Chapter 7: In Which There Is Chatter in the Café
-Great Hall-
After a full morning in classes, all the students were in the Great Hall, eating there lunch. Chattering of the students passed back and further through the great hall as people told others of what so-and-so said to who and who did what to who. Some of the chatter however was made about the new person created a somewhat intimidating presence in some classrooms during the day.
"I heard that this hunter was a Death Eater." Seamus Finnegan boasted past a mouthful of food. Hermione just winced at his lack of matters and went back to reading the book she was studying. "What, all I'm saying is that no one knows about them." He replied.
"I think my father should outlaw this type of thing," Draco Malfoy drawled. "He is adamant about me being in the same place with a mud blood." With that, he gave a knowing leer at Hermione, who in turn rolled her eyes.
"Get stuffed, you git," Ron muttered nastily, "Like you are superior or something. I'll bet Purebloods have it just as bad with the dreams."
"What do you mean," Draco asking, his tone growing indignant and his face reddening. He jumped up from his table. "You'd all only know about mud blood and purebloods if you had something to do with it!" A cold feeling twisted in Harry's stomach and it felt like he ate a ball of ice. "Your mummy and daddy know you're paving the way for Voldermort, that you've turned Death Eater?"
Harry saw red and when the red cleared, he found himself charging at Draco. He managed to pin Draco down and land a couple of hits before he found himself floating up in the air, magickal ropes binding his arms down and around his sides. He looked up from his struggling to see Draco opposite him; he was also bound and floating in the same way. Professor McGonagall was standing in middle of the benches; holding a wand up and looking very furious. After awhile, they were let down; points taken from Gryffindor and Harry and Draco were sentenced to Forbidden Forest Duty that night!
After Lunch, Hunter was going down one of the many hallways. She had her head bowed, thinking about nothing in particular when someone spoke up to get her attention. She saw it was Minerva.
"Please come with me," She said as she walked quickly past her. Hunter had no choice but to follow, wonder what could be wrong. They entered her office and Minerva sat down at her desk and pulled out a quill. "Let me see your patrol schedule."
Hunter pulled it out of her pocket and gave it to Minerva. She hastily re-wrote it and gave the new copy back to Hunter. "I had do drop some time from patrolling the hallways to now Patrol the Great Hall during meal hours."
Concern showed on hunter's face, "Why, what happened?"
"I won't say much but I had to the worst accusation that could be ever be made. It ended up as an altercation." Hunter was deep in thought, what could be worse than being accused of being a mud blood? Then it dawned on her and she made a noise of realization. Minerva nodded, seeing Hunter realized. "This outbreak, among many others, I feel is related to the dreams."
"Other than noted behavior and breaking it up if I can, what else can do I for Hogwarts?"
"Just do what you've been doing; we will alert you of when your duties change."