Chapter 9: In Which Danger Happens
Alastor Moody had just entered his small quarters when he heard a scrabbling sound. He frowned, his eye scanning. If there were mice, his eyes could see them no matter where they scurried off to. There was something that his eye kept trying to zone in one, but it couldn't.
I hate this place, Alastor thought grumpily as he dumped some books on the floor next to the door.
"If you hate this place, then leave!" A voice coarsely whispered out. It sounded familiar to Alastor and at the same time reminded him of long dried leaves cracking. He whirled around in his nearly dark quarters.
"Who's there,' Alastor began, wand at ready. "Let's see you, cowardly scum!" he looked all ways.
"Looking all ways but one," The voice began. It then mocked him, "What ever happened to constant vigilance?" The attack came from above. An observer that was walking down the halls would only hear the signs of scuffle past Alastor Moody's closed door and his screams ringing from within.
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"So how do you do your forms of magick?" Hunter asked Hermione as her, Hermione, Ron and Harry made their way to the Gryffindor Common Room.
"It's quite simple really," Hermione began, handing Hunter a book. As Hunter flipped through the pages, she continued, "You channel energy while you use your wand. You'll have to have the spells memorized of course."
"The language of the spells in Latin, of course," Hunter began, getting a huge binder from her pack.
"Some of them, are other are just variations." Hermione replied. They filed into the common room, and got ready to do homework. "Why do you ask?"
Hunter felt it was ok to blink and miss the patrol for a small time. Besides, since the students were dreaming, the common rooms were a great place to be investigating. As she checked underneath some wardrobes and beds, she felt need to reply.
"I was just wondering, because some of the words sounded Latin, or Ancient.' Seeing Hermione's look, Hunter replied, "Don't ask; it's a long story."
"Blimey then," Ron exclaimed, "I don't think we should trust her; Ancient sounds like a blanket term for something nasty!" Hermione rolled her eyes and was about to reply, but Hunter beat her to it.
"All Right, all right, Ancient is not a real language. It's off a Muggle show about aliens and stuff. I brought it up because in the last ever episode of the whole show, there were riddles the main people had to solve. This one person had to say the word in Ancient and it sounded so much like the spell language." Hunter paused during this time to sit down in one of the chairs and flip through her binder. "A couple of words sound so, Hogwarts Type Magic."
"But Hogwarts didn't make the magic; they were worded like that from the beginning." Harry potter said, confused. "Why do you call it "Hogwarts magic" like they invented it?"
Hunter was caught in a corner on this topic. Instead, she faked a yawn, "Excuse me, I'd better make my rounds before I pass out." She snapped her binder shut and left the common room.
When she left the room, Ron whispered to Harry, "I bet you she's hiding something!"
Ron," Hermione said sharply, "Don't be stupid!"
"Well she did act sketchy when I asked her about her slip of Hogwarts Magic." Harry replied. "I guess we'll have to see if she acts funny during our classes."
"Funny," Ron parroted incredibly, "She always acts funny!" As the three friends did that sicken bickering one did when they actually had friends to bicker with; a figure silently passed the staircase leading to their common room.