AN: I don't own any of these characters except the OC's
Ashley followed the professor down the dark hall and into his office. Normally she wouldn't even look in his direction but his proposition would work in her favor. As long as she tells him what she knows about the three people Merida hangs out with, he will make sure none of the slytherins talk to any gryffindor ever again. She didn't know how and quite frankly she didn't care, as long as those spiteful children stayed away from her students, she didn't care.
"Come in my dear, let's have a little chat. Tell me what you know." Pitch began, settling down behind his desk and staring at her with his yellow eyes. He held out a hand, offering the seat across from him which she pointedly ignored.
"Well, I've noticed they all run off somewhere. They always go in a group with those other students tagging along sometimes. They go to this hallway on the second floor but they just disappear so I can't follow. And that Hiccup kid is weirdly smart, even for a ravenclaw. I have heard that he answers any question the teachers asks him immediately and perfectly."
"Yes I know about him. I tried to trip him up with third year questions and he was still able to answer it. I want to know about the blond girl."
"You mean Rapunzel? She's a Hufflepuff, not very smart, not very brave. She's in that house because she didn't fit anywhere else. It's weird though, I swear I saw part of her hair glowing at one point. Only a small part though. Don't know what happened, just saw her talking to another Hufflepuff girl who was crying."
"Anything else?" The professor knew better than to ask about the Slytherin boy. Even though he was the head of Slytherin, he still knew very little about Jack.
"Not really."
"Then I suppose we are done here. Let me show out." Pitch said, standing and guiding her to the door with a hand on her back. "It's such a shame. It looks almost like he is deliberately becoming friends with them so that he can take advantage or something."
Ashley glared at him. "I would never let that happen."
Pitch gave a slow smile, carefully removing his hand from her back and taking his wand out from his cloak. A quick flick and a silent spell resulted in black dust gently trailing from the tip, settling on Ashley like a cloud. Her eyes flashed gold for a second, then she marched out the door with a frown etched on her face. Pitch just watched her go, hearing her mumble about getting that traitor. He gave a quiet chuckle as he closed the door.