The Terror
"Do you think it could be?" Goyle stuttered casting dumbfounded glances at Crabbe. Malfoy's face scrunched up into an absolutely hateful expression.
"Of course not, don't be stupid." He stormed out of the Slytherin common room, irritated the anyone could believe such a ridiculous rumor.
McGonagall fretted with her hands, pacing back and forth in the staff room. Things were rapidly spiraling out of control in the, and she was worried the governors would demand more action; something was for all practicality, impossible.
Severus and Fillius were both gazing inot the fire with the same worried expression. Even Sibyll Trelawney had been concerned enough to leave her tower for the staff meeting. She turned to the headmaster who was standing amongst his staff looking terribly downtrodden, clouds darkening his blue eyes.
"Oh Albus…what will we do?"
"Hey Lee, meet us at the library, got something to share with you. Filch hasn't moved from his post, but look out, we're not certain when he'll leave."
Fred & George
Security was extra tight, so mischievous exchanges had to be conducted in more dangerous places than usual. "I solemnly swear I am up to no good." Fred tapped his wand to the parchment to make sure the way was clear before leaving Griffyndor tower.
He could feel them, pointing, whispering, accusing, everywhere he went. Even those of his own house began to turn against him. For the first time he could feel a sliver of hate seeping into his heart. How dare fate ruin even Hogwarts for him?
Padma and Cho sat whispering excitedly to one another. "Can it be?"
"Do you think?"
"What if…"
"Can't be…"
"…but Justin…"
Strolling by Penelope caught a snippet of the conversation. The prefect turned to glare at them. "For the last time, he is not the heir of Slytherin!" She stormed away, irritated with the mob mentality that was growing within the school. Just as she reached the library, an excited Hermione Granger burst through the doors, clutching a mirror in one hand and a piece of paper in the other.