Vernon Dursley's car pulled up to the front of St Trinian's school. The building was silent, tall and ancient, and Harry shuddered. Hogwarts always seemed to be full of life one way or another, ghosts residing in the castle, Peeves causing mayhem to the misfortune of others, the Weasley twins pulling pranks. St Trinian's just seemed dead.
Inside was just as dormant, with shrunken heads in display cases and graffitied suits of armor. In fact, the whole place was covered in graffiti; saying things like defenders of anarchy. There was even a body-shaped outline on the floor that looked suspiciously like a murder scene. Down the centre was a grand wooden staircase, and sat to the left by a desk was a receptionist listening to music.
"I'm here to drop these kids off," Vernon said gruffly. He got no answer. Eventually Hermione pressed a button on the ipod and the receptionist perked up.
"Yer no' from the inline revenue, are ya?" she asked, alarmed.
"No." At that point Vernon was losing his patience. "Like I said, I got five kids for you."
"'m sorreh, me brain don' kick in 'til Friday when I've bin on an all-nighter," she replied. She spoke into a radio, "Some posh businessman's droppin' his kids off, Miss Fritton. There's five of 'em."
"Jolly good, I'll send Kelly to show them around," answered whom Harry assumed was Miss Fritton.
"If that's all, I'd rather not be here for another minute longer," Dursley grunted. He received no answer because the receptionist went back to her music, so he left.