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Chapter Twenty Eight

Rowena opened her eyes to bright sunlight and the smell of eggs. She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. breakfast! She scooted out of bed, dressed, and made her way down to the Great Hall. Down the spiral staircase and out of Ravenclaw Tower, through several corridors, down all the steps of the Grand Staircase, through a billion more corridors, across the Entrance Hall, and past the giant double doors leading to the Great Hall.

Everyone else was already there. Zephyr Moonstone gave her a little nod as she passed him on her way to her seat, making her cheeks flush. He smirked to himself and returned to his bacon.

Godric looked up as Rowena took her seat beside him. He glanced along the table to see if there were any more latecomers. But no, they were all there.

It had been a fortnight since Professor Moonstone had arrived. In that time, all the other teachers had arrived, as well as a legion of house-elves. A few of them scampered up now to take away dirty plates. Godric looked down the staff table again. Rowena, Salazar, Professor Keydragon, Helga, Zephyr, Professor Robincrest, Professor Clearfolk. All wonderful friends by now. There were others there too, teachers he did not know as well yet.

Helga stood up, having finished her breakfast. She glanced down as something tapped her hand. It was a house-elf. She took the creature's tiny hand in her own and sat down so as to hear her squeaky little voice better.
"Miss, the students is to be arriving soon," she squeaked. "Is Pooky to tell the house elves to work overtime, miss?"
"Oh, not at all!" replied Helga, shocked. "They aren't coming for a few more weeks, and we'll worry about it then." She shooed Pooky away and stood up again and left.

Also having finished his lunch, Salazar stood up, turned his body away from the table and took half a step, before something caught his hand as well. He looked down, slightly exasperated, to see Professor Keydragon glaring up at him. He sighed and sat down heavily in his seat. Salazar looked at Keydragon, whose eyes were still heavy with tiredness. "Yes?" he asked.

"Mr. Slytherin," began Keydragon in his pompous manner. "I am heavily opposed to your friend's manner of dealing with things. Casting matters off for later is hardly responsible, and the house-elves may not appreciate being treated as kindly as this. Now, if you were to leave this matter to me, I would sort it out now and be sure that the house-elves were prepared for the onslaught of students. It is my opinion that..." He continued talking, unaware that he was having a conversation with empty air. Salazar had lost patience and left.