 when you post in the school chat and nO oNe ReSpOnDs then u wake to THIS?! xD Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB
There were..... more. MORE people arriving every moment. Mamie. That first-year Slytherin. Kale Trent. Bernadette stared, open-mouthed, wondering how the heck she (and Phoebe) had timed this so wrong. Was this a class change time? Everyone in the world (except Ravenclaw's) free period?! What?!
She snorted and decided to ignore them. She'd ignore them all. Only, well, Aboli had spoken directly to her, so she anxiously had to respond to her. "I-- it's alright, Aboli," she nodded to the older Slytherin, feeling deflated by the girl's genuine concern. "It's just... it might be better for you for now if you left." No offense or anything, but everyone knew how the Inquisitorial Squad was. The same went for Nem, who Bernie stared right back at. "Glad you're convinced," she stated calmly. "There's nothing to see here anyway. I'm not making any waves," she stated levelly at him.
Back to the portrait. Bernie and Phoebe were now somewhat separated by a sea of people, so she'd carry on addressing it and it only. "Mildred," she huffed gently, again whispering urgently and not as quietly since she had to talk over all these onlookers now. "Is not who I meant. Winifred, you said you were going to speak to someone important, remember? At your OTHER location? You said you could get the attention of an adult at St. Mungo's and would send HELP to Hogwarts!"
Remember? Why couldn't these bloody portraits be counted on to help Bernadette O. Grantham with her most Grantham idea yet?
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