There almost had been a moment of sheer disbelief as Cassia had asked him if he had a room, Patrick blinked for a second and as about to clarify the situation when he decided it was better to just wait; instead he grabbed another piece of chocolate and ate it so he was back to being calm. Now he could have continued the conversation without a problem. "Of course I do, it's not very big like the common room or anything but it's still pretty good size." he replied before grabbing a chocolate frog that had been an experiment to see if he would have been able to make them himself. There wasn't much else to say when it came to his room cause if there had been, it would have required discussing everything that he hadn't wanted to bother with back in Reading because it had been frustrating to say the least. "Ah that's a shame, well at least you're getting to do some camping now. Even if it's inside the school which doesn't really count." Real camping was done under the stars in a tent, getting to have a campfire with roasting marshmallows and telling stories but this was still okay; it definitely was too cold to be camping outside now. "It really is, I mean I could explain it but words really don't do it justice." Oh that was quite true, words wouldn't have sufficed when it came to describing how awesome camping was but hopefully there would have been the opportunity for it over the summer.

"Oh I do too, honestly. It's quite strange, I mean I haven't heard of any stories before where students have all been locked out of their common rooms. I did hear one about the dungeons flooding. That would have been bad news for us." The wonder of who they would have had to share a common room with definitely had caused some curiosity although it wasn't going to happen because things weren't that bad, he wouldn't have been able to get Orion or his chocolate and notebook which would have definitely made him feel a bit odd. "I hope so too. But I believe the Ministry will have to be involved because this might be a matter that is even too much for the staff members." It was hard for him to trust the authority now when something like this had happened, he wasn't about to start pointing fingers because that wasn't who he was but he definitely wanted to know who had been responsible for this nonsense that caused such a headache for all the students. As she had gone to talk about the owl she had, he nodded a little before offering her some chocolate since it was good to share; especially with someone who had a problem he did. "Oh I know what that's like, I used to have an evil owl that attacked me but then I got Orion as a birthday present cause my girlfriend thought that I needed an owl and you know; I'm happy she did get it for me." He really did like having an owl who was nice to him.

Why was he even here? And watching these children who weren't even sleeping? Scabior's eyes narrowed as he made his way into the great hall, to the section where the Slytherins now slept. "Oye! You two! Go to bed!" He said loudly pointing to two first years. The others could stay awake for a bit longer but no. First years, bed. Now.

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Why was he even here? And watching these children who weren't even sleeping? Scabior's eyes narrowed as he made his way into the great hall, to the section where the Slytherins now slept. "Oye! You two! Go to bed!" He said loudly pointing to two first years. The others could stay awake for a bit longer but no. First years, bed. Now.

"How's it looking down there?" the Headmistress' voice was suddenly in Scabior's ear. She hadn't intended to creep up on him, but, well, the children were to be getting to bed. So thus the need for creeping and whispers. "The common rooms, I mean," the redhead clarified. "How... locked out... are they?"

And to rephrase that, HOW WERE THEY locked out? What sort of trickery was this?

Mordred followed everyone else back to the Great Hall to find that hundreds of sleeping bags were on the floor for them to sleep in. “Great. My parents pay a hefty amount of galleons for my education...and I get to sleep on the floor.” The young man made his way towards one of the sleeping bags, and ducked just in time when Scabior pointed to two young Slytherins. “Yes, kids. Go to bed.” He smirked and pulled the sleeping bag near the wall and stared at it for a moment. “Slytherins do not deserve this. Snakes? On the floor? This is a disgrace!”

"My parents will hear about this." Cue the signature scowl.

Finally convincing himself to keep calm, he sat on the make-shift bed called sleeping bag, leaned on the wall and propped his book open. He hopes that the muggle book would keep his mind off of their situation.

Cassia knew it was stupid to ask if he had a room but she reach the realizations a bit late. Like after the words leave her mouth. "My room isn't big either," She commented smiling as the picture of her cozy room popped up on her mind. She had missed her room and stuff back at home. Now Patrick really made Cassia want to go camping so badly. She made a mental note of bugging her father until her took them. "Well, at least I'm practicing to sleep in bags." She offered shifting in her sleeping bag. She still hadn't find a comfy position. If there were any. The second-year's big brown eyes glimmered with excitement when the older boy spoke of camping. words don't do it justice. this camping thing had to be experienced this very summer!

Dungeons flooding. She hadn't heard of this either. But Patrick had been in Hogwarts for longer than her so it was natural that he knew things she didn't. Cassia wondered how the flooding was handled. Chaos must have erupted when it first occurred. Ehh…Cassia was glad she hadn't been there. Being damp and clammy she didn't like .The ministry. Cassia paused considering what he was saying. It made sense, surely if the staff couldn't figure it out then the ministry would have to interfere. And actually just the thought of something happening without anyone's knowing then it definitely required higher authority. Creepy stuff. And as if on cue,the headmistress and Professor Scabior showed up. Were they enjoying the view? Hardly.

Cassia accepted the chocolate from Patrick with a smile, "Thank you." She told him. And it interested her that someone else shared her problem. She was about to think that only her didn't get along with her owl while all the other people were having great time with their own. "Glad to hear that you have a nice owl now." Cassia said. "You know I regret buying an owl. I was going to buy a cat because I love cats and already have two back at home." She babbled. "But I thought an owl would be nice for a change." She sighed opening the chocolate package , Patrick had given her. "I guess I was wrong." She echoed stuffing the piece of chocolate into her mouth.

The red head hadn't exactly snuck up on him. No, Scabior had almost sensed someone approaching him. He man simply raised a brow, an amused smirk settled on his face. "How locked out are they? Is there a scale I should be following? On a scale from kids diary lock to Hogwarts protection charms, how locked out are they?"

Ah, sometimes the Headmistress just asked the hard nee to know questions.

Entering the Great Hall that was now a make-shift bedroom, Daichi tiptoed pass the many sleeping bags on the floor afraid that he would wake some one up. He tiptoed to the Slytherin section when he heard the loud voice of Scabior booming around the Great Hall and he froze for a second...before he continued to normally walk on the floor.

If Scabior could yell than he could walk normally, and as he looked he noticed that some of the students in the Slytherin house weren't asleep yet and were talking to each other. This made Daichi grin , of course they wanted to talk and not sleep!

He passed the rather loud Professor with a polite nod but then he stopped in his track again when he saw the Headmistress standing beside him. He mumbled a quick "Hello" and quickly walked away again. He hadn't had a good first encounter with the woman.

Finally finding a seat near the wall, Daichi knew he didn't want to sleep. His eyes found Mordred sitting against the wall with a ....he cocked his head to the side... Muggle studies book lying open. Biting his lip, he tapped the fifth year on his shoulder to get his attention. "Uhm..hey.." he whispered in a soft voice. "Do you have more school books with you? i uh... mine are still in the common room and i always read a bit before i go to sleep because of my OWLS studies..." He HATED studying but also knew that he should do it otherwise he would fail. "So, if you do, can i borrow a book please?"

Cue the cute puppy eye look~

"Just for now of course!" he quickly added.

“You have a grand gift for silence, Watson. It makes you quite invaluable as a companion.”

Mordred smirked as he flipped the next page of the book he was reading, and continued to read. His mind briefly drifted to what he witnessed a few hours ago when he saw Ella and her boyfriend snuggle under a snow-covered tree. Mordred had the urge to throw a snowball at them to ruin their moment, but decided against it. He did however, made a loud snorting sound to announce his presence, which made Ella go touchy.

For some reason, he does not trust this Watson fellow from Ravenclaw. It’s as if his feelings aren’t genuine for his friend. Mordred was a bit concerned for the Hufflepuff since he has already declared that Ella can be trusted...and logically, he’d care for her like any big brother. “He better not mess up with Ells. That Watson guy will get what he deserves if he hurt her in anyway.” He thought. “Maybe an infinite Silencing Hex will make him a good companion...like Watson here...” his thoughts were disrupted when a fellow Slytherin came up to him.

He looked at the person briefly and greeted him. “Daichi.” He gave him a slight nod and continued to read his book. “Hm?” Extra book? All he got was his Potions Book since it was the last class before they got locked out. “I have my Potions book.” He grabbed his book bag and got his copy of his Potions book and handed it to Daichi. “It’s kind of...late for studying, don’t you think?” He knew too well what Daichi was up to since he was in his OWL year as well. “And besides, this place isn’t conducive for doing such revision...” Mordred shrugged and went back to reading his book. “Just don’t lose my notes okay? I haven’t filed those...” he said pointing at the loose pieces of parchment that were in between his book. He doesn’t mind sharing his stuff with a fellow Snake, as long as they don’t go destroying his things. “Good thing, I have something to read that isn’t school related.” He showed the cover to Daichi and grinned. Was this Sherlock guy even real? Because he's so cool.

Daichi was glad that Mordred hadn't been too deep in his book and he smiled when he saw the nod given to him. The Slytherin watched as the other fifth year grabbed one of his other books and looked at the title. A potions book? "I'll take that one, at least is something thanks~! i promise not to loose anything!" he said as he took the book from Mordred's hand.

His next words made him think for a second and he figured that he was right. It was a little late to start studying. Still, the Snake opened it on a chapter. "I know, but i don't really have time to study during the day" he said as he rubbed his eye. Daichi had actually lost his healthy glow on his cheeks due to the many hours he had to stay awake and just study. But he pretended not to notice cause he did not want to go to the hospital wing for an relaxing potion...

And then he used a BIG word.. Conducive.. Daichi just stared at Mordred, blinked a few times but did not ask what that meant. He didn't want to look like a idiot in front of his fellow Snake.

He was about to look down at the book and read when Mordred talked again. With soft sigh, Daichi turned his head again to read the title he was showing of his own book. Wait...he had thought that Mordred had been reading a school book but it seemed like he wasn't . The fifth year cocked his head to the side to read the title better. "Sherlock?" he asked before looking at him. "What's a Sherlock?"

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Mordred nodded and grinned at Daichi as he took his book. Their OWLs may seem like months away, but he knew that very moment that he should stop procrastinating, and study ahead like Daichi. But naaah. He wasn’t in the mood to do any studying since number one, they were out in the Great Hall, two, the Slytherin Dormitory was the most appropriate place to study. Heck, their interiors are at par with the grandest reading room there is in the wizarding world.

“OWLs. I can’t wait to get over it.” He shook his head and sat up straight against the wall. It was true, though. Maybe most of them don’t have the time anymore to study in the morning since they are jam-packed with lectures. But with the recent events unfolding, it will definitely give them more time to study. Only, most if not all of their books are locked inside their Common Room. “Do you think the OWLs will be that hard?” he asked coolly not wanting to show his panic in his voice. He too has been touchy for the past few days because of stress and over-thinking things regarding the dreaded exam.

Then Daichi asked what a Sherlock is. He wanted to tell the young man that a Sherlock is a person who has a Watson person, and the both of them are overly love-sick. He was tempted to point Ella back at the Hufflepuff sleeping area...and Watson who was back at the Ravenclaw sleeping area. “Well...” Mordred sighed trying hard not to grin. “Sherlock is a person...and he’s a defective.Like a hit wizard.” Mordred said with a know-it-all tone and continued... “This Sherlock man has a friend, named Dr. Watson...” he continued as he eyed the Ravenclaw. “They are like best friends...and they help each other out...” he nodded and flipped the last page of the third chapter. He paused and placed the book down and pulled his jacket’s hood over his head. The Great Hall was getting colder since it was getting late. “I wish we had a jar or something...we can make a bluebell flame to keep us warm...” he remembered Sophie conjuring the charm to make him feel better when he rode the train back home.

Was he deliberately being difficult or was that an attempt to be funny?

Anastasia let a lengthy, cold silence fall between herself and the History of Magic professor, before she finally settled for allowing him a tiny smirk back. "Have you done any detection spells, then, on the common room? You know what I mean... I'm asking how bad the situation is, Scabior, in your professional opinion." That was right, she was reminding him to be professional if nothing else.

In his professional experence? Well in his professional experience the school wasn't doing too well considering the company they kept for a caretaker. "With all due respect-" Dash paused, his voice quite uninterested. "-Or perhaps with none at all, it is not my job to look after Slytherins or to perform any detection spells on the Slytherin Common Room." That was Hecate's job. Why? Because she was the Head of House, her responsibility and not his at all.

"Be that as it may, we did attempt to blast through the entrance, and not a dent was made." In other words? It was bad, possibly. "You should try with the other common rooms. Not that I believe it would make any different but it appears to be rather relaxing." Blowing things up usually was.

"Mmhmm," Sierra remarked. She'd been keeper before, just like her father, but she much preferred beater. There was just something about flying out on that pitch armed with a bat that made her grin. "...but I prefer beater, of course. Being a keeper is just my side job." Heh. It was her signature role. One day, when she went pro, she'd be the beater for some all-star team.

She frowned when she caught on to the conversation going on between Kat and Ariana. "Just let it go, guys," she said. She made a sweeping glance around the Great Hall and thought about how they were locked out the common room, with all their belongings inside. "We have much bigger issues to solve, hmm?"



Sierra noted how her attitude so quickly changed the moment Kennedy came in. Who cared that they were locked out the common rooms with no immediate hope of getting back in? Kennedy was here now, and after such a long time apart, she was just glad to be able to spend time with him. She caught on to the fact that he was hesitant to answer her question. She just nodded and gave a quick "I see" in response. They'd talk about it later if he was up to it.

"Anything?" she said, and then she grinned playfully as she looked down at her arm. "Well, when you put it that way, I might just have to take you up on your offer." She could think of a million things she'd need once someone was at her beck and call, but she'd never treat Kennedy that way. It was all in good fun. She laughed at his pillow joke then looked back down. "It'll be alright in a few days. It's just a scar from the battlefield, that's all."

Which had kept her out that last game...

"I'm glad to be with you, too," she said, smiling at him. "It's too bad we're not in the same year, you know." He'd be graduating in a few months time, and she'd still be here, attending classes at Hogwarts while he was out and about in the big, adult world. Then she laughed again. There was just no getting sad in front of Kennedy, was there? "Nobody knows, but whatever it was, it happened to everybody at once." She was still sore from being thrown out the common room.



Hearing voices, Sierra glanced over and noted that Scabior and the Headmistress were here. She instinctively straightened her posture and went into full-force prefect mode. She was determined not to get into trouble again.



"Mordred," Sierra said with a slight hiss to her tone. "Pipe down, will ya?" She glanced to Scabior and the Headmistress, giving Mordred a silent warning to not be overheard. When he fell into conversation with Daichi, Sierra turned away and went back to her conversation with Kennedy.

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In his professional experence? Well in his professional experience the school wasn't doing too well considering the company they kept for a caretaker. "With all due respect-" Dash paused, his voice quite uninterested. "-Or perhaps with none at all, it is not my job to look after Slytherins or to perform any detection spells on the Slytherin Common Room." That was Hecate's job. Why? Because she was the Head of House, her responsibility and not his at all.

"Be that as it may, we did attempt to blast through the entrance, and not a dent was made." In other words? It was bad, possibly. "You should try with the other common rooms. Not that I believe it would make any different but it appears to be rather relaxing." Blowing things up usually was.

"I meant as a History of Magic professor and so-called expert in your field," Anastasia crisply corrected Dash. He could have seen or read about something like this before, but apparently that wasn't the case. He didn't seem to care any which way she phrased it though, considering all he had done to get into the common room was attempt to blast the door open.

She nodded briskly and started off. "I'll need you to remain here for a while longer, Professor," the redhead called over her shoulder as she headed toward the Gryffindor sleeping area next.

Erick was in a hurry his open black jacket flapping to his side, so he didn't even pay attention as he bumped into a girl nearby. "OOF!" He grunted as his bare chest crashed into her hair.

"I guess being beater can be pretty fun," Kat said with a nod. "It's awesome going all whoosh with that bat and hitting bludgers," Yep, those were accompanied with swings too. Just as if she were playing. Well, can you believe a Chaser could be good in being a Beater too? No friggin' way! For some reason, Kat also loved that opportunity of being a Beater. It doesn't happen quite so often, right? Dylan could've appointed Logan to be Beater, but he made them switch positions. Gosh, Montmorency, weren't you settled or something? Oh well... She's still a Chaser at heart, though. Yeah.

Kat was waiting for Logan to fight back when Sierra had told them to drop it. The blonde looked at their Prefect. "Sorry..." she apologized. Well, Sierra did have the right to hush them. They were being watched... by Professor Scabior and Headmistress Truebridge... NOT. COOL. Kat nodded too, obeying obediently like a little doggy. Well.

Hecate waited in the shadows until the headmistress left for the Gryffindor sleeping areas, and then made her way to Dash. She smirked as he told Big Red he wasn't doing her bidding. Good. Maybe he wasn't her minion after all.

As Truebridge hadn't called her to come and stay with the snakes, Hecate was planning to keep in her quarters. Maybe even go back home for the evening... but she re-thought her decision. As much as she hated to think so, these brats, were her brats. She should stay with them.

"Professor Scabior..." She said greeting the man, if you called her tone greeting, while looking over the children. She still wasn't happy with him and she would watch her back around him.

Daichi flipped a page as he read the words written in the school book. Unconsiously, he rubbed his eyes because he was a bit tired but he needed to study now. If he missed an evening of studying he would fail the OWLS exam. He was sure of it!

"I heard it is really difficult" he answered as held his finger on the sentence he was reading incase he lost track. "I wish i knew which questions were on the test" he sighed and went back to reading.

But he didn't have the time to read one more sentence when Mordred continued to talk about that Sherlock guy. He let out a giggle when he explained that a detective was like a hit wizard. He didn't know why he giggled , it just sounded funny. "So they catch bad guys?" he asked as he flipped another page.

And then he froze. Literally froze in place. Make a blue...FLAME?! The Slytherin's eyes widened as he looked at the other fifth year. "Y-y-you're kidding a-about the f-flame right?" Even his talking wasn't normal anymore. It came out as a nervous stutter. Daichi did not like fire and it did not matter which kind it was. Yes, he had private lessons with Kurumi to get over his fear but even a small birthday candle light freaked him out. AND THIS GUY WANTED TO MAKE A SMALL BLUE FIRE FOR WARMTH?!

Eliza had grown bored with her side of the Great Hall, so she decided to do some exploring. As she was leaving the comfort of her sleeping bag, she remembered she still needed to get back with Daichi about the Headmistress. She hadn't really found out much, but she told him she would report her findings all the same.

She crept over to the Slytherin sleeping area, which seemed incredibly ill-named seeing how no one was actually sleeping. Not yet anyway. There were lots of unfamiliar faces there and she was suddenly a bit apprehensive about her idea. Are they going to care that I'm here? she wondered. She'd seem a Hufflepuff or two in her Ravenclaw zone and she hadn't minded, so it didn't seem like a huge offense in her opinion. Besides, Daichi wants to be my friend, so what do I care about what any other snake thinks anyway? She searched for his face or maybe something orange colored, since he'd said it was his favorite. She was about to head back, thinking he may have gone off somewhere else, when she saw him talking with another Slytherin boy.

"Hey Daichi," she said as she walked over to him. She looked down at him, wondering if she should go ahead and sit or wait to be invited. "Whatcha reading there?"

When he heard his name being called, Daichi looked up to see a young girl looking down at him from where he was sitting. She looked familiar...but where had he seen "oh! You're that girl from that party!" he said as the memories came back again. Right, he had send her to spy on the Headmistress... Or she rather wanted to do it herself.

"sit sit" he patted the empty space beside him before he turned to Mordred. "This is Mordred, he's also a fifth year Slytherin" he said. " and Mordred this is....uhm...this is...."

........ HE FORGOT HER NAME!!

"this is...uhm...i forgot" he looked at the little girl apologetically and sighed. "sorry, i'm really bad at remembering names" It's a miracle he still remembered his own! And, his book? Daichi looked down at the book on his lap. "It's a potions book, i borrowed it from him" he pointed a finger to Mordred. "to study for my exams" mweeeeh he didn't want to do the OWL's examination!

But... Right now he wasn't in the mood for studying, he had better things to find out. He moves his body so that he sat Indian style and leaned a bit closer to the first year. "So, what happened at the meet and greet, you know when you" he droppend his voice volume as he whispered "went to the Headmistress to spy on her?" his voice had been so soft that he was sure that only she and possibly Mordred heard it.

While she was a little surprised that he seemed to be struggling to remember her, she was glad he offered for her to sit with himself and the other boy, Mordred. She smiled and lowered herself to the ground next to them. Well I guess if he doesn't remember me much, he won't be too upset that I didn't find a lot out. She twisted her mouth as he searched for her name. She was about to help him guess, when he gave up trying. She wasn't too offended, she was new after all and maybe her name wasn't as unique as his, which could make it hard to remember.

"It's okay," she said as she gave a small smile to him. "I'm Eliza." She turned to Daichi's friend and said, "It's nice to meet you, Mordred." There, now everyone knows everyone.

She listened to Daichi talk about his studying and the book he was using. Studying for exams at a time like this? She did not envy him. "Well, good luck with those," she said sympathetically. "I'm glad to have more time before having to take any major tests."

She looked at Mordred for a moment before continuing the conversation. Is he going to care that I tried to spy? She couldn't get a read on him just yet. He'd been fairly quiet so far, so maybe he really wouldn't mind one way or the other. Let Mordred hear, what does it matter? I didn't learn anything anyway. She looked back at Daichi and lowered her voice to match his. "Well," she shifted her eyes back and forth just for good, cautious measure. "I was going to try to ask her about traveling, to get her to talk more about the brooch, you know?" She remembered quickly that Daichi had wanted to know why she'd been mean to him though, and not so much about the brooch. "Oh, but first, she seemed nice enough. Not really sweet or sour, so I'm not sure why she snapped at you. It was hard to find out without bringing up the conversation you had with her and I knew that would've given you away for sure." She hoped he'd understand that she tried. "But when I asked about traveling, she gave me sort of a queer look." She paused, wishing she had more to say. "I was about to get deeper into it, start asking about legends and magic in other countries or something, anything that might make the brooch more special. You know, the one she lost? Well, I was about to but then she just took off with the ghosts!" Something Eliza thought was very odd since she remembered overhearing the headmistress say the word 'spectre' quiet loudly and in a particularly frightened sounding voice in class a while back. "So she left with them and I never got any more answers." She lowered her eyes slightly, disappointed in her skills as a spy. "Sorry that I don't have more to tell." He seemed nice enough, so she didn't think he'd be too upset.

Difficult? Of course it will be difficult if one is not prepared, but since they were studying day and night the exams would be easy. Hopefully. “I believe there’s a bunch of questions from previous OWLs in the Library as Reference. I checked some of it...” Mordred said as he kept his eyes on the book and read the next paragraph.

This Sherlock guy is too cool. Mordred started to imagine him as an Auror doing investigations and stuff. He’d love to get evidences from crime scenes and test them out in a super cool potions laboratory. Do they catch bad guys? “Maybe...I haven’t reached half of the book yet. But by the looks of it, most probably they will.” Mordred’s thoughts brought him back to his dream when he took their first potions assignment. It was pretty scary to see his future self, but he grinned at the thought thinking that that young man will one day become an Auror. And maybe just like this Sherlock guy, he could be just like him.

Mordred eyed Daichi from the corner of his eye, and saw his body froze. “What is wrong with you?” Mordred’s brows furrowed as he fully faced the other Slytherin. Was he kidding about the flame? Of course not! He was cold! “Er...no. It’s pretty cold and I think my toes are going to fall off.” Mordred pointed at his socked feet and wiggled his cold toes.




Mordred looked from the tiny Ravenclaw to Daichi. Wait. Was she even allowed to be here? Seeing that Daichi offered her a seat, Mordred just shrugged and continued to read his book. He was half-way reading the next paragraph when he heard Daichi introduce him to the girl. Mordred eyed the Ravenclaw, then back to Daichi when he struggled to remember her name.

Mordred leaned closer to Daichi and whispered, “Can we call her, Wittle?” Because, she was really tiny. The young man smirked at the Ravenclaw and returned to his precious book and continued to read. The Slytherin tried to concentrate on his reading but their conversation was becoming a distraction. He wanted to tell them to go and find a nice little corner to talk, but decided against it. Were they spying on the Headmistress?

Interesting. This is like just Sherlock Holmes.




Mordred eyed the Ravenclaw as she sat down and acknowledged her. “Eliza.” The young man nodded at her and gave her a quick grin. “Nice to meet you, too.” Wait, was he being nice? Well, he was changing alright. His immature ways of handling things are starting to fade in his system and he starts to care for the younger students.

Meh. Must be because of Ethan.

Now, the juicy info. So she and Daichi have been spying on the Headmistress and her brooch. He remembered that in one of their classes, a house elf came to disrupt their lecture and insisted the students to help the thing find the brooch. What is up with that shiny thing anyway? Listening to what the Ravenclaw was saying, it seems that Truebridge must really treasure her brooch. “Next step would be to ask her more about travelling then.” Mordred murmured to them as he continued to read his book. “You said she gave you a look, yes? Dig deeper then.” Such body language could be the answer to a mystery. If only he did not have any OWLs coming up, he’d love to get nosy on the brooch business.

She looked away from Daichi, locked her eyes onto Mordred's and smiled when he greeted her. So he heard after all. Okay, maybe he can help. If there's anything we're able to do anyway... "I'm not sure when I'll get another chance to. I've heard she's an easy woman to cross." She glanced to Daichi briefly. "I doubt she'll be very cheery if I try to ask her again." She looked down to her hands for a moment. She twiddled her fingers around as she thought. But maybe... "She did seem to have a thought flicker in her eyes when I asked about traveling. Maybe if someone else asked her some follow up questions, she wouldn't get too suspicious of one student." Namely, me.

She glanced back to Daichi, wondering if he had any thoughts on it too. She thought Mordred seemed like he'd be good at this sort of thing. He seems...serious. I think. And smart too. He had an air about him that she liked. She seemed to be getting along with more Slytherins every day, much to her surprise.

A voice boomed out around the Great Hall. It was the Transfiguration professor and she had a message. So listen up kiddies.



"Can I have your attention please everyone! I have some good news and some bad news... Plus a request. Firstly I am pleased to inform you that the common rooms have been successfully unlocked, however we ask that you remain in the Great Hall for the time being. This is due to the fact that Professor Burbage has, apparently, been kidnapped by a plant." That sounded ridiculous even to her, but anyway. "Search parties are being set up to look for the Astronomy Professor and the plant, so if you would like to join in and help, please make your way here to us at the entrance. Those of you that don't, please stay where you are and someone will remain with you. Thank you!" Okay, well hopefully that got their attention.