@CWTurtleOfFreedom
“Alright. Don’t let the Thestrals break in,” Dumbledore said, standing up, too.
“Alright. Don’t let the Thestrals break in,” Dumbledore said, standing up, too.
Minerva tensed, every muscle in her body tightening, but she kept walking and made it all the way back to her desk before collapsing with exhaustion and stress.
//aww poor minerva
(I know right! I can literally feel her pain.)
//i hate it when you torture a character and then feel bad, dont you?
(Yes! @DancingRubberChicken and @TheLavenderOwl, y'all can join in whenever.)
//bust in and be like, HARRY POTTER IS A DIMWIT WHO KNOWS NOT WHAT IS GOING ON, AND IN FACT IS NOT OBSERVANT AT ALL!!!
(I'm dying from trying-not-to-laugh-in-the-dead-silent-classroom-that-is-Algebra-I syndrome. It is deadly.)
//ahh. That sounds quite distressing
Minerva sat at her desk for several moments before deciding that she needed a break. She transformed into her animagus form and took a leisurely stroll around the grounds. (cough-cough To Hagrid's hut cough-cough)
Dumbledore left his office through the secret side door and readied himself for bed.
//Then he died. JK. I’m just bored.
Hagrid sat down in his chair after making a cup of hot tea. Fang plopped himself at Hagrid's feet. "Don't sit there, you great oaf," He said giving Fang a little nudge with his foot. Fang gave a little sigh and stayed where he was.
(This died….)
;~;
Minerva transformed back into a human and knocked on Hagrid's door. She heard a dog bark when she knocked, and she hissed under her breath.
Hagrid opened his door and saw Minerva standing outside
"'ello, Minerva." Fang started to jump at her, "Oh back off, Fang. Come in." He said to Minerva
Minerva smiled, her expression faltering a bit when her gaze fell on Fang, but she accepted the invitation graciously. The sky was made of smeared charcoal, and it looked like it would start pouring any minute. "Hello, Hagrid. How are you?" she asked courteously.
(Smeared Charcoal. That's beautiful…)
(Thank you. ;D)
"I'm pretty good, thank-you. Yourself?"
"So-so," Minerva said tiredly. "Dumbledore received his answers from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons."
"Ah, the Triwizard tournament. I remember the last one. Poor Winston (The kid who died :)" Hagrid said shaking his head, "Take a seat."
"Yes, indeed," Minerva's gaze lowered as she sat down on a chair that was quite large and hard. She inhaled, and the news came out with the exhale: "Both schools have accepted the invitation." She paused briefly. "The Triwizard Tournament will resume this year, and it will be held at Hogwarts."
"Hogwarts? But then I'll have to work extra hard and.. Oh"
Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, hands folded, thinking hard. All students must be safe this time. But why does this give me such a bad feeling?
The following keyboard controls are supported across Notebook.ai. All keyboard controls are disabled when editing a document or notebook page.