01-02-2020, 02:06 PM
Sunday, October 6, 1995, 7:49 AM. The Great Hall.
Albus paused in eating his breakfast, a forkful of egg midway
between his plate and mouth, as a set of familiar robes appeared
on the other side of the staff table from his seat.
"Yes, Douglas?" he said mildly. "Can I help you?"
Douglas leaned down to bring his face closer to Albus'. It did
not bear its usual cheerful, indeed mischievous, smile, and a
certain foreboding seized the Headmaster's heart. "Albus," he
said in low and quietly angry tones, "you have the ghost of a
*murdered child* bound for eternity to a moldy, broken bathroom,
and everyone I've spoken to in this castle not only knows about
it but treats her as a minor *inconvenience*!" He leaned in
closer and snarled, "What is *wrong* with you people?"
Albus closed his eyes and suppressed a sigh.
Albus paused in eating his breakfast, a forkful of egg midway
between his plate and mouth, as a set of familiar robes appeared
on the other side of the staff table from his seat.
"Yes, Douglas?" he said mildly. "Can I help you?"
Douglas leaned down to bring his face closer to Albus'. It did
not bear its usual cheerful, indeed mischievous, smile, and a
certain foreboding seized the Headmaster's heart. "Albus," he
said in low and quietly angry tones, "you have the ghost of a
*murdered child* bound for eternity to a moldy, broken bathroom,
and everyone I've spoken to in this castle not only knows about
it but treats her as a minor *inconvenience*!" He leaned in
closer and snarled, "What is *wrong* with you people?"
Albus closed his eyes and suppressed a sigh.