!!+6xiggzYGlm 03/17/12(Sat)20:58 No.18361979|
You vaguely recall reading in one of your textbooks an anecdote about the magic of the moving portraits that dot the halls of Hogwarts. Something about the innate magic of the painter being used to animate the pictures, or something like that.
One of them has to know how to get to the fourth floor, you reason.
You call Bertrand and Albert away from their shouting match over whose idea it was to take the left after the stairs, and explain to them your idea.
"Yeah, that's great!" Ambrose exclaims. "I remember Aldous saying something about having to do that to get to the Potions labs."
It seems, however, that one of the paintings has been listening in. A knight atop a small horse raises his voice and begins to speak.
"Tell me, young badgers, but do you find yourselves in need of a guide?"
"Why yes, sir, we do indeed. Might I ask if you'd care to oblige?" Bertrand says, as though this kind of thing happened to him every day.
"Then I shall lead you forth!" The knight cries. "To where do I charge, sirs?"
"The Transfiguration classrooms on the fourth floor, sir!"
"Then let us make haste!"
You proceed to do so.
Eventually, the three of you find yourselves at the door to the classroom. "He's not going to be cross, is he?" asks Albert.
"No," you say, "I met him on the train. He was quite nice, albeit a bit scatter-brained." You casually saunter over to the portal and push it open, to find Professor Ashcroft staring out a window while the students diligently scribble essays onto parchment. Albert and Bertrand sneak over to an empty table, while you find yourself forced to sit in the only other open chair, next to a young Ravenclaw girl, obsessing over her essay.
What do, Hussein?