Now, Where Should We Begin? (Weasley Twins)

Chapter 66 - S.A.K

Not me just realizing I have been spelling Viktor Krum's name wrong this entire time *face palm*

After Kennedy had a long and boring conversation with Dumbledore and Mr. Cornseezius about the risks she put herself in when entering the tournament, the girl was peeved to say the least. Not only were they treating her like a literal child, they also were blabbing to her over and over about what she will and will not do when it came to the Triwizard tournament.

Meaning she wasn't aloud to win.

Cornsneezius made it astronomically clear that he wanted her nowhere near first place, meaning she would most likely have to flunk every single one of what ever tasks she was informed to have to do.

They were pushing her constantly about how she was being immature and stupid for submitting her name in the first place when she knew how unstable her abilities were, and according to them, they had been informed of her minor slip up earlier before dinner.

She would definitely have to smack Maisie for that one.

And it wasn't even all that upsetting that she couldn't win. Whether she won or not never was a huge deal to her, so now that she wasn't on track to win she could just support Cedric and Harry by making sure they made it through each task with all there limbs.

The major thing that bugged her was that the professors were acting like she wasn't even human in the first place.

Like she was just another trinket they had to watch over.

Of course she wasn't going to be ignorant. Kennedy understood why they were trying to be so cautious, I mean she did have potentially deadly abilities that had caused a lot of problems over the last two years specifically. But that didn't mean she wanted to be treated like she was that person.

Needless to say Maisie kept very quite that night when Kennedy returned from her scolding.

Although with everything that had gone down the night before Kennedy woke up with a total of four hours of sleep, more then she had gotten the night previously. She had gone to bed around two and woke up that morning at six on the dot.

For what reason, she didn't know.

That was until she found herself at the owlery with a small notebook in hand.

Bundled up in a large jacket and some fuzzy socks Kennedy scribbled away messily on the stained pieces of paper within the leather cover and tethered binding.

Dear Mr. Diggory,

It's me, Kennedy. Again.
I apologize for sending you yet another letter, but since you are apart of the Magical Creature department in the Ministry I really need to ask you this. Even if it is for the fourth- scratch that, seventh time in the last two weeks.

Has there been any sightings of a rather large and incredibly sassy Griffin? Preferably littered with dark spots all over his face, similar to those of human freckles? I know it's a long shot, I do, but I miss my giant bird brained goofball.
Its been.. three months, almost four and I haven't gotten any word from anybody in your department about his whereabouts.

I don't even know if you all know where he is, but if you don't the least you all could do is tell me. I mean come on Mr. Diggory, you haven't even responded to any of my letters. And there has been SEVEN.

..sorry that was a bit rude. I understand you have a lot to look after at the Ministry being the head of your department and all, but I just would really appreciate it if I could even just have you confirm or deny that you all know where he is.