Olivia's cold

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓!

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓!

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"WHATS GOING ON?" Hermione asked curiously.

After the delicious Halloween feast, the Golden Quartet followed the rest of the Gryffindors along the usually path to Gryffindor Tower, only to find it jammed with students.

"Bet Neville forgot the password again." Ron rolled his eyes

"Hey!" Somebody squeaked, offended

"Oh, sorry Neville." Ron said sheepishly

"Hey, Gin!" Olivia called "Why's no one going in?"

"The fat Lady!" Ginny said frantically "She's gone!"

"Serves her right." Dean said "Her singing was horrible."

"Stop it!" Hermione scolded "This is serious."

"Not as serious as Sirius Black-" Olivia began but was cut off by Percy

"Let me through, please." Percy said, and he came bustling importantly through the crowd "What's the hold up here? You can't have all forgotten the password - excuse me, I'm Head Boy-"

And then a silence fell over the crowd. They heard Percy say in a sharp voice "Somebody get Professor Dumbledore. Quick."

"What's goin' on?" Seamus asked, who had just arrived.

Next moment, Dumbledore was there, sweeping towards the portrait. Olivia gasped and grabbed Harry's arm when she saw that Elizabeth's portrait had been slashed so viciously that strips of canvas litterd the floor, great chunks of it had been torn away completely.

"We need to find her." Said Dumbledore, turning to McGonagall who had just arrived "Professor McGonagall, please go to Mr Flich at once and tell him to search every painting for the fat lady."

"You'll be lucky." Said a caking voice

It was peeves, bobbing over the crowd and looking delighted, as he always did, at the sight of wreckage or worry

"What do you mean, Peeves?" Dumbledore said calmly. Peeves's Grin faded a little. He didn't dare taunt Dumbledore. Instead he adopted an oily voice that was no better than his cackle.

"Ashamed, your Headship, sir. Doesn't want to be seen. She's a horrible mess. Saw her running through the landscape up on the fourth floor, sir, dodging between the trees. Crying something dreadful." He said happily, "poor thing." He added unconvincingly.

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