❛ 𝗪𝗘'𝗟𝗟 𝗕𝗘 𝗔 𝗙𝗜𝗡𝗘 𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘 ❜
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in which mavis black was known all around hogwarts, but mostly for her name. after losing both her parents on one fateful night, she has many questions about who she is and i...
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FINE LINE - PROFESSOR UMBRIDGE
Rattling and swaying, the carriages moved in convoy up the road. When they passed between the tall stone pillars topped with winged boars on either side of the gates to the school grounds, Mavis leaned forwards to try and see whether there were any lights on in Hagrid's cabin by the Forbidden Forest, but the grounds were in complete darkness.
Hogwarts Castle, however, loomed ever closer: a towering mass of turrets, jet black against the dark sky, here and there a window blazing fiery bright above them. The carriages jingled to a halt near the stone steps leading up to the oak front doors and Harry got out of the carriage first.
Mavis was the last to get off and turned again to look for lit windows down by the Forest, but there was definitely no sign of life within Hagrid's cabin. Unwillingly, because she had half hoped they would have vanished, she turned her eyes instead upon the strange, skeletal creatures standing quietly in the chill night air, their blank white eyes gleaming.
If Luna was to be believed, the beasts had always been there but invisible. Why, then, could Mavis suddenly see them, and why could Hermione and Ron not?
"Are you coming or what?" Ron said beside her.
"Oh... yeah," Mavis said quickly and they joined the crowd hurrying up the stone steps into the castle.
The Entrance Hall was ablaze with torches and echoing with footsteps as the students crossed the flagged stone floor for the double doors to the right, leading to the Great Hall and the start-of-term feast.
The four long house tables in the Great Hall were filling up under the starless black ceiling, which was just like the sky they could glimpse through the high windows. Candles floated in midair all along the tables, illuminating the silvery ghosts who were dotted about the Hall and the faces of the students talking eagerly, exchanging summer news, shouting greetings at friends from other houses, eyeing one another's new haircuts and robes.
Luna drifted away from them at the Ravenclaw table. Mavis, Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville found seats together about halfway down the table between Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor house ghost, and Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown, the last two of whom gave Mavis airy, overly-friendly greetings that made her quite sure they had stopped talking about her a split second before.
"He's not there," Harry said, his eyes on the staff table.
Mavis, Ron and Hermione scanned the staff table too, though there was no real need; Hagrids size made him instantly obvious in any line-up.
"He can't have left," Ron said, sounding slightly anxious.
"Of course he hasn't," Harry said firmly.
"You don't think he's... hurt, or anything, do you?" Hermione said uneasily.
