Legacy Rewritten

Prefects and Notes

As soon as Mr. Moon was out of sight, I cast the disillusionment charm on myself and made my way towards the locked door. "Alohomora," I whispered, using my wand to unlock the complex two-part key. Well, I should say it would've been a complex lock; however, magic tends to make everything a little easier since it gave way rather quickly, the doorknob not even making a rattling sound as it snapped back into place. There was a gate on the other side of the door, a security measure I'm sure, but the Alohomora charm seemed to solve that issue rather quickly as I watched it ascend back into the ceiling to let me pass through. When it came back down, it did so gently, still not making a sound. I saw two doors to my left and curiosity got the better of me as I went to unlock one of the other doors. As soon as I entered the room, I saw neutral tones of color swirling in peachy and dusty pink wisps, indicating that whoever lived here was probably a female. The color tone reminded me of a soft sunset, the ones you typically see at the beach. There'd be no way a man lived in this room, it was too neat and too peaceful. My thoughts were confirmed when I saw a letter that was addressed to a "Matilda". I then saw a few books around the room, as well as a few goblets and other knickknacks that reminded me of transfiguration: this room must belong to Professor Weasley, and Matilda must be her actual name. I gently unfolded the letter as I chuckled to myself quietly, beginning to read:

Dear Matilda, 

"My dear Dot has been asking about you. Perhaps I can convince her to stop in for a Butterbeer or two if you were to join us. It's been far too long since the last time we got together and shared a pint, laughing over our student years. I know that you are plenty busy, but when you do manage to come by, I wondered if you'd be able to part with a few of your plants? The more fragrant ones? Ever since the troll attack, customers have been complaining about the smell of - believe it or not - old socks! Nothing I've tried seems to cover the stench. Hoping to see you soon, with or without the plants."

Your friend, Sirona

I took a quick glance around the room, but I didn't want to stay in there too long after all. Because even though Professor Weasley obviously wasn't in her room now, I didn't want to increase the chance of her walking in while I was still in her room by staying longer than necessary. That, and I did have a mission to do after all: find the Demiguise statues to ease some of Mr. Moon's worries. It did smell quite nice here though, and I was pleasantly not at all surprised to know such a sweet person as Professor Weasley was friends with Sirona Ryan. I had stumbled upon such a sweet detail, and I wondered if she'd ever talk to me about her friendship with Sirona. I can't imagine a younger Professor Weasley running around here with a younger Sirona...it was just so mind boggling to me that at one point, our professors were just like us. I carefully placed the note back where I found it, briefly taking one last look around the comfy quarters before exiting the room. There was a second door, but I didn't have to use Alohomora to unlock this one. When I entered, I was greeted by a color scheme of neutral whites, beige, and pale blue. It was very simple, yet classical, and I instantly knew this was Professor Figs' room when I saw pictures of some of the places he'd told me he traveled to; it was fascinating to see yet another side of my mentor. Just then, I saw a picture of him with a woman who had striking bronze eyes and brilliant golden locks; however, that's not what caught my eye originally. There, on her neck, was an ancient magic swirl necklace, one that looked remarkably like the locket I'd found in Gringotts. How intriguing. I was going to analyze the room further, at least until my eyes were drawn to a discarded parchment that had landed on the floor. It read:

"I am in receipt of your most recent owl. I apologize for the delay in my response. I am still receiving a good deal of correspondence regarding the introduction of the not-so-recent "Stooging Penalty" in Quidditch, which in my humble opinion, has brought the game into a modern age. Astonishing, frankly, how many spectators want nothing less than seeing Quidditch Keepers flattened entirely. As to the topic of your recent letter, we at the Ministry assure you that all potential threats to wizard-kind are taken quite seriously. I have made note of your concerns and in as much as time allows, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement will ensure that the matter is investigated. Of course, considerations will have to be put in place to ensure that scheduling matters are a priority...so that could mean you may be waiting for quite a while. We value the opinions of esteemed wizards such as yourself, and you may be assured that we have matters well in hand. Should you wish, I can have my secretary secure seats for yourself and a guest in this year's Quidditch final. I think you would be delighted to see the results of a well-run and efficient government."