Chapter 532 - Final Appointing Ⅱ (1/2)
With Pomona Sprout sitting back down, Bathesheda glances around and spots two more unknown faces, who just happen to be identical. Glancing at them in curiosity, she sees the slightly hunched over Hogwarts caretaker, Argus Filch stand up. Clearing his throat, Caretaker Argus Filch says, ”These two here are identical twins, Trever and Gary Peterson. They will be my two assistants here at Hogwarts during the day but will reside at Hogsmeade most nights with their families.”
Bathesheda is a bit surprised at that revelation, but it made perfect sense. It was not as though the Hogwarts caretakers had to live at school only Filch did. And from what she knew the two of them were either squibs, muquibs, or maybe even one of each.
The two darker skinned men have carefully woven braids on their heads. They are rather muscled and even sitting down easily tower all of them. No wonder, they had been picked as caretakers. They could easily disarm a student even without the aid of a wand!
”Now that all introductions have been made except for one,” Professor McGonagall stiffly said. ”However, the latest Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor will be properly introduced upon their arrival.” Though Minerva McGonagall's truly vexed expression spoke volumes of what she genuinely thought.
”Let us all disperse and allow our newest additions time to unpack before dinner,” Professor McGonagall added as the figures in the room all arose except for Bathsheda.
The sleek figure of Minerva McGonagall moves across the room and purposefully sits herself across from Bathesheda Babbling. Without even being asked, Professor McGonagall grabs one of the still clean teacup and pours the remaining tea out for Bathesheda. Placing the last bits of the crumbled biscuits on the platter in front of her, Minerva says, ”Tell me, what's wrong Bathesheda?”
Bathsheda sighs at the Deputy Headmaster's words. ”There is such a large influx of transfer students this year and along with the rest of the Gryffindor's, I'm uncertain of what to do. Normally I would think it foolish, but there must be some sort of rules in set, Minerva. Otherwise, I fear that with some many children in Gryffindor, there will be some who will be missed and slip through the crack.”
”Ah, yes,” Minerva wisely said. ”But you must remember, Gryffindor's don't always do well with rules. You can certainly recall your own time as one, Bathsheda.”
”Yes,” Bathsheda said with a guilty groan. ”I was a bit of a hellion then. It must be karma coming back to bite me, after all these years.”
”I most sincerely doubt that,” Minerva plainly disagreed. ”You were chosen to replace me, because you are the best candidate possible, and you are a Gryffindor yourself. Who better than a Gryffindor to understand another Gryffindor?”
”I know,” Bathesheda tiredly said as she rubbed the back of her neck.
Trying to help, Minerva says, 'What sort of rules where you are thinking, Bathsheda?”