Chapter 569 - Onto the Platform (2/2)
Peeves, the Poltergeist, a tiny man in a bell-covered hat and orange bow tie zooms above them dropping trash onto them. With a wide grinning malicious face, Peeves blows razzberries at them. The male and female students curse at him and gash their teeth in anger.
Peeves happily laughs until he spots Rowan pointing her wand at him. Before Peeves can flee, Rowan shouts, ”Skurge!”
Peeves lets out a pig like squeal as the spells hits him right in the chest before zooming away cursing. The Prefects including Rowan hurry over to the fl.u.s.tered students and help them get clean. Once the students were once more presentable the four of them made their way into the Great Hall. They all waved goodbye before each separating towards their own house table.
The Great Hall looked splendid as usual decorated for the start-of-term feast. Golden plates and goblets gleam under the candlelight of hundreds upon hundreds of floating candles in midair. Rowan and Severus easily spot Tiffany, who is sitting between Bethanie and Silvia. Terry is sitting right across from the girls and motions next to him their two saved seats.
Rowan and Severus each take their usual seat as Bloody Baron sitting a distance away from turns to stare at them. The pearly, white, transparent Bloody Baron nods his head at them for being the new Slytherin Prefects, before turning back to eye, the Head Boy Travers. Travers for some reason had been selected to be the Bloody Baron's entertainment for this evening.
Whatever Travers had done must have seriously irked the Bloody Baron. And no one was stupid enough to ask the Bloody Baron, what exactly Travers had done to annoy him. Maybe one of the ghosts would have better luck.
Tiffany shakes her bobbed strawberry hair and wrinkles her cute button nose at them. ”I'd for sure have guessed Rowan, but not you, Severus.”
”And what is that supposed to mean?” Severus arched his brow back.
Silvia shakes her dark head and arches her brow. Her blue gray eyes solemnly study Severus as she says, ”You're a bit cold, Severus, no offense. And not that Rowan is not but she is surprisingly caring underneath it all. You're not exactly the nurturing type, Severus.”
”Fair enough,” Severus grunted. ”But it's not like there are any better options in our year.”
Bethanie's long auburn wavy hair is pulled back with a gorgeous hair pin. So that when she turns to look at Terry with a shudder, her hair remains in place. ”Terry would have been a better option if not for his terrible habit of playing with people's lives like a spider.”
”Hey, I'm just being a Slytherin!” Terry avidly protested the comparison to being like a spider.
They all mutely eye Terry as Rowan flatly says, ”Terry, if I were stuck on an island, you'd be the first person I would kill. Otherwise you'd convince everyone else to kill each other leaving you to survive until the very end.”
Terry narrows his eyes and says, ”I don't know if that's a compliment or not.”
Deciding it was time to change the subject, Bethanie quickly says, ”We have already spotted Professor Prince sitting at the Professor's head table.”
”Ah, yes, Professor Prince!” Tiffany excitedly said. ”She looks rather elegant, if not a bit stern. But she's definitely the most nicely dressed professor at the Staff table.”
They all turn towards the staff stable and sure enough spot her sitting between Professor Vector and Professor Babbling. It seems the three witches got along quite nicely as they were avidly chattering. But then again, they might just be plotting to take over the world.