Chapter 660 - Yet Again?! Ⅱ (1/2)
By the time, Minerva reached the staff room, the Head of Houses had gathered inside. staffroom. The staffroom is a long, paneled room full of old mismatched chairs that had seen better days. There is a steaming pot of tea on one of the staff tables, whilst the four House Heads all nurse a cup of tea in their hands.
Licking his upper lip clean of the milk tea, Professor Slughorn in a tweed-colored bed robe let out a large grumpy huff. His thick warm nightshirt barely reaches the tip of his hairy shins revealing fat, swollen feet stuffed into warm-looking emerald slippers. ”There better be a good explanation for being roused at his ungodly hour, Minerva! I can assure you that last I checked all of my Slytherins were still in bed!” Which was a bit of a lie as it had been the Prefects, who had been last to do so.
”Hear, hear,” chimed the voice of Professor Flitwick in agreement, who was wearing a nicely stripped nightcap with a matching nightshirt. Minerva McGonagall flashed Filius Flitwick, a glare causing Flitwick to pull the sash of his bed robe about himself as he stares in fascination at his night slippers.
Professor Sprout wears a black bed robe and yellow pajamas, and unlike Slughorn wears thick wool boots as slippers. ”Come now, Minerva,” Professor Sprout hummed as she took another sip of her milk tea. ”What is it now? It is not Peeves again is it?” The other House Heads flinch at the mere thought as they all recalled what he had done last time. Apparently, flushing Dung Bomb's down the pipes was not enough, some of the pipes afterward burst and needed urgent repair afterward.
”No, it was not Peeves,” Minerva answered with no small measure of relief. The poltergeist was a constant headache for all of them, but previous attempts to be rid of Peeves had all ended in failure and far more trouble than they were worth. (Not that they hadn't tried such as in 1876 by Hogwarts caretaker Rancorous Carp only to cause the entire student body to forcibly be evacuated from Hogwarts and resulting in Rancorous being so traumatized that he retired! And forcing Headmistress Eupraxia Mole's hand to concede to three of Peeves' requests to restore peace to Hogwarts. Well, the tentative peace that had existed before at least.)
”Well, that is a good thing is it not?” Grumbled the voice of Professor Bathsheada Babbling, the petite witch, who wore dark blue pajamas and a fluffy, warm bathrobe. This was not the first-morning meeting she had attended, but this would be the first one before the crack of dawn.
”A Professor is missing-,” Minerva began to say, before being cut off.
”Not Prince, is it?” Slughorn said in a panic as his eyes darted back in forth. ”Reginald Prince will kill us if anything happens to his younger sister!” Find authorized novels in , faster updates, better experience, Please click #!-%E2%85%B1_52027584925462344 for visiting.
Clearly wheezing in panic, Professor Sprout slaps the Slytherin head on the back. ”Calm yourself, Horace, and let Minerva finish,” Sprout said with a frown, before mumbling under her breath, ”Truly, Horace, this is most unbecoming of a Slytherin.”
Seeing all eight pairs of eyes turn towards her, Minerva contains her dislike on her face, and stiffly says, ”It would appear that Professor Zephyros is missing.”
All trace of panic vanishes from Slughorn's face as he visibly lets out a sigh of relief. His beady eyes blink rapidly as he sternly chides, ”Minerva, you should have started with that from the very start.”
Minerva merely arches her brow at him causing Slughorn's eyes to dart away as he reaches into his pocket for a handkerchief to dab at his sweating face. ”It would seem that our Divination's professor had yet to return,” Minerva drily said again. ”If you would all gather your Prefects and begin the search within the castle, I will begin to assemble the rest of the Professors to aid in the search within the Forest and Hogsmeade.”
”But Professor Zephyros is prone to wandering off to commune with the Spirits,” Professor Sprout interjected. ”Surely, there is no need to awaken us to search for the man?”
”I am well aware of Professor Zephyros tendencies, Pomona, but the Headmaster has requested that a search be conducted,” Minerva replied in a bland tone of voice.