It wasn’t long at all before the students were all pleasantly full of a wonderful feast, and with a dismissal from the Headmaster, they made their way out. Isaac and his brother took a well worn shortcut to arrive at Gryffindor Tower quickly, meanwhile Ravenclaw students headed to a different tower, and both the Hufflepuffs and Slytherins made their way downstairs.
The beds were waiting for all, with freshly laundered sheets and nice toasty warming pans. Luggage had been brought to the beds of their respective owners, and the common rooms all had fires to warm their hearths. All thanks to the unseen House Elves. These luxuries were expected by some students, welcome retreats from poverty for others, and brand new and enticing to those lucky First Years who were arriving. And they ensured that all students were well and truly asleep by midnight.
It was some time in the early morning that it happened. A cry from a little girl in one of the dungeon dormitories of Slytherin House. After fitful shaking, and thready breathing she finally sat bolt upright with a gasp. Then, with that great lungful of air, she let out a shriek of pure terror, loud enough to wake up the dormitories beside her. In a moment, a candle was lit,, and in another, the first older students had begun to arrive. There was no evident threat, and the girl had stopped screaming, and so for the time being, no one was sure what to do or what to make of the event. Most were muttering now, the only one silent was pale and wide eyed Amelia Yaxley.
The beds were waiting for all, with freshly laundered sheets and nice toasty warming pans. Luggage had been brought to the beds of their respective owners, and the common rooms all had fires to warm their hearths. All thanks to the unseen House Elves. These luxuries were expected by some students, welcome retreats from poverty for others, and brand new and enticing to those lucky First Years who were arriving. And they ensured that all students were well and truly asleep by midnight.
It was some time in the early morning that it happened. A cry from a little girl in one of the dungeon dormitories of Slytherin House. After fitful shaking, and thready breathing she finally sat bolt upright with a gasp. Then, with that great lungful of air, she let out a shriek of pure terror, loud enough to wake up the dormitories beside her. In a moment, a candle was lit,, and in another, the first older students had begun to arrive. There was no evident threat, and the girl had stopped screaming, and so for the time being, no one was sure what to do or what to make of the event. Most were muttering now, the only one silent was pale and wide eyed Amelia Yaxley.