forum Hogwarts Professors RP CLOSED [@camiestrange @TheLavanderOwl @DancingRubberChicken @TurtleofFreedom] POTTERHEADS PLEASE STALK!!!!!!

Started April 30, 2018 by Deleted user

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Hagrid opened his door and saw Minerva standing outside
"'ello, Minerva." Fang started to jump at her, "Oh back off, Fang. Come in." He said to Minerva

Minerva smiled, her expression faltering a bit when her gaze fell on Fang, but she accepted the invitation graciously. The sky was made of smeared charcoal, and it looked like it would start pouring any minute. "Hello, Hagrid. How are you?" she asked courteously.

"I'm pretty good, thank-you. Yourself?"

"So-so," Minerva said tiredly. "Dumbledore received his answers from Durmstrang and Beauxbatons."

"Ah, the Triwizard tournament. I remember the last one. Poor Winston (The kid who died :)" Hagrid said shaking his head, "Take a seat."

"Yes, indeed," Minerva's gaze lowered as she sat down on a chair that was quite large and hard. She inhaled, and the news came out with the exhale: "Both schools have accepted the invitation." She paused briefly. "The Triwizard Tournament will resume this year, and it will be held at Hogwarts."

"Hogwarts? But then I'll have to work extra hard and.. Oh"

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, hands folded, thinking hard. All students must be safe this time. But why does this give me such a bad feeling?

Minerva cocked her head inquisitively to the side. "What is it Hagrid?" she asked, trying to hide the hint of worry that spread over her words.

Trelawney stumbled into Dumbledore's office "Dumbledore! Oh, Dumbledore. I have terrible news!"

Trelawney stumbled into Dumbledore's office "Dumbledore! Oh, Dumbledore. I have terrible news!"

(This will be interesting… :P)

"I'll have to keep the grounds perfect for our guess AND still do classes."

"Well, I suppose that Wilhelmina (Professor Grubbly-Plank) could come and teach your classes if you need extra time to keep up with the grounds…" Minerva said thoughtfully.

Trelawney stumbled into Dumbledore's office "Dumbledore! Oh, Dumbledore. I have terrible news!"

Dumbledore came into his main office and nodded respectfully to Trelawney before sitting down in his chair. Oh boy… “Proceed,” he said.

"I'm afraid I have terrible news!" She repeated. "Mars is aligning with Saturn, and I fear it may mean terrible things! One of our students will die this year!"

“Ahh. I see. Do, sit down,” Dumbledore said calmly. Shoot shoot shoot what if she’s right like last time?

Trelawney took a seat, wringing her hands. "And that's not all! I've been recieving brief visions of a blue eye!"

“Oh! That might not be a good omen,” Dumbledore said solemnly. Okay well that’s ridiculous.

"It's not! I've never seen an eye that bright before!" Trelawney exclaimed.

“Ahh. We shall see what becomes of it, then, I suppose.”

She nodded, leaning forward. "Be careful Dumbledore, I see an aura of great danger around the school. And young Potter. He is going to die." She stated.

“Mmmm,” Dumbledore nodded.

"His first day of class with me, we were reading tea leaves, and he had the grim."

“Oh no!” Dumbledore said sarcastically. Sybil didn’t catch the sarcasm, though.

"Dreadful isn't it?! The poor boy… I'm afraid he might be the one that dies this year…" She pulled off her glasses and polished them with the hem of one of her shawls.

“That would be horrible. But he could not enter the tournament, and there is always the slight chance that your predictions be misread,” Dumbledore said delicately.