The Hassles of Hufflepuffs.
As I was on Prefect's duty this morning at the miserable hour of six o'clock, I found myself inspecting Hufflepuff Tower. Of course, one wouldn't think that any trouble would have been caused during the boredom of a Hufflepuff party, but as a Prefect, it's my job to make sure there aren't any lingering strays hanging about in a pile of their own vomit.
Hufflepuff Tower was clean, which I use liberally, since it is, of course, Hufflepuff Tower, and can never fully be clean.
However, I thought it would be worth it to check out Ravenclaw Tower, and you can only imagine my shock and horror when I found that Finch-Fletchley was creeping along the corridors half-dressed without even the decency of a dressing gown.
Once my vision started coming back to me (thankfully, as I was quite sure it would be lost permanently at the sight of a Mudblood departing from what was obviously a tryst), I announced my presence to Finch-Fletchley, who promptly turned tail. As though I would forget I'd seen him if he ran away.
I was very nearly forced to Stupefy him, but he backed himself into a corner and nearly fell over. Honestly, with this kind of riff-raff, I couldn't even tell if he was drunk or just stupid.
He pleaded, of course, for me not to tell anyone, but since I am a Prefect, I had little choice but to remove twenty points from Hufflepuff and take him to a professor. Of course, since I've no idea where his Head of House resides (though I suspect she sleeps in the Greenhouses), I decided to take him to see Professor Snape.
Professor Snape was naturally quite annoyed that we were at his dungeons at such an early hour, but when I informed him of the situation, I think he saw the problem for what it was and immediately deducted another fifty points from Hufflepuff and assigned a detention to Finch-Fletchley. I imagine the Hufflepuffs are rather terrified of Professor Snape, being as they're all, I am sure, complete idiots at Potions. From what Professor Snape was saying, Finch-Fletchley is particularly awful, which is no surprise, of course.
Fortunately, I was finally relieved of my Mudblood-punishment duties and allowed to go back to bed. God, can you imagine how embarrassing your life must be if you're sneaking Hufflepuffs into your dormitory? I've not discovered which Ravenclaw was having Finch-Fletchley over for a rousing game of sheet-wrestling, but I'm sure whoever it was will be spending the rest of the week in hiding.
Lord, someone had better keep an eye on Bones to make sure she doesn't throw herself off of the North Tower once she finds out her little boyfriend is into witches who know how to read. She'll never make the cut.
I cannot get home to the Manor sooner.
Hufflepuff Tower was clean, which I use liberally, since it is, of course, Hufflepuff Tower, and can never fully be clean.
However, I thought it would be worth it to check out Ravenclaw Tower, and you can only imagine my shock and horror when I found that Finch-Fletchley was creeping along the corridors half-dressed without even the decency of a dressing gown.
Once my vision started coming back to me (thankfully, as I was quite sure it would be lost permanently at the sight of a Mudblood departing from what was obviously a tryst), I announced my presence to Finch-Fletchley, who promptly turned tail. As though I would forget I'd seen him if he ran away.
I was very nearly forced to Stupefy him, but he backed himself into a corner and nearly fell over. Honestly, with this kind of riff-raff, I couldn't even tell if he was drunk or just stupid.
He pleaded, of course, for me not to tell anyone, but since I am a Prefect, I had little choice but to remove twenty points from Hufflepuff and take him to a professor. Of course, since I've no idea where his Head of House resides (though I suspect she sleeps in the Greenhouses), I decided to take him to see Professor Snape.
Professor Snape was naturally quite annoyed that we were at his dungeons at such an early hour, but when I informed him of the situation, I think he saw the problem for what it was and immediately deducted another fifty points from Hufflepuff and assigned a detention to Finch-Fletchley. I imagine the Hufflepuffs are rather terrified of Professor Snape, being as they're all, I am sure, complete idiots at Potions. From what Professor Snape was saying, Finch-Fletchley is particularly awful, which is no surprise, of course.
Fortunately, I was finally relieved of my Mudblood-punishment duties and allowed to go back to bed. God, can you imagine how embarrassing your life must be if you're sneaking Hufflepuffs into your dormitory? I've not discovered which Ravenclaw was having Finch-Fletchley over for a rousing game of sheet-wrestling, but I'm sure whoever it was will be spending the rest of the week in hiding.
Lord, someone had better keep an eye on Bones to make sure she doesn't throw herself off of the North Tower once she finds out her little boyfriend is into witches who know how to read. She'll never make the cut.
I cannot get home to the Manor sooner.