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Her legs moving at a reasonably rapid rate, but not quite fast enough to be considered running, Seren moved silently up the stairs to the second floor. She didn't frequent the castle often, and rarely beyond the entrance hall. But THIS, well this was an urgent matter. So urgent in fact that she barely noticed where exactly she was going or who was watching her.
Her long blonde hair flowed over her shoulder,black ash paintedher hands which clasped a thick wad of blackened parchment. Her notes were completely ruined. Irreversible!
Coming to a halt outside the Headmasters office, Seren allowed herself to take a deep breathe.It seemed as though she wasn't the only one wanting to see Tate. "Isabelle," she greeted with a small nod. She really wasn't in the mood to socialise right now, not after everything that had happened. Whoever did this, whoever was responsible, was going to pay for it. Why would they do this? Who would do this?
She was about to utter the passowrd to the dargoyls when she noticed the photo frame in Isabelle's hand. Uhhh... what was all that about.
"... You tried cleaning that?" she asked gesturing to the scribbles covering it. Was this about the house elves not doing thier jobs properly? Their cleaning WAS lacking.
Having finally got her breath back, Isabelle steeled herself to mutter the password quietly to the gargoyle, but she became distracted. The Herbology professor had arrived - and she seemed to have a pile of burnt something in her hands.
"Seren," she replied, smiling at the woman, and eyeing what she was holding.
"Uhh..." Issy started to speak, about to ask what it was, when she was asked a question herself.
"Oh, yes. Well not yet. I'm bringing it as evidence. Something came into my office and did this!" she said, gripping it tighter so her knuckles went white.
"And stole some of my stationary. Then went and messed up my practice room, can you believe it? I've got a very helpful Hufflepuff tidying for me while I'm here," she sighed.
But yes, back to what Seren was holding. Considering the fact she had bought it with her to see Tate, it was unlikely she'd done it herself. Wasn't it?
"Have you been burning things....?" Isabelle asked, quirking an eyebrow.