Please!

That word was on Beatrice's mind as she walked hurriedly to the Kitchens. She was hoping that the house elves had somehow stopped their rebellion now and possibly would allow the students to once again enter the Kitchens. She could really use a cone of freezing ice cream right now.

Yet as she was passing by the Corridor, something didn't felt quite right. No, something didn't smell right. Something was like..burning..

"What's that smell?" She asked herself.