 ¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
So, one of the perks of being a professor was, he could visit any common room and even get special treatment. This hadn't occured to him the whole term and just when it was about to end, he had a voilà moment. His first stop was, of course, his protégé's tower.
What treated everyone equally was the school property, something he couldn't think of before he met the Bronze Knocker.
THE Bronze Knocker. That infamous, blasted thing that asked him what was supposed to be a riddle, but was actually an Einstein-level question. How on Earth was he supposed to know that? The Ravenclaws? He could name like 10 of them on top of his head who would NEVER be able to guess the answer.
"You know I'm a professor, right?"
........
"This is outrageous. Scandaleous. Incredible. Terrible. OhpleasejustletmeinIbegyou -"
The thing miraculously opened, and he didn't even step aside to let the person or whatever pass. Instead, he pushed his way open and stepped inside the 'smart' tower.
Hmpf. He was just glad he had been a Slytherin. Let Ravenclaws deal with it, because only they would show off with stupid riddles. |