 Mischievous Niffler
Frowning, the professor walked towards the empty portrait and put her fingers where the pear was supposed to be. "I don't suppose you've seen any house elves around recently, have you, Stella?" She looked back at the Gryffindor as she asked, her mind already coming to a conclusion on who might be to blame.
They were quickly joined by the headmaster and Mr. Dooley. "Headmaster!" She stiffened like a sailor in the captain's presence (this habit was a very Alice-y thing she did) and watched as he examined the place where the pear should have been. "No headmaster, I haven't," replied Alice earnestly, her mind whirling to ideas of who in merlin's beard could be to blame for this. "You know who I think we should interrogate about this? That house elf., Toddles. He's a troublemaker. I wouldn't put it past him to attack the portrait if he thought he was being treated unfairly. I believe we should initiate a search for him this instant." |