Joyce was pulling her own pair of dragon hide gloves on as she stepped into the Gryffindor Common Room. She was still reeling over all that had happened out in the courtyard and she wasn't willing to leave anything to chance. She'd seen those pink creatures about and had assumed they were harmless but thanks to recent revelations, it would seem not. She didn't want to risk being in the same predicament as Dolly Dopple.
"What's the situation, Tristan?" She asked, not yet noticing anything out of the ordinary with the Head of House. "Is Gryffindor Tower clear? Have the dormitories been thoroughly checked?"
Dolly Dopple. A ghost.
Imagine never being able to leave the castle walls again.
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