Violet had dragged her way into the Great Hall and plopped down into an available seat without engaging anyone. She still felt humilated over her 'ghost-possession' the previous year, and had spent a simply awful summer with her over-protective grandfather and uncles. That, and the fact that she was a month away from turning fifteen, had put her in a 'mood,' as her governess used to say.
She'd been reviewing the notes in her journal while waiting for the feast began--over the summer, she'd made an outline of all the strange events of the past year, particularly those involving Headmaster Trent, towards whom she had developed a sort of vendetta. Suddenly, the doors burst open and the man himself strode into the Hall. Violet left off her reading and and turned her attention to Trent as he seated himself at the staff table, watching his every move.
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As the Headmaster took his seat, the strangest thing happened. The skin at his face began to bubble, as did the skin at his hands. If the man was fazed by this new development, he did not show it. Instead, the smile grew to a sinister grin. In no time, the skin had peeled away and the hair took on its own transformation. Soon enough the Headmaster....seemed much less like the Headmaster and entirely like someone else.
As Violet watched, something very strange was happening to the Headmaster and she continued to stare in disbelief--what in Merlin's name was going on?!?