Originally Posted by Krel Ansell

“A five? Well, you’d think that with a name like ‘Borr’ he’d know who the creatures professor is.” Daisy responded to Vivianne’s disappointment in an attempt to make her best friend at least smile, if not chuckle. “Even without a name like that, I don’t know how one could not know Professor Morgan. She’s one of the nicest professors in the school.” After all, she had given Daisy a replacement cage for Houdini, her grasshopper mouse.

“Funny you should mention him,” Daisy muttered as she unrolled the Prophet in her hand and scanned the pages. She hadn’t had a chance to really look at it since she retrieved it from the stubborn delivery owl up in the owlry but there had been one article that she had been dying to share with Vivianne. “I missed you at the midnight creatures class…the mooncalves were amazingly agile.” Which reminded her, she still needed to deliver her jar of mooncalf poo to Professor Bunbury…she was probably overdue for the delivery as a matter of fact…

She flipped the paper to the middle and then flicked an article with her finger, now-empty entrance hall with a sharp “snap!” sound. “Here – first news I heard about Professor Forester since the welcome feast.”

Daisy handed over the Prophet to Vivianne and then watched as a Clawder-head started putting up some flyers in the Entrance Hall. Although these flyers looked different from the last couple she had come across, there was something strikingly familiar about them.

“Hey!” Daisy called out, leaving Vivianne with her copy of the Prophet. “What do you think you’re doing?!” If there was one thing, Daisy didn’t like, it was people that were so – narrow-minded and the more she saw the posters, the more upset she got about them.

Originally Posted by Miss Marilyn

Marilyn entered the Great Hall feeling slightly depressed. It had been difficult sitting there on Rafe's cloak and listening about Lucy. Even though this was a girl she had never met, Marilyn still didn't like her...But that could've been because she was a Gryffindor female. Whatever the reason might have been, didn't matter anyway. She was clearly after her friend. Stupid slag...

She sighed, having every intention on going to her dorm to read...until something caught her eye...



The blonde couldn't believe what she was seeing. Could students post things like this in the middle of the Entrance Hall? How vastly inappropriate... She approached the girl standing near the poster and glared. "Do you know any werewolves? Im just curious..."