Later that week....

Max was sitting at his desk reviewing some literature he was owled regarding a summer youth Quidditch camp. In short, the group hosting the camp wanted HIM to teach the students the game. Don't they understand that I WANT and NEED my summer holiday break? He was about to pick up a quill and place it to parchment when a silvery scorpion zoomed into his office and landed on his desk.

And then it spoke . . . in Cela's voice.

It was total nonsense. Nothing made sense at all (but seriously, the Ravenclaw prefect had been acting rather odd all term), but it was her voice . . . coming from the ghostly insect.

"Why in Merlin's great warty nose a poisonous bug, Cela? WHY?"

Without a moment to lose, Vindictus lept out of his desk chair armed with his wand and ran out the door.