Barry said quitely "Thats a span of 60 years . Its a long time" he then got up "Peeves will be the easiest to find. But I need to know how to handel him when I do. Perhaps the library or Defence against the dark arts. Thatnks for your help professer if I find anything I`ll tell you. See you in class!" he said and with that he was out heading towards DADA.

Jessica caught the picture from thin air as the professor sent it to her and looked closer.
"Thank you, Professor." she said. Looking at the picture, it dawned on her that in less than 2 years she'll be leaving Hogwarts and probably never return.
"Did you miss it? Hogwarts, I mean?" the girl asked.

Jess smiled. "Pleased to meet you, Professor Truebridge. I can't wait for the first HoM class of the year." she said sincerely.
"Hold him? Sure!" the girl exclaimed and took the dog in her lap. Dogs were her favorite animals.

"It is a long time." Ethan agreed before staring at Barry in surprise. He hadn't realised Peeves was back. "Yes I'd appreciate you telling me what you find out, thank you. See you in class. Barry." the Professor said.


"Did I miss it?" Truebridge thought about it for a moment, "I suppose so. I left after my fourth year though so it didn't have quite the same feel as it might have had I graduated from here. I missed the professors most of all."

He offered Jessica a crooked smile, "Oh yes, I hope to see you front row centre." He watched as Jessica took the chihuahua and nodded," He hasn't got a name yet."

Shortly after Elizabeth had gotten past the door to Professor Truebridge's office, she suddenly heard someone else join in on her humming and she stopped dead. Eyes widening, her own humming trailed off as she listened to the obviously male voice coming from inside the office. Uh oh . . ., she thought, before it occurred to her that she couldn't be in trouble exactly. Not for making him hum. But she certainly wanted to investigate.

After standing outside the door in silence for a few more seconds, she quietly approached and then knocked on the door, finally noticing voices coming from inside. So not only was he in there, but there were students in there as well. And she had made him start humming. Feeling herself start to get a tiny bit embarrassed, she waited to see if anyone was going to respond to her knock, the music still running through her head.

So Professor Truebridge had left after his fourth year at Hogwarts. Where and why where the two questions in Jessica's mind. However, she realized it would have been impertinent to ask them loud, so she simply said " I see."

"I'll be in class, but I never sit in the front row. I don't know why, I'm just not used to it." the girl added.
Still holding the puppy, Jess thought what name would suit him.

"Come in!" Ethan called at the knock at the door, opening it again with his wand. Still perching on the desk he nodded politely, "Welcome."

Fwooooo it was crowded in here.

"I didn't sit in the front either." Ethan responded, "Actually; all the desks I sat in for every class had my name scratched into it, or at least my nickname; Zan."

As she heard a voice tell her to come in, Elizabeth froze in place, but the door opened anyway. At least the humming had stopped, so she didn't feel quite as surreal, even though the music was still stuck in her head. As she saw the professor preched on the edge of his desk, and he welcomed her, she nodded a bit. "Hi," she said with a smile, wondering if he had figured out that she'd been outside for a while, and was the one who had started the humming. "Um . . ." Should she introduce herself, apologize for what had happened during the feast (even though she had no idea if he even knew about her knowing about him being in musicals), or just cave and admit that in the first place? Except for the blasted music still running through her head, she couldn't think of anything.

Garret was supposed to see the professor after his lesson, but as old K had been lurking around and being generally creepy, he'd decided not to stick around where he could get points deducted for breathing. He slumped down against the wall, and slid down til he sat on the cold stone floor. As he hugged his knees to his chest and rested his chin on the knobbly appendages, his thoughts were cast once again towards the chocolate frog he'd come so close to eating.

Jessica smiled at the comment. In cases like this, Professors demonstrated that they were not so different from their students as they appeared to be.
"I promise not to scratch my name on any desks in your class, Professor!" the girl laughed.

She looked at the sleepy puppy currently in her arms.
"Professor, what do you think of Puddles? This name comes first to my mind when I watch him." Jess suggested.

Chris Potter walked down the corridor with a book under his arm and stopped outside the door and knocked waiting for a reply

"Hi." Ethan agreed, watching the Ravenclaw girl carefully. "How can I help?"

Ethan stood up and brushed past the students already in his packed office and gestured grandly at Garret to come on inside. "Come in, Plenty of room if you want to take a seat on my desk." Which is precisely what Ethan did considering the chairs- including his own- were all taken.

"Puddles? Such a masculine name." Ethan commented in a tone that made it unclear as to whether he was serious or not. "A shorter name would be better I think." Truebridge noted, "Or I might forget it."

"Come in!" Ethan wondered if he should ajourn everyone to the gallery where it was a little less crowded. Hmm. He did quite like the idea of going for a walk.

"Actually. No. Stay there." Ethan jumped off his desk, "Anyone who would like to come along next door to the gallery is most welcome. As for those of you who are procrastinating about studying, well I suggest you head up to the library."

Truebridge ushered all the students outside- even those he had just invited in- and pulled the door shut. He flicked Loretta at the door a few times, casting a bunch of warding spells that made him seem like he was either exceedingly paranoid or hiding something or both.

He paused and looked around at the students with an air of someone who has accomplished something and rummaged in his pocket for a scrap of paper.

He attached a quill to a string and hung it next to the note on his door.

"Alright, gallery-ho!" Ethan turned and strode to the gallery without checking if any of the students were following or not.

Chris followed the professor to the gallery

Garret took a smiling step into the office, only to pause when Old Man True started ushering them out again. He found himself being pushed out of the office by the throng of students that had been congregated inside the office earlier.

As he was being ushered out, he couldn't quite help craning his neck to sneak another look at the interior of the office. The split second view he'd managed to steal left him with one thought: how in bloody blazes did all these people fit in there?!

Varius rushed down the first floor corridor, in search for Truebridge's office. So far Truebridge seemed like an all round guy and someone who could potentially be trusted... it also helped that his profession involved history, something which Varius needed help in order to try and work out the presence of the Erised mirror.

As he reached the office door he noted the message on the front. "Dang!" cursed Varius, upset that the timing was way off. He didn't want to go to the gallery which would probably be surrounded by other students... he wished to speak privately with the Professor, unsure how many other students knew of the secret room or how many SHOULD know - it was supposed to be secret after all.

Varius sat on the floor outside the door, opening one of his magazines and flipping through the pages, planning on camping out here if he must until the Professor returned. However, as soon as five minutes passed Varius was, unsurprisingly, bored and wrote his name on the list. The Professor would be able to owl him when he had a moment free. With that done, Varius thought his time would be best spent in the library researching this mirror thing.

Standing in front of Professor Truebridge's office, Celandine looked at the note on the door for a moment before turning and smiling brightly at Daphne.
"He's not here. Do you think he'd mind? Probably not." Cela attempted to open the door and frowned when it wouldn't open.

After a few moments she figured it out; there were a whole bunch of charms and stuff around the door. Oh well it would be fun to get rid of them and maybe even put them back afterwards! It would be a challenge!

"Oh Daphne? You better take your books out of your pocket." Cela noted, figuring it wouldn't be long before they expanded and ripped her friend's robes.

Cela turned back to the door and began to work at the charms. After a few minutes she was pretty sure she'd gotten them all so... "Alohomora!"

The door opened and Celandine jumped gleefully before turning to Daphne and unceremoniously pushed her friend inside, "Okay! It will be more fun to do the charm if you are locked in! Then you can lock me in and get me out again!" Cela suggested before shutting the door and locking the original lock and adding the lock she'd gotten in class.

"You okay in there?" Cela asked, "You ready for me to unlock the door?"

"I don't think it's such a good--" began Daphne reprimanding her friend but let out a yelp when she was reminded of the shrunken texts hidden in her pockets. Panicking slightly, she reached into her pockets, collecting the miniature form of History of Magic books she had borrowed from the library. It wouldn't do to rip her favorite robes.

It would be catastrophic for her social life. And her dreams of becoming the school's fashion icon. Busy panicking, Daphne didn't notice Celandine put her genius into practice and only looked up when she heard her utter the unlocking incantation.

"Whoa--Celandine!" protested Daphne even as she was pushed inside and the miniature books fell from her palms and unto the ground where they would surely pop up back to their normal size any minute now. Whimpering, Daphne squished her face against the locked door. "I wish I could say I was okay," began Hopton in a trembling voice.

Her knees shook slightly and she tried not to look behind her, lest Professor Truebridge had left a venomous animal to keep guard of his office. "In fact--I think...I should confess now...that I am...sometimes, I don't usually lock doors..."

Was the air stuffy in here? It sure felt stuff. Daphne's cheek, still squished against the door as her palms tried to glue themselves against the wooden material, began to turn a red hue. Her hazel eyes shifted towards the nearest wall, and the girl gulped. Was it her eyes playing tricks on her or was that wall nearer to her than it was two seconds ago. "Ceeeeeel?"

As she extended the vowel, her voice went higher and higher in pitch, ending in an undecipherable squeak.

"Daaaaaaaafff!" Celandine replied cheerfully before pointing her wand at the first lock and flicking it, "Alohomora!" She nodded happily to herself and was about to tackle the next lock when an idea popped up in her head. Could she unlock two locks at once?

Cela closed the lock again with a snick before concentrating as hard as she could on the two locks, "Alohomora!" One of them unlocked perfectly, the other merely rattled a bit. Hmm. She had been close though. Cela set the locks again.

"Alohomora!" Cela flicked her wand at each lock in quick sucession and bounced in glee as they both clicked open.

Cela opened the door and smiled at Daphne, "Swap!"

Daphne nearly bolted out of the room and stood panting outside, stepping on a miniature textbook in the process. "Cela!" reprimanded the pudgy girl with a pout, tilting her head in the process. "You took longer than you should have!" What had she been doing hesitating? Messing with locks? Daphne eyed them suspiciously.

"S-s-sw-swaaaaap?" hiccuped the blond, placing a hand against her chest. "I don't know." Could be hazardous. "Okay?" If Celandine could do it. She could do it, right? After all, there wasn't anyone watching so she needn't feel pressured like she felt in class. "Very well, get in there!" chirped Daphne pushing Cela inside the classroom and locking the door after her.

Feeling a twinge guilty for having incarcerated her friend, even if it was for charm practice, Daphne coughed. "You're alright, Celly?"

Cela didn't bother explaining that she'd been trying to unlock two locks at once, simply nodding enthusiastically as Daphne repeated her order to swap.

"Just fine Daffy!" Cela chirped back before letting out a little eep as various books reverted to their natural large state from their miniature versions that Daphne had dumped from her pockets. Distracted, Cela sat down and picked one up, immediately beginning to read it.

Oh! What a coincidence that she'd opened the one with a chapter on saddles in wizarding history!

"Okay! I'm going...seriously!" spoke Daphne in her nervous state and flicked out her wand, squinting as if that would help her aim better at the lock despite the short distance between herself and said lock. "Aloho--SQUAAWK!" Daphne nearly lost her balance and the spell, seemed to have bounced off the door, it's only sign a resonating ting in the hallway.

"Stupid book!" shouted Daphne kicking the textbook aside only to regret it. It was heavier than it looked, which was worse considering the tome looked thick already. Muffling a painful cry, Daphne brought up her wand once more. "I'll get you out in a bit Cel! Alohomora!"

There seemed to have been some action, but Daphne couldn't be sure, especially as the door wasn't flinging open. Hmph. Quietly, she walked up to the door and rattled the doorknob. It was clearly locked. "Like I said..." declared the blond loudly, only less confidently. "I'll get you out right now!"

So, Daphne tried again. Except...the door knob seemed even less inactive than before. Once more, she walked up to the door, rattled the doorknob, then knocked twice on the door. "Celandine? I think...there's a bit of problem."

"Okay." Celandine answered distractedly, pouring over the book, "Just clear your mind and focus on the lock." Idly, Cela picked up the other scattered books and shifted them into a neat stack before turning back to the volume she had chosen, spreading it in her lap, her knees supporting it.

"No problem. You did really well in class remember?" Cela pointed out, turning the page.

Clear your mind. Focus on the lock.

In all honesty, Daphne couldn't focus on such an ugly lock. Clearly, Professor Truebridge needed to get it changed as soon as possible. The golden paint was chipping off, and it was slightly rusty. Completely unappealing to the eye and extremely distracting.

"I'll do my best," she promised the door and backed away, squinting once more for aim. Daphne took several deep breaths, clearing her mind and thinking of nothing but that lock. That ugly old lock. That lock, which in contrast to her, must look really hideous.

One last hateful glance at it, Daphne flicked her wand and chanted: "AH LO HO MOR AH!"

The door clicked and swung open with an eerie squeal. Daphne lowered her wand, realizing the way things were now, she was pointing it at Celandine's head. "What are you doing on the floor? There could be germs on the floor! Magically mutated germs with the sole intent of eating you inside out starting with your intestines!" ranted the blond walking up to Celandine and tugging at her sleeve. "Up! Upup!"

Celandine looked up as Daphne got the door open, "Oh relax it's just a floor." Cela looked up at Daphne as she tugged on her sleeve, "Try again with two locks." Cela passed the padlock to Daphne and nudged her out the door again, "You have to practice to be the best."

And then Cela could keep reading this neat book.

Speechless, she stood idly as she had been pushed out, and Celandine had properly locked herself in Truebridge's office. Twice, in a manner of speaking. Not one to disappoint (at least not on purpose), Daphne brought up her arm, wand tightly clenched in her hand. "Honestly, this a bit much, Celandine," she complained in a whisper to herself. "Even I have to admit my limits. I mean, I can barely get one lock unlocked, you want me to unlock that hideous lock twice?"

She was going to die from ugly.

"Alohomora!" There was one click and Daphne walked up to make sure it hadn't been a fluke. However, Celandine was still locked inside.

No need to panic.

"Alohomora!" Nothing. "AH.LO.HO.MOR.AH!"

....

OpenOpenOpenOpen!

"ALOHOMORA!"

She took a deep breath and followed Celandine's instructions once more. Clear your mind. This is important. You're thinking too much. Way too much. Instead of focusing on how ugly the lock is, you need to focus on its mechanism...and it opening. "Alohomora!" declared the blond with a swish of her wand. There was a brief moment of silence before there was a double click vibrating against the halls walls. Throwing the door open, she found Celandine sitting on the ground, again. "I thought I told you there's germs there!"

Honestly.

Cela sighed and stood up, carefully closing the book and using her wand to levitate them to Daphne before making a great big show of dusting herself off and de-germifying herself with various charms.

"Better?" Cela asked, holding her hands up and spinning around on one foot before striking a pose and collapsing in a bit of a giggle fit. "Honestly Daphne! You did great! Why do you have so much doubt in there?" Cela tapped Daphne's forehead with her wand in illustration before stepping outside of the office and closing the door.

"Oooh. Now I have to put those charms back!" Hmmm. That would be hard. Cela thought for a few moments before deciding not to set the charms and things up again. Instead she picked up the quill hanging on the door and wrote a note for the professor.
Cela re-read her note before turning to Daphne, "Okay! I should go work on my other homework now! I'll see you later okay?" Cela dashed forward and hugged Daphne before skating off, humming happily to herself.