Professor Kazimeriz slowly climbed up to the dias and walked up to the main podium.


"SIIIIIIIIIIIILENCE!"


He slammed his obsidian and silver cane down twice on the floor heavily.

The double CLANG! of the cane echoed loudly throughout the hall like a judge's gavel. He raised his wand to his throat, casting a sonorous charm that would echo throughout the entire building.


"Students! You will please take a seat at the nearest available table. Attention all staff members, please report to the dias in the Great Hall immediately. There is important information that needs your attention."

Kazimeriz's voice began echoing throughout the halls of the school, repeating the message as though on a recording.

Alessia made her way to the dias with Cyrus. "Sweety, go to your table and sit... like Professor Kazimeriz said, alright? I will check on you later." she said and continues to the dias but stopped, turned around, pointed her wand at the boy, drying his wet clothes. "There... now off you go."

"Papa Valon, I saw the dungeons, what's going on?"

Professor Bunbury admittedly jumped just a little --- okay no, that wasn't a little, that was quite a bit, because she spilled a spot of tea onto her pretty robes when Kazimeriz's BOOMing voice echoed around the Great Hall.

Frowning down at the spot, Anastasia quickly cleared it away with her wand and then stood up, picking up just one pink teacup and her pink teapot to obediently follow Ye Moste Ancient One's order.

The redhead marched up to the dias and carefully set her pot and teacup down, hovering behind a chair as she wasn't really sure what was going on.....still. Was she supposed to sit? Stand?

Sit. Ladies sat and looked proper. The redhead pulled out a chair and slipped into a seat, resting her chin on her hand and sighing slightly. Honestly, Kazimeriz had better have a good reason for this nonsense, because she had left in the middle of a very interesting experiment to come to his tea time.

Tutut but of course his little pet LookItMeI'mSoUg-ly Alessia was there. Well then. Perhaps she would be able to wring some answers out of the old fart.

Well she wasn't very far away.

Scooting up to the dias, still barefoot, lest she have to chase someone down, Cari approached the madman who seemed to think he was in charge.

pfffffffft!

Because she hadn't been running this mad house for the past few hours to the best of anyone's human ability?

But, no arguing in front of the kiddies!

She sat next to THE NICE ONE, otherwise known as Less, and straightened her spine. "Oh, are you in charge now, Professor?" she asked politely.

In front of the children, in front of the children....

Cyrus was still quite irritated as his soaking wet body was escorted into the great hall by Professor Lupa. He wanted to retort, or make himself some sort of an argument but that rather scary looking Kazimeriz bloke was there. Cy like his head on his shoulders thank you very much.

“Alrigh’ then,” He said with a sigh as his brown orbs eyed Lupa. Yet suddenly, a warm sensation filled Cy’s body and he suddenly noticed that he was dry! Wow, he’d forgotten how good it felt to be dry after being in freezing cold water. “AHH! Thanks mate--- errr, Professah, I mean.” He’s momentarily forgotten his etiquette, he did that quite often. “I’ll be off.” He gaves the Professors a salute and headed to the house tables briskly.

Professor Svensson was not one to cower in fear very often. But then again, there was not a voice throughout the whole of Hogwarts summoning him to the Great Hall very often. So although he practically sprinted to the Great Hall from his office and actually did sprint from the doors of the great hall to the dias... if he had been a dog, Lars would have his head down and his tail between his legs. Thankfully, however, Lars Svensson was not a dog. He was a professor.

Upon reaching the dias, Lars Svensson quickly sat in the empty seat next to Professor Bunbury. Panting slightly, Lars looked over at Professor Kazimeriz in slight confusion. Why the staff was gathering, he did not know. Perhaps something was awry in the castle.

Antonio was startled to hear Professor Kazimeriz's announcement instructing all staff to report to the Staff Table in the Great Hall immediately. This was most unusual, was it indicative of some problem? He couldn't remember a time in all the years he had been at Hogwarts, either as a student or as staff, where professors had been summoned to the Great Hall before.

Rushing to the table and noticing that half a dozen of his colleagues had already arrived, he took a seat, waiting for an explanation of what was going on.

Ethan slipped into a seat next to Annie and slid his empty pink teacup on to the table, the slightest trace of steam still coming from his ears from the pepperup potion. "Glad my office isn't in the dungeons." He murmured quietly, eyeing Kazimeriz warily.

Marcus strolled casually into the great hall, his hands deep inside his pockets as usual. Geez, since when did the old man become in charge of the school? Admittedly Marcus, had not seen the headmaster since their staff meeting before term had begun.

He headed up to the dais and let his eyes scan the table. Zan was sitting next to Annie, so he was staying well clear of that particular part of the table. He certainly wasn't sitting next to the old man that was for sure. Marcus' eyes fell on Caroline and they lingered on her for a moment before he decided to plant himself next to the Muggle Studies Professor.

"Does stuff like this often happen at Hogwarts?" he asked the man.

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Professor Svensson was not one to cower in fear very often. But then again, there was not a voice throughout the whole of Hogwarts summoning him to the Great Hall very often. So although he practically sprinted to the Great Hall from his office and actually did sprint from the doors of the great hall to the dias... if he had been a dog, Lars would have his head down and his tail between his legs. Thankfully, however, Lars Svensson was not a dog. He was a professor.

Upon reaching the dias, Lars Svensson quickly sat in the empty seat next to Professor Bunbury. Panting slightly, Lars looked over at Professor Kazimeriz in slight confusion. Why the staff was gathering, he did not know. Perhaps something was awry in the castle.

"Greetings, Mr. Lars," Bunbury stated, slowly turning her head from Kazimeriz to smile at the Transfiguration professor. Why the man was practically panting like a puppy. He needed a drink.

Just a drink of tea, though, for now. "Tea? It isn't gillywater but it could do," she stated, duplicating her teacup yet again and pouring the new one for him.

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Ethan slipped into a seat next to Annie and slid his empty pink teacup on to the table, the slightest trace of steam still coming from his ears from the pepperup potion. "Glad my office isn't in the dungeons." He murmured quietly, eyeing Kazimeriz warily.

She noticed another little pink cup reuniting with her pink teapot. Ahh, Ethan.

"As am I. If your office really was in the dungeons then I would never visit," the redhead answered him, turning her head to make eye contact. Who was to say that she would trek up to see the History of Magic professor now anyways? Not after that little...nurse incident, anyways.

Anastasia moved the returned teacup over and lined it up next to the other one and her teapot. It took a bit of restraint for her to blatantly not stare at the steam rolling out of Truebridge's ears. "You...hum...." no, it was better not to ask questions just now. And besides, she had seen worse on him. Tar and feathers, anyone?

The things about the dungeons was about driving her mad though. She needed to know why everyone was wet and she needed to know now. Bunbury was never out of the loop. Never. Okay, seldom, but when she was, it was probably better for her to be ignorant.

Annie bit her lip and settled into her chair, folding her arms as she went back to staff-watching. Marcus was there and Tony.....but where was Maximus? The triumvirate of Kazvindibunz needed to unite, especially in odd times like now.

As luck would have it, Professor Morgan was actually in the castle for a change. Just as she was leaving the first floor corridor and on her way back to her office, the announcement rang out. Oh no! She thought, turning back around and making a beeline for the Great Hall. When she spotted Less, already present at the staff table, she rushed up the dias and sat down beside her. "What's going on?" She whispered to her best friend.

"I truly do not now... the dungoen is flooding and the water keeps ascending. I think papa Valon has some insight." She whispered to her friend.

Having heard the announcement, even from her office, Angela hurried out of the room, locking the door behind her. Once she had reached the Great Hall, she immediately took note of the many students already present. What was going on? And why was Kazimeriz calling everyone to the Great Hall? Where was the Headmaster?

A frown of uncertainty flickered over her face as she made her way up to the staff table. "What..is happening?" She asked to the person nearest her.

Caroline looked up from her spot at the table.

What in the name of Tobi's Pies?

I leave the Slytherin Table for a few minutes and the Gates of Hades have burst open!

"We have some... flooding... in the Dungeon, Madam Kohan, I think this is a strategy session. Would you save my seat?" She stood up and sprinted toward the Slytherin Table with her bag.

Still in her barefeet.

No clue where she had put her shoes.

Flooding? In the dungeon? As the words penetrated the confusion clouding her mind, Angela turned her head slowly in the direction of the voice that had answered. She couldn't even begin to wrap her mind around the possibility. How on earth..?

"Eh..sure." She answered, a bit too late as Caroline was already bounding off in the direction of the Slytherin table.

Sinking into a chair, she glanced in Kazimeriz's direction. Since he had made the announcement, he had to know more about it; but this seemed like a waiting game until everyone arrived. Wait a minute. The detention cells were down in the dungeon. She wondered anxiously if students had been down there at the time of the flooding.

She decided that if they had been, then they had all been rescued. But what had caused such an event in the first place?

And then there was Kapoor. Smiling as if nothing at at were the matter, because he'd known nothing of the soaking of the dungeons being high up in the towers. He entered in this cloud of oblivion which slowly began to fade as he saw the looks of some of the students, mostly Slytherin. Just then, all ponderences of this having been some sort of joke pulled with a combination of mocking bird essence and a sonorus charm on Ian Ashby's part, faded, and the Professor was a little more interested in what Kazimeriz had to say. Though he wondered where the Headmaster was in all this, he took a seat semi-solemnly over near Professor Bunbury and gave a warm greeting smile to Professor Svensson wanting to ask him how he was liking Transfiguration, but waiting for a more opportune time to do so.

On the heals of Kapoor returned Caroline. She was even MORE stressed. And wanted even more dearly to go hide in her nice dry office with a book and a very hot mug of tea.

And a blanket.

She took her seat back between Madam Kohan and Less.

"I didn't miss anything did I?" she whispered.

It still irked her the old and senile one thought he was in charge. Delusions. As mass hospital wing, you'd think SHE were in charge. Or really ANYONE but Kazimeriz.

"Not at all." Angela murmured as Caroline returned to the table after tending to the Slytherin table. "Anyone have any ideas how the dungeons came to be flooded? And how many students were caught unaware in the dungeons?" No doubt that there were detentions ongoing; there often were right after the beginning of the term feast. Plus, the house points hinted at such possibilities.

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"Greetings, Mr. Lars," Bunbury stated, slowly turning her head from Kazimeriz to smile at the Transfiguration professor. Why the man was practically panting like a puppy. He needed a drink.

Just a drink of tea, though, for now. "Tea? It isn't gillywater but it could do," she stated, duplicating her teacup yet again and pouring the new one for him.

Still breathing rathre heavily, Lars managed to aim a smile at the Herbology professor. Well, it was more like a grimace, but it was the thought that counted--wasn't it? "H-hello, B-Bunbury," he managed.

Oh, good. She had something to drink. Lars took the teacup gratefully and drank the tea in one gulp. Ahh, that was better. Tea actually helped, it seemed. Well, or else he had just been sitting still for long enough that he would have caught his breath soon anyway. It was just the lingering aftertaste of the tea that put Lars off--it tasted like medicine or something. He definitely preferred gillywater. "It'll do," he agreed, setting the teacup on the table. "Thank you."

Now. Why exactly had he run all the way down here? There was no trouble that he could see being the not very observant man he was. "Do you know what the problem is?" Professor Svensson asked Bunbury and whoever that was on her other side.

"Flooding?!" Kapoor questioned alarmedly. He looked back over at the Slytherin table and while many of them seemed to be injured, he managed to overlook their wetness over their injuries. Great Merlin! They had been daubed in a deluge! He leaned in closer to listen to what sort of responses Madame Kohan might get from her question, quite encroaching upon Professor Bunbury's space as he did so.

Vindictus arrived and immediately took a seat to the right of Kazimeriz. "Please pardon my tardiness, sir," he said respectfully to his colleague and former professor, and he looked at the others who were seated at the table.

Christian was totally lost. Today was his first day after transferring from Drumstrang. He'd felt out of place all day and hadn't met anyone really. He was kind of alone and lost and some announcement had just gone out that they needed to report to the great hall. He walked up to the Dias and asked softly. "I'm new and rather lost, can someone please tell me what is going on?"

Kapoor was fiddling with an emptied glass on the table when he heard the voice of a young student. He looked up to see a Gryffindor boy.

"We're all about to find out, but it seems that the dungeons have been over-run with water." He told him about as much as he knew.

Christian smiled. "Thank you professor. Is it alright for me to sit anywhere? Today is my first day and I really don't know anybody." He replied, waiting for the professor's answer. He put his hands in his pickets feeling nervous for the millionth time today.