Someone's got a secret

Selkia was alone in her room of the Silver Dragon Tower. She was engrossed in browsing the books on magic she received as a present for her birthday. Suddenly, she heard a scratching noise at the window. She got up and let one of the school’s white owls get in. ”Mmm, a letter from cousin Ron…

Let’s see… I hope he finally decided to leave that school of magic he enrolled at and come to study at Kwadleigh…” While reading, Selkia’s already big green eyes started growing bigger, her hands were trembling holding the piece of paper and her entire body was shivering.

”No waaaaay, finally something interesting is about to happen at Kwadleigh!!! I moved here a short time ago and I bore myself to death”, she grinned.

”Hmmmm, let’s see what the others feel about this. Could a professor actually be an Animagus? That’s so exciting, it’ll definitely remove the monotonous atmosphere during classes”, she said to herself, putting on her purple robe, grabbing her wand and hurrying towards the Silver Dragon living-room. She was so surprised when she found nobody in.

”Weren’t they supposed to do their “Potions” homework?” she thought. ”I surely hope they aren’t getting themselves in any trouble, so that we can lose more points”, she whispered sadly. ”Oh well, Principal Sliver has to hear about this. I can’t tell students from the other houses, I don’t know them that well and rumors may start to spread. Neither can I tell the professors, for I don’t know exactly which one is an Animagus. Why on earth didn’t we find out about this sooner?

I thought the Animagi were all registered at the Ministry of Magic!”. Without realising, she began to speak up. By that time, she had already reached Principal Sliver’s door. But a soft noise made her turn her head; Principal Sliver was standing in front of her, frowning and having a threatening look in his eyes: ”Selkia!!! Oh, my, aren’t you the most restless student around! Haven’t I and Professor Chateaunoir told you dozens of times to mind you own business and stop inquiring about the others’ lives?!?!” he yelled.

”Bbbbbut,Sir…” Selkia stuttered. ”I was only trying to help!” she excused herself, shrugging her shoulders. I’ve just received a letter from my cousin Ron, who is studying witchcraft and wizardry in England. Please read it, it’s not a rumor, it’s a true fact that he found out by accident. And there are plenty of arguments in favor of this. One of the Kwadleigh professors is an Animagus. See for yourself”, she added, giving Sir Sliver the letter.

And Sliver's reaction was "too" normal...

Sliver read the letter and sighed. "Oh well, strange things happen. You shouldn't worry about all this, Selkia..." he said after a while. "We have everything under control" Selkia smiled but her question was still there, lying on her lips: *One of the teachers is an Animagus! *

*They know* Sliver's first thought was. *And this is not good...* He wanted to say something but he felt a strange urge to run and check Aylin's room. It was one minute before Adara's Darkstar entered the corridor... and she bumped into Selkia.

As Melody finds Aylin, Birdy...

Birdy stomped back up to her dormitory, upset that her sexuality had been questioned (in the Morning Owl's article), yet in an odd way pleased that her name was always in the rumor mill... was 'mysterious' a way to describe what is true Birdy-ness? She thought about this for a moment then scoffed at the thought, because she had most DEFINITELY made herself well known for having a superstition against oatmeal, and having a semi-wonderful singing voice. Mysterious?! Hah. Maybe if you were asleep and she woke you up wearing a mask and holding a miniature purple elephant would Birdy ever be even somewhat mysterious. She laughed out loud at the thought of wearing a mask and holding a miniature purple elephant.

BOOM! THUMP! "OW!" "OI!" Birdy found her self butt on the ground, her glasses astray, and red-brown hair all in her face, "Oh for the love of Mike!" she muttered, "I swear it's that oatmeal! WHY did I have to be so fixated on the bloody mail?!" She picked herself up and stuck her glasses into her pocket, turned to the poor soul she walked into, and sort of half-smiled, "Sorry something terrible you know. I'm sort of clumsy. I can do foutes (sorry, I really can't spell in French, it's the spinney things in ballet/dance in general, you have to keep spinning and spinning, if you've seen "Center Stage" Jodie does fourteen at the end of Cooper's ballet...), but I can't walk to my dormitory properly."