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"Is it too late to leave the Great Hall?" Asked Alexandra rhetorically. She had heard two of the noise bombs last year when the Weasley Twins had blown up a toilet and for sothing else. The least that could be said, was that the voice of the Weasley matriarch had the level appropriate to raise the dead and flee for their resurrected lives.
In a shaking hand, the youngest boy of the Weasley opened the letter. Most of the students around him had stuffed their fingers in their ears and one brief second later the reason beca quite evident. For a mont, most of the students were left reeling, as a roar of legendary proportions had echoed in the Hall.
"… STEALING THE CAR, I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED IF THEY'D EXPELLED YOU, YOU WAIT TILL I GET HOLD OF YOU, I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU STOPPED TO THINK WHAT YOUR FATHER AND I WENT THROUGH WHEN WE SAW IT HAD GONE …"
Alexandra didn't know if Mrs Weasley screams had the sa power in reality, having never t the woman when roused in anger, but her wrath certainly seed formidable. The implents and the plates were rattling, and the sound was echoed magically off the walls of Hogwarts. Worse from the red-haired boy point of view, it was so sonorous that almost everybody had stopped eating and chatting to see and hear who had been the unfortunate student receiving the Howler.
"… LETTER FROM DUMBLEDORE LAST NIGHT, I THOUGHT YOUR FATHER WOULD DIE OF SHA, WE DIDN'T BRING YOU UP TO BEHAVE LIKE THIS, YOU, LEO AND NEVILLE COULD BOTH HAVE DIED …"
Alexandra was really interested by this point. She knew most of the correspondence out of the school was handled by Professor McGonagall, but the Weasleys had received one letter from Dumbledore? The adults of the Weasley family had certainly a particular relationship with the Headmaster, then.
"… ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED, YOUR FATHER'S FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT AND IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT BACK HO."
A loud silence fell in the Hall, the children and teenagers still under the shock their eardrums had recorded in all its fury. The red envelope, which had dropped from Ronald Weasley hand, burst into flas and curled into ashes. In the middle of the Hogwarts table, Neville, Leo and Ronald stood stunned, just as a hurricane had sent them to another plane of existence.
Gradually, the talks restarted, with loud laughs coming from the Slytherin and Ravenclaw tables, with several second and third-years pointing and parodying the guilty trio.
"Oh, no." In spite of the conversations returning, the voice of Neville Longbottom carried very well and Alexandra was fast enough to redirect her attention on the Gryffindor to see a familiar red letter fall right in front of the Boy-Who-Lived. Judging her ears had taken enough with the Weasley Howler, Alexandra quickly told a "See you later at Lunch" to Nigel and Hermione before racing out of the Great Hall. Not fast enough, alas.
"NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM! NEVER I HAVE FELT SO ASHAD OF BEING YOUR GRANDMOTHER! WHEN YOU CO BACK HO..."
Going back to Ravenclaw Tower to take her Potions affairs, Alexandra winced in pain under the loud voices still ringing in her head. First her nightmares during the night and then this. Was it possible to have a journey at Hogwarts without any loud animations?
BOOM!
"PEEVES!" Scread the caretaker Filch, running in a nearby corridor." WAIT A MINUTE I WILL CATCH YOU!" Okay, apparently not.
Half an hour later, Alexandra was in front of the Potions classroom in the dungeons. The atmosphere in this place was as dark and gloomy as ever, and the twelve-year old girl wondered once more ti how the mbers of House Slytherin weren't all depressed this environnt. There was really little light, and even for the beginning of September the temperature was rather cold.
When she arrived, there were only two Ravenclaws present of her own year: Stephen Cornfoot and Antony Goldstein. Alexandra didn't know the two boys well, and judging by the face they made when they saw her, this state of affairs was not quite likely to change. Soon enough, however, a loud chatter announced the arrival of all the second-year Hufflepuffs and the rest of the Ravenclaw boys and girls.
"Oh, here you are." Said Morag MacDougal, who had been in the group which had just arrived. "You missed all the fun."
"I think my ears will thank later from having escaped the Howler of Mrs Longbottom." Affird Alexandra in a sarcastic tone.
"Mrs Longbottom? Oh, no, I was talking about the Howler Sirius Black sent to his son. Told all the Great Hall all proud he was of him, how flying to Hogwarts was a superb prank worthy of the Marauders."
Sothing clicked in Alexandra's head and she suddenly rembered where she had heard the term 'Marauders' the last ti. It had been in one of the old issues of the Daily Prophet, when she had searched for information about her parents. Jas Potter, Sirius Black, Remus Lupin and Peter Pettigrew. The Marauders. A group of extrely brilliant students, taking so of the highest scores ever recorded at their OWLS. And so of the worst punishnts and detention records for their pranks and permanent indiscipline. Longbottom and co wanted to follow on their predecessors steps, didn't they?
"Completely irresponsible." Alexandra answered to Morag. "At least Weasley and Longbottom received a ssage telling them they were idiots, and not to do it again. This Sirius Black doesn't look like an adult which has the sense of responsibilities."
The saddest part of this was that the man had been nad her godfather by her parents and her potential guardian if sothing happened to them. Only the man had refused to take care of her and let Dumbledore of all people beco her magical guardian. Proof that her parents' judgent on the man had been totally unreliable.
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