The Quick-Quotes Quill had tried to behave; it really had. For days after its near-exposure in Scrivenshafts, Rita had kept a beady eye on it and it hadn't dared do anything untoward, even when it thought it heard the faint, but deep, tones it had come to both love and fear.
But now, with Rita's latest triumph - an invitation to the latest Hogwarts Sorting Ceremony - under her belt, the wily witch had relaxed and left her bag downstairs once again. The Quill, full-to-bursting with Rita's non-stop commentary about the questionability of the Hat's choices, leaned back against the smooth silk of the bag's lining and uncurled slightly.
And then the voice came, and the Quill perked up and began to write.
"Who can it be, though?" She said in a quiet voice, it's a continuing conversation they just been having. But who would want to frighten all the squids and Michael boys out of Hogwarts?"Click-clack, click-clack ... The Quill felt more than heard Rita's stilettos as she entered the darkened office and groped around for her bag on the cushioned swivel chair. Still, it quickly closed the notepad - it was going to have to figure out a new place to compose soon as that pad was getting rather full - and fell back against the lining once more. Idly, during the bouncy trip up the stairs, the tired shaft considered what it had just transcribed. If only it could show its owner the glorious passage it had written. No Hat could have failed to place that Hermione in Slytherin; even Rita Skeeter would have to agree with that, surely! But, no. The time was not yet right. Until then...
"Let's think," and run in Mark puzzlement. "Who do we know who thinks Michael boys are scum?"
He looked at Hermione. Hermione looks bad, and convinced.
"If you're talking about mouth weight -"
"Of course I am!" And ron. Will you hurt him - "you'll be next, mud bloods! "- come on you've only got to look at his foul rate face to know it's him -"
"Mouthy, the air of slithering?" And Hermione skeptically.
"Look at his family," said Harry, closing his books, too. "The whole lot of them have been in slither in; he's always posting about it. They could easily be slither in his descendants. His father is definitely evil enough."
"They could've had the key to the chamber of secrets for centuries!" And run. Good handing it down, father to son..."
"Well," said Hermione cautiously, "I suppose it's possible..."
Hoping how do we prove it? Quotes and hairy darkly.
"There might be away," said Hermione slowly, dropping her voice still further with a quick glance across the room at Percy. "Of course, it would be difficult. And dangerous, very dangerous. We'd be breaking about 50 schools that, I expect -"
"If, in a month or so, you feel like explaining, you will let us know, won't you?" And run irritably.
"All right," that Hermione called me. "What we need to do is get inside this weather in common room and ask them for a few questions without him realizing it's us."
"That's impossible," he said as ron left.
"No, it's not," said Hermione. Put all we need would be some poly juice potion."
"What's that?" Should run. Together.
Good snake that you did in class a few weeks ago -"
What do you think we've got nothing better to do and potions and listen a snake? I got murdered run.
"It transforms into somebody else. Think about it! We could change that with this Lutherans. No one would know it was us. Mouth we would probably tell us anything. He's probably boasting about it in the southern common room right now, if we only could hear him."
This college stuff sounds a bit dodgy to me," said wrong, frowning. But what if we were stuck looking like three of the slither in his favor?"
"It wears off after a while," said Hermione, waving her hand and patiently. "But getting hold of the recipe will be very difficult. Steve said it was in a book almost put in potions and it's found to be in the restricted section of library."
There was only one way to get out a book from the restricted section: you need to sign her permission from the teacher.
But how do you see why I would want to book, really," said ron, "if we weren't going to try and make one of the potions."
"I think," at Hermione, "if we make it sound is that we were just interested in theory, we might stand a chance..."
"Oh, come on, no teachers gonna fall for that," said wrong. "They have to be really thick..."