Saturday 8 September
Daniel Weaver and Isabella Hills
The painting of Hogwarts had always fascinated Isabella. From the first steps into the grand castle, to the latest steps she had just taken walking down one of the corridors - they were forever interesting to her. They knew the going ons, the secrets and current affairs inside the walls of the castle.
They seemed to mostly keep to themselves, choosing to keep the gossip of the school within the confines of the frames. While some students could tempt the paintings into talking with them every now and again, Isabella was not one of them. Loud and boisterous, it seemed the paintings shied away from her whenever she came close to them. All this she knew after only her first month at school.
That was why she was thoroughly surprised when a voice spoke from the walls. Grabbing the arm of the poor person nearest to her, she spoke in a whisper to them. "Shhhhhh, did you hear that? I'm not going crazy am I?"
Looking around the walls for the source of the voice, her eyes settled on a dusty painting - a bit on the small side. It had a beautiful woman standing within the frame, who was staring right at them. Lifting a finger, she beckoned her and the strange student she had just grabbed over towards her.
Isabella was unaware that she was still dragging the second person, only realizing when they reached the painting. Giving them an apologetic smile and releasing them, she looked up at the woman in the painting.
"Hello? My names Bella, Bella Hills. Is there anything we can do for you?" Within her sentence she had included the boy she had dragged over there. Surely he wouldn't want to miss out on this, right? At least, that was her logic when she changed the 'I' to 'we' in her sentence.
“As it just so turns out, you can. I believe to of lost one of my most prized possessions. A green amulet that should be hanging around my neck. The painting of the monks told me that a goblin of some sorts has taken it - running around the paintings of the school. Could you help me find it? The monks say he was last in the horse painting 3 corridors down.” Absorbing what the lady in the painting had said, she spoke as soon as she had finished. Unknowingly cutting off any chance for the boy next to her to reject if he chose to.
“Of course we will Miss, a goblin stole it? We’ll bring it back for you. Don’t worry about it.” Charging off down the hallway, she called to the boy she had dragged along with her. “Come on then, what are we waiting for? My name’s Bella by the way, Bella Hills. Second Year Slytherin. I don’t think I caught your name?”
You see? Even death has a heart.