Foozle sat beneath the yellow stone gargoyle that sat at the corner. Several first and second year Gryffindors shuffled by him, mostly making no notice of him. A good share of them were staring most intently on a rolled up piece of enchanted parchment, their faces contorted in thought. The Hufflepuff smiled and took his wand a folded piece of parchment of his own. As he unfolded it appeared as nothing special, just a blank piece of old paper. With a brief look about him, he tapped the tip of his wand against it.
“A solemnly swear that A am up to nae good.” His lopsided grin drew higher as inky black lines bled out all across the page, connecting to form the intricate halls of Hogwarts castle. He looked down at its center, reading the two words that sat there against the wall...Read More