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We decided to clean one building, just because. We went up the fire escape from the first floor to the second, opened a large green metal door on the second floor – and, of course, instead of a corridor and the second floor of our building (which should have been there from a geometric point of view), we found a passage to one of the Hogwarts assembly halls.
Some students were sitting there, and we walked in without hesitation. Yes, the situation was unusual, but we had to seize the moment, obviously, and not stand there with our mouths agape, asking stupid questions like in the movies. I greeted everyone, nodded, and acted normal. We took a row of tables, and next to us were, of course, Harry, Ron, and Hermione. We were all wearing anti-COVID masks, and everyone was looking at us because of that... Well, we explained about the epidemic, that many people had been ill, and that it was serious. We didn't want to infect the magical Community as well, so it was better to be safe, right?
Before I could finish talking about the coronavirus, a professor walked in – a big, very large, imposing man (but not Hagrid), and immediately announced a test. How "convenient" we arrived, with our vast knowledge (what subject is it, anyway?!). The hall began to stir, everyone sat down for the test, and Potter nodded at me towards the back rows – as if to say, "Sit wherever you want, but away from me." Well, the logic is clear; they probably already have a strategy for taking tests, and Muggles aren't part of it.
However, I sat down next to two wizards who didn't seem to mind. A young man and an Asian girl with a bob cut, nice students. I mentally prepared myself for the worst regarding the test, but then the professor said, "We have a different program for ordinary people!" And he brought out a bunch of dishes with sweets. Oh, that's what I'm talking about, and I'll grab some for you too, don't worry.
I went downstairs and realized that I was on the other side of the sweets, separated by the professor. This was a bit of a problem, considering his size – he occupied all the space from the first row to the table (a large granite one) completely. And how to solve this quest without a levitation spell? The professor smiled and lifted the table with his hands. Wow, he's a big guy, but okay, I crawled under the table and took two dishes.
I delivered them to my slightly disheartened wizard neighbors: a plate with large, grapefruit-sized gingerbread cookies, and a second plate with plump meringue cookies in the shape of stars. The guy, like me, tasted the meringue (I even felt the taste in my dream, how good it was! I ate it with both cheeks), the girl ate everything, and then the guy went back for more meringue, which the Asian girl couldn't resist teasing him about. But he didn't like the gingerbread cookies; the dark chocolate glaze was not to his taste. Well, according to the student, I didn't have time to try them myself – the dream, unfortunately, was already over, leaving behind a pleasant aftertaste from the meal in good company and under good circumstances.
Some students were sitting there, and we walked in without hesitation. Yes, the situation was unusual, but we had to seize the moment, obviously, and not stand there with our mouths agape, asking stupid questions like in the movies. I greeted everyone, nodded, and acted normal. We took a row of tables, and next to us were, of course, Harry, Ron, and Hermione. We were all wearing anti-COVID masks, and everyone was looking at us because of that... Well, we explained about the epidemic, that many people had been ill, and that it was serious. We didn't want to infect the magical Community as well, so it was better to be safe, right?
Before I could finish talking about the coronavirus, a professor walked in – a big, very large, imposing man (but not Hagrid), and immediately announced a test. How "convenient" we arrived, with our vast knowledge (what subject is it, anyway?!). The hall began to stir, everyone sat down for the test, and Potter nodded at me towards the back rows – as if to say, "Sit wherever you want, but away from me." Well, the logic is clear; they probably already have a strategy for taking tests, and Muggles aren't part of it.
However, I sat down next to two wizards who didn't seem to mind. A young man and an Asian girl with a bob cut, nice students. I mentally prepared myself for the worst regarding the test, but then the professor said, "We have a different program for ordinary people!" And he brought out a bunch of dishes with sweets. Oh, that's what I'm talking about, and I'll grab some for you too, don't worry.
I went downstairs and realized that I was on the other side of the sweets, separated by the professor. This was a bit of a problem, considering his size – he occupied all the space from the first row to the table (a large granite one) completely. And how to solve this quest without a levitation spell? The professor smiled and lifted the table with his hands. Wow, he's a big guy, but okay, I crawled under the table and took two dishes.
I delivered them to my slightly disheartened wizard neighbors: a plate with large, grapefruit-sized gingerbread cookies, and a second plate with plump meringue cookies in the shape of stars. The guy, like me, tasted the meringue (I even felt the taste in my dream, how good it was! I ate it with both cheeks), the girl ate everything, and then the guy went back for more meringue, which the Asian girl couldn't resist teasing him about. But he didn't like the gingerbread cookies; the dark chocolate glaze was not to his taste. Well, according to the student, I didn't have time to try them myself – the dream, unfortunately, was already over, leaving behind a pleasant aftertaste from the meal in good company and under good circumstances.