Post by Addison Mitchell on Aug 12, 2012 11:08:41 GMT -8
Addison had seen a good few of the remaining Slytherins gather around her by this point in time, and it was pleasing to see everyone else follow suit, including a professor and a Gryffindor. Leave it to the Slytherin to have the idea before a Gryffindor. She was looking around to make sure she had all the Slytherins in tow before she would try to get one of the professors to escort them down to the dungeons. It was appearing it would be work to draw most of the professors away from this freak show going on before them, after all. They wanted to keep it, research it. Here. Yeah, she'd sucked at listening to the two first years who had stayed for the holidays and comforting them. She'd been too busy listening to the professors and keeping an eye on the dead girl, so she kind of had just let them hug her, something she normally would have despised anyway.
It was just as she was about ready to go approach one of the professors that a voice resounded throughout the room. "Dil gaer dune, kao in dunich!" Addison felt the girls wrap their arms tighter around her waist, but she ignored it, looking around all corners of the room wide-eyed. She was terrified herself. What was going on here? First, a murder and an accident that put a student in the hospital, then owls attacking themselves to death, then this dead girl thing, and now a weird voice in a foreign tongue. What was going on? Had her hands not been on the girls' shoulders to hold them in place, they would have been trembling.
As the echoes died out, she looked over toward the professors only to notice something explode out of the corner of her eye. The dead girl. Addie made a grossed out face, glad she had chosen the spot to the right of the professors' table's podium rather than over by the door. Others weren't so fortunate. At least now they didn't have to worry about that thing anymore. But the smell.... Addie shuddered, biting the insides of her cheeks hard to keep from letting tears fall. She didn't understand any of this, though the girls were asking her what was going on and why this was happening in little whimpery voices.
"I...I don't know," she answered, swallowing and looking to the headmaster. He was cooky, but maybe he'd have instructions now. Maybe he would have presence of mind now that this thing was a pile of rotting flesh. And hopefully he would have it soon because that smell was making her sick to her stomach.