Snape glared.
Gus sighed.
McGonagall frowned.
Dumbledore smiled.
“So you mean we get to stay?” Shawn asked excitedly, enthusiastically helping himself to the lemon drops the Headmaster had offered.
Dumbledore leaned forward in his seat and rested his chin on his entwined fingers, eyes twinkling in amusement. “As it is, we have no way of allowing you to leave. That spell you performed seems to have tied you to this castle. So, yes, you will be staying while we think of a way to remedy this. In the meantime, you will be living in one of the houses and attending classes.”
Somewhere along the far wall, Fawkes gave a feeble squawk and Phineas Nigellus’s portrait muttered something unintelligible.
Shawn squealed.
