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v.a grand arrival
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Early the next morning, Matilda woke to get ready for her day. She was the first to wake in her dorm. She got up, dressed in the pale dawn light, hoping that the skirt she picked out to match her pale blue shirt, was the color purple and not just a dark blue. She left the dormitory but before walking out of the door, Matilda grabbed the envelope from her side table and went back down into the deserted common room. Only two people lingered in the fire-lit room. Bentley Morgenstern laid back in the bay window reading a tediously long book and one other person sitting in the far corner playing themselves at wizard's chess.
Matilda didn't bother to speak to either student. As she was in a bit of a hurry. She let herself out of the large double doors, into the silent castle, only to be held up by Peeves who tried to overturn a large vase on her halfway to her destination. He laughed as she dodged the falling water, remembering her slip n' slide incident from the first back at the castle. She finally arrived at Dumbledore's office, located on the Headmaster's Tower.
The tower is guarded by a large and ugly stone gargoyle who rarely talks but is capable of doing so. Matilda said the password that had been using since first year and rolled her eyes when she realized Dumbledore had yet to change his entrance password from any of the previous years.
Dumbledore's office itself is a large circular room with many windows and many portraits of the previous headmasters and headmistresses. Armando Dippet's portrait was the largest in the room and hung behind Dumbledore's desk. There was no portrait of Albus Dumbledore in the room, for he still resided as Head of Hogwarts. The Sorting Hat stayed in the headmaster's office. Sitting on a pedestal, receiving all the praise it believes it should have for having never been wrong.
"Matilda, great to finally see you,"
Dumbledore sat behind his desk, looking at mounds of parchment, looking quite disheveled. Matilda made her way to the center of the room where their usual tea-time table was set up and decorated in cakes and teas.
"Yes, it is," Matilda agreed. "I've been so busy I feared I'd have to miss today's tea."
"Well, I am delighted you could make it," Dumbledore rose from behind his large, wooden desk. "How has your time back been?"
Matilda sighed pouring herself a cup of hot tea.
"Already quite eventful," she told him. "I am interested to meet the students from Beauxbatons and Durmstrang."
Matilda sipped from the tea. The heat slightly scalding the roof of her mouth.
