Flitwick sat on his pile of books, trying to reach the height of his desk as he graded past essay papers of 5th years. O.W.L.s were coming up soon and he knew he couldn't skid off anyone. He urged them to do their best, as he was going to be rather harsh so his students could maintain good grades even on the O.W.L.s.
There was a knock on the door. Flitwick looked up from his papers and lightly smiled.
"Come in!" his cheery tone stayed as he resumed to his grading.
It was Snape. His black cloak didn't fit in with Flitwick's office scenery. He was like a large black mass in a gold and blue aura. He strolled up to Flitwick's desk in a huff, and stood very upright beaming down at him.
"Filius, are you aware that an arrogant Ravenclaw hasn't been arriving at her scheduled detentions?" Snape said in his monotonous, boring drawl.
Flitwick stopped writing and peered up at Snape. "That's impossible. She told me she was going. I even see her go to the dungeons every night!"
"Obviously there was a misunderstanding," he said, his lip curling in a decent, devious smile. "Was there any kind of reason when we cleared up that she were to be suspended for the rest of the year if she hadn't shown? She doesn't have any kind of respect for the rules, it would be prudent to expel her of her magical education."
Flitwick paused. He couldn't understand how she wasn't making it to her every-day detentions. "How long has this been going on?"
"Three days."
He swallowed. It was disappointing to hear that a Ravenclaw, someone from his own house, was to be suspended for the first time in a hundred years.
The door opened again. This time it revealed Albus Dumbledore, headmaster of Hogwarts.
"Good evening, Severus, Filius," Dumbledore said lightly, over his half-mooned spectacles.
"Albus, Miss Black has been missing her detentions for the past three days . . . and even a day last week," Snape repeated.
Dumbledore nodded his head. "I am aware. However, it has come to my attention that Miss Black has also been excused to the hospital wing by Madame Pomphrey nightly for her mishappenings with Weasley's Skiving Snackboxes. She has assumed that Sherri has not completely healed just yet."
If Snape could frown anymore, this was it.
Flitwick smiled. "Ah, well, as long as that has cleared up."
"Is she to make up her recent excuse?" Snape asked, trying desperately to reschedule.
Dumbledore lightly smiled underneath his beard. "I think you have made your point with these past detentions. She is excused tonight and tomorrow evening and will begin again on Monday as her last week."
"But sir, if she's getting into anymore trouble--"
"I will take note of that. Good night," Dumbledore gleamed as he strode out of Flitwick's office.
Snape took a shot of a stare over at Flitwick, whom flinched a little, and he walked out behind Dumbledore with his cloak flowing behind him.
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