Myrtrle groaned internally when she realized Miss Sykes was in her dressing gown - it meant she had, in fact, disturbed the other matron's sleep. "I'm sorry to bother you so late," she began, "only I found one of your second years creeping through the library." She paused and glanced around the corridor. "I sent her to bed, to be dealt with in the morning, but I felt I should speak with you immediately." She grimaced then, both at the cold and at the task at hand.
May I come in? I feel this is a discussion that requires privacy." She did not want to discuss any student's transgressions out in an open hallway, especially one from a family like Holly Scrimgeour's.
May I come in? I feel this is a discussion that requires privacy." She did not want to discuss any student's transgressions out in an open hallway, especially one from a family like Holly Scrimgeour's.
she's tall, she's strict, and she looks like your lesbian aunt (because she is)