Hermione hated the staircases of Hogwarts. Until she mapped their movements and realized the stairs were only working around a pillar that blocked them from reassembling.
Even stranger, she had Harry check the castle from outside on his broom. By their estimations, the pillar was holding up… well, nothing.
Finally, she bribed the Fat Friar with pigeon feed. The kindly ghost loved feeding his pigeons, after all.
The Friar returned looking ghostly white—even more than usual. He refused to answer their questions and went straight to Dumbledore.
“Yes, Friar Tuck?”
“Headmaster, do you remember all those years ago, when you asked me what happened to Godric Gryffindor?”
“Why, yes. I was eleven years old back then. How time flies…”
“Yes, yes…” The fat ghost cut him off. “Erm… Miss Granger and I… we found him.”
@xfuck_toyx No negaré que es divertido ver cómo te conviertes a tu misma en carne para diversión de los hombres, pero también es lindo ver tus aficiones y hobbies más allá de ser un orinal humano
@Dianafer969 La gente entra a verte por las tetas, después se quedan porque o aman u odian tus tendencias políticas, y al final lo que los hace fans es que eres super inteligente, al menos así me pasó a mí