RP: Albus and Kirley Who: Albus Dumbledore and Kirley Duke When: March 1st, sunrise Where: Fourth floor corridors What: New arrivals
Albus wasn't a naturally early riser, but he'd wanted to get out early in order to collect some doxies for his seventh year class. He was woken, therefore, by the sound of the kettle shrieking on a small blue flame from the corner of his rooms. With a sigh, the young Professor eased himself into a sitting position and rubbed his sharp blue eyes with the heels of his hands.
"I'm awake," he told the kettle, not ungrumpily, and the pot picked itself up off the heat and began pouring boiling water into the waiting teacup. For his part, Albus stretched and swung his feet out of bed and into the cold flagstone floor.
Once suitably hydrated, dressed and wrapped up in a thick travelling cloak, Albus stepped out into the brisk morning air. As expected, the grounds of Hogwarts were empty at this time of morning, before even the sun had deigned to show itself. The winter air was crisp and calm, and it was easy to enjoy a sense of peace as he strode towards the edge of the forest. It was a pleasant feeling, despite his initial displeasure at the early hour, and one the professor rarely felt anywhere else.
The errand itself was rather unremarkable. Albus had asked the crooked old gamekeeper the best spot to visit, and the capture of the creatures had taken barely any time at all, sleepy as they were. In fact, it was only on his walk back to the castle that he noticed anything odd. Snowdrops. Dozens of them, peeking their delicate heads out underneath the blanket of leaves at the base of the trees. It was a very strange time of year for them, Albus thought. Especially as the winter has been so very cold...
As he stepped out of the trees and stared up to the school, the bag of doxies rustling on his back, his sense of unease grew. Albus wasn't sure what had changed, exactly, but there was certainly... something. It hummed through the air, just out of his reach. With a small frown, he started back towards the castle, the sudden spring wind rumpling through his auburn hair.
There ought to be some movement by now. The sun was coming up and usually, Albus knew from his mornings patrolling, you would find a few students rushing to the library for last-minute homework, or wandering to breakfast before an early Quidditch practice. But there was no one. Even the portraits seemed odd, occasionally giving him a double take as he climbed the staircases. He was quite sure he had never seen a few of them before this morning...
He was nearing his classroom, deciding to put the irritated doxies away and then go to the staff room to see if that made anything more clear, when he finally heard someone approaching. With no small sense of relief, Albus turned, peering down the corridor to see who was finally breaking his solitude.