Who: Tilden Toots-Llewellyn and Daisy Hookum When: Late Tuesday night Where: Hufflepuff common room Rating: I doubt it will get past PGish.
"...as Gellert raised his dying yell, a little child's cry answered it from beneath the cradle, and there the prince found his child unharmed and just awakened from sleep. But just beside him lay the body of a great gaunt wolf, all torn to pieces and covered with blood! Too late, the prince learned what had happened while he was away: Gellert had stayed behind to guard the child and had fought and slain the wolf that had tried to destroy his heir.
"His grief was in vain; he could not bring his faithful hound to life again. So he buried him outside the castle walls within sight of the great mountain of Snowdon, where every passer-by might see his grave, and raised over it a great cairn of stones. And to this day the place is called Beth Gellert - the Grave of Gellert."
Tilden looked into the rapt faces of his small audience (two first years and a second year) and grinned. He was a true Welshman with a knack for storytelling, and he always enjoyed entertaining the little ones.
"Alright, now," he said, breaking the spell. "You lot ought to be in bed now, aye? It's near eleven, go on." The three younger students thanked him for the stories and scampered up to their respective dorms. Tilden settled back into the plush armchair and gazed into the fire. He wasn't particularly tired, but the dancing red-gold flames were mesmerising.