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Gryffindor Servant The employer had done well to choose her. She had experience, more so than the others. She know how to get her job done. For hours she had waited until the residents of Gryffindor Tower were asleep, hidden away where none could find her, if if they did, they would mistake her for a normal student. Hours she waited, until she was sure she could work unnoticed. But it would be worht it. Oh yes. The prize for such a job as this...well worth it.

The common room's main source of illumination came from the sleepy flames and embers. They served to call forth the shadows to help her and they did, matching their subtlty to her robes. This contrast of color and light distorted her, disfigured her form and rendered her silhouette horrible yet unrecognizable. All the better. She paused, considering. Muggle ways would be best here.

Deft fingers, gloveless, probed the cushions of the armchairs as she searched, light and quick with practice. She knew what to look for. But it wasn't in the chair. The stonework then? She tapped at each stone, ran her hands along the mortar searching for cracks or looseness. Nothing.

He wouldn't be happy, she knew. This was taking too long and getting her nowhere, but it was the only way to be sure without getting caught. She couldn't fail. She wouldn't fail. Swallowing fear. Now move again. Not in the stonework. What's next? Something... something... Ah ha. The tapestries that decorated the walls. They were Muggle made assuredly, but even Muggle made items could be bewitched. Thread by thread was all it would take, slow, but sure. She began. Inch by inch, peering through the threads, looking for that one thing, that one thing she had been Choosen to find.

From one of the dorm rooms, a clock or watch, made magical somehow, struck the lateness of the hour. Dawn would come soon. She had not found it. First came a soft growl from her throat. Then she smiled. Best to leave it for now. She had at least until break to find it, and she would do it well before then. She was more than conifdient in her ability to do her job. There'd be time. Later.

She left then, and as she did barked out a word of disgust that toppeled over one of the heavy chairs in front of the steps to the girl's dormitories and caused a large rip in one of the hanging tapestries. Ah well, she shrugged. Give them something to think on. Make them worry. He'd like that.

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Desdemona Des had just been up recieving information about school activities from a favored house elf. That was how she knew certain things were happening. She'd just been told that somebody had shreaded a Slytherin portrait. She could guess that it would happen to them too and went to inspect. She saw a shadowy figure escape just as she opened the door. She looked and say that the portrait was torn. "Yup." She scribbled down something into her notebook and ran back to her bed.

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Sonnet Sonnet awoke, her throat parched. She left the dorm, her maroon night robe trailing behind her as she walked to the dorms loo to fill up her cup. But on the way something caught the first years eye, the torn tapestry. Sonnet shrugged, someone from the house probably had to sneak back in and accidently had torn the wall hanging. As she drank her water the thought still wouldn't leave her mind, lurking in the back of it. Finally Sonnet decided there would be plenty of time to think of it later-like when it was actually light out. She crept back into her bed, snuggling into the warm quilts and easily fell back asleep.

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Herdomine Knight Herdomine, a gothic second year went down. It was only 3:45. Herdomine looked at the tapestry that had a tear in it. She thought nothing of it really, because it probably had nothing to do with her. Herdomine just sat in a chair and thought hard.