Some day, this will be a "Last.fm/NetFlix/Amazon for web fiction"
(both original and fanfiction) where you can search
across many different hosting sites or rate what you've read and
get recommendations. However, life keeps throwing more urgent
projects my way, so I don't know when it'll be ready.
I left a few minutes later, carrying the books Flitwick had summoned and pondering the third floor corridor. Flitwick's explanation just didn't make sense. Had the problem merely been dangerous construction, there'd be no reason to keep it secret. Even wizards understood "big things fall down, crush wizard skull, wizard no think good after."
Claiming it was security related didn't fly either. First rule of keeping secrets: Don't tell people you're keeping something a secret. If they were upgrading the wards on the sly or something similar, they'd have just locked off the area with a plausible excuse – like remodeling. "Secret stuff, don't come near!" is the sort of thing that attracts curious minds.
Honestly, either the brain trust that had thought up this thing didn't have the slightest clue how the human mind worked – or they wanted people poking around, looking for a MacGuffin. If that was the case, I'd happily indulge them. Christmas was coming up, and I'd have two weeks free to explore.
School Spirit, Chapter 9
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