The Anger .

Hermione, as well as a few others in their little group, thought hard about that.

"Hermione," tried Harry again. "If he didn't want students to go into that corridor, then he would only have had to place wards up that blocked access. Him saying don't go there, without ensuring children can't get in there, is akin to waving a red flag to a bull.

"No, he wants kids to go and have a look. I daresay there's already been a few individuals who have done precisely that. For what ever reason he's got, he's got something there he wants someone to find."

"While that's food for thought," said Daphne, changing the subject. "We've still got a clubroom to investigate. Shall we?" They all gave a nod as Harry turned back to the direction they were heading and led the way.

Not far along the hallway Harry stopped outside a plain, unornamented door.

"And - here we are," he said, opening the door.

Neither he nor Daphne had yet seen the room after the elves applied their magic to it. However, as the two hosts, he and Daphne waited for the other five to enter the room first, before following them in.

The only clue the two had to how good the room looked was by the sounds of appreciation their friends were making.

Once inside, he and Daphne had to step around their friends to get a good look at the room. Both were quite shocked by what they found. As expected, the elves had cleaned the room out completely, repaired the fixtures, and refurnished. However, the efforts of the elves went beyond that. The room was given a 'make over' with a thorough cleaning. The blackboard, not just repaired, was also given a fresh coat of paint. And there was fresh chalk sitting on the chalk shelf directly below the board.

The gas light fittings had all been repaired, cleaned and polished. Missing lamp covers were replaced. The lights within gave the room a bright appearance.

The once bare window now had drapes of a rich blue with gold trim.

Desks that looked quite unlike student desks were arranged in a horseshoe shape around the room. Many were of different varieties. Chairs that more resembled armchairs than student chairs were placed at each desk. Again, most were subtly different from the others.

However, each chair was trimmed identically in rich blue with a subtle pattern which reminded Harry of paisley. There were about thirty six sets of desk and chair arranged this way.

In the middle of the floor was a large gold throw rug that almost reached the desks on either side.

On each side of the window, but far enough from the window not to appear to be boxing it in, were two tall bookcases. Each book case appeared to be two-thirds filled with books.

Hermione had already approached the bookcase and was browsing through one of the books. "Harry, these are all mainly on wizarding traditions and etiquette," she said. "This is amazing!" Harry was gobsmacked. It was far better than even he could have imagined. Glancing over at Daphne he could see from her expression she felt the same way.

"Wow!" said Tracey. "This is - wow!"

Everyone else could only silently agree for a few moments before Daphne said, "I guess our etiquette club is really going to happen."

Snapping out of his own surprise, Harry said, "Well, it looks like we're set for about thirty six people. I hope that's not too much."

Looking up from where she was returning a book to a bookshelf, Hermione said, "I think you'll find it'd be more accurate to wonder if it's enough. You might not get thirty six people attending at the first meeting but, once people hear about this place, places will fill fast." "If we do," said Daphne, "I'm sure we can get the elves to add more desks and chairs. This is one of the biggest classrooms I've seen in the castle, and there's still room to add a second ring of desks and chairs outside of the first."

Over at the far side of the room near the wall with the blackboard, Hermione called, "Hey, come and have a look at this."

The group, curious, walked over and saw Hermione standing in front of another door. It bore a small wooden sign that said 'Office'.

"I don't remember that being there," said Harry.

"No, I remember there being a stack of old school furniture in this corner, though," replied Daphne.

"Well," said Harry, "we'd best have a look, then." He stepped forward and opened the door. Stepping in, he saw two office desks facing each other in the middle of the room. At each was an office chair. Standing against the opposite wall was a large ornate filing cabinet.

Harry walked over and opened the filing cabinet to find it empty.

"Hello," said a voice. "It's glad I am to see someone has decided to make use of this old classroom again; even if you are children."

Turning towards the sound of the voice, Harry saw a portrait of a stern man hanging on the wall smiling at him.

"Hello," he said. "Ummm - we asked Professor Flitwick, my Head of House, if we could set up a club to teach mainly muggleborns about wizarding etiquette and traditions. The classroom out there is what we got. We didn't even know this office was here until the classroom was cleaned up."

"So I've been informed, young man," replied the portrait. "As you seem not to know, this office is provided to be the office for your club."

Hearing a noise, Harry turned around and found the others had also come into the room and were having a look around.

"Wow!" said Neville. "I bet you didn't expect this!"

"No, no we didn't," replied Harry. Turning back to the portrait, he said, "And, pardon, but what do we call you?"

Smiling, the man said, "I believe you meant to enquire, 'And to whom do I owe the pleasure?'" Blinking and blushing a little, Harry replied with a small bow, "My apologies. You are, of course, entirely correct. To whom do I owe the pleasure, Sir?"

"I am Carwyn Thomaset," replied the portrait, proudly. "I was a Professor, here at Hogwarts, in the 1800s."

"What did you teach, Professor?" asked Harry.

With a wide smile the portrait of the ex-Professor replied, "I taught Social Studies of the Wizarding World. In other words, I taught a lot of what you're trying to accomplish here. That's why I volunteered to hang in here for a while."

"Volunteered?" asked Tracey. "You can do that?"

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