The Truth Is Often Cruel

After the initial panic, the Little Wizards quickly followed instructions and carried out their respective duties. Those meant to keep watch kept watch, those meant to hide hid, and those meant to eat kept eating...

Eating!?

"Miss Sanna Menethil! This is not the time to eat! Please fulfill your duties as a prefect and keep watch!"

Once everyone had either stood guard or crouched beneath the dining tables, Sanna, who remained seated and continued eating dinner as though nothing had happened, stood out tremendously. Especially since she had Little Bell in her arms; one big and one small, both eating with great relish. It was impossible not to notice them.

"Huh? But I am fulfilling those prefect duties properly."

As she spoke, Sanna raised her little grease-stained hand and pointed upward. With a flick of her finger, a falling ceiling panel obediently scooted off to the side to sulk.

Honestly, she had not wanted to be a prefect at all. Her Gege had refused the position, and since Sanna had always looked up to him, she naturally wanted to refuse as well.

However, unlike Professor Flitwick, who respected his students' right to choose, Snape, who was still Slytherin House's Head of House, did not care whether Sanna was willing. After merely informing her, he dumped the "heavy burden" of being a prefect onto Sanna's "frail" shoulders, leaving the little girl no chance to refuse.

At her Gege's urging, Sanna reluctantly canceled her plan to blow up the Headmaster's Office. Then she... naturally began enjoying a prefect's privileges.

(><) It really was irresistible!

"You..."

Seeing Sanna show off her skills, all the words of reprimand in Professor McGonagall's heart caught in her throat. She could neither spit them out nor swallow them down.

That was why she had opposed Sanna becoming