 Bathes in Maple Syrup | Dancing Lobster | Mrs. Charlie Weasley | Seneca's Beard | That's So Fetch
The two large doors of the Great Hall opened with a boom unexpectedly. As they slowly opened, the figure of Regina Hawthorne became present. The woman looked just as she had when she left months ago, appearing refreshed as ever and no longer needing to drink a potion every hour. Though that had to do with the envelopes that she was keeping safe in her robe pockets.
Without a word, she walked forward. The last of her mission was to get to the staff table to make a specially delivery.
But she had been sidetracked as she made her way along the Hufflepuff table. There were a number of things that she was disappointed to see and hear, even more than the sight of the low amount of gems in their House points counter: dresses, talk of throwing potatoes, ash on a plate, Derfael's speech (which was a bit too late if you asked her), and she swore she saw something green poke out of his pocket (so much for not breaking school rules).
She paused at the table, looking at many of the Hufflepuffs with a no-nonsense look. Their behaviour right now was unnecessary, especially when everything -- student accounts, memories, photographs, and even a formal staff complaint -- had been collected and brought to the right people. Rules were meant to be followed, some currently being broken had already been well established long before the change in leadership.
"Mr. Ashburry-Hawthorne, I recommend you calm down and sit quietly. Everything is under control," she said sternly. "And I expect everyone here to be following the school rules that have been in place. So, if you happen to be breaking any of them right now, you had better change that immediately." Otherwise they were all continuing to prove that Scrimgeour was right.
Not waiting for any response and having nothing else to say, Hawthorne took a moment to collect herself and made her way up to the dais. There was a job she had to finish.
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