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**Mohamed Sahnoun** · #1 (**permalink**) 05-02-2016, 01:30 AM

The oak door opens into a circular room with large windows that bring in the natural lighting, for the headmaster has never made it a habit of his to draw the curtains. By day the sun brightens the office, and the moon and fireplace illuminate the space by night. The portraits that cover the walls often complain about the constant light, though Sahnoun simply chuckles at their remarks when he hears them and carries on with his business.

Looking around the office with an assertive eye, you will learn much about the man who resides here. Naturally one will find the Sorting Hat sitting on one of the shelves, though the others are filled with books (most about alchemy) and various items and instruments that many may find foreign to them are displayed in curio cabinets. In the centre of the room stands a grand desk. The first thing that will likely catch your eye is the orange fwooper eyeing you from its perch. It opens its mouth to sing you to insanity, but the bird has been silenced. On the desk itself are various frames containing pictures that capture Sahnoun's fondest memories: him wearing a Head Boy badge in one of the Uagadou corridors, his graduation photo from Cairo WU, he and his wife dancing at their wedding reception, the day he taught his very first alchemy lesson to a group of young Uagadou pupils, and several more.

Placed directly in front of the desk are two visitor's chairs that have colourful African print cushions placed on them for maximum comfort. Odds are Sahnoun will offer you one of these seats in addition to a cup of rooibos tea or some plantain chips.

OOC: The Stone Gargoyle must step aside before you are able to enter the office. Those who post in this thread must either know the password to go beyond the gargoyle or be accompanied by the headmaster or a professor. Posting in the office without properly bypassing the gargoyle will result in your post being removed.

**NIFFLERS!** · 06-01-2016, 06:11 PM

The small stampede of nifflers that had run from the Slytherin dorm had sniffed their way here.

The headmaster's office.

With the stairway left ajar, and the office door left open by someone (the nifflers didn't care) the animals pelted into the office, SMELLLLLLLLLLLING the shinies as soon they got in.

SNIFF

SNIFF

SNIFF

Hope the headmaster didn't mind his nice things being ruined because there was utter chaos in his office right now.

DaniDiNardo · 06-01-2016, 06:39 PM

He'd been minding his own business ...as much as a Gryffindor could be expected to mind their own business when out of nowhere a bunch of...of....well honestly, the boy never got a good look before the hoard of them ran off down the corridor on some sort of mission or the other. Uncertain of what it might have been, there was only one thing to do, follow. Obviously.

Blaise darted down the corridor after the creatures, his quill and notepad hardly managing to keep up but he didn't slow. How could he when they didn't?

Only when he came to the stone gargoyles did the Gryffindor skid to a stop. He couldn't go up there. It was the Headmaster's Office. It was for official business and...other important things. Besides, if the man was up there he'd wave his wand and magic whatever those little critters were away. No need for him to meddle further. Nevermind how good a story this would make....how...how epic his quill could make it sound after.....It didn't matter that this was a once in a lifetime chance with the door ajar and the staircase accessibl--okay maybe just a peek.

Blaise glanced over his shoulder a moment, giving ANYONE an opportunity to show up and stop him but when it didn't immediately happen the boy hurried up the stairs and into the office. "Oh...holy....Merlin." Nifflers! A whole bunch of 'em! The Office! "Oh man..." Just...what even...? His quill was taking this down, yes?

**NIFFLERS!** · 06-01-2016, 08:42 PM

Two of the nifflers had managed to overturn the headmaster's desk and were scurrying about, sticking their ickle noses into all the draws and digging at the wood in order to snatch some shiiiiiiinies from within the desk. There would be claw marks all over the wood.

One niffler sniff sniff SNIFFED at the human boy when he arrived, the nuzzling his nose at the boy's pockets.

SHINIES?

WERE THERE SHINIES IN THERE?

Another niffler, too, took notice of Blaise and began to nudge his other pocket. HUMANS KEPT SHINIES IN THEIR POCKETS. Round shinies. ROOOUUUUUUUUUND SHINIES!

DaniDiNardo · 06-01-2016, 09:48 PM

Didn't take long for Blaise to realize the Headmaster was not here. Wherever the man was, he wasn't anywhere close enough to hear all this destruction and while the boy's quill was dutifully documenting so the man would have an idea on just WHAT was going on....he couldn't help but think he was meant to step in. The only question was HOW?

There were so many of them and they were literally everywhere. Did he grab one? They weren't inherently vicious by nature, it couldn't have hurt to--"Hey, cut it out!" Blaise nudged the thing away with his foot, careful not to kick or hurt it but just then there was another by his left pocket and sweet Merlin cool it guys!

With his limited knowledge on the little things, he could recall their love of shiny things and it caused him to clamp his hand over his watch. No need to give them further reason to rampage.

"Out out out! Stop breaking things! Out!" The boy tried shooing them toward the door but with one hand clamped on the other, it proved futile. Were was Professor Draper when you needed him???

*Zoe* · 06-01-2016, 09:51 PM

Frankie was just casually strolling off to class, heading down the moving staircases, when he saw Blaise Bellaire darted down the second floor corridor in a hurry. Knowing the boy's reputation, the prefect found this behaviour to be quite odd. What could the third year lion be doing on this particular floor at this time of day? He knew better than to sneak into a loo that wasn't his; he wasn't in any major trouble (that he knew of) with the headmaster; and he certainly didn't seem like the Arithmancy-loving type. Needless to say, class was going to have to wait.

Strolling along after Blaise, close but not too close, the sixth year realized the direction the boy was heading immediately: the headmaster's office. The blond was tempted to shout after the boy and ask where he was off to in such a hurry, but he decided to let things play out. If he was up to something, he would be caught red-handed immediately.

Peeking around the corner, Frankie watched Blaise pause at the entrance. A look of be puzzlement appeared on the prefect's face. Why was the gargoyle not in its usual spot? Clearly the headmaster wasn't expecting someone at this time of day?

And then Blaise ran up the stairs. Rolling his eyes, the older Gryffindor followed suit. As he approached, passing the gargoyle, he could hear quite the commotion coming from up the stairs. That Blaise Bellaire was going to be in detention for MONTHS if he was up to something.

"Blaise!" the prefect loudly sounded, putting his hand on the door to push it open. "What do you think you're -- MERLIN'S BEARD!"

Nifflers were everywhere. The headmaster's belongings were everywhere. Blaise was just standing there, letting the nifflers sniff him and failing to shoo them away. Frankie's eyes widened, taking in the entire scene. Why wasn't Blaise doing anything? How did those nifflers get in the headmaster's office? Where was the headmaster? There were a million questions running through his mind. "Don't just stand there, Bellaire!" the prefect declared, making a dive for the niffler closest to him. "Round up these little rascals before they ruin anything else!"

**Mohamed Sahnoun** · 06-01-2016, 10:36 PM

The tall African had been taking a casual walk throughout the second floor to take a break from his administrative paperwork and let his mind breathe. He opted to not pace around in his office today, but rather decided to go stand next to the grand window that overlooked the grounds and the lake. Even in winter, frozen and covered in snow, Sahnoun found it to be quite a breathtaking sight. The man couldn't help but wonder how the merpeople and the Giant Squid were fairing with the sudden change in season. Then again, they were probably used to it, whereas he was more accustomed to a much warmer climate.

Headmaster Sahnoun didn't linger at the window much longer. The door to his office was left slightly ajar and the gargoyle was not blocking the entrance. As the students were heading off to their classes and he wasn't terribly far, the man saw no need to lock it up. He hummed an old African song, a personal favourite of his, while he walked down the labyrinth of corridors toward his office.

As he turned the corner and the gargoyle was in sight, he heard unknown items breaking and two voices. Sahnoun picked up the pace once he realized that the chaos was coming from the direction of his office. He would have mentally scolded himself for not locking the door and perhaps spending too much time at the window as he climbed up the stairs, but there was no time for that. Something was not right.

"Mungu wangu!" his deep voice rumbled, entering the office just as the blond Gryffindor dove for one of the many creatures sniffing away and knocking his belongings over. He winced at the sight of his broken alchemy instruments, and then he noticed that his fwooper was trying to bite at any of the nifflers that got too close to its perch.

"Boys, I don't know where dese nifflers came from," Sahnoun said calmly, his brown eyes flicking from the prefect and the younger Gryffindor, "but we need to get dem back outside immediately before dey decide to run off further into da castle."

DaniDiNardo · 06-01-2016, 10:41 PM

The boy froze at his name, unaware he'd been followed in the first place. It was only seconds later when he realized the voice did not in fact belong to a Professor that he finally allowed himself to breathe. Not in trouble...not really anyway. It was only his Prefect and as the boy could clearly see, this was NOT his fault. Phew. A witness. Always important to have one in case no one believed his embellishing quill.

Blaise stood...watching Frankie dive for the Niffler....which...was something HE would do and not what he expected of the Sixth Year at all.

"Mate, what're you doing? Draw your wand and freeze these things before they trash the place, split and leave us with a whole bunch of explaining to do!" If anyone should be diving, it should be him. The older boy could actually do magic and was competent and not anything like him.

He did comply though, because with the exception of Ravenclaw, the Prefects knew best. Blaise dove at the nifflers by the desk, hoping to grab at least one of them. "Why are there even Nifflers in the castle?? Is there some CoMC homework I forgot??" And if it was, why did the Creature Professor think this was a good idea?

And then there came a second voice, this one DEFINITELY belonging to someone in charge; the Headmaster. Thank Merlin. "How do you propose we do that Sir?" The boy asked, trying to wrangling the frenzied little beasts. He'd already tried shooing. It...didn't work. Locking the door might have been a good first step to stopping them from spreading.

**NIFFLERS!** · 06-02-2016, 04:39 AM

A niffler noticed the SHIIIIIIIINY on the boy's wrist, and suddenly it latched onto the human child's leg. It tried to nuzzle its nose through the clamped hand and latch its teeth onto the watch, but this was proving extremely difficult. It needed to make use of its claws-

More. Humans.

MORE SHINIES.

The niffler on the child with the watch remained firmly clamped onto him, but the others shot at the now TWO EXTRA HUMANSIES in the room. Another had successfully broken into the headmaster's desk and was now digging through papers, wood, whatever he could to get to SHINIIIIIIIIIES.

When the older but not the oldEST human made a dive for one of the nifflers, it lunged out of the way and quickly clambered onto the boy's back and stuck its wet nose into the boy's collar sniffing around eagerly.

A second niffler bared its teeth at the boy's wrist for his watch, pawing at the boy's leg to try to climb up him.

*Zoe* · 06-07-2016, 01:52 AM

OOMPH! Frankie hit the ground hard, not even close to catching one of the nifflers. Merlin, these things were bloody fast. How in the world was one supposed to stop them all from destroying the headmaster's office or running away when catching one of them was a challenge in and of itself? As the pain eased in his shoulder, the blond was thinking of what to do next. Perhaps a better option would be to...

Apparently Blaise had thought of his next plan of attack for him. The prefect's head turned toward the third year, seeing just how bewildered he was with the fact that he, a sixth year, didn't think to use magic before diving of all things. "Oh, come on! You know what I did was more fun." Nonetheless, the kid had a point, which was why he was now reaching his pocket for his wand. The kid could've at least shut the door before any decided to escape.

As for whether or not this was homework for Care of Magical Creatures, Frankie opened his mouth to say that Draper would never do something so stupid, but then...

WHAT WAS ON HIS BACK? WHY WAS IT TOUCHING HIS NECK? WHY WAS IT SO WET?

"Get OFF!" he shouted, rolling around on the floor on top of a bunch of papers and even some broken items. Frankie paid no attention to this, however. All he wanted was for that blasted niffler to get off of him. If it went for his hair and peed on him, there would be hell to pay.

Suddenly a deep voice sounded and the blond stopped rolling about the office. From the floor, he saw the shoes of the headmaster. "H-hi, sir. You've ... uhh ... got a bit of a niffler problem in here," was all Frankie managed to say as he pulled out his wand and casted a freezing charm at the nifflers that were all over Blaise. He quickly got up off the floor too, whether that niffler was hanging on him or not, for obvious reasons.

**Mohamed Sahnoun** · 06-07-2016, 03:02 AM

While his demeanor was calm, a million questions were running through the headmaster's mind as he looked at the two Gryffindor boys, the nifflers sniffing around the room, his belongings being destroyed.

Quickly, an orange blob sitting on its perch caught his attention. It's eyes looked furious and mouth was wide open, but not a single sound came out. The man swiftly moved over to the bird, sidestepping a couple nifflers and stepping over the prefect. "Dere, dere, Rafiki. It's alright." He gave him a pat on the head, watching the niffler rummaging through his desk with curiosity. It wasn't going to find anything particularly shiny there.

His gaze returned to the two boys when they spoke. The prefect was now off the floor (what he was doing there of all places, the man did not know -- perhaps one of the nifflers had been after his badge?) and stated the obvious. Sahnoun simply nodded his head and stated, "I see dat, Mr. Paton." His eyes twinkled, though, the moment the sixth year took out his wand.

"I would start by shutting da door, Mr. Bellaire," the African said, motioning at the door before his hand was back to patting the fwooper. For a moment he considered telling the third year to take out his wand, but he remembered the boy's ... situation. "Den come over here and try to comfort Rafiki."

Brown eyes then returned to the desk and the niffler that was still digging away. The man rose his other hand and nonverbally levitated one of his gold alchemy instruments that the small creatures couldn't reach and hovered it next to the desk, hoping to get that pesky niffler out of his desk and grab the attention of his little friends so, if he was paying attention, the older Gryffindor could immobilize them and they could send word for Professor Draper.

**NIFFLERS!** · 06-10-2016, 12:11 AM

Time to go, time to go, TIME TO GOOOOO! Shiiiiinies were procured! Well, enough were, despite the watch on the small human's wrist.

One of the nifflers began to lead his fellows out of the Headmaster's office, quite a few of them having some sort of SHIIIIIINY in their mouths. The one digging in the desk made a noise before peeing on the desk and then running out.

The nifflers seemed to be heading upstairs.....

Jessiqua · 06-10-2016, 08:26 AM

A whispy, silvery Gorilla came through the walls and into the Headmaster's office.

"Students acting delirious in the potions storeroom, please come," it said in Art's voice.

DaniDiNardo · 06-11-2016, 12:34 PM

His only solace in all this chaos was that his quill and notepad floated too high to be massacred by the destructive little things. If only the same could be said for his watch. Not exactly what he signed up for when he'd followed the noise.

And while he could agree Frankie's method was more fun, he didn't think the Headmaster would like to know they allowed these things to trash the office further in the name of a good time. Luckily he would never have to be the one explaining this. Blaise all but crawled backwards when one of the creatures bared their teeth at him (or rather is watch but hello, watch still attached to wrist).

"On it, Headmaster!" Locking the door, right, he could do that. Somehow the boy managed to get to his feet, amazed by the limited resistance that must have come from his Prefect casting that spell at the ones surrounding him. Even if not immobilized, it still gave the boy a chance to make for the door.

Unfortunately, they weren't the only ones holding the large, wooden structure in mind. Just as the boy grabbed hold of the knob, he saw a hoard of nifflers barreling toward the exit and just as quickly, they were gone. "What...even....?"

Blaise turned to the two, hoping one would offer some explanation because...........seriously WHAT??

*Zoe* · 06-13-2016, 05:06 PM

Now that he was back on his own two feet, Frankie was able to take in the entire scene while attempting to immobilize the little nifflers that crossed his path. Quite a few of his spells missed though, but there was only so much he could do. After all, Blaise was just standing there and the headmaster was ... petting his bird? Dude, how was that man staying so calm when all of his belongings were being destroyed?

Frankie watched as the headmaster told Blaise to shut the door (something that should have been done in the first place, mind you). He was quite impressed with how easy the third year was able to get to it, surely a sign of his own great wandwork. But there was no time to celebrate that small feat.

The nifflers were on the move, and one was even peeing on the headmaster's desk. Frankie's wand was at the ready and he saw what the headmaster was thinking. What a genius! The incantation for the freezing charm was on his lips, ready to stop those pesky creatures.

But where were they all going? More importantly, why did Blaise just LET them leave?!

"Have you been confunded, Blaise?" the prefect asked loudly, an accusatory tone in his voice. Frankie had other select words to say to the boy, but those were words not for headmaster ears. How difficult was it to close a door? Now they were all still on the loose, finding their next location to remodel just as they did with the headmaster's office.

Turning his attention away from the young Gryffindor, Frankie then looked at the headmaster with an apologetic look. "Sorry about your stuff, Headmaster." He paused for a moment to look around at the place. Only Merlin knew what the nifflers would do their next destination. "Do you want us to chase after the nifflers, sir? Or stay and help clean up?"

**Mohamed Sahnoun** · 06-15-2016, 07:46 PM

While levitating one of his still-intact instruments, the headmaster was carefully observing the damage and the nifflers that caused it. He knew there was no use getting mad at the creatures, who were only doing what came naturally to them. As for his broken belongings, they were easily replaceable -- with the exception of a few things that were a little more on the expensive side and just wouldn't work the same if put together with a simple Repairing Charm. The man quietly sighed again, watching as the younger Gryffindor went to close the door.

When the nifflers beat the boy to the door and started flooding out of the office, the African did not yell much less move. Even after the niffler that had been rummaging through his desk and urinated before it left, the headmaster's expression and body language remained unchanged. He was quick to raise a hand, however, when the prefect spoke.

"Now, now, Mr. Paton," the old man interrupted as he stepped closer toward the two. "Mr. Bellaire, like yourself, did all he could to prevent the nifflers from escaping. Dere were just too many and dey were a bit too quick for us." A small smile appeared on his face, letting them both know that everything was going to be okay.

The headmaster then nodded his head before finally answering the prefect's question. "Let's move with haste, gentlemen. See where da nifflers are going. I will send word to Professor Draper to meet up with us, wherever we wind up." He then made a motion at the door and started walking toward it himself, leaving his broken belongings to remain as they were for the time being.

-----

Now that his office was now back in order and a number of his items replaced, the headmaster was casually sitting in front of the fireplace reading the latest alchemical news. As he turned over a page, a silver gorilla appeared. Sahnoun looked at it curiously, wondering to whom it belonged. The moment that a voice sounded, the man knew exactly who was speaking. "Fascinating," he quietly commented to himself, analyzing the corporeal form of Art's Patronus.

His brown eyes quickly widened, however, at the urgency in the man's voice. Without wasting another moment, he set his reading aside and headed straight for the door, closing it once he was through the doorway. Dere truly never is a quiet moment at Hogwarts, he thought as he sped down the stairs.

DaniDiNardo · 06-16-2016, 04:46 PM

...

.....

He had no words. Did the Prefect just....was he accusing him of....huh? The Third Year was at a complete loss of words, even as his quill went on scribbling. He could have told the Prefect what an OBVIOUSLY brilliant job of stunning he was doing with all the nifflers escaping like they did but see, he was a good kid so he kept his mouth shut until the Headmaster spoke.

THAT was how you appreciate the help of others Mr. Prefect. Was it any wonder why he didn't like the lot of them??--except Norah because she was so amazing and and sweet and absolutely the nicest person ever in the whole world.

"On it, Sir! We'll get the little critters before they get a chance to ruin anything else." The boy yanked the door open, hoping they could at least catch hindsight of the nifflers as they made their escape.

**Mohamed Sahnoun** · 07-11-2016, 03:03 AM

Ever since the love potion mishap, the school had been fairly quiet. Well, as quiet as Hogwarts could be without anything going terribly wrong anyway. Now that the letters had finally stopped owling in, the African man was able to catch up on his administrative paperwork and, now that it was all said and done, reflect on everything that had happened the last few months in his private journal. He found the process to be very soothing, even if everyone relied on Pensieves to store away their memories.

Sahnoun had just begun accounting the rather low-key events that occurred within the past month. The weather was improving, the cold slowly but surely going away as the sun was out more often. There had been a recent staff meeting, which was mostly a check on how everything was going and him reminding a few professors that he had yet to sit in on one of their classes. The only odd thing that occurred that month was the ransacking of a few offices. The man reflected on what that was all about as he recording a list of the items that had gone missing: a set of tarot cards, a crystal ball, spell books--

He stopped writing, having just heard a voice sound from the bottom of his staircase. The headmaster turned his head toward the door, quietly listening. A girl, unmistakably Geneva Tate, was speaking to the gargoyle rather loudly. Setting his quill down and closing his journal, the man quietly chuckled to himself. The gargoyle wouldn't be striking a deal with anyone. It needed the password. Fortunately, he was inside and wasn't going to say no to a visitor.

"Come on up, Miss Tate," the headmaster's voice sounded. She would soon discover that he had heard every word she said to the gargoyle, for his door had been left ajar.

Magical Soul · 07-11-2016, 06:11 AM

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Originally Posted by Mohamed Sahnoun

Ever since the love potion mishap, the school had been fairly quiet. Well, as quiet as Hogwarts could be without anything going terribly wrong anyway. Now that the letters had finally stopped owling in, the African man was able to catch up on his administrative paperwork and, now that it was all said and done, reflect on everything that had happened the last few months in his private journal. He found the process to be very soothing, even if everyone relied on Pensieves to store away their memories.

Sahnoun had just begun accounting the rather low-key events that occurred within the past month. The weather was improving, the cold slowly but surely going away as the sun was out more often. There had been a recent staff meeting, which was mostly a check on how everything was going and him reminding a few professors that he had yet to sit in on one of their classes. The only odd thing that occurred that month was the ransacking of a few offices. The man reflected on what that was all about as he recording a list of the items that had gone missing: a set of tarot cards, a crystal ball, spell books--

He stopped writing, having just heard a voice sound from the bottom of his staircase. The headmaster turned his head toward the door, quietly listening. A girl, unmistakably Geneva Tate, was speaking to the gargoyle rather loudly. Setting his quill down and closing his journal, the man quietly chuckled to himself. The gargoyle wouldn't be striking a deal with anyone. It needed the password. Fortunately, he was inside and wasn't going to say no to a visitor.

"Come on up, Miss Tate," the headmaster's voice sounded. She would soon discover that he had heard every word she said to the gargoyle, for his door had been left ajar.

Genny stepped into the office with hungry eyes. "Afternoon professor." Headmaster? Anyway, more important things to dwell on i.e. the office. The main decoration was the same but the details were not at all the same or Tate-like. She took in the Sorting Hat, the perched up dais in the middle and the portraits chattering.

"Hi dad!" She spluttered at Gaellen Tate's small portrait. "That's my father." She pointed at proudly before approaching where the headmaster was sitting. "He spent years in this office I wanted to see what it was like." There was no point not to tell the headmaster of Hogwarts, who had a billion thing on his mind, her life story.

**Mohamed Sahnoun** · 07-14-2016, 04:51 PM

Within the time it took Miss Tate to climb up his stairs, Sahnoun had risen from his seat by the window and walked over to his desk. He helped himself to a plantain chip and would gladly offer the girl some if she noticed them. A smile appeared on his face when she entered his suite, her eyes looking about the place. He wondered what that was all about. "Good afternoon, mah dear," the African responded, his voice deeper than ever.

The man silently watched her take in the Sorting Hat and then the portraits. When she addressed one of the portraits as her father, everything then clicked in his mind. This visit was about her checking out her father's former work space, was it? Sahnoun nodded when she stated that particular portrait was her father and that this was his office for many years.

"Ahh, yes," he said, gazing upon the portrait himself and taking in his brown hair and his, his broad shoulders. "He and I have shared many conversations over da term." The old man paused and then added as an after-thought, "I can see da resemblance between da two of you."

DaniDiNardo · 07-15-2016, 03:05 PM

An owl flaps into the office carrying a red envelope in its beak. It sets the envelope on your table and gives a friendly hoot before flapping its way back out the window.

The envelope begins to shake. It would like to be opened yes.

SPOILER!!: Howler

Magical Soul · 07-21-2016, 02:50 PM

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Originally Posted by Mohamed Sahnoun

Within the time it took Miss Tate to climb up his stairs, Sahnoun had risen from his seat by the window and walked over to his desk. He helped himself to a plantain chip and would gladly offer the girl some if she noticed them. A smile appeared on his face when she entered his suite, her eyes looking about the place. He wondered what that was all about. "Good afternoon, mah dear," the African responded, his voice deeper than ever.

The man silently watched her take in the Sorting Hat and then the portraits. When she addressed one of the portraits as her father, everything then clicked in his mind. This visit was about her checking out her father's former work space, was it? Sahnoun nodded when she stated that particular portrait was her father and that this was his office for many years.

"Ahh, yes," he said, gazing upon the portrait himself and taking in his brown hair and his, his broad shoulders. "He and I have shared many conversations over da term." The old man paused and then added as an after-thought, "I can see da resemblance between da two of you."

Genny was now standing comfortably next to the headmaster, and she was grinning serenely (if possible) but now she got excied and proud. "You think so???" About the resemblance thing, not the conversations stuff. That wasn't nearly as interesting as the fact she looked exactly like her father, which was exactly what the headmaster said. "Thank you. I want to be like him in other ways, too, like--" She wanted to list all the things for the willing man when an owl flew in.

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

An owl flaps into the office carrying a red envelope in its beak. It sets the envelope on your table and gives a friendly hoot before flapping its way back out the window.

The envelope begins to shake. It would like to be opened yes.

SPOILER!!: Howler

It wasn't the first time Genny heard a howler. It was the first time she saw a howler sent to the headmaster of Hogwarts directly, though.Her face was red from the anger (because weirdly she felt defensive and protective), and her mouth was slightly open when it burnt down.

Her wide brown eyes turned to land on her companion, "That's so rude!" She squeaked. Although... did... a thirteen year old get locked in a room of fire??? And left alone to DIE?? Genny waited to hear the answer of the unasked question.

**Mohamed Sahnoun** · 08-01-2016, 03:23 AM

The grin on the girls' face made the man chuckle as he nodded his head at her. He certainly did see the resemblance in some of their features. As for personality, he only knew of Gaellen Tate from his portrait and he only knew Miss Tate based on what was in the girls' academic file and the opinions her professors had of her. As she went on to begin listing what ways she wanted to be like her father, Sahnoun's eyebrows rose, his eyes focused on the enthusiastic Gryffindor.

His head jerked to the side when an owl unexpectedly hooted and the girl's voice was overpowered by another voice. Eyes did not widen when the female voice of Mr. Blaise Bellaire's mother boomed around the room. He was taken aback, however. Firstly, the woman's approach was very unprofessional. Secondly, a child had been locked in a burning room? He was going to check the detention log immediately. Lastly, he was already looking through his schedule of times he would be available. He had a professor and a set of parents to gather for a meeting that could not be put off.

"She definitely didn't need to send a Howler of all tings," the Headmaster commented with a forced smile. "Do you suppose she dinks I'm deaf?"

Setting his jokes aside, the man then rose from his seat. "I don't mean to kick you out of mah office so suddenly, mah dear. However, I have an urgent matter to take care of at dis moment." The old man gave the girl a look of sincere apology and then gestured at the small plate on his desk. "Help yourself to some plantain chips before you go. And feel free to visit me again. Hopefully next time dere won't be any ... tumultuous interruptions."

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