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The oak door opens into a circular room where nothing is out of place. The curtains are evenly drawn apart to bring in the natural lighting without there being too much light, provided by the sun or moon, pouring into the room. Scattered about are lavender candles that never seem to lower no matter how long the wick burns, which are strategically placed to avoid upsetting the portraits adorning the walls when lit at night and when the weather is cloudy. Rain or shine, the perfect amount of light fills the room throughout all hours of the day.
Looking around the office with an assertive eye, you can learn much about the woman who resides here. Books of all kinds -- thin, thick, old, and new -- fill several bookcases, their titles covering topics from hexes and curses to ancient runes and history. A number of interesting-looking artefacts that Headmistress Hawthorne found on her many Curse-Breaking escapades around the world rest in glass curio cabinets, free of any dust and heavily protected. Some of these items include, but are not limited to, the claw of a sphinx, cracked ashwinder eggs, a fossilized skeleton of a White River Monster, a metal brass Indian tea cup (former home of an Occamy), and various gems and coins. On a shelf closest to her desk rests a polished gramophone, which is known to play vinyl records of Stevie Nicks, among others, from time to time.
In the centre of the room stands a grand desk. On the desk itself are various frames containing pictures that capture the headmistress' fondest memories: her wearing a Head Prefect badge on the grounds of Ilvermorny, her and several others having just made a great historical find deep within an Egyptian tomb, her holding a newborn clad in a pink blanket with a man's body purposefully cropped off, and several more. The remainder of the desk consists of neat piles of paperwork and an intricate golden hourglass, covered in runes, that will begin steadily dropping sand the moment conversation begins, signifying how much time you have left in the office.
Placed directly in front of the desk are two visitor's chairs that have blue and cranberry cushions placed on them for maximum comfort. Here is where the more serious conversations will be held, whereas the more light-hearted conversations may be moved to the the small sitting area behind the headmistress's desk where plush sofas can be found.
OOC: The 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 headmistress or a professor. Posting in the office without properly bypassing the gargoyle will result in your post being removed.
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Y'know, what was the point of sweet talking the statue if it wasn't even gonna listen. Zoryn gave it a deep FROWN. "Um. Boi." She knocked on it's torso. IS ANYONE EVEN IN HERE??? This was dumb. Zoryn was much more confident in her ability to woo portraits. This gargoyle, however, was a dud. She hadn't given up though because this was a matter of utmost importance and utter urgency. Which is probably why she was #blest by the wizard gods with the Headmistress' presence. Oh. Hey. Fancy seeing her here, yeah?
The young Gryffindor turned around abruptly at the reply to her beautifully thought out 'let me past' speech. "Huh," it wasn't until she realized that the voice and face belonged to the Headmistress when the initial surprise set in. Still, her confidence didn't falter. "Well that's no fun. Is the password the same as the one for the Gryffindor Common Room, 'cause to be honest ma'am, I don't think I can remember two of them." It was a shame really. Zoryn hardly remembered the one password she needed for her own common room, so if they could just make every password the same... It would surely make her own life a heck of a lot easier.
"Well I've actually got LOADS to talk to you about. I've been writing everything down for two whole years," she explained, stepping forward and climbing up the stairs after her Headmistress indicated that she should. "I figured I'd just save it all up and give 'em to you at once so that I could use my time real efficiently. Y'know, I'm an incredibly busy person." Not that the Headmistress would know anything about that.... Zoryn didn't think so anyways. What could possibly be so hard about running an entire school, its staff, extracurriculars, and an entire class all at the same time? Nothing, probably.
Must be nice to be Headmistress.
Zoryn was still thinking about taking over the position like Professor Hirsch suggested. It was a good idea tbh. But Zoryn kinda wanted MORE stuff to do, y'know? 'Cause this was nothing!
Was her password the same as the Gryffindor's password? The headmistress had to use all other might to stifle a laugh at the third year's question. The answer was obvious, wasn't it? No, Zoryn Spinnet, the passwords were definitely not the same. While the woman was fine with students wanting to visit her in her office, Regina by no means wanted a slew of Gryffindors popping in and out of it all the time all willy nilly.
"The passwords are most certainly not the same. I am quite certain anywhere that requires a password will be different," she professed, looking at the girl squarely as they made they way up, up, up the stairs. "Fortunately for you, Miss Spinnet, all someone like yourself needs to do is wait for me to show up. Or you can set up an appointment or send me a message beforehand." Just like everyone else that didn't know the password.
An eyebrow did rise for a brief moment when the Gryffindor revealed that she had 'loads' to talk about, had been writing everything down, and figured she'd use her time efficiently because she was 'incredibly busy.' The headmistress of course didn't let her initial comments come out. Nevertheless, she was intrigued by what this one of all children had to say.
She placed a hand on the knob once they made it to the top of the stairs and swung the door open. Regina then stepped to the side to allow Zoryn to go though and made a motion for the chairs in front of her desk. "What all do you wish to speak about? Best get to the bottom of it so none of our time is wasted." The woman had work to do, and Zoryn had ... well, Zoryn things to do.
Of course, with it being the third day of school, Regina hadn't made it customary for her to stow herself away in her office. The paper work was a very small pile and no one was disappearing or dying, so there really was no need for her to be there. She was making her rounds, from classroom to classroom, to briefly check in and see how everyone's first week was going.
Her heels clicked as she made her way down the corridor, past the suits of armour and toward the stone gargoyle that guarded the entrance to her office. From a distance the headmistress took note of the red on the robes of the figure that was sitting in one of her seats. The hair was a dead giveaway.
"Good evening, Miss Umbridge. I hope you haven't been here waiting on me too long," she said to the seventh year. There was the temptation to glance down at the girl's parchment to see just how long she had been there (as demonstrated by notes and doodles), but decided that wasn't important.
"I wasn't expecting a visit from you so soon," she added as the gargoyle, hearing the woman's voice, was stepping aside and exposing the staircase up to the office. "After you."
Dora heard the heels clacking as the woman approached. No one else made that distinct, no nonsense clack when they walked. Or at least that was what Dora heard it to be. This was likely due to the fact that the Seventh Year equated that sound to the woman's demeanor itself. Heh. The seventh year raised her head from her parchment, smile on her face. "No I have not, Headmistress. And I was occupying my time, anyway," she said as she rose and made her way to the stairs, and UP UP UP... to the office she had NEVER been in her whole time at Hogwarts. It was rather fascinating, to be honest. She let her eyes sweep over everything as she made her way to an empty seat opposite the desk. Although, she did not sit just yet. Instead she remained standing until the woman invited her to sit.
Impeccable display of manners, no?
"I didn't want to waste any time, Headmistress. I was rather eager to get started with our lessons... and wanted to share some of my experiences of the summer with you. Work experiences that is, not personal." Not that the girl would EVER share personal stuff with the woman. Trust or no trust, she wasn't there yet.
"REeeEGINnnNnNNAAAaAAAAaaaAAAA!" he sang, off key.
Paul was here. To DISCUSS the THINGS and the PLAY idea and HE COULD HARDLY KEEP IN HIS EXCITEMENT. But he did because it was Regina and she would hex him if he bounced around her office like a puppy.
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Dora heard the heels clacking as the woman approached. No one else made that distinct, no nonsense clack when they walked. Or at least that was what Dora heard it to be. This was likely due to the fact that the Seventh Year equated that sound to the woman's demeanor itself. Heh. The seventh year raised her head from her parchment, smile on her face. "No I have not, Headmistress. And I was occupying my time, anyway," she said as she rose and made her way to the stairs, and UP UP UP... to the office she had NEVER been in her whole time at Hogwarts. It was rather fascinating, to be honest. She let her eyes sweep over everything as she made her way to an empty seat opposite the desk. Although, she did not sit just yet. Instead she remained standing until the woman invited her to sit.
Impeccable display of manners, no?
"I didn't want to waste any time, Headmistress. I was rather eager to get started with our lessons... and wanted to share some of my experiences of the summer with you. Work experiences that is, not personal." Not that the girl would EVER share personal stuff with the woman. Trust or no trust, she wasn't there yet.
So she hadn't been that long then. Good. The woman nodded at the Gryffindor's response and even casted a quick glance at the parchment she was holding before making the ascent up the stairs. When they made it to the top, she waved her hand so the door would open and allowed Dora to enter the office first.
Naturally, she wasn't surprised to see her giving the place a look over. This was, after all, the first time she had been in the office during her reign of the school. Whether or not she had been in here before was something she did not know, nor did she need to know. Though she did appreciate the respect she was displaying by waiting to be invited to take a seat. Impressive, Miss Umbridge. Impressive.
"Ahh, yes," Regina replied, her head nodding once more. The headmistress knew of the lessons and they would get to that soon enough. However, at the present moment, she was interested in the girl's work experiences. And thank Merlin she was keeping the personal experiences to herself. Regina had no time for that. She wasn't even remotely interested in the personal lives of students anyway -- just their academics and ambitions for the future.
"How was everything? And, please, do take a seat."
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PAUL SAID THE PASSWORD AND WALTZED RIGHT IN.
"REeeEGINnnNnNNAAAaAAAAaaaAAAA!" he sang, off key.
Paul was here. To DISCUSS the THINGS and the PLAY idea and HE COULD HARDLY KEEP IN HIS EXCITEMENT. But he did because it was Regina and she would hex him if he bounced around her office like a puppy.
A silent, long sigh occurred the moment she heard an all too familiar manly voice echo up the stairwell to her office. Regina had been expecting him, but was it already time for the meeting that had been arranged during the Start-of-Term Feast? The woman looked over at the golden hourglass on her desk. The sand in it was steadily starting to drop.
Yes, it was time for that conversation with her Deputy Head about ... what was it he even wanted to speak with her about? Did he even tell her? Probably not. This was Paul Myers after all.
"Hello, Paul," she said, setting down a quill and placing the bit of parchment she had been writing on aside. "Come. Have a seat," the woman added, making a gesture at one of the chairs in front of her desk. She then folded her hands, trying her best not to let her face reveal how appalled she was by that boa he was wearing around his neck. "So what is it you wanted to speak to be about?" She was listening.
As soon as the word "have" was out of her mouth, he flopped into the chair dramatically, fanning himself slightly but also...just putting on a show. "Well, I just wanted to...you know, let you know, I'm thinking of putting on a play, and here's why." He cleared his throat. "With all of our dazzling clubs, we're missing a THEATRE or DRAMA club here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" He beamed. "So I would like to take the plunge and....play director. DO THE PLAYS. Have auditions. I already have it all planned out in my mind-----" He hopped up and paced in front of her desk.
"The play will be...The Fountain of Fair Fortune. I have the scenes blocked already. I have copies of the script. It's all DONE for you. All I need is your approval, which I'm sure you'll give me----" another crooked grin in her direction. WHY WOULD SHE SAY NO? "I've already spoken to some of the staff! Rosalyn said she'd help with scenery, costumes, perhaps, and Gaston will work on the music..." EXCITEMENT. "So I just...I think it would be great for our crushed school spirit from our disappointing loss last term."
And now he was done talking. He took a seat again to wait for what she'd say.
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Was her password the same as the Gryffindor's password? The headmistress had to use all other might to stifle a laugh at the third year's question. The answer was obvious, wasn't it? No, Zoryn Spinnet, the passwords were definitely not the same. While the woman was fine with students wanting to visit her in her office, Regina by no means wanted a slew of Gryffindors popping in and out of it all the time all willy nilly.
"The passwords are most certainly not the same. I am quite certain anywhere that requires a password will be different," she professed, looking at the girl squarely as they made they way up, up, up the stairs. "Fortunately for you, Miss Spinnet, all someone like yourself needs to do is wait for me to show up. Or you can set up an appointment or send me a message beforehand." Just like everyone else that didn't know the password.
An eyebrow did rise for a brief moment when the Gryffindor revealed that she had 'loads' to talk about, had been writing everything down, and figured she'd use her time efficiently because she was 'incredibly busy.' The headmistress of course didn't let her initial comments come out. Nevertheless, she was intrigued by what this one of all children had to say.
She placed a hand on the knob once they made it to the top of the stairs and swung the door open. Regina then stepped to the side to allow Zoryn to go though and made a motion for the chairs in front of her desk. "What all do you wish to speak about? Best get to the bottom of it so none of our time is wasted." The woman had work to do, and Zoryn had ... well, Zoryn things to do.
Was Zoryn Amari Spinnet beyond disappointed to hear that the passwords were all different? HECK YES. What?! What was the point of that?? If all the passwords were different how was she meant to remember any of them!! Instead of explaining this, however, she went with a simple, “Oh.” At least she was VIP enough to wait around and have the Headmistress show up instantly. This is what Zoryn understood from all of what the Headmistress had just said.
“Well, that’s good.” ‘Cause Zoryn couldn’t be bothered to remember more than one password, so it was probably a good thing that Headmistress Hawthorne had her down as a VIP. Good call, Headlady. Good call. The Gryffindor paused only when her Headmistress reached for the doorknob, but then quickly followed inside once the office door was swung open. Hm. It wasn’t exactly how she imagined it to be, buuuuuuut Zoryn was sure that there was more than met the eye, a proper adult trick.
“Is your secret swimming pool upstairs?” ‘Cause after the Gryffindor’s quick scan of the office, it was apparent that there were tons of books, but no pool. Made sense though, Hawthorne probably didn’t want people to see her clad in just her swimming clothes when they entered her office. The Headmistress was actually pretty smart!! Who knew!?! Zoryn owed her some more credit where it was due.
With all that aside, the third year took a seat on one of the chairs, giving her bum a good bounce on the cushion in attempt to make herself more comfortable. “Well I’ve got LOADS of suggestions,” she nodded. “First one is that we should probably just get rid of house tables in the Great Hall since everyone just sits wherever they want anyways,” this one was something she had been thinking about for a while, so clearly it was supremely well thought out and perfect. “We’re also in desperate need of an ice cream machine in the Gryffindor Common Room, less morning classes, AND you should make it a law that Professors aren’t allowed to have the same name. It’s confusing and distracting.” Examples? Professor Marchand. BUUUUT which one was she talking about???? HMMMMM???? Professor Stewart. Muggle Studies or Transfiguration????? ooooOOooOOOOOoooo. The world may never know. Case closed.
Was she done? Not exactly. But she did take a break to breathe and let the Headmistress stew in all of those GRAND ideas.
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As soon as the word "have" was out of her mouth, he flopped into the chair dramatically, fanning himself slightly but also...just putting on a show. "Well, I just wanted to...you know, let you know, I'm thinking of putting on a play, and here's why." He cleared his throat. "With all of our dazzling clubs, we're missing a THEATRE or DRAMA club here at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry!" He beamed. "So I would like to take the plunge and....play director. DO THE PLAYS. Have auditions. I already have it all planned out in my mind-----" He hopped up and paced in front of her desk.
"The play will be...The Fountain of Fair Fortune. I have the scenes blocked already. I have copies of the script. It's all DONE for you. All I need is your approval, which I'm sure you'll give me----" another crooked grin in her direction. WHY WOULD SHE SAY NO? "I've already spoken to some of the staff! Rosalyn said she'd help with scenery, costumes, perhaps, and Gaston will work on the music..." EXCITEMENT. "So I just...I think it would be great for our crushed school spirit from our disappointing loss last term."
And now he was done talking. He took a seat again to wait for what she'd say.
It didn't take very long for Paul to go all ... Paul ... in front of her. Regina's eyes followed the old man as he sat down on the chair and then started pacing in front of her desk. The dramatics with this one, she observed, were exceedingly over the top today. Nevertheless, the woman's mouth remained closed as he went on with whatever his reason was for wanting this meeting with her.
It soon became very apparent why he was putting a show on in front of her, boa and all. The headmistress simply continued watching him, stoic as ever, as he went on about Hogwarts needing a Drama Club, that he had everything planned out, and that he even knew the play he wanted to put on this term.
But then one of her eyebrows rose when he mentioned the Fountain of Fair Fortune (she had, of course, read about the last time that play had been put on at the school) and seemed to raise even higher when he assumed that she would give him permission to follow through with this and at the revelation that he had already talked with the staff about it. Needless to say, she was a bit annoyed with that.
However, the eyebrow did return to its natural place. She did agree with him, that it would be great for school spirit. Plus she had no qualms whatsoever with the dramatic arts.
After a few minutes of silence after Paul had sit down (on purpose for dramatic effect -- she was being theatrical in her own way, thank you very much), Regina finally spoke. "I will let you carry on with your proposed production, Paul," she said. "I am going to place my trust in you to take care of this. My only requests," -- because, yes, she had those -- "is that you do not let an enlarged Ashwinder play the role of the Worm ... and that you keep me in the loop about when and how things are going to happen." And not leave her to be the last person on the staff to know about his plans.
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Was Zoryn Amari Spinnet beyond disappointed to hear that the passwords were all different? HECK YES. What?! What was the point of that?? If all the passwords were different how was she meant to remember any of them!! Instead of explaining this, however, she went with a simple, “Oh.” At least she was VIP enough to wait around and have the Headmistress show up instantly. This is what Zoryn understood from all of what the Headmistress had just said.
“Well, that’s good.” ‘Cause Zoryn couldn’t be bothered to remember more than one password, so it was probably a good thing that Headmistress Hawthorne had her down as a VIP. Good call, Headlady. Good call. The Gryffindor paused only when her Headmistress reached for the doorknob, but then quickly followed inside once the office door was swung open. Hm. It wasn’t exactly how she imagined it to be, buuuuuuut Zoryn was sure that there was more than met the eye, a proper adult trick.
“Is your secret swimming pool upstairs?” ‘Cause after the Gryffindor’s quick scan of the office, it was apparent that there were tons of books, but no pool. Made sense though, Hawthorne probably didn’t want people to see her clad in just her swimming clothes when they entered her office. The Headmistress was actually pretty smart!! Who knew!?! Zoryn owed her some more credit where it was due.
With all that aside, the third year took a seat on one of the chairs, giving her bum a good bounce on the cushion in attempt to make herself more comfortable. “Well I’ve got LOADS of suggestions,” she nodded. “First one is that we should probably just get rid of house tables in the Great Hall since everyone just sits wherever they want anyways,” this one was something she had been thinking about for a while, so clearly it was supremely well thought out and perfect. “We’re also in desperate need of an ice cream machine in the Gryffindor Common Room, less morning classes, AND you should make it a law that Professors aren’t allowed to have the same name. It’s confusing and distracting.” Examples? Professor Marchand. BUUUUT which one was she talking about???? HMMMMM???? Professor Stewart. Muggle Studies or Transfiguration????? ooooOOooOOOOOoooo. The world may never know. Case closed.
Was she done? Not exactly. But she did take a break to breathe and let the Headmistress stew in all of those GRAND ideas.
There was a bit of a smirk on her face in response to Zoryn only having a simple 'oh' to say after discovering that all passwords were different. They did serve their purpose well: keeping unwanted people out. And from preventing any Gryffindors from coming into her office unannounced and throwing a party or whatever they did.
As she made her way inside her own office and closed the door, she was rather surprised that Zoryn wasn't pressing her face against her glass curio cabinets or messing with her gramophone. But, at the same time, she was relieved. She was even a bit relieved at the absurd question that came out of the girl's mouth.
"No, Miss Spinnet, I don't have a secret swimming pool," she responded, a bit of lightheartedness in the tone of her voice, as she took her seat behind the desk. She said no more on that matter. What was actually upstairs would forever remain a mystery to the young Gryffindor. Not that there was anything terribly exciting up there anyway.
Her hand was placed on her chin while she carried on with her suggestions. They were ... well ... very Zoryn. Regardless, Regina remained quiet and let the girl speak. There was a bit of a pause when the girl was finished, more for show than anything as she already knew her responses.
"We'll keeping the House tables as they are, Miss Spinnet. They've been separated like that since the school was founded. It's tradition, even if we are more lenient today with seating arrangements for the most part." There was a bit of a pause for that to sink in. "As for your ice cream needs in your common room, that would be something to take up with your Head of House." If he was willing to clean up after them (unsupervised Gryffindors with an ice cream machine was bound to get messy), then so be it.
"There isn't much that can be done about morning classes. Everyone has them and goes to them. It's better to just get them over with right away rather than have you all have to sit through lessons until the middle of the night, don't you think? ... And I'm sorry if professors having the same last surname are confusing to you, but we don't discriminate against one's name when it comes to being on staff. It's just something you'll have to figure out by using the context of your conversation."
The woman made a quick glance over at her hourglass. There was still plenty of sand in it that needed to go down. "Is there anything else, Miss Spinnet?" Dare she even ask that question?
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There was a bit of a smirk on her face in response to Zoryn only having a simple 'oh' to say after discovering that all passwords were different. They did serve their purpose well: keeping unwanted people out. And from preventing any Gryffindors from coming into her office unannounced and throwing a party or whatever they did.
As she made her way inside her own office and closed the door, she was rather surprised that Zoryn wasn't pressing her face against her glass curio cabinets or messing with her gramophone. But, at the same time, she was relieved. She was even a bit relieved at the absurd question that came out of the girl's mouth.
"No, Miss Spinnet, I don't have a secret swimming pool," she responded, a bit of lightheartedness in the tone of her voice, as she took her seat behind the desk. She said no more on that matter. What was actually upstairs would forever remain a mystery to the young Gryffindor. Not that there was anything terribly exciting up there anyway.
Her hand was placed on her chin while she carried on with her suggestions. They were ... well ... very Zoryn. Regardless, Regina remained quiet and let the girl speak. There was a bit of a pause when the girl was finished, more for show than anything as she already knew her responses.
"We'll keeping the House tables as they are, Miss Spinnet. They've been separated like that since the school was founded. It's tradition, even if we are more lenient today with seating arrangements for the most part." There was a bit of a pause for that to sink in. "As for your ice cream needs in your common room, that would be something to take up with your Head of House." If he was willing to clean up after them (unsupervised Gryffindors with an ice cream machine was bound to get messy), then so be it.
"There isn't much that can be done about morning classes. Everyone has them and goes to them. It's better to just get them over with right away rather than have you all have to sit through lessons until the middle of the night, don't you think? ... And I'm sorry if professors having the same last surname are confusing to you, but we don't discriminate against one's name when it comes to being on staff. It's just something you'll have to figure out by using the context of your conversation."
The woman made a quick glance over at her hourglass. There was still plenty of sand in it that needed to go down. "Is there anything else, Miss Spinnet?" Dare she even ask that question?
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Hawthorne didn’t have a secret swimming pool??????????
HMMMmmmmMMmmMmMMmmmmmmMMMMMMMM….. Zoryn looked at the older woman SKEPTICALLY. Was she lying? “Then what’s up there?” she asked pointing upwards with her index finger. It was the third year's way of challenging the woman in order to figure out what the REAL truth was. MHM. Zoryn Spinnet NEEDED to know. ‘Cause what was the point of being Headmistress if you didn’t get cool stuff? “Professor Hirsch said you’ve got the most luxurious office,” she nodded. “Everyone’s jealous.” She may have been, er, paraphrasing here. BUT STILL.
“No offense, ma’am, but some times traditions are kinda pointless. Everything’s goes out of style eventually.” It was true. Hawthorne should know that better than anybody since she’s been alive for SO long and has probably seen TONS of different trends go in and out of style. Zoryn nodded very professionally here. “Hmm, okay! I’ll tell Professor Marchand.” Since Hawthorne CLEARLY approved, Professor M probably wouldn’t have a problem with it.
“Actually, I’ve got an answer for that too,” yes, she had been thinking about this for a very long time. “We should probably just cancel some classes all together to make more time in our days. ‘Sides, how has astronomy got any real life application?” If people wanted to be astronauts they had to go to some sort of university for it anyways. Mhm. And as for the name thing, Zor had a feeling Hawthorne wouldn’t actually be able to do anything about it yet. But voicing the complaint meant that the Headmistress was aware and now she probably would pay SUPER close attention when hiring new staff.
See, it was all a mind game.
“Actually now that you bring it up, there is,” Zoryn could go on all day tbh. “The staircase in the Gryffindor Common Room is broken cause it won’t let Théo up to see my room,” it was a serious issue. The other one worked fine though, ‘cause Zoryn was always able to get to his.
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Hawthorne didn’t have a secret swimming pool??????????
HMMMmmmmMMmmMmMMmmmmmmMMMMMMMM….. Zoryn looked at the older woman SKEPTICALLY. Was she lying? “Then what’s up there?” she asked pointing upwards with her index finger. It was the third year's way of challenging the woman in order to figure out what the REAL truth was. MHM. Zoryn Spinnet NEEDED to know. ‘Cause what was the point of being Headmistress if you didn’t get cool stuff? “Professor Hirsch said you’ve got the most luxurious office,” she nodded. “Everyone’s jealous.” She may have been, er, paraphrasing here. BUT STILL.
“No offense, ma’am, but some times traditions are kinda pointless. Everything’s goes out of style eventually.” It was true. Hawthorne should know that better than anybody since she’s been alive for SO long and has probably seen TONS of different trends go in and out of style. Zoryn nodded very professionally here. “Hmm, okay! I’ll tell Professor Marchand.” Since Hawthorne CLEARLY approved, Professor M probably wouldn’t have a problem with it.
“Actually, I’ve got an answer for that too,” yes, she had been thinking about this for a very long time. “We should probably just cancel some classes all together to make more time in our days. ‘Sides, how has astronomy got any real life application?” If people wanted to be astronauts they had to go to some sort of university for it anyways. Mhm. And as for the name thing, Zor had a feeling Hawthorne wouldn’t actually be able to do anything about it yet. But voicing the complaint meant that the Headmistress was aware and now she probably would pay SUPER close attention when hiring new staff.
See, it was all a mind game.
“Actually now that you bring it up, there is,” Zoryn could go on all day tbh. “The staircase in the Gryffindor Common Room is broken cause it won’t let Théo up to see my room,” it was a serious issue. The other one worked fine though, ‘cause Zoryn was always able to get to his.
A judging look was directed toward Zoryn when she continued to ask for more specifics about her office. What was the girl getting at here? Did she need a blueprint so she would break in one day? Set up a surprise party? Rob her? What? "Just a large telescope that overlooks the grounds," Regina responded, purposefully not mentioning the door up in the loft that led to her sleeping quarters. "It has been part of this office since before I arrived." As for the comment about everyone being 'jealous' of her luxurious office, well ... being head of the school came with perks.
"Perhaps, Miss Spinnet," the woman replied in response to her feelings about tradition. "However, Hogwarts is very proud of its tradition and the fact that they've been present for hundreds of years. I suggest you respect those traditions as well, whether you think they are pointless or not. They bring structure, which is something that many young adolescents need." Especially Gryffindors.
A small smile appeared on the American's face when Zoryn questioned how Astronomy had any real life application. The subject hadn't been Regina's strong suit; nevertheless, she still took and passed the class anyway. There was a purpose to it all, whether the girl realized it or not. "Many of the subjects you take at Hogwarts, as well as Ilvermorny and other wizarding schools around the world, wish to provide you with basic universal knowledge that every witch and wizard should know and to reveal your strengths and weaknesses. As you get older, following your exams, the subjects you take later on will become more personalized to put you on track for the career you wish to pursue."
The mind games were not working. Did the girl not know she was a Horned Serpent?
If she would be granted one time to be unprofessional in front of a student, now would be the time Regina would love to smack her palm against her forehead. How had the third year sitting before her not put the pieces together? "There is nothing wrong with the staircase, Miss Spinnet. The boys are meant to not be able to enter the girls' dormitories. You see, girls can be trusted more, whereas most boys cannot."
Was there anything else? Was the sand in that hourglass of hers at the bottom yet?
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A judging look was directed toward Zoryn when she continued to ask for more specifics about her office. What was the girl getting at here? Did she need a blueprint so she would break in one day? Set up a surprise party? Rob her? What? "Just a large telescope that overlooks the grounds," Regina responded, purposefully not mentioning the door up in the loft that led to her sleeping quarters. "It has been part of this office since before I arrived." As for the comment about everyone being 'jealous' of her luxurious office, well ... being head of the school came with perks.
"Perhaps, Miss Spinnet," the woman replied in response to her feelings about tradition. "However, Hogwarts is very proud of its tradition and the fact that they've been present for hundreds of years. I suggest you respect those traditions as well, whether you think they are pointless or not. They bring structure, which is something that many young adolescents need." Especially Gryffindors.
A small smile appeared on the American's face when Zoryn questioned how Astronomy had any real life application. The subject hadn't been Regina's strong suit; nevertheless, she still took and passed the class anyway. There was a purpose to it all, whether the girl realized it or not. "Many of the subjects you take at Hogwarts, as well as Ilvermorny and other wizarding schools around the world, wish to provide you with basic universal knowledge that every witch and wizard should know and to reveal your strengths and weaknesses. As you get older, following your exams, the subjects you take later on will become more personalized to put you on track for the career you wish to pursue."
The mind games were not working. Did the girl not know she was a Horned Serpent?
If she would be granted one time to be unprofessional in front of a student, now would be the time Regina would love to smack her palm against her forehead. How had the third year sitting before her not put the pieces together? "There is nothing wrong with the staircase, Miss Spinnet. The boys are meant to not be able to enter the girls' dormitories. You see, girls can be trusted more, whereas most boys cannot."
Was there anything else? Was the sand in that hourglass of hers at the bottom yet?
A blueprint would be nice, yes. Mostly because she had plans to throw a pool party in the hidden swimming pool, but if Hawthorne really was telling the truth… Then Zoryn would have to think of another theme, which wouldn’t be a problem by the way because throwing parties was definitely something Zoryn was good at. She was good at throwing most things tbh (especially dungbombs). ”Well that’s boring,” she blurted out, but quickly tried to correct the mistake, “No offense.” There. All better. “How come you’ve got all this space and all you’ve got is a giant telescope? Sounds like a waste of opportunity, ma’am.” There were SO MANY possibilities. And she just went with a large magnifying glass?????? “You should consider renovating. Out with the old, in with the new, amiright? AND I’ll even help for the low price of giving me straight O’s in all of my classes.”
Zoryn was SO good at bargaining.
“I’m not the one you’ve got to worry about,” she shook her head. Zoryn was VERY innocent here. “Your Professors are the ones breaking tradition. I ALWAYS sit at my assigned table.” ‘Cause even though she thought it was a stupid tradition if everyone else was gonna break it, she didn’t actually have a reason to want to sit anywhere else. It was the principal of the matter. Except that one time when she sat at Hawthorne’s seat at the staff dais. But uh, now was not the time to bring that up.
Zoryn had to admit, Hawthorne was good at standing her ground AND unlike most of the other staff members, Hawthorne’s points weren’t even completely whack. Except for that stuff about the classes. This was definitely whack. “Are you just saying that ‘cause you’ve got to?” It was probably a law that she had to say good stuff about school since she was in charge of one. “‘Cause you don’t have to be all politically correct with me, I won’t tell the Aurors! I wanna here the unsolicited REAL opinions.” She could see RIGHT THROUGH the act!!!! Or at least, she thought she did.
The girl definitely did not know she was a Horned Serpent.
“WHAT?!?!” That’s it. Hogwarts was canceled. “That’s SO sexist!!! I mean, obviously I’m more trustworthy than any boy, but Théo can be trusted!!! How would a dumb staircase know how trustworthy he is????” She gave the Headmistress a SERIOUS look.
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