Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Kurumi swallowed as she made her way towards one of the seats, taken a back just a bit by her Head of House not sitting down behind her desk as usual but in a stool...right beside her. Selina was right, Kurumi really did wear her emotions on her sleeve - even if her hair wasn't being a mood ring. This wasn't a bad thing, as people often reassured her. Lewis had even once said it was one of the things he loved most about her - how open she was with her feelings. How easy he could read her. She had always atoned this to him being, well, very VERY special to her. Same with Selina. Then again, Professor Bentley had become a sort of mother figure to Kurumi, especially after last term.

"I've been...alright, professor," she said with a firm nod. A little TOO firm really. "Recovering from the first day of the term mostly." Which wasn't a lie. A LOT had gone one, including what she wanted to come and apologize for. "Actually, I wanted to bring to newly sorted Gryffindors to your attention, although you are probably already aware of one of them. They both were involved in a, um, situation involving climbing the Hogwarts Express while we were still on the platform." Kurum i pulled out a small piece of parchment where she had written the names of Gryffindor first years Dylan Jacobs and Alexa Cambridge on and handed it to Professor Bentley. "Dylan seems to have mostly settled in, front what I have seen. As for Alexa..."

And she trailed off. Nothing more needed to be said really. Kurumi was pretty sure that the girl was beyond wanting to listen to anything Kurumi said and the seventh year knew you had to pick and choose your battles. Best to just hand that over to Professor Bentley.

And was she avoiding the real topic on her mind? Yeah, just a little. Kurumi felt awkward talking about it...because she knew it wasn't something that dictated who she was or where she was going...not entirely at least. At least that was what she kept telling herself, but obviously had not yet convinced herself.

Originally Posted by Lady of the Lake

The atmosphere in the office felt very friendly, as it did the few other times she'd been here. 'Thank you, Professor. It's wonderful to be back.' Ariadne smiled, watching Bentley find a place for the plant.

'Thank you.' she said, again, when offered a seat. After sitting on a chair and placing her bag at her feet, the girl proceeded to answer the questions. 'I would be lying if I'd say it had been all right. It was so difficult for me to feel like anything other than an outsider there, and it sure didn't help that my knowledge of French is rather limited. Though I really like my mum and stepfather's new place near Toulouse, and I enjoyed visiting France, I have spent most of my time at Beauxbatons, being 'the foreign girl'. Luckily, I managed to convince my mum to let me return to Hogwarts, and I'm living with my grandparents now.' Ooops. Too much information.

'Sorry, Professor. I suppose you weren't expecting that much detail when you asked.' Ari excused herself, blushing. Nice going. Her Head of House had been polite to her, and her response was blabber. But there was more to come, because the reason for her visit was quite an unusual one.

Trying to form coherent sentences in her head, and coming up with nothing of use on how to bring up the topic, Ariadne decided it was better to get straight to the point. Bentley was a busy woman.

'Professor, is there any way I can find out the identity of someone in a photograph, if I don't know anything else about them except that they're Muggle?' Now THAT sounded odd. A bit too straight to the point, perhaps.

Originally Posted by Presley Black

"Good," Presley continued. "I hope she quits soon, professor. I really hate her. She sings everything she says, and calls Isaac Newton a studmuffin, and I forgot about uniforms, because I was at Beauxbatons last year, and I was even early, but she didn't give me a warning, or ask me to go change or anything. She just took ten points away right there! So I went to change, and was still on time to her class. I don't have to be in uniform when I'm not in class, right professor?" It was certainly wrong of the new astronomy professor to take points away from Presley. "Besoides, she made us make bottle rockets! As if that has anything to do with studying the sky! Bottle Rockets!" Presley really hoped at this point that Bentley didn't like her first impression of the new teacher, because Presley could be in serious trouble if they had hit it right off.

Time theif woman? "The Prophet wasn't very specific," Presley hedged, not willing to let on that she hadn't received the Prophet all summer on account of her living with her muggle aunt. That was a huge and complicated issue that Presley would get to later. After all of the minor things were solved. Only after finishing her entire rant and wanting to go on about everything that had happened in the past year did Presley realize that her favorite professor didn't look like she'd had an easy time lately. "Preoccupied, professor?" She asked, taking a deep breath. Conversation was about taking turns. If her tutor could see her now, he would be so disappointed.