Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Kurumi chewed on her lower lip nervously, suspecting slash knowing that she was already giving her information that she already knew. It was sort of Kurumi's 'out' as her brothers put it. An excuse of sorts to be here and she could always just pretend that this had been the only reason she had come.

Only Kurumi couldn't do that. She couldn't just flat out lie to her Head of House.

Which is why the seventh year took a deep breath, held it in for a moment, and then bowed her head before whispering the real reason why she had come. "I'msorry." There, she had said it. Only she didn't stop like her brain was telling her she should. "I'm sorry for letting down Gryffindor...and you."

Originally Posted by Lady of the Lake

Hogwarts had always felt like home, because her friends were here, but also because people in general were nice and supportive. Like Professor Bentley. 'Thank you, I'm so happy to be back. I've missed everything so much. I'm happy you're still in charge of Gryffindor.' the girl added, almost as an afterthought.

Role model? She wasn't the smartest, nor the friendliest, not even the most courageous...She was just a normal girl. One who blushed slightly at the comment and let it pass without comment.

Ari didn't feel like discussing personal things with Professor Cerulean. She was nice enough, but they hadn't really talked outside class. Ever. 'I think he might be my biological father.' she spoke, referring to the man in the picture next to her mum. 'I've never met him. Apparently, he couldn't cope with the fact that my mum was a witch and he left us before I was even born. That's all the information I could get from my family.' Which didn't help much, obviously.

Despite her good relationship with both her mum and stepdad, a part of her had always wondered what her father was like and what it would be like to spend a day with him. Then, in one of the vacations when she visited her best friend, Gwen, the Ravenclaw had found this picture among her parents' stuff. Ari's mum and Gwen's parents had been close friends since they were 11, so this was a good place to start.

Unbeknownst to her, the man in the picture was Lloyd Gallagher, quite a prominent politician in Muggle Britain. If only she'd read Muggle newspapers...Alas, the girl was completely unaware that her dad was a public person, and continued to look for answers in the dark.

'I'm sorry if I've taken up too much of your time. I think I just wanted to talk, really. Thank you for listening, I appreciate it.' the fifteen-year old smiled softly, wondering if she should go and talk to the Muggle Studies Professor after all.

Originally Posted by Presley Black

Presley had treated her with respect, even though the woman didn't earn even a speck of it. A formal apology? Presley blinked. She took a slow deep breath and in a really quiet voice admitted "I don't know how to do that. I've never written an apology before." An invitaion, she was old hand at. Thank you notes, easy. Political manuevers, she'd seen done countless times, but apologies? Unless it was sarcastic, Presley wasn't much of an apologizer. But if Professor Bentley thought she ought to do it, then she would try her hardest.

Frozen people?? Why of all years did that have to be the one Presley missed? It sounded terrifyingly thrilling and wonderful! Presley just couldn't resist asking "Which students, professor?" Because if she knew, then she could ask them alllllll about it, and it would be almost as good as really being there. Not quite, but almost.

"Herbology Task Force?" She asked with interest, never having heard about it before. This was good. Presley was doing much better at taking turns now, even if her mind was still bursting with unsaid things.

Originally Posted by pinkphoenix

It was almost 4pm as Orr came rushing up to knock at Professor Bentley's office door. She had no idea how she had gotten so caught up doing her Transfiguration HW--designing new clothes was so much fun and took up a lot of time.

She glanced in her little mirror to make sure that she wasn't too red in the face before her meeting. She looked fine as she could possibly be at this time.

At least she wasn't late Orr thought to herself as she promptly knocked on the door and waited for Professor Bentley to let her in.