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The newly crowned teenager could have waited until the second week of school, when the hustle and bustle of the first week was dying down, or any day other than the first day of school. But nope. Not only was she super eager to have this meeting, in which Professor Ichihara promised to see about her starting animagus training this year, but it was also her birthday.
That's right...her thirteenth birthday to be precise.
Which made this the best possible day to have this meeting, because surely the Transfiguration Professor would be slightly more willing to say yes on her birthday, so as to not bum the birthday girl out. Right?
Only one way to find out. Hadley approached the door and casually knocked. Then she took a seat, picking up a copy of Transfiguration Now to flip through, only after she memorized exactly where and how it was placed.
It was no surprise to Nana to when she slipped out of her office and saw Hadley Danaker sitting in quiet wait, for although, the quiet was uncharacteristic of the young girl, her interest and presence was not. "Miss Danaker." Nana greeted, offering the young claw a polite smile. She knew quite well what she was in store for with this visit and this visitor. "I was wondering when you'd be coming along..." Rather sooner than later, naturally.
She slipped aside, opening her door wide. "Will you be coming in today?" As much as Nana wished this could be simple, she sincerely doubted this was a casual visit.
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DaniDiNardo This meeting could have gone SO MUCH better, if he'd done it last term, back when he was 12 and adorable and hadn't yet written the Transfiguration Article and hadn't yet been outted by the school population as one of the most likely to skip lessons. Bunch of snitches. All they did was give him and Daxton more work to do and a big 'ole target on their backs. Not to mention making this meeting somewhat more awkward for the boy.
How did one who skipped all but one lessons of the woman's and said her subject should have gotten the axe instead of having her hired then turn around and tell her he was thinking of maybe giving a few of her classes a try--because it would only be a few. The boy wasn't ready to commit to full attendance just yet. It would take baby steps and a whole lot of getting comfy.
Until then he would continue to primarily acquire his spells on his own, in private, where no one could see his many failures before his one success. That was how he preferred it.
The reluctance on the boy was palpable as he approached the door, still uncertain of whether or not this was a good idea. What if Professor Ichihara decided she wasn't amused by his offer and made a determined effort to ensure he didn't attend some but all her classes? Professors....were meant to force you to their lessons when they found out this sort of thing happened...weren't they? And it's not like he could pretend otherwise. Outside of meals, this woman must have seen him all of once? With his heaviest sigh, the boy knocked at the door then took a seat...hoping the Professor wasn't in.
Nana was absolutely in. she had been working on some Alchemical Graphs for a new school project that had absorbed all her time and mental capacity of late, which had lead to the strange circumstance of her office being rather.... messy... very messy, filthy even. A fact that would have had the Professor in a tizzy if she weren't so engrossed in her current work of crafting safety precautions, restrictions, various spells and a clean layout. Not easy stuff to handle alone, even with her logical and organized mind. Perhaps she needed a partner in this after all, perhaps-
The Knock caught her off guard, for Nana, in her distracted haste had not accounted for time or the arrival of guests.
Sloppy. She had become sloppy. Internally berating herself, Nana quickly took up her wand, motioning it over her desk and the office in an elegant wave, sending the documents to float from the desk to their usual homes. She probably looked a mess, how terribly unprofessional of her, how terribly silly. Preston would have been displeased, the witch was certain of it.
Opening the door, Nana peeked out to spot....
"Mister Bellaire.. Well, what brings you to my office?" Nana asked, folding her arms over her chest and watching the young boy curiously. "Perhaps you'd like a quote? I'm afraid I don't speak much to the press." She added, a thinly veiled reminder that she had, in fact, read his article.
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Meizzner You know Dante should had visited Professor Ichiharas last term. He still wanted to call her Professor Ichi but yeah that would be rude. Still he guessed it just slipped his mind since he usually visits the new Professor's. Though he did not visit the new Potions Master. Guess he is not so new anymore. Anyway back to the current Professor he is visiting. He knocked on the door and flopped on one the couches on his back and took one of the copies of Witch Weekly and began reading it.
Hmm comfy couch.
On her way back from the kitchens, Nana had her arms rather full. She had been in need of sugar, you see, an obscene amount for a new class project and rather than order the stuff - which would have taken quite long and cost the school more money - she'd decided to simply slip off to the kitchens and seek the sweetener therein.
The elves in true House-Elf fashion had been more than... Obliging in their response. Which was why Nana Ichihara was walking into her waiting room with her arms wrapped around a small barrel of sugar.
Which was a bit heavier than she'd imagined. Putting the barrel down, the witch stood silently cursing herself for not using a feather-weight Charm on the barrel, all the while, she was quite aware of the Slytherin
boy young man's presence. "I will be with you in a moment, Mister Barrington." She said, rolling back her lithe shoulders to stretch her taut muscles. That had been quite the work out.