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. |