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Suziella 
Tristan grinned at the bird, "Don't worry. He is very perceptive about emotions and is just trying to calm your nerves." He had heard that specific tune too many times today.
At the question, Tristan turned to look at the table and nodded, "Yeah, that's all I have at the moment. I hope that's okay." He said as the man took a slice. Apparently it was just fine. He grinned to himself.
As the other man spoke, Tristan listened while piling his plate with a mixture of cheese, meats, and a little bread as well. He popped a grape in his mouth and sighed while chewing. He swallowed and said, "That's because it was wrong. Entirely wrong." The anger welled up in him again, and he had to set his plate down before he threw it. "Last year my club called Creature Companions did an activity in the Lake. Long story short we found a cave full of very old treasure and artifacts." He wasn't going to give all of the details, but he would give him as much as he could. "Well, turns out the treasure had been guarded by ancient Inferi. They attacked the school at the end of May. Many people were hurt and injured, the worst were professors." He thought about Gaston and Kaysha and took a deep breath.
"When we finally figure out that they wanted the treasure we gave it back immediately and they just...left." He watched the scene play over in his mind, and closed his eyes, rubbing his face with his hand. "Hogwarts is known for having extraordinary events happening every year and it's not because of the lack of discipline or what we are teaching them, they are absolutely coincidences or accidents. It's a magical school...things will happen." He paused shaking his head. "Regina didn't deserve this. She has protected these students with everything she has...and this man comes in here thinking what he is doing will make Hogwarts better." He looked up at the ceiling and sighed closing his eyes. "He has no clue. No one who hasn't been here to see it happen does." He turned to look at Foster with a fierceness even Ash would fear.
He quickly looked back down at his plate, wondering if this meeting had been a good idea. He really hoped Foster could be trusted. If not...things could get bad very quickly. Suddenly, he was wishing it was still summer and wishing to be back in Santorini.
He nodded, soothing sounds were welcomed at the moment. In fact, he would have been perfectly content to listen to the tune for the rest of the afternoon.
“Sourdough is actually one of my favorite breads.” He took another bite of cheese, letting the sharp nuttiness spread across his tongue. He hadn’t been in the mood for much of a breakfast after having to take a student to the Hospital Wing that morning.
After he had finished speaking, he watched and waited for Tristan to reply. His stomach turned and he almost felt like leaving, but steeled himself for what was to come. He listened closely as the professor spoke, growing more and more uneasy over the events of the past two days. The fierce look on Tristan's face only increased his uneasiness over the situation and his story sparked a memory of an article he had read over tea and scones one morning. However, the follow up story hand't made his local paper. To the best of his recollection, there had been no report of an attack on Hogwarts in their daily news.
“Wait, wasn’t that the the treasure horde that had been turned over to officials, then sent back to Hogwarts to be put on display? There was a story about it in our daily news.” He shifted forward in the chair.
“Who at the Ministry was responsible for sending the items back to Hogwarts without thoroughly checking the origins and ensuring the safety of the students?” Foster not so gently sat his plate on the table and was thankful it didn’t shatter.
“How could they possibly blame Regina for their own mistake?”
He shook his head. Every part of it was wrong. No wonder so many of the professors and students were upset during the feast.
“No. This isn’t right. Someone is trying to cover something up and they are using Hogwarts, or more specifically Regina, as their scapegoat.” He stood and started pacing the floor of the hut.