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Suziella · 10-07-2018, 11:38 PM

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Originally Posted by Julian Scrimgeour

The headmaster had arrived in the Great Hall for their scheduled lunch a few minutes later than usual. He had troublemakers to take care of before making his way down. By the sight of the hall, it seemed like there would be more troublemakers in the mix.

His gaze first landed on the Slytherin Captain and the Ravenclaw, one of which had already started eating and one of which was technically not in the right place. Scrimgeour's eyes narrowed. Did he have to make even more rules for things that should have been common sense? It was polite to wait for the head of the school to be seated before eating, and each of the Houses had their own table for a reason.

Fortunately for the boys, the old man was forced to direct his attention to the staff table. He turned just in time to see the Care of Magical Creatures professor attack his highly qualified Astronomy replacement.

Scrimgeour was ... not surprised. He knew that Wayland wouldn't last long after the departure of his precious butterfly of a friend. It was only a matter of time for the bad egg to crack.

"WAYLAND!" the man grunted at the top of his lungs.

He quickly made his way up to the staff table. Parchment and a self-inking quill had been conjured. They were writing away as the ex-Auror moved toward Le Roux to undo any potential spells that may have hit and help the poor man up.

"Pack your bags and leave immediately. You are fired," he spat at Wayland. For good measure, he sent the completed letter over to him with a wave of his metallic hand and then pointed at the large double doors.

Text Cut: Letter

Tristan, suddenly realizing what he had done, shoved his wand into his pocket and turned toward the Headmaster. He didn't need to open the letter to know what it said. He honestly didn't care at this point.

Stony faced, Tristan took the letter from the headmaster, and without reading it crumpled it with one hand and threw it on the ground. "You're a daft old cow if you think you are making this school better Scrimgeour. It didn't need fixing." With that he turned on his heel, and left the dais, boots angrily clomping against the stone floor.

He knew he shouldn't have done it but, his anger got the best of him. He would miss the students, but maybe the transition would be better with a new staff, or maybe it would go horribly wrong. But, unfortunately, he wouldn't be around to see it.

He quickly walked out of the Great Hall, not looking back to see the shocked faces of his beloved students.

10-07-2018, 11:38 PM	#28 (permalink)
Suziella Acromantula Join Date: Jan 2007 Location: ❤ Posts: 30,956 Hogwarts RPG Name: Bramble "Bram" Wyatt Lennox Graduated	ThunderPUFF \| Whoodley \| MRD&LKD \| Graphics Queen \| Tristalen \| Mrs. A \| Hunny Bun Quote: Originally Posted by Julian Scrimgeour The headmaster had arrived in the Great Hall for their scheduled lunch a few minutes later than usual. He had troublemakers to take care of before making his way down. By the sight of the hall, it seemed like there would be more troublemakers in the mix. His gaze first landed on the Slytherin Captain and the Ravenclaw, one of which had already started eating and one of which was technically not in the right place. Scrimgeour's eyes narrowed. Did he have to make even more rules for things that should have been common sense? It was polite to wait for the head of the school to be seated before eating, and each of the Houses had their own table for a reason. Fortunately for the boys, the old man was forced to direct his attention to the staff table. He turned just in time to see the Care of Magical Creatures professor attack his highly qualified Astronomy replacement. Scrimgeour was ... not surprised. He knew that Wayland wouldn't last long after the departure of his precious butterfly of a friend. It was only a matter of time for the bad egg to crack. "WAYLAND!" the man grunted at the top of his lungs. He quickly made his way up to the staff table. Parchment and a self-inking quill had been conjured. They were writing away as the ex-Auror moved toward Le Roux to undo any potential spells that may have hit and help the poor man up. "Pack your bags and leave immediately. You are fired," he spat at Wayland. For good measure, he sent the completed letter over to him with a wave of his metallic hand and then pointed at the large double doors. Text Cut: Letter Dear Tristan Wayland, As a result of the incident that just took place in the Great Hall, I request your dismissal from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. With your attack of Prof. Gustave Le Roux in mind, I feel that this is the best decision for the wellbeing of the school and its students. Physically assaulting another colleague has revealed a severe lack of professionalism, and doing so in front of students has showed that you are unstable and therefore unfit to teach children. Upon your reading of this letter, I ask that a prompt and quiet departure is made so that a suitable replacement can take over the role of Care of Magical Creatures professor immediately. Thank you for your services to the school. Signed: Julian Scrimgeour Hogwarts Headmaster Tristan, suddenly realizing what he had done, shoved his wand into his pocket and turned toward the Headmaster. He didn't need to open the letter to know what it said. He honestly didn't care at this point. Stony faced, Tristan took the letter from the headmaster, and without reading it crumpled it with one hand and threw it on the ground. "You're a daft old cow if you think you are making this school better Scrimgeour. It didn't need fixing." With that he turned on his heel, and left the dais, boots angrily clomping against the stone floor. He knew he shouldn't have done it but, his anger got the best of him. He would miss the students, but maybe the transition would be better with a new staff, or maybe it would go horribly wrong. But, unfortunately, he wouldn't be around to see it. He quickly walked out of the Great Hall, not looking back to see the shocked faces of his beloved students. __________________ ⫷ ⫷____________________________________________ I know that you're afraid to... ...let all the dark escape you._____________________________________________⫸ ⫸