Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite He wasn’t at all surprised by the turn of events. State the obvious and suddenly you’re looking at needing new accommodations for your students. Malachi took a deep breath while the woman huffed and puffed. Was it bad that there was a part of him that was relieved?
He couldn’t send the students home, not with the rest of the term yet to be taught and some having major exams at the end...and they couldn’t stay here...which meant he’d need to pull something out of his hat in the time it took to get the carriages ready but surely anything was better than remaining at odds for months to come. That last month in Hogsmeade hadn’t been the worst. Not ideal but it wasn’t the worst. If he could get in contact with the—Precious Bean #4 say what now?
Yes, Malachi had heard the creature professor burst in and say it couldn’t be a student. Yes, he’d heard Noble more or less confirm. No, he didn’t think that meant they were unexpelled and the man was still prepared to lead his students out, get them packed and on their way.
One student, then another, then Professors offering to help... well, that was plainly problematic.
Trent turned to face the exit and gestured for his students to come along. “We’ve got much packing to do and it sounds like this environment isn’t safe for my students to begin with. We left a castle overrun with creatures and don’t need to reintroduce ourselves to danger. Further, the Headmistress hasn’t asked for our help and we don’t dare overstep our shaky place in her presence.“ Smoke?
The Headmaster stopped just at the doorway and looked toward one of the windows. Smoke AND a fire. That much was confirmed by the Ravenclaw’s shout. Toward the garden by the looks of it. Little James over there was right, they were decent people and would be happy to help but....and this was a big “but”...Malachi Neil Trent had a petty streak. Pettier when there was nothing left to lose. They’d already been kicked out. This castle was now a sinking ship with that fire. They were within every right to walk away.
Calmly, Malachi turned to Giselle. “By the looks of it, that creature has torched its way through your rose garden. It’s a pity. We want to help, truly. We’re nothing if not charitable, but you’ve kicked us out and anyway, you wouldn’t want the help of a bunch of incompetent, malicious, problematic students. Or would you?” Tick tock, the fire was spreading. He’d wait for her to beg or at the very least a please. He and his students had suffered enough indignities. Too much to be offering help to a woman who may still have been too pompous to admit it.
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