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SPOILER!!: Minjae
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It took a while for Minjae to gather his courage and visit the muggle studies professor after his, and for some others, safe haven had been completely destroyed. The seventh year had taken the long route to the office because he was afraid he'd do something stupid if he were to chose the short route passing the Headmaster's office. Like, blow up the stone gargoyle and see how he liked it when his things got destroyed.

Taking a deep calming breath, he reached the office waiting space, Minjae walked straight to the door and banged on it loudly. "Professor? Its Minjae Yoon. Can we talk, please?"

He would not stop banging his fist on the door until the door opened.

The initial loud bang almost had Finneas flying off his seat. Fortunately he caught hold of the edge of his desk before managing to do anything of the sort. Only once he found his balance again, he carefully stood up and made his way to open the door. "H-hullo, Mr. Yoon," he offered the young already a seventh year?? HOW?? man a weak smile (the sad sort), before opening the door further and waving him inside.

Finneas, however, still had to check around his door to ensure that no unwelcome guests were lingering nearby. That was, perhaps, one of the biggest uncertainties. Whatever his students needed to say, Finneas did not want the Inquisitorial Squad present it. This office would continue to be a place for confidentiality. Maybe if his students couldn't find safety in his classroom, they could find safety here instead.


SPOILER!!: Bernie O.G.
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Bernie was just SO RELIEVED to see Schmoey in one piece that she flung her arms around his noodley middle and briefly, forcefully, gave the man a hug and a squeeze. No protesting, Schmoe. He NEEDED a hug. Not her. Bernie was too independent to need anything from anyone.

Then, before he could change his mind, she slipped inside so he could close the door. He was no doubt checking to see if she was followed, so she quietly informed him, "No one came with me. I checked." Bernie was becoming quite the spy, didn't he know?

She only glanced around for a second today, as they had more important things to discuss besides his hot girlfriend/sister or how old those posters on the wall were (100? 200 years old??). Bernie slid down into her usual beanbag chair and closed her eyes, waiting for Schmoey to seal them in or whatever and return to his seat.

Poor old man. Was it just her or did he look older and thinner already? But at least he was ALIVE. One could not take that for granted this year.

To say the hug from Ms. Grantham had been unexpected would be the understatement of the century. Though, er, perhaps so many unexpected things have happened in this century that such a statement has lost its, er, significance. Either way the hug was a surprise and Finneas wasn't used to them. As such, he tensed up a bit, feeling as awkward as one would imagine a limp, noodle-man to feel in such a circumstance. He errr moved to do that strange back patting thing that one did when they were in a strange hugging predicament that they did not expect. There, there. Heh? ..... ?

As Bernadette found herself moving towards her beanbag, Finneas continued doing his thorough check around the corridor because... well... you know. "Good, good," he nodded. Then, after his check was complete, he made quick work of shutting the door and casting a series of spells and precautionary enchantments with a sense of intense urgency. It was an exhausting thing to do every time he had a meeting with a student or anyone for that matter, but... these were the times they were living in now.

Lowering his wand with an exhausted sigh, the Muggle Studies professor began hobbling back to his own desk to take his seat across from the Gryffindor. Usually he'd take the time to see how she was doing, if she was adjusting to the term with ease, or to better understand the state of her overall well-being (it was hard to tell with teenagers). As it was, however, these were all usless questions for which one could infer the answer. So instead, he looked at her, his eyes conveying a sad sort of feeling, and lowered his voice, "I'm so sorry, Ms. Grantham."

SPOILER!!: Violet
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Violet hadn't see Professor Schmoe around for several days now and had finally decided to go check up on him. Even though Muggle Studies wasn't one of her favorite classes, ever since her talk with him last term, she felt he was sort of like a friend--as much as a teacher could be, that is. And he sometimes seemed strangely young, like he needed looking after.

As she approached his door, she could see it was already open a crack and the professor's head was peering out, looking this way and that down the corridor. Was he expecting another student? Drat, Violet hoped he didn't already have an appointment. Or maybe he was checking for enemies--Violet could understand that, she had found herself checking the hallway now whenever she exited the Slytherin dorms.

"Professor Schmoe?" she called in what she hoped was a soft voice. "Are you busy right now?"

Finneas was making it a habit to keep a low profile ever since the, er, incident that took place the night of the feast. For his own sake and for the sake of the children. With each passing day, it was becoming clearer and clearer that the new, errr, management would not hesitate to point their wands at the students.

He did, however, make a habit of poking his head around every time he made his way back into his office though. It was the one place he could relax... even just a little bit. As he was going to close the door, however, he heard a faint voice and popped his head back out once more. "M-m-ms. Bl-blackthorne," he couldn't say he was surprised. She was one of the students he worried most about in these times. "N-no, not at all. P-please, come in," he insisted, opening the door for her.
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