Tell Them I'm Trapped in an Oil Painting
Words of flattery were very much approved, but this was laying a little thick. Was she (Miss Snakebark) mocking her? Merlin knows a student wouldn't dare mock the guardian of their common room.
"Thank you, my dear. I am taking your politeness into consideration." The younger student (Miss Walsh) was lucky she couldn't read minds. "I do not change the passwords for fun, my dear. The frequency of students not in Gryffindor attempting to slip in with their friend's help requires dire actions." As evidenced by the older Ravenclaw who is within earshot. "No exceptions!"
A warm and resonant voice echoed through the halls as the Head of House made their entrance. Oh, what a sight to behold. It seemed as though every masculine Head was destined to possess a certain charm. Images of Professors Wayland, Marchand, Flamsteed, Trent, Dumont, and countless others danced through her painted mind. Yet, even those fond memories couldn’t completely quell her frustration at the situation. It seemed the students were portraying her as the villain for simply trying to do her job.
"I understand your frustrations, but the password has changed. It’s important to adapt to new changes. After that last incident with the fourth-year Hufflepuff sneaking in with their friend's help, I can not keep it the same forever." Her voice softened, hoping they could see her perspective. While the eagle (Miss Joshi) departed, there was some hope that she'd make an exception. Some, being the keyword.
"Once I've changed the password, I don't change it back."
That was that.
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