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Samson continued to stare. There was no manifestation of a jest in Issy's eyes, as he saw. "I'm not kidding," he emphasized, trying hard to hide the irritation he felt towards Issy, an alien feeling that he hadn't felt in what seemed like such a long time.
Just like before, like all those years ago, here they were, fighting. Merlin. Why?!
"Well, don't take it out on me. Take it out on the Headmaster. Do we not know who exactly allows the staff to teach? Hm? The Headmster, of course. The very same person attacked by said werewolf. The Headmaster, who considered re-hiring said werewolf who attacked him." He kept his voice as calm as possible, without getting into a tizzy like Issy was right now. He'd never seen her like this, frantically, angrily defending her side. They'd taken sides! Why?! Good grief, he'd never thought they'd ever, ever take sides again, even with something as (seemingly) petty as this. "I didn't say it was jolly and good. You don't see me jumping for joy at the sound of this, do you? But I can't believe... you're so against it. I mean, sure I understand that you may think this is a wrong move because werewolves are known to take lives and stuff like that, yadda yadda, but I for one trust the Headmaster on this. Don't you think he would've had Lupa sent to Azkaban or the Forbidden Forest or somewhere fitting, instead of inside Hogwarts? To teach?" He paused, and slumped back on his seat, glancing only for a second at the empty seat before him, wishing Issy would sit down.
"Surely, someone of higher office would've done something about this by now? Before now? Before we go to school? No, of course not! No one's removed the two werewolves destined to teach us Merlin-knows-what," he reasoned, not tearing his gaze from her, not looking out the window to view the scenery, not bothering to acknowledge the fact that Issy was still standing at the doorway of the compartment, allowing other passers-by to peek in their compartment and comment on the little fuss they were creating.
"Is there anything you can do about it, Issy? Join this silly boy's federation and boycott professors?" Tilting his head to the side, he watched Issy more intently, not more coldly, not more matter-of-factly; just... wondering.
Oh, they could stare forever, and he wouldn't change his mind.
...And Sabrina arrived. Her arrival, though, only caused Samson to break his stare a second longer, before he looked back at Issy.
"Busy," he mumbled simply to Sabrina, and pointed a finger to the seat across him to indicate that she step inside and take a seat.
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