Originally Posted by XanaSnape

Indeed she should, Mr. Denver. Indeed she should. Kazimeriz thought.



"Thank you for coming, Professor Lupa." After all the students and Alessia had entered, he shut the door, which vanished entirely, leaving a smooth wall without a doorknob or doorjamb in site. Small candle sconces lit the room up -- though it was still cold, the dim light now just barely revealed a vast room, the walls of which were lined with heavy, moss-like curtains. The stone floor had a similar slimy, mossy substance on it, as though they were in a strange, indoor swamp.

"I have called you here as their Head of House. It seems that this little band of snakelets fancies themselves quite the up and coming Dark Artists. In fact, it seems that Miss Riddle entertains notions that she is as cunning and wicked as the great Riddle of wizarding history, the one her family undoubtedly stole the name of to establish some sort of 'credibility'." He smirked at the girl. "As we at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry boast we offer the best magical education worldwide, I think that Miss Riddle and her little counterparts deserve a proper education to support their aspirations." He smirked at Riddle, his eyes flat and dispassionate. "Mr. Denver, you will be a teacher's assistant, helping us as a senior Slytherin in this endeavor."