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Office of Professor Mancini The office of Professor Mancini is a fairly straight forward office, with a large desk and a comfortable ergonomically designed chair on one side of the desk. The other side of the desk are two comfortable seats for visitors to chat and discuss anything charms (or not!) related. Along the one side of the wall is a bookshelf that contains numerous healing and charms books, along with a couple candid family photos (one of her and her sisters, Josephina and Alexandria, the other other of her husband and two now grown children) that remind her to keep calm on the more stressful days. There's also a framed certificate to serve as an accolade for her time as a St Mungos Healer / Director. |
Margaret did not like talking to professors in their offices Yet here she was, outside Professor Mancini's office. She had not knocked, because once you knocked you were committed talking to them and Margaret was feeling very non-committal. Maybe she should come back later. She could ask Cailyn to help, or maybe she could owl Aboli or Cooper. Or she could come back later. But...well, she was already here, and Mancini was nice. Margaret adjusted the glasses she'd chosen to wear that day and lifted a hand to knock... and then dropped her hand without knocking and took a few steps back. Yep. Non-committal. |
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"Margaret. Are you..... is everything okay?" Hospital wing can wait. |
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It was one thing to take her sweet time knocking, but to have Professor Mancini walk out while she was still... While she was still thinking.... Deciding.... Whether to even knock. Turning bright red, Margaret tucked hee hands in her pockets and looked down at her shoes. Yep....they were still tied. "Yes, ma'am, I'm...fine. Everything is okay," she said firmly, still looking at the floor. She hadn't had time to figure out exactly what to say, though, given how unexpectedly the door has.opened. So that was all she did say. And it was true. Everything was okay. |
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"Do you want to talk?" She nodded her head back, gesturing to the comfortable couch in her office. "I have tea and biscuits." She was aware that some students were uneasy about taking refreshments from professors, but she hoped her expression showcased one of trust. |
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She finally looked up and smiled slightly, hands still safely in her pockets. And then she noticed the gesture and, yes, the couch beyond. It didn't seem like the worst idea, having tea and talking with Mancini. That was why she'd come, after all, even if she...couldn't...quite...phrase why she'd come. Maybe Mancini would have to do the talking to start off. She shuffled toward the door, which was much less scary now that she didn't need to knock. Maybe she'd have a biscuit, too, with the tea. |
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She chewed her lip, as Margaret took in the couch, waiting for the briefest of moments. The charms professor gently turned towards her tea set as she set to boiling the water and fixing her a cup. "Cream and sugar?" She asked, grateful for this tea set purchase, because it meant not having to go to the great hall just when she wanted a relaxing cup of tea. |
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Oh. The professor had asked a question. Margaret blinked at her, having been a bit distracted and missed the question. She gave the slightest frown, trying to think back to if Mancini had been talking about something other than the tea and biscuits? But if she had, Margaret had missed that too. But she couldn't just ignore her and she didn't know the question, which left only one option. "Forty-two?" she guessed. The answer to the question, every question, according to an old film she'd seen with her dad. Little did she know it was a nonsensical answer to a question about how she took her tea. |
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As she poured two cups of tea, she looked back at expectantly for an answer about how she took her tea and blinked. She doubted very much that Margaret took forty-two spoonfuls of sugar in her tea, which left only one thing was that the sixth year was checked out. Leaving the cups of tea at the serving tray, the professor turned and walked to sit beside Margaret on the couch. "I'm not sure what's going on and you don't have tell me, but I will tell you this. You don't have to know what you want just yet. It's okay to try something and quit or even fail." Was it wrong as a professor to be encouraging failure? Perhaps, but she wasn't finished yet. She swallowed before continuing. "The important thing is to keep going. Try something and if it doesn't work out, either try again or try something new. Just ... keep going. And know that where you're headed is much more important than the past." |
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Not that she'd be that particular and not that she'd figured out the right question she'd been supposed to answer. She frowned, still running her hand along the blanket on the arm of the couch. What was Mancini talking about now? She was supposed to quit? That was...that was not...she didn't want to quit. Margaret shook her head. "Sorry," she said, not really sure what she was apologizing for but feeling like it was the right thing to say. Mancini's advice...was that what it was, advice? It strangely made her want to cry, like it was somehow what she'd been meaning to ask to hear and yet at the same time...absolutely not what she wanted to hear. She didn't want to give up on anything. She just wanted...a backup plan. Yes, that was it. A backup plan. "I was wondering," she said, slowly at first. "What kinds of...um, like, jobs are there? That use charms. Because I'm good at charms. And quidditch. And, like, not much else." THERE. She took a deep breath, shaking her head again as if to clear water or doubts from her ears. "I'm just...what if I'm not good enough?" she whispered. At Quidditch, she meant. She needed a backup plan, in case she wasn't good enough at Quidditch. |
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