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To get to Defence Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, or Muggle Studies, one will have to make use of the first floor corridor. Getting here is usually relatively easy if you're coming from one of the lower levels of the castle as you need only deal with the moving staircases for just a few minutes. Rugs with intricate patterns have been placed on the floor to soften your footsteps so that any learning going on inside the classrooms isn't disturbed.
Make sure you are not dilly dallying on your way to or from class. This corridor in particular is often times filled with students during the school day and a few professors pointing those who have managed to get lost in the right direction. Various doors flank this corridor, so make sure to memorize which of the portraits are outside of the classrooms you should be entering. And don't freak out when the corridor comes to a sudden halt -- the door at the end of the hallway will take you outside to the stone bridge and then to the rest of the first floor over in the next tower. Just keep moving!
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Despite the craziness that were still occurring at Hogwarts, Kaysha was in an undeniable good mood that evening as she left her office to head to the Great Hall for dinner. She was even humming a bit of an ancient song from her favourite band: The Script. Just why was she in such a good mood?
1. She had had a day full of wonderful lessons.
2. There had been minimal sightings of Fletcher and Head Dictator. Or at least, she had seen them only for a few minutes that day but the bonus? Kay had the opportunity of ignoring them completely as she went about her business.
She locked the office door carefully behind her and set off down to the Hall. Now the woman just wanted to wind down the night perfectly... and quietly.
October was quickly coming to an end. Hallowe’en was days away, and he certainly was not in a festive food. Holidays were so trivial, especially ones that had little meaning behind them and were only an excuse for children to beg for sweets and rot their teeth. But today, a day that was seemingly like any other, there was something he found worth celebrating.
"Right this way, Ainsworth," the man grunted, pointing a metal finger at the entrance to the first floor once they had made it to the landing.
Scrimgeour continued to lead the way as the duo stepped into the rugs and bypassed portrait after portrait. They soon passed the History of Magic classroom without a moment of hesitation and continued around the corner to...
"Ahh, Stewart," the headmaster said, his voice unnervingly smooth and cold. "Just the person I wanted to see."
Without saying another word, he pulled out from his pocket an envelope, sealed with the Hogwarts emblem, and held it out to the woman. His face remained expressionless and stone-like, but on the inside he was feeling like a boy on Christmas morning sitting in front of his presents under the tree.
Text Cut: Letter
Dear Kaysha Stewart,
After much deliberation, I, with support from the Hogwarts Board of Governors, request your dismissal from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. With the results of your formal staff evaluation and your seemingly continuous lack of issuing consequences in- and outside of the classroom when necessary in mind, I feel that this is the best decision for the wellbeing of the school and its students. In order for structured learning to successfully take place at Hogwarts, maintaining high expectations and following through on needed repercussions is of utmost importance.
Upon your reading of this letter, I ask that a prompt and quiet departure is made so that your replacement, Mr. Rafferty Ainsworth, can take over the roles of Muggle Studies professor and Ravenclaw Head of House immediately.
Rafferty did not need telling twice, keen as he was to replace that rebel of a Muggle Studies professor. The newly appointed replacement Professor, who was definitely not a man of many words unless absolutely needed, nodded. Rafferty followed Scrimgeour to enter the first floor. It was, after all, going to be his new home for who could say how long.
Rafferty was rather bored with Hogwart's decor. The portraits he did not pay attention to. It was the look on the Stewart's face he wanted to see when she realised she was being fired. It didn't take them long to find her.
Rafferty looked her up and down without much interest. An intense gaze locked on to the letter being held out then to her face.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
SPOILER!!: <_<
Quote:
Originally Posted by Julian Scrimgeour
October was quickly coming to an end. Hallowe’en was days away, and he certainly was not in a festive food. Holidays were so trivial, especially ones that had little meaning behind them and were only an excuse for children to beg for sweets and rot their teeth. But today, a day that was seemingly like any other, there was something he found worth celebrating.
"Right this way, Ainsworth," the man grunted, pointing a metal finger at the entrance to the first floor once they had made it to the landing.
Scrimgeour continued to lead the way as the duo stepped into the rugs and bypassed portrait after portrait. They soon passed the History of Magic classroom without a moment of hesitation and continued around the corner to...
"Ahh, Stewart," the headmaster said, his voice unnervingly smooth and cold. "Just the person I wanted to see."
Without saying another word, he pulled out from his pocket an envelope, sealed with the Hogwarts emblem, and held it out to the woman. His face remained expressionless and stone-like, but on the inside he was feeling like a boy on Christmas morning sitting in front of his presents under the tree.
Text Cut: Letter
Dear Kaysha Stewart,
After much deliberation, I, with support from the Hogwarts Board of Governors, request your dismissal from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. With the results of your formal staff evaluation and your seemingly continuous lack of issuing consequences in- and outside of the classroom when necessary in mind, I feel that this is the best decision for the wellbeing of the school and its students. In order for structured learning to successfully take place at Hogwarts, maintaining high expectations and following through on needed repercussions is of utmost importance.
Upon your reading of this letter, I ask that a prompt and quiet departure is made so that your replacement, Mr. Rafferty Ainsworth, can take over the roles of Muggle Studies professor and Ravenclaw Head of House immediately.
Thank you for your services to the school.
Signed:
Julian Scrimgeour
Hogwarts Headmaster
Quote:
Originally Posted by Rafferty Ainsworth
Rafferty did not need telling twice, keen as he was to replace that rebel of a Muggle Studies professor. The newly appointed replacement Professor, who was definitely not a man of many words unless absolutely needed, nodded. Rafferty followed Scrimgeour to enter the first floor. It was, after all, going to be his new home for who could say how long.
Rafferty was rather bored with Hogwart's decor. The portraits he did not pay attention to. It was the look on the Stewart's face he wanted to see when she realised she was being fired. It didn't take them long to find her.
Rafferty looked her up and down without much interest. An intense gaze locked on to the letter being held out then to her face.
A wide smirk played his lips.
The humming continued. Now that her hands were free, Kaysha was tying her hair loosely into a messy bun. It was at that moment she saw two figures approaching. There was no mistaking that metal arm. But who was the other man? He was certainly not familiar to her. The constant anger being held back each day that was caused just by seeing Scrimgeour or Fletcher, flamed up yet again within her chest. She dropped her hands from her hair as she continued walking. Could there be a possibility that she would be able to ignore the Head Dictator?
Unfortunately not.
He wanted to see her?
The woman arched an eyebrow at the Head then an icy blue gaze rested on the stranger. Why was he smirking? Did he realise how ugly he looked? The envelope being held out to her... she knew what it was immediately and for a moment, she felt as though her heart would tear through her ribs as it began to race and she reached out to take it.
The letter was retrieved and Kay read it silently, her mouth pressed into a thin line. She could stand it no more, that composure that she was so good at keeping. Her hands began to shake as they were lowered to her side. The letter, in her right one, crumpled slightly where she gripped it. "You run this School like the military. How well do you think that will work out?'' Kaysha hissed. "Do you honestly think that I'm the only one that will rebel?'' She laughed in his face, a cold one laugh that no one would have heard before. "You're going down the path similar to the one of Dolores Umbridge; we all know how well that situation ended for her. I cannot wait for the day that you and your minions will be thrown out and Regina reinstated.''
The letter was fully crumpled as she spun on her heels and marched back to her office. There was packing to be done and already she was thinking of making contact with Regina.
The old man watched has the incompetent Muggle Studies professor opened the letter and read it. There was a grotesque glimmer in his eyes, suggesting that he was enjoying this moment far more than he should have. He had to admit it to himself, he was enjoying this. It was a great feeling, getting rid of a weakling that had no appreciation for the work they were doing here at the school, to make it a safer environment and overall a fine establishment for learning. People like Kaysha Stewart, in his opinion, were poison to that effort. Luckily enough, he knew how to promptly weed them out and replace them with something of value.
The words that came out of the woman's mouth made him want to grunt and roll his eyes. Instead, a small smile played on his lips. More out of mockery than anything.
Of course, he had a response to everything she said. But no words came out. There was no point in wasting his time explaining the school's vision to someone who was no longer employed there. If she couldn't wrap her mind around it before when she was part of the staff, then it wouldn't click in her mind now.
But, if she had any common sense, she would look at the successes of Durmstrang. She would know that he was taking action against the rebels like her, rather than let them fester in the school, poisoning the minds of students, like that Umbridge woman did. The biggest weed was no longer going to be an issue for him anymore. Structure was key to running this school, and everything would fall into place in due time.
As the woman marched away, Scrimgeour turned toward Ainsworth. "I recommend following her to your office," he said to the man, nodding toward the direction Stewart wandered off to. "Make sure she doesn't linger for too long. I'll see you down in the Great Hall at five for supper."
With that said, he (not caring about the crumpled letter on the floor) began his walk down the corridor the way they came and was soon out of sight.
Beth Greyvson was mostly clean – really. It was the best she was going to get after spending the entire last period of the day in the art classroom painting merlin knows what…it looked like a runny potato whatever that was. Truly, she wasn’t an artiste or however Cordelia always said it…she was just Beth.
The blonde slytherin girl spent a moment trying to scrape a bit of the paint off of her hand as she walked down the hall. It was then, mid step that she heard it the sound of parchment crumpling beneath her feet. What the?
Looking down she carefully picked up the letter and well…maybe it was gossip? Everyone knew gossip was fun right? Still her eyes widened as she saw the name on it – the names…Professor Stewart had been fired? ”excuse me, sorry” she muttered to whoever was around as she defiantly folded the paper into a neat square and tucked it into her robe pocket.
THIS needed to be brought to someone…maybe – maybe Professor Wayland? He seemed like he’d be helpful.
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Whatever Rafferty had heard about Kaysha Stewart it wasn’t about her being a firecracker. Color him impressed. The fire in her eyes and speech were burning through. Rafferty was here for a purpose which was to replace her, to enforce stricter rules which she was not doing.
There was a curt nod to Scrimgeour. Yes dinner. Rafferty was getting hungry already. Without any hesitation Rafferty followed Stewart. The student (Anabeth)he passed was ignored. His calm gaze was fixed on Stewart. His trunk was already here and he was impatient to get to unpacking. Not to mention settling in to his new positions of power: Muggle Studies Professor and Ravenclaw Head of House. Power. Power was a wonderful thing.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
Hearing the footsteps behind her, Kaysha turned to look behind her and was mad to see that her replacement was following her. No doubt the Head Dictator had put him up to this. Her nostril seemed to flare as she turned back to look before her and pushed the door open. Once in, she slammed it shut just before Ainsworth could reach it. The result was that there was a resonating SLAM and she hoped that the door had practically slammed in his face.
Her hands were still shaking as she used her wand to neatly pack everything that she owned into her trunks. Every piece of her clothing, every photo frame of her precious kiddos, her laptop and obviously everything else that she had brought along to personalise her office. As she packed, Kay thought of her fellow professors, especially Gaston, Tristan, Kalen and of course, Foster. There wasn’t time to say goodbye. In any case, they would find out what happened sooner or later.
The former professor took one last look around her office before pushing the door open roughly, not caring if the door hit Ainsworth in his face.
There was no evidence that Kaysha Alexandra Stewart ever taught at Hogwarts now.
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