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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry Headmistress - Prof. Regina Hawthorne (Zoe) Headmaster - Prof. Julian Scrimgeour (Julian Scrimgeour) Deputy Head - Prof. Gaston Marchand (MadMadamMalfoy)
School Staff Ancient Runes - Prof. Katrina Sabra (PhoenixRising) Arithmancy - Prof. Foster Davis (Birchwoodmom) Astronomy - Prof. Kalen Kennedy (MunchyBubbles) Prof. Gustave Le Roux (Gustave Le Roux) CoMC - Prof. Tristan Wayland (Suziella) Charms - Prof. Gaston Marchand (MadMadamMalfoy) DADA - Prof. Regina Hawthorne (Zoe) Prof. Julian Scrimgeour (Julian Scrimgeour) Divination - VACANT Prof. Calvin Fletcher (Calvin Fletcher) Flying - Mr. Haraldur Baldvinsson (potterobsessionist) Herbology - Prof. Joshua Wishart (Nordic Witch) History of Magic - Prof. Alice O'Hara (Goblinfrog) Muggle Studies - Prof. Kaysha Stewart (FearlessLeader19) Prof. Rafferty Ainsworth (Rafferty Ainsworth) Potions - Prof. Ignatius Noble (hermygirl) Transfiguration - Prof. Celestia Grimsbane (Nifflerfan)
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Hufflepuff House Ghost - Fat Friar Head of House - Prof. Ignatius Noble (hermygirl) House Prefects - Derfael Ashburry-Hawthorne (sweetpinkpixie), Daisy Swann (Ginevra) House Captain - Bel Macindoe (Tegz)
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Slytherin House Ghost - Bloody Baron Head of House - Prof. Kalen Kennedy (MunchyBubbles) House Prefects - Maxton Carden (Waterloo), Destiny St. James (NPC) House Captain - Patrick Dooley (siriusblackliveson)
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The door to the Entrance Hall suddenly opened and an old figure slipping through, rain dripping down from his face and onto the floor. Scrimgeour, of course, wasn't fazed by this. He had endured far, far worse in his day. But he was a bit taken aback at the sight of the student clad in blue just pacing outside of the Great Hall. If memory served him right, ALL of the students were to be sitting at their respective tables. What made THIS girl so special, hmm? Even worse, why were those at the staff table letting her break ranks?
But the man did not bother asking the girl what she was doing out there in the hall by herself. He simply grunted at her disapprovingly and kept on walking, moving through the threshold of the large double doors, his former wand arm, a metal prosthesis, was digging in his coat pocket for something very important.
Was Fletcher keeping up with him? The man sure hoped so. He expected nothing less.
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Scrimgeour ignored that red-headed hag who had the nerve to berate him mere moments ago. By the time he was halfway to the staff table, she was long forgotten and he had managed to pull out a sealed envelope from his pocket. He paid no attention to the students he was bypassing. In fact, he didn't even cast one look at them — there was bound to be a tie that was improperly done or an untucked shirt or a student out of place. No, his focus was set on someone else for the time being: the person who would be receiving the letter he bore.
"Good evening," he gruffly addressed the adults when he arrived at their table. His face remained rather blank, expressionless, cold even.
Without saying anything else, he pointed a finger at the vacant seat right next to the golden throne, indicating that was where Fletcher was to make himself at home. As for where he would be sitting, the man gave his white beard a tug with his left hand while simultaneously permitting his prosthesis to hand over the sealed envelope to Regina Hawthorne.
The old man made eye contact with the woman and then murmured, "This is for you." Scrimgeour was already counting how long it was taking for her to move.
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Dear Regina Hawthorne,
After much deliberation, the Hogwarts Board of Governors, with support from the Minister for Magic, request your dismissal from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Taking the events of the past few terms under your supervision and numerous concerns from parents pertaining to the term prior into consideration, we feel that this is the best decision for the overall safety and wellbeing of the school and its students.
Upon your reading of this letter, we ask that a prompt and quiet departure is made so that the newly appointed Headmaster, Julian Scrimgeour, can assume immediate leadership of the school.
We sincerely apologise for the short notice of this message and any inconvenience that it may bring.
Signed:
Alanna Marsh
Hogwarts Board of Governors
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Ooh, this keeps getting interesting!
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The woman’s words did nothing to soften the man’s demeanour, if anything it made him all the more unimpressed with the girl. Head Girl. Head Girl and blatantly disregarding rules. Was this how things were done around here? He supposed it didn’t matter anymore. Hogwarts was in for some serious changes.
Calvin moved behind Scrimgeour, looking neither to the left nor the right. His gaze was set on what he assumed would be his seat.
He too gave a gruff sort of greeting, his own drifting closer to the curt side of life as he took the seat his colleague pointed to. He nodded to his neighbour on his right but engaged no further. Instead, his attention was turned toward the letter being offered and the woman next to him who was now sitting in the wrong seat.
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The speech has been given? Or has it?
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Originally Posted by Julian Scrimgeour
One ... two ... three ... four ... Why was this woman taking so long to get out of HIS seat? Did he need to read the letter out loud for her?
A hint of a smile played on his lips the moment Hawthorne rose from her seat. His icy blue eyes watched as she made her way around the table. Shifting his body ever so slightly, he watched as she made her departure down between two of the tables and out of sight. At this time, his eyes fell on the throng of students in the room. He was certain those that had been paying attention to their surroundings wondering what had just taken place.
Leaving his throne empty for the moment, he stepped forward to the owl-shaped podium and loudly cleared his throat. "As a sign of respect, stand." There was no need for him to say 'please' — it was an order, a command that he expected them all to follow without question or complaint. Scrimgeour waited for every single student and even the staff members to so before continuing.
"The Hogwarts Board of Governors, upon evaluating the events that have taken place at this school under her reign and the concerns of many parents regarding the incident that took place last term, have requested that your former headmistress be dismissed. I, Headmaster Scrimgeour, will be taking her place. This decision has been carefully made by the Board with support from the Ministry, and I am happy to come out of years of retirement as an ex-Auror to assume this position and restore Hogwarts back to its former glory."
He then made a gesture with his metal prosthesis toward Fletcher. "With me tonight, I have brought a new staff member who will be teaching Divination: Professor Fletcher. A worthy candidate who is far more qualified than my predecessor's selection."
As for the other new staff, they went unintroduced. The old man didn't know who was new or who was not. Quite frankly, he didn't care. All that mattered to him was that they did their job the right way.
"This term is going to be one of improvement," he carried on. "It has become evident that there has been a severe lack of safety protocol as well as regard for school rules. This year we will be returning to the basics and adopting a new school initiative. Change is on the way for Hogwarts. Because of this, total compliance is asked for while these necessary changes progressively take place. There will be no need to question or go against the changes that this initiative will bring for they are for your own benefit and safety."
There was a brief pause after this, which allowed for the information to sink in to those that were paying attention. As he stood there, Scrimgeour considered elaborating but in the end decided against it. They would know soon enough.
"I could go into more detail about what is to come, but that would be a lot to process for one night. For now, enjoy the feast and make sure you get plenty of rest for your first day of classes." They would be needing it...
The old man then walked away from the lectern and around the staff table, but there was no food or beverages appeared on any of the tables as he did so. When Scrimgeour made it to his throne, he then snapped two metal fingers together, causing plates of food and pitchers of drink to appear. He sat down and then grunted, "You may be seated."
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Apparently, the gargoyle didn't get the memo.....
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Originally Posted by Julian Scrimgeour
As soon as the feast was over, Scrimgeour started making his way up to the second floor. Along the way, he had to bark after a few students who didn't report immediately to their dormitory. They were lucky to have encountered him in slightly better spirits, in which his stomach was full and all he wanted to do was sit in front of the fire before turning in for the night.
The old man paid no attention to the suits of armour as he walked down the corridor, getting closer and closer to the entrance to what was now his office. He heard their helmets turning, but he knew that they wouldn't attack him. This was his school now.
But apparently the gargoyle did not get the memo. Needless to say, he was rather displeased when it didn't automatically step aside for him the moment he was standing face-to-face with it.
"This is Headmaster Scrimgeour speaking. Step aside, gargoyle," he ordered gruffly, already beginning to lose patience with the slab of stone.
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Naturally, the gargoyle did not budge an inch while the old man approached it. It even remained stoic as ever even after he demanded entry. Regardless of what the man said, the statue was not going to leap to the side and allow him to tread up the spiral staircase it was guarding. It had no plans on moving at all for anyone in fact.
Its loyalty still remained with the woman who once resided there.
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The lack of movement from the gargoyle was getting on Scrimgeour's nerves. His metal hand balled up into a fist, and he was on the verge of pulling out his wand to make the chunk of stone move if it wasn't going to willingly let him go past it.
"I, Headmaster Julian Scrimgeour, order you to move," he grunted at the gargoyle, giving it one last chance to change its mind. This was a disgrace to someone who was in charge of the school, an ex-Auror, and recipient of an Order of Merlin, First Class!
But, again, there was no movement. Was this some sort of revenge from that Hawthorne woman?
At this point, his left hand drew a wand from his pocket and casted nonverbal spell after nonverbal spell. In spite of his efforts, the gargoyle still did not move. Riled up, he was tempted to blast the statue into smithereens. Instead the old man slammed his metal fist against the stone, affecting it in no way whatsoever, and stormed down the corridor. Surely that dismal-looking Deputy Head would know how to get around the stubbornness of the gargoyle.
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A little morning exercise anyone?
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Hopefully you listened to Headmaster Scrimgeour's words during the feast and took the phrase 'make sure you get plenty of rest for your first day of classes' to heart. Bright and early, before the sun was even up, a blaring noise fills the entire castle. It is so loud that it is sure to wake any heavy sleeper.
"EVERYONE IS TO REPORT TO THE QUIDDITCH PITCH FOR THE DAILY S.O.R.E. — SPECIAL OBLIGATORY RUNNING EXERCISES — IN TWENTY MINUTES," booms a gruffy voice. "THOSE WHO DO NOT SHOW UP WILL FACE SERIOUS CONSEQUENCES."
The sound and the message continue on repeat, only the amount of time decreases with each minute that passes by. Hurry up, throw on some running clothes, and get down to the Quidditch Pitch!
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...
And that included the professors who needed a reminder of who was in charge now, such as that Muggle Studies professor.
"Stewart, is it?" the headmaster asked gruffly in response to her 'greeting.' It was more of a rhetorical question than anything. There were more important things to him than getting someone's name right. "It has come to my attention that you and some of your colleagues did not stand during my speech last night." There was a lengthy pause before he spoke again, casting a glance at the Creatures professor too. He was hearing this, right? "You and those select colleagues, whenever they arrive, can join the students in running laps this morning and set a good example." His order was nonnegotiable. They, honestly, were lucky to still have their jobs.
...
"Right then. Let's not waste any more precious time," he grunted at them all. "Every morning at this time you all will be running laps around the pitch. While obligatory, this is not a punishment. In fact, it is for your benefit. Research has shown that morning exercise improves both mental and physical energy. Doing the S.O.R.E. will get your blood flowing, kickstart your brain, ensure you are awake during your lessons, improve classroom performance overall, and build character."
Did they all hear that? There was logic behind all of this, whether they liked having to crawl out of bed at the break of dawn or not.
"You will be making five laps around the pitch. When you are done, you can go rinse off, put on your uniform, and report to the Great Hall for breakfast," Scrimgeour explained. "Those who refuse to complete their S.O.R.E. will lose House points, serve detention, have privileges revoked..." His voice trailed off. They would also find out about the jinx soon enough. He doubted everyone had made it to the pitch, which meant there would be a number of students walking around with boils sprouting and spelling out 'TROLL' across their forehead.
He, directing a nod toward Fletcher, then motioned at the entrance of the pitch with his metal prosthesis. "Begin."
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Fun times, Hogwarts friends. Prefects can now take points.
Posted in the Prefect bathroom:
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Head Boy, Head Girl, and Prefects:
Under my leadership as Headmaster, I am reinstating point docking to your list of responsibilities. As your role requires you to act as a bridge between students and staff, your aid in enforcing the school rules is required with this ability to deduct points from students. Allowing you to do so is to ensure that every student at Hogwarts is behaving the way they are supposed to and to give those that are not an immediate consequence when a professor is not present.
With this power comes great responsibility. The following are the guidelines I expect you to follow:
You may deduct points from students of any House. You cannot deduct points from the Head Boy, Head Girl, or another Prefect; should they not follow the rules themselves, they must be reported to me immediately.
If you see a student breaking any of the school rules, you must dock points from them — even if they are your friend or from your own House. You are held in a position of authority over them and were selected because of your adherence to the school rules.
Point deductions must be logged in the black leather pocket notebook provided for you. Simply write the student's name, their House, the point value to be docked, and the reason for points needing to be docked from them. There is no need to turn these books in to me on a regular basis as what you write in them will magically appear on a master list that is kept in my possession.
If a student is breaking a major school rule that require more than mere point loss, notify the appropriate Head of House as well as myself immediately.
Do not abuse this power or refuse to use it when school rules are being broken, or you will be the one facing the consequences.
If there are any questions or concerns about point docking or any of your existing responsibilities, communicate with your Head of House or myself.
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Even when Headmaster Scrimgeour isn't standing directly in front of you in the Great Hall or during a Defence lesson, he still has managed to remind everyone of his presence. Every hour since the first day of classes, from the morning wake-up call to the calling of lights out, his gruffy voice booms from the school loudspeakers.
"All arriving and departing owl posts are to be checked for contraband and questionable subject matter."
Now that it is October, have the school rules been engrained in your mind yet? You had better be following them ... or else.
Y I K E S
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Even when Headmaster Scrimgeour isn't standing directly in front of you in the Great Hall or during a Defence lesson, he still has managed to remind everyone of his presence. Every hour since the first day of classes, from the morning wake-up call to the calling of lights out, his gruffy voice booms from the school loudspeakers.
"With the exception of the morning S.O.R.E., uniforms must be worn at all times outside of the common rooms. Ties are to properly done, shirts tucked in, trousers ironed, and shoes clean."
Now that it is October, have the school rules been engrained in your mind yet? You had better be following them ... or else.
bye bye free dress
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Even when Headmaster Scrimgeour isn't standing directly in front of you in the Great Hall or during a Defence lesson, he still has managed to remind everyone of his presence. Every hour since the first day of classes, from the morning wake-up call to the calling of lights out, his gruffy voice booms from the school loudspeakers.
"Zero tolerance is in effect for an attitude of defiance."
Now that it is October, have the school rules been engrained in your mind yet? You had better be following them ... or else.
welp...
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And just a few more rules for everyone to follow....
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Even when Headmaster Scrimgeour isn't standing directly in front of you in the Great Hall or during a Defence lesson, he still has managed to remind everyone of his presence. Every hour since the first day of classes, from the morning wake-up call to the calling of lights out, his gruffy voice booms from the school loudspeakers.
"All students are to report to the Great Hall for super at 5 PM and remain inside the castle unless accompanied by a professor."
Now that it is October, have the school rules been engrained in your mind yet? You had better be following them ... or else.
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Even when Headmaster Scrimgeour isn't standing directly in front of you in the Great Hall or during a Defence lesson, he still has managed to remind everyone of his presence. Every hour since the first day of classes, from the morning wake-up call to the calling of lights out, his gruffy voice booms from the school loudspeakers.
"All students are to report to their common room at 9 PM for curfew, and no talking after lights out at 10 PM."
Now that it is October, have the school rules been engrained in your mind yet? You had better be following them ... or else.
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Even when Headmaster Scrimgeour isn't standing directly in front of you in the Great Hall or during a Defence lesson, he still has managed to remind everyone of his presence. Every hour since the first day of classes, from the morning wake-up call to the calling of lights out, his gruffy voice booms from the school loudspeakers.
"No public displays of affection are allowed – not even hand-holding."
Now that it is October, have the school rules been engrained in your mind yet? You had better be following them ... or else.
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Since her departure from Hogwarts, Regina had found herself working at Gringotts once more. Mind you, the desk job wasn't nearly as satisfying as her former position at the school, but it was at least providing her with employment until her transfer to Egyptian branch was approved and she could be rummaging through the tombs like in her former glory days as a Curse-Breaker.
In the meantime, she was enjoying her evenings off the clock. More often than she cared to admit, the woman found herself at the Leaky Cauldron. Today was no different, except tonight she was not planning on dining alone.
Rather than sit at her usual place up at the bar, she had ordered herself a glass of wine and snagged an open booth. She had more than enough patience in her to wait for Roderik to show up before ordering supper. Keeping herself preoccupied until she showed up, she pulled out a copy of the Prophet from her bag (only flipping to see if there was anything about the school) and gingerly sipped her drink.
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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.
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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
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An expected occurrence each and every day, Scrimgeour's low and rough voice booms from the school loudspeakers on the hour without fail. Certain events that transpired throughout October and early November brought with it a number of new school rules, whether you are in favour of them or not. It is better best that you not tune out the headmaster if you wish to avoid point loss, detention, or worse.
"Upon arrival to class, all students are to remain standing, without speaking, until the lesson begins as a sign of respect."
Hopefully you will be able to keep these rules straight ... or, if you dare, you'll choose not to. The choice is yours.
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An expected occurrence each and every day, Scrimgeour's low and rough voice booms from the school loudspeakers on the hour without fail. Certain events that transpired throughout October and early November brought with it a number of new school rules, whether you are in favour of them or not. It is better best that you not tune out the headmaster if you wish to avoid point loss, detention, or worse.
"If you see suspicious activity or anyone breaking the school rules, you are required to report it immediately."
Hopefully you will be able to keep these rules straight ... or, if you dare, you'll choose not to. The choice is yours.
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An expected occurrence each and every day, Scrimgeour's low and rough voice booms from the school loudspeakers on the hour without fail. Certain events that transpired throughout October and early November brought with it a number of new school rules, whether you are in favour of them or not. It is better best that you not tune out the headmaster if you wish to avoid point loss, detention, or worse.
"Weekend trips to Hogsmeade have been cancelled until further notice."
Hopefully you will be able to keep these rules straight ... or, if you dare, you'll choose not to. The choice is yours.
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An expected occurrence each and every day, Scrimgeour's low and rough voice booms from the school loudspeakers on the hour without fail. Certain events that transpired throughout October and early November brought with it a number of new school rules, whether you are in favour of them or not. It is better best that you not tune out the headmaster if you wish to avoid point loss, detention, or worse.
"Removal of food and drink from the Great Hall and Kitchen is prohibited. Food and beverages are allowed only in these designated areas. Water is the only exception."
Hopefully you will be able to keep these rules straight ... or, if you dare, you'll choose not to. The choice is yours.
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An expected occurrence each and every day, Scrimgeour's low and rough voice booms from the school loudspeakers on the hour without fail. Certain events that transpired throughout October and early November brought with it a number of new school rules, whether you are in favour of them or not. It is better best that you not tune out the headmaster if you wish to avoid point loss, detention, or worse.
"When lock-down is called, you are to stop whatever it is you are doing and go directly to your common room."
Hopefully you will be able to keep these rules straight ... or, if you dare, you'll choose not to. The choice is yours.
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An expected occurrence each and every day, Scrimgeour's low and rough voice booms from the school loudspeakers on the hour without fail. Certain events that transpired throughout October and early November brought with it a number of new school rules, whether you are in favour of them or not. It is better best that you not tune out the headmaster if you wish to avoid point loss, detention, or worse.
"No contraband items are permitted. See the bulletin board on the gound floor for a complete list of forbidden items."
Hopefully you will be able to keep these rules straight ... or, if you dare, you'll choose not to. The choice is yours.
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Originally Posted by Julian Scrimgeour
The old man was tempted to tell the Hufflepuff Prefect to shut his mouth. He didn't need an spoken novel told to him about why he was in Astronomy and all of the other mumbo jumbo that was spewing out of his mouth. Scrimgeour didn't care. All he cared about was getting a straight-to-the-point answer. All the banter was wasting his time.
A stern look was given to Ashburry-Hawthorne. Hopefully he took the hint. He had done enough by reporting the Astronomy professor.
Cambridge's answer was exactly what he wanted. It was short and told him enough to know what had happened. If there was anything the man hoped the Hufflepuff learned, it was precision of language, without the rambling and emotions.
No words of appreciation were given to the Prefect and Head Girl. The man didn't felt the need to give them, for it was their job to report rule-breaking in all of its forms. But this was a matter of utmost seriousness. A professor was promoting the breaking of rules AND denying education. Scrimgeour knew Kennedy was weak and had a hunch that he would snap eventually.
"Kennedy's behaviour certainly will not be tolerated under my command," he finally stated, his voice sounding nastier than usual. The man was quite a stickler for hashing out consequences to those who deserved it, professors included.
His cold eyes then fell back onto the two students. "You two will be coming with me," Scrimgeour grunted at the two student leaders. They were witnesses of what all had happened, and they were going to continue to be witnesses. As for O'Hara, the man looked at her and added, "You are welcome to join us."
With nothing more to say, he led the way out of the hall. They would be waiting for the rogue Astronomy professor in the courtyard. What a spectacle that was going to be.
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Originally Posted by Julian Scrimgeour
The cold winter night didn't affect the headmaster at all as he stepped out of the castle and onto the courtyard. He had dealt with worse climates and even worse situations in the past. Tonight, though, there was something warming him up inside. That something was in his robe pocket, something he was eager to hand over to the Astronomy professor.
Of course, he wasn't going to bombard the lesson and bring it to a sudden end. No, he had something else in mind. Either way, their would be witnesses. Order would be restored. He had O'Hara to back him up, and both Ashburry-Hawthorne and Cambridge were witnesses to the issue at hand regarding Kennedy and would be there to see the consequence be enacted.
So he just stood there, waiting for the man and the students who decided to not leave the man's lesson to make their way to the castle from the lake. There was total silence from him as puffs of air come out of his nostrils.
He was looking forward to seeing the look on Kennedy's face when he arrived and saw them waiting there.
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Did the headmaster care that Ashburry-Hawthorne and Cambridge didn't want to be there? No. Did he care that the Head Girl said she was ill and that the Hufflepuff Prefect looked ill? No. They, including O'Hara, were to be present for this. There was purpose in all of it, which was that they needed to see that he was not going to accept any form of rebellion. The school would fail to thrive with that poison being allowed to spread.
Student leaders, just as regular students, were responsible for reporting any rule-breaking. Even if it was a professor breaking them. Everyone was to be held accountable under his command.
Just like he didn't want any rebelling students under his watch, he didn't want unsupportive staff. It was clearly disrupting order and progress, and any disruption was to be stamped out before it spread like wildfire.
The sight of Kennedy, after his lesson had come to an end, prompted Scrimgeour to reach into his pocket and hold in his hand the item that the man was expecting to receive. Without saying a word, the man held out the sealed envelope for the man to take.
Say hello to Stewart, he thought, a hint of a smug look appearing on his face.
Text Cut: Letter
Dear Kalen Kennedy,
I, with support from the Hogwarts Board of Governors, request your dismissal from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. With your recent act of defiance against the school rules and therefore not leading by example, 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, it is expected of all professors to support and adhere to the school rules and provide students with a sound education. Your actions prompted students to either break the rules, which encouraged them that rule-breaking is acceptable under your watch, or leave class, which denied them of their education. These acts cannot and will not be tolerated at Hogwarts.
Upon your reading of this letter, I ask that a prompt and quiet departure is made so that a suitable replacement can take over the roles of Astronomy professor and Slytherin Head of House immediately.
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Originally Posted by Julian Scrimgeour
The headmaster had arrived in the Great Hall for their scheduled lunch a few minutes later than usual. He had troublemakers to take care of before making his way down. By the sight of the hall, it seemed like there would be more troublemakers in the mix.
His gaze first landed on the Slytherin Captain and the Ravenclaw, one of which had already started eating and one of which was technically not in the right place. Scrimgeour's eyes narrowed. Did he have to make even more rules for things that should have been common sense? It was polite to wait for the head of the school to be seated before eating, and each of the Houses had their own table for a reason.
Fortunately for the boys, the old man was forced to direct his attention to the staff table. He turned just in time to see the Care of Magical Creatures professor attack his highly qualified Astronomy replacement.
Scrimgeour was ... not surprised. He knew that Wayland wouldn't last long after the departure of his precious butterfly of a friend. It was only a matter of time for the bad egg to crack.
"WAYLAND!" the man grunted at the top of his lungs.
He quickly made his way up to the staff table. Parchment and a self-inking quill had been conjured. They were writing away as the ex-Auror moved toward Le Roux to undo any potential spells that may have hit and help the poor man up.
"Pack your bags and leave immediately. You are fired," he spat at Wayland. For good measure, he sent the completed letter over to him with a wave of his metallic hand and then pointed at the large double doors.
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Dear Tristan Wayland,
As a result of the incident that just took place in the Great Hall, I request your dismissal from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. With your attack of Prof. Gustave Le Roux in mind, I feel that this is the best decision for the wellbeing of the school and its students. Physically assaulting another colleague has revealed a severe lack of professionalism, and doing so in front of students has showed that you are unstable and therefore unfit to teach children.
Upon your reading of this letter, I ask that a prompt and quiet departure is made so that a suitable replacement can take over the role of Care of Magical Creatures professor immediately.
Thank you for your services to the school.
Signed:
Julian Scrimgeour
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Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy
Gaston nodded at Foster's words, managing a small smile for the younger man. Before he could reply, Joshua echoed Foster's sentiments, and he too got a little smile from the Frenchman. "Thank you," he said with a slight catch in his throat. He appreciated their compassion more than they knew! He'd spent the past several months constantly on guard, just waiting for Scrimgeour and his posse to attack him. It was nice to know there were still some people at Hogwarts who didn't have it out for him!
His expression changed at Foster and Joshua's answers to his question. He thought for a moment. Deep down, he knew they were right; Kay, Tristan, Kalen, and Regina would help. They were better people than he was! As much as he loved these students, he didn't think he'd have it in him to rally around a school that betrayed him. Scrimgeour might have fired them, but he never would've been in a position to do so if the Board of Governors hadn't been so quick to blame the staff for everything. In their typical knee jerk reaction, they caused more damage than that horde of Inferi ever could!
"I hope you're right," Gaston said. He had to stifle a laugh as Foster called Tristan and Kalen inseparable. Well, that was certainly one word to describe them... He liked Tristan and Kalen, but he always felt like an outsider around those two. Since he guessed their secret, he felt that even more so. It wasn't that he wasn't happy for them; he was just sadder for himself... It was hard not to feel jealous that they gained something from the attack while he lost everything. He shook his head, willing himself not to give in to the dark thoughts. They were going to need Tristan and Kalen to take back the school! "Anyway, it can't hurt to ask..."
Feeling a little better now, Gaston rose from his chair and crossed the room to one of the tables. He tore a page out of his little black book and gripped his pen, poised to write the message. He couldn't help but beam as the others agreed with his idea, though Joshua's question got a shake of his head in reply. "I'm afraid I don't have one, but we could still make this work. We'll just send a quick note requesting a list of items..."
Katrina's words got a slight eyebrow raise in response. Gaston hadn't thought about that, but she was right. "Good point," he said. "So what kind of code shall we use?" Suddenly an idea struck him. "I know! What if we use a series of spelling and grammar errors? Scrimgeour would be inspecting for content, not proofreading for mistakes. IF anything, he'd just think I'm a lazy writer..." Fueled by a burst of inspiration, he put pen to paper and wrote the following note:
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Drear Mr. Killingsworth:
Thank you fer processing my last order so promptly! Everything was of fine guality! In the interest of our continued business, i would line to request the fallowing items,
Letterhound journal
Hogwarts themed screpbook
Self-inking quil
2 capes off-white parchment
Unclosed you will find payment for she requested items. It would be greatly apreciated if you could lend packege at your erliest conveniense.
Kind regerds,
Gaston Marchand
When he finished, he set down his pen and turned to the group. "How's this? It's an order for Scrivenshaft's in Hogsmeade. The errors spell: Regina, help us please...." His eyes scanned the room for reaction. "If you don't like it, we can always rewrite it...." Hopefully that wouldn't need to happen. Gaston's good eye darted nervously toward the door. The longer they were in here, the greater the chances they'd be caught. They needed to finish up - and fast!
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Originally Posted by Birchwoodmom
Foster began to relax as Gaston's appearance appeared calmer. He was no longer worried the man would explode or faint. With his attention back to the task at hand, he listened to the plans being made and nodded in agreement.
Once Gaston was finished, he took a quick look over the coded order form. "That should work. I can't imagine Scrimegour giving it more than a quick glance. Nothing exciting happening there." He looked to Joshua and Katrina to see if they were in agreement. "We need to get it sent out as soon as possible. I'm not sure how much more the students can take." Or the professors. The mental health of all of them was deteriorating at a far too rapid rate.
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Katrina felt like an awful colleague for not really knowing much about Tristan or Kalen or Kay, but it seemed Joshua and Foster were in agreement about their nature of wanting to help so really it was all the Runes Professor could do but just stand there. And make a mental note that if they returned to Hogwarts to get to know them better. But surely they couldn't fault her for wanting to know her niece these past few months...
Gaston seemed to have hit quite the inspiration and Katrina just watched him quickly pen up the supply order and nodded when her dark eyes glanced over the parchment. "I think that's brilliant. I agree, i don't think it will spare more than a second glance. Although, do you think its wise to show such carelessness with this ... regime?" Katrina bit her lip. Honestly, last thing they needed was their Deputy replaced as well. He seemed far too stressed as it were.
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Originally Posted by The Narrator
The tawny owl was on a mission to deliver an important package. With expert precision, the male owl soared over Hogwarts as it searched for the right window. It was not a long time later that it was found and the owl gracefully glided through the window. Its talons were neatly curved around a carefully wrapped package and envelope. The latter made soft, chinking noises when moved.
The Deputy Headmaster was in his office. Tawny flew over the seating area and the package as well as envelope were expertly deposited on a sofa. The owl flew off with a whoosh of wings. When the Headmaster looked closer, he would discover the parchment within the envelope was actually an invoice with the following message:
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Dear Professor Marchand:
Thank you fur your order! The following item have been shipped:
2 cases off white perchment
Hogwarts themed scraptook
Shelf-inking quill
Letterbound journel
Your payment has been proccessed and your change returned too you. If you ire not satisfied with your purchases, please return items to Scrivenshaft's by own.
Sinserely,
Tony Killingsworth
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Should Marchand upend the envelope, he would discover what was making that soft chinking noise. There were golden coins and they gleamed brightly.
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On Professor Sabra’s desk lies a glimmering and shiny golden coin. To the untrained eye of passers by, the coin will just seem like a regular wizard coin like any other. When Professor Sabra lifts it up for closer inspection the coin will start to burn as the letters on the coin rearrange themselves to spell out "Need to get in the school".
The Hogsmeade weekend notice had gone up, it was happening. Foster hurried across the entryway, desperate to find a secluded place, and laid eyes on the broom cupboard. "Perfect" he whispered under his breath. His outstretched hand grabbed the handle, and with one final glance around to be sure no one was watching, he slipped inside.
His heart was beating much more rapid than usual, and it took him a few deep breaths to steady his hands. All the work, all the planning, it was finally going to happen. He pulled out the coin and his wand. The coin rested in his right hand, ready to do his bidding. His wand pointed at the coin as he gave a little flick and whispered "Hogsmeade, March 16." The letters and numbers on the coin began to move, forming the message he commanded. He closed his right hand around the warmth, hoping that all involved were receiving the message as planned.
Just as quickly and quietly as he entered the broom cupboard, Foster pocketed his coin and exited before casually continuing on to the Great Hall.
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The moments ticked by after the message confirming a date for the Hogsmeade weekend had been sent, every second seeming more like hours to the professors holding the golden coins. The short but tense wait is finally interrupted as the coins burn again.
Another message is coming through. As soon as the coin is picked up, the letters on it rearrange themselves to form three reassuring words that they'd been waiting for:
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Originally Posted by Aleksandur Petrov
Alek had just finished up his duties at the barn when he turned the corner and saw his abode being defiled! WHAT IN GRINDEWALD'S NAME?!?!
With the most malevolent look on his face, Alek ran towards his tent, and wielding his wand yelled, "INCARCEROUS!" Pointing his wand at the student he didn't know, chains shot out quickly toward her. He pointed his wand at the Head Girl with a sneer and sent a Stinging Jinx at her that could bruise a bear.
He marched toward the girl with the spray paint jabbing his wand at her throat. "I don't think you know who your messing with child." His voice eerily quiet.
Ainsworth vs Chloe & Sylvie & Zoryn at the Great Hall
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Originally Posted by Rafferty Ainsworth
Wasn’t this satisfying? Rafferty certainly found it so. Picking and irritating the students of Hogwarts can be considered to be a leisure activity for him. In a now silky tone Rafferty addressed the greenish haired monster. “It has everything to do with Hogwarts, Norcott. As long as you are here you will abide by the rules. That goes for all of you.’’ His eyes moved around to all gathered in the vicinity.
“I doubt that ridiculous color is your natural color.’’ Without a moment’s hesitation Rafferty unholstered his wand. “Detention and points loss do not seem to be working on you brats. Sterner punishment is what you need.’’ There was an incantation uttered at the same time that Rafferty’s wand pointed directly at Norcott. Blinding white light lit up around them.
This was the combination of an extremely strong Stinging Jinx. The kind that would produce intense and painful scorch marks that lead to nasty swelling.
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Was the soup pushed from Rafferty’s mind? Yes. In fact exactly how this had all started was gone. The only thing he was focused upon was the little stubborn brats that he had to deal with at the moment. “You cannot tell me what I can and cannot do, Kettleburn,’’ Rafferty thundered. The usual snarky attitude he carried was slipping a little. Slowly Rafferty was using calmness.
While hot sauce did get plastered on his face it saved Rafferty from being kicked. How? When the sauce landed on him, Rafferty staggered backward and out of reach of Spinnet’s leg. Rather fortunate for him. Rafferty growled in anger. He clawed at his eyes and face which only made things worse as the sauce spread. His face felt like it was on fire. That didn’t stop him from attacking the students.
Even more Stinging Hexes of the same intensity as the first were shot to the students. Because the sauce was practically blinding him with burning sensations the Hexes were not aimed at one particular person. They were thrown at random. Rafferty did not care whom he hit. Still it was very satisfying to hear Norcott cry like a baby.
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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack
“If she’s gotta change her hair color back to natural, then you do too,” there was no way Zoryn was buying the fact that his head was still producing any sort of pigment. He was clearly full of grey.
Cool as a cucumber? Must’ve been one of those fried cucumbers then. ”No, no, I insist, sir!”
And then for some reason everything happened all at once.
Soup was being spilled. A hex was being shot. And Zoryn Spinnet had grabbed a bottle of hot sauce off the table, squirted it’s entire contents into Ainsworth’s eyes, and kicked him with all the strength she could muster (which was a WHOLE lot because she was an athlete) right square between his legs. All within a span of 30 seconds Yes, you read that correctly.
Zoryn Spinnet just kicked fire and fury at Rafferty Ainsworth’s ~~manhood~~. Get 'em where it hurts the most, yeah?
Suddenly, the enemy of her enemy was her friend and Sylvie Norcott wasn’t that bad after all. Though, Chloe was checking on her right? Because Zoryn opted to take the offense.
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Originally Posted by Daemon
No, it doesn't have anything to do with school, is he thick? "There's no rule on hair colours!" she can READ. Yeah okay she can't remember a bunch of the rules because there's WAY too many she knows that OTHER STUDENTS also have funky coloured hair and he's really just picking on her at this point. Professors weren't supposed to pick on ONE student. Or... two, because Zoryn as well, kinda.
Wait, what? What "sterner punishment" was he talking about? Was he pulling out his wand?? She didn't have time to even register what was happening before there was a bang of blinding light and suddenly she was stumbling backwards, in AGONY.
Sylvie cried out, her face swelling rapidly beneath terrified fingers as she tried to somehow stop the pain from spreading, unable to see or hear anything that's going on. Her eyes wouldn't open, screaming hurt even more, and she could feel burns - scorch marks - on skin that didn't feel anything like her own face.
"WHA' DI YOU DO 'ME??" she managed to wrangle out, CRYING as tears squeezed out of slits that used to be her eyes.
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He insisted that Zoryn eat her soup? Like, he was being so nice and polite to Chloe, but he was force feeding soup to Zoryn and taking points from Sylvie over her pretty green hair. Maybe if Chloe weren't a Ravenclaw, he'd be rude to her too, especially since she was the only one really defying him.
She was in the process of taking the soup away from Zoryn and spilling it on purpose (because then no one could eat it) when Rafferty pulled his wand and hexed Sylvie. Chloe honestly thought she'd misunderstood what had happened, or maybe it was some other... similar... spell? But no, not mistaken. Definitely happened.
Chloe shot to her feet, upsetting her own tray in the process. "Sir! You can't... she's... sir!" Merlin, was Sylvie okay?
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The so called student 'study group' in the Room of Requirement is planning for something. Here are some snazzy
SPOILER!!: RoR tidbits
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Originally Posted by lazykitty
”Indeed, it is! But you won’t be needing that,” Archer replied to the younger Ravenclaw with a wink. Though, she was glad that people had actually brought studying stuff with them. Would make it easier to pretend that they had actually been studying in event that the room failed them somehow.
”Hmm, maaayybbee.” Was it concerning that the Slytherin prefect hadn’t caught on? Slightly. But then, she hadn’t exactly been able to be explicit on what this whole thing was about on the bulletin board, so he could be forgiven for not catching on.
The next four to enter the room got ”Hey!”s and ”Welcome!”s in return.
A large smile crossed her face as Nora entered an seemed to immediately get it. ”Not exactly.” Archer left it at that for now, so as to not scare anyone off. Not right away anyway.
She gave it a few more moments for any stragglers before standing and calling the ‘study group’ to order with a clearing of her throat. ”Now, as some of you may or may not have guessed, this isn’t actually study group per se. It’s actually a meeting to discuss what we, as students, can do to push these, shall we say, interlopers out of Hogwarts. You know the ones I’m talking about.” The new professors and their head hog. The furious five. Whatever you wanted to call them. ”I’ve asked the Room to make it impossible for professors or Scrimgeour to get in and to warn us if they’re out there trying to get in, so don’t worry about getting caught.” For now, anyway. ”But, if you still feel uncomfortable with this, you may leave now.” She paused there to let those who wished too, leave.
Once things were settled again, Archer spoke. ”Okay, so anyone have any ideas? Something that would make those professors crazy enough that they leave voluntarily?” Thoughts, anyone? Everyone? Questions?
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There..... were too many people. Way too many. The more kids that showed up, the more anxious Max could feel himself getting. The studying part hadn't even started yet but he was already certain that coming here was a terrible idea. Hey, maybe if everyone was studying here, the actual study hall would be empty.
Before he could make his great escape, however, a girl he didn't really recognise spoke up and said something about not actually being here to study. And then Archer piped up and if he'd been feeling anxious before, it was nothing compared to the anxiety he felt after listening to her spiel.
"Wait. So we're not really here for studying?" This was confusing, okay? And don't worry about getting caught!? Max clung tighter to his pile of books and frowned unhappily, feeling very much confused and coerced.
He'd just traipsed up seven flights of stairs for absolutely nothing and whatever this was sounded like a TERRIBLE idea.
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Originally Posted by Lissy Longbottom
AHA! So Nettie had been right! This HAD been a meeting about some sort of revolution...or something. Nettie was more than happy to let someone else take the reigns on this thing too. She scanned the room - there were a handful of student leaders here, although she frowned a bit when the Slytherin prefect seemed to think this was really a study group. They probably would need some badges on their side if they were going to get anywhere and his reaction wasn't very promising...
There were a handful of older kids there too, but she didn't recognize any of them. Which was odd, because she was good was faces for the most part. Rubbish on the names, but faces were ok. Ah well. The more the merrier, she didn't care.
"Well, I tried a little something," Nettie piped up. Her cheeks turned red, which was not a normal reaction for her, but she suddenly felt very small and afraid she was going to be reamed out for her admission of what she had done. "I wore a necklace to Divination and tried to get the professor irritated. I wanted to make a point about them not having the right to take our personal stuff, and...well, it didn't really work, and he just took it from me. They're a lot tougher to crack than we think," she said with a frown. At least Fletcher was. He was like a stone man, that on. "It was probably really stupid of me," she added quietly.
SO basically, she was down to do things - she just needed other people to come up with the ideas because she was obviously rubbish at it.
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Originally Posted by MunchyBubbles
Phe seemed to barely notice the entrance of the resf of his little group, and the wide smile from Ashton was returned with a mere head nod. He tugged at his tie again as he looked around at everyone who had gathered there and he wasn’t surprised about the few people who had left.
This was serious business, and he couldn’t blame people for not wanting to be part of it. Some people just wanted to keep their head down and finish school. He however was not such a person.
“I think we should all start to break the rules. They can’t possibly get us all in trouble can they? What if we all start to break the dress code, and go hold hands with people. I’m not saying like significant others, but just friends. Let’s all not show up at SORE, have food outside of the kitchens and break curfew..
Let’s show them we aren’t going to take it anymore. We won’t submit anymore..”
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Aretha did not smile. Of recent, she was in no mood to do so. Shortly put, it was due to all the stress. So, when she was asked a, she naturally answered. “Arithmancy. What about you? Want to be study buddies?’’ It was out of her peripheral vision that Ashton’s wave. There was no hesitation to return the wave. “When are we going to get started?’’ she questioned (Hanna), hoping that the girl would know. She was itching to get something done, something that would distract her from the stress.
The words were hardly out of Aretha’s mouth when (Sterling )spoke up. The Slytherin listened with great interest. A look of interest crossed her face as she straightened up, adjusting the bag on her shoulder. A minute later, she was able to gather what this meeting really was about. It really warmed her heart just how determined all who were gathered here wanted the replacements gone. It was evident from the way (Bel ) was offering to stand guard, the question (Sterling ) asked, the observation of how tough it was to crack Scrimgeour and his friends.
“Vandalizing their offices or whatever is a good way to frustrate them,’’ Aretha stated quietly but loud enough to be heard. "We just need to make sure we're not caught. I've heard about them throwing every wrong doer in detention without hesitation."
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Originally Posted by Jessiqua
Hanna brought her attention to the girl she knew was called Archer, who seemed to be the leader of the study group. Had she constructed a timetable of sorts? It was funny because Hanna wouldn't have thought Archer would be the one to head the study group.
Ah. But it wasn't a study group.
Hanna sat still, watching some people depart, and wondering if she should do the same. What if they did get caught? The thought of those points being lost from Ravenclaw, and detentions, and even more pushups or laps was frightening. But as she continued to listen, she knew without any doubt that what Archer was saying had to be done. It just had to. They needed to leave. And since they couldn't exactly write home, to the Board of Governors, or the Ministry without their letters being searched and likely destroyed, it was up to them.
Nobody was going to help them.
She truly had no idea what would make them voluntarily leave. They didn't seem to be affected by rule-breakers, rudeness, disrespect, or anything. In fact, they seemed to welcome it. Then they would have something to play on. What could possibly break that down?
She listened to some suggestions, nodding as she heard them. She looked at Nettie, who had rebelled against the rules and worn a necklace. Hanna thought that was pretty brave, because she wouldn't have done that without constant anxiety. Nifflers, breaking rules, they were all good ideas. Hanna wasn't sure she would be able to participate in them though. She was trying to think about something SHE would be willing to do, without upsetting her parents, and her family.
Aretha mentioned something about detention, which got Hanna thinking. "Yes, you're right. I've lost count of how many people have had detention this year. But... what if people got given detentions and didn't go? Or they just... sat there?" Her hope vanished at the horror that came next. "I wouldn't put it past them to put us under the Imperius curse and make us do whatever they wanted."
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More people had come to join the meeting in the RoR, both people Stas recognized and some she wasn’t entirely familiar with. Aside from the fact she thought she’d seen them in Hogsmeade and they were acting like they’d been there all along…but she really didn’t remember them. It was weird, and therefore she was going to make sure she stayed close to Rylee just in case. That and she’d given a reassuring smile to Abra as he’d begun gravitating their way. Yes to Gryffindor solidarity.
Except then Archer had brought the meeting to a start, and her earlier suspicions were proven correct. Not only that, but her fellow Gryffindor leader had made a quick escape back outside the room with Bel, which she didn’t really blame them for. If it hadn’t been for her little ginger Lion, she’d probably have second-guessed her decision to come too. Plus, she wasn’t half as confident with the Hufflepuff’s spellcasting on the room to protect them.
At least she had proven almost without a doubt that the phoenix wasn’t in any way related to the hawks. “I’m not entirely sure the professors aren’t already crazy,” she admitted after a moment. She hadn’t taken her squirrel necklace off when the contraband list had gone up, or her bracelet from her father either, but she wasn’t making it obvious. Especially since she wasn’t about to risk confiscation, and she also wasn’t going to break Professor Marchand’s heart any more than she already had. “I got an account of everything that had gone on before the holidays out of the castle and sent to someone I trust, that might be able to get it to Headmistress Hawthorne.” While they were confessing things. She didn’t doubt that Hirsch would have relayed her information to the headmistress, either, even without having asked him to explicitly.
While she was all for the niffler idea, she was still not entirely convinced that direct rebellion would work. “They aren’t putting wrongdoers into detention. Not really. I’m pretty sure most of the detentions that have happened lately haven’t been because of people doing anything wrong, and I don’t know that Hanna isn’t right about them using the Imperius curse on us either.” She was 90% certain that Professor Le Roux, at least, was a Dark wizard, and she was pretty sure that, even if the headmaster had been a former Auror, he’d gone bad since.
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Bel and Abra had the right idea and Max was close to high-tailing out of there too except....... listening to these kids talk about releasing nifflers and trashing offices was actually kind of amusing. Did they really think doing any of this stuff was going to HELP matters???? He wouldn't put it past RoboMan to just expel the lot of them. He wouldn't mind if the student population shrunk a little to be honest.
Not that Maxton had any better ideas, because he didn't. He'd just come to accept that this was how things were gonna be from now on. Sure, S.O.R.E still sucked and so did a bunch of the other new rules but........
"At least we're not getting possessed by who knows what or getting attacked by inferi anymore," the Slytherin piped up moodily, rolling his eyes at the delusional bunch before finding himself a spot to sit with his books.
He flipped open his Charms textbook and started reading. Listen, if he was going to struggle up to the seventh floor with all his textbooks he was going to try and do SOME studying at least.
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Patrick listened to what his classmates were saying. Most of them were willing to begin causing havoc. That wasn’t a bad place to start but it depended on others doing their part in the rebellion. He looked at each person coming up with a suggestion. “You’re not wrong about causing havoc. However I think we need to be smart about it. Make sure we can’t get caught. But more than that,” he paised wondering if they had truly thought through this plan.
He sighed, “we need to make sure that at least everyone in his room is on board. I mean if one person doesn’t do their part our plan falls through and we could be stuck with him forever. And while I agree Maxton about our safety I feel stifled learning now.” Patrick remembered almost dying in DADA in his first two terms. He remembered the fear of the inferi being inside. He just refused to continue living in fear of what’s out there.
The latest from young Nora in the RoR:
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True to her nature, Nora was observing and listening to everything that was said.
She wanted to comment about all the rebellious acts. There had been students acting out ever since Scrimgeour took over, yes? If breaking the rules and getting in detention constantly wasn't doing anything, then why would it now?
When Patrick spoke, her blonde head bobbed up and down. They needed to be smart about this.
"Here me out," Nora spoke finally. "While rebelling outwardly does send a clear message, I don't think that alone is going to be enough. Students have been breaking the rules all year, and that hasn't seemed to stop them."
Now, she wasn't saying no to acts of rebellion. It all served a purpose, one which she did understand. But there needed to be something more.
"Pushing buttons can continue, but it is the reactions that need to be documented to shed some light on what is happening at Hogwarts. We need multiple written accounts, our memories vialed up, photographs of what is happening need to be taken, any sort of proof that more harm than good is taking place here. These need to be collected and snuck out of the school and put in the hands of people who can actually do something about the situation."
Stuff is happening in Professor Petrov's tent too with Professor Petrov ATTacking students , professors crashing in and Scrimegour arriving even....
SPOILER!!: Petrovs tent
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Aretha gripped her book tighly by the strap which was strung over her right shoulder. Biting her lower lip, she paused at a distance from the tent to survey the surroundings. She mostly cared about professors milling about; more precisely, Scrimegour and his stupid minions. Seeing no one around, the sixth year took more steps until she was closer to the tent. You can bet that she had waited until Petrov was away to come here.
Aretha lowered her bag, unzipped it and reached into it. From it emitted soft clanking- the sound of cans being knocked about. A second later, a can of spray paint came away in her neatly manicured hands. A small, evil smile graced her pretty face.
Defacing the stupid tent?
Count her in.
Aretha crept forward until she was right in front of it. Knowing that she possibly didn't have much time, rather rude and obnoxious words were started to get drawn in large letters.
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Make no mistake, Jessa Cambridge wanted no part of that girl’s narrative. None. The Ravenclaw was on her way to the stables to take care of Dexter and continue her search for a new foal. The LAST thing she needed was to see some girl DEFACING the PROFESSOR’S tent.
Holy kneazle.
Hfudgjendjekfidjf.
“What are you doing???” She all but shrieked before common sense had a chance to kick in and convince her to turn and take the long way. It would’ve been so much easier pretending she hadn’t seen. As far as she was concerned, she was done enforcing rules if she was just going to get punished and told off for it.
But this...this right here.....Oh Merlin’s beard. Oh dear. Oh no.
“What on earth would possess you to do THIS??”
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This was actually... fun.
Aretha was finding it to easy just to continue smiling evilly just as she found it easy to spray paint the tent. Her randomly chosen can happened to produce red paint which made her delighted. The brighter the graffiti, the better. Not even the outraged voice behind her killed her vibe. No way. Nothing was going to cramp her style.
Aretha finished off yet another rather rude word before turning to face Jessa. “Want a can? I’ve got a ton!’’ She jiggled the bag causing the cans to clank against each other. And yes, the Head Girl’s questions were deliberately ignored. “We’ve got to work fast though. I reckon old Alek will be back soon.’’
Without another word, the Slytherin turned back to her job. The can seem to whip by as she worked quickly. After she was done with this sentence, she would be on her merry way.
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Alek had just finished up his duties at the barn when he turned the corner and saw his abode being defiled! WHAT IN GRINDEWALD'S NAME?!?!
With the most malevolent look on his face, Alek ran towards his tent, and wielding his wand yelled, "INCARCEROUS!" Pointing his wand at the student he didn't know, chains shot out quickly toward her. He pointed his wand at the Head Girl with a sneer and sent a Stinging Jinx at her that could bruise a bear.
He marched toward the girl with the spray paint jabbing his wand at her throat. "I don't think you know who your messing with child." His voice eerily quiet.
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Jessa had several questions, most notably whether this girl had COMPLETELY LOST HER MIND AND WAS JUST LOOKING TO GET HERSELF PUNISHED but in the moment, no words came. Mouth agape, Jessa stared first at the words written then to the can being offered to. While her first instinct was to run--and Jessa Cambridge did not run--her feet remained firmly planted. It was a mistake she was sure she would regret. This was a disaster in the making.
What happened in the next few seconds left her entirely blind sided. The Professor showed up, his wand was out, there was chains flying....a loud, shrill scream that she didn't realize was her own....and a searing pain shooting up her arm that she couldn't explain while her brain tried make sense of it all.
A glance down at her arm revealed bright, red marks in the wake of the burns left from the stinging hex. The shock of it all likely dulled the pain in the first few seconds.
Fight or flight? Forget those, Jessa's first instinct in crisis was to freeze, as she continued to do now. The situation had escalated quickly and she didn't know what to do. The wand at the idiot girl's neck was definitely an issue...one as Head Girl she was probably meant to deal with.......but "P-P-Professor..." was about as much as she could get out as the anxiety quickly moved in and the shock quickly moved out giving full vent to the pain of that hex.
Merlin's beard, this hurt.
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SPOILER!!: Jessa and Aleksandur!
Whether or not Jessa was going to give her a hand, Aretha continued merrily with her task. She was almost done and to add a little flair, she drew a huge hand making an obscene gesture. “Well, I think that’s eno-’’ Her cheerful banter about her handiwork was cut suddenly short. She was taken by surprise because there was the thunderous sound of old Alek casting an incantation. There was the sound of clanking chains and before she knew it, she was bound with the things.
Aretha desperately tried to wriggle free. “Jessa!’’ Oh no! She had gotten the Head Girl in trouble and in obvious pain. She was suddenly afraid but not for herself. Not even with the wand jabbed at her throat. The Slytherin glared at Aleksandur defiantly. “Are you blind? I’m messing with you. You let Jessa go this instant! She had nothing to do with this.’’ Cue her wriggling and trying to be free of the chains.
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Alek was so ridiculously angry that he hadn't heard the Head Girl say professor at all. He didn't even look at her until the Slytherin girl in front of him demanded he let Jessa go. She was also trying to work her way out of the chains. He moved his wand from her neck and with a flick of his wrist the chains started to get tighter. "You don't tell me what to do child." He said in a deadly whisper. He turned his wand and the chains constricted more, like a snake wrapping it's muscular body around it's prey.
Alek moved his wand tip back to the girls throat. "I don't care if she was helping you or not. She wasn't stopping you and that is worse than helping." His eyes flickered over to the head girl. "I wouldn't move a muscle if I were you, Jessa." His words were a warning. He couldn't guarantee what he would do if she tried to run.
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There were too many things happening at once. Consider her entirely overwhelmed. In the wake of this new terror—brought on by the manner in which the professor spoke—Jessa could almost ignore the painful throbbing in her arm.....almost.
Blue eyes kept flashing between the two, her mind trying to come up with a plan but it was currently drawing blanks. As much pain as she was in, at least she wasn’t tied with a wand at her throat. It....it could’ve been worse....it could always be worse. SHE could currently be the focus of the man’s attention—
Her blood went cold when he turned his gaze to her.
Don’t move???? That was kind of the plan?????????? Even if she wanted nothing more than to bolt for dear life, her feet remained firmly fixed and in the wake of that warning, they didn’t have plans to be anywhere else. The girl felt quite ill in ways that had nothing to do with the pain shooting up her arm and it likely showed in her face that began to lose its colour.
Another step on her anxiety ladder? Him saying her not stopping the girl was worse than helping. It wouldn’t have gotten this high but the man’s wand was now drawn and she’d already been burned something fierce by that stinging hex. Everything about this told her this wasn’t just another routine “you’re in trouble, 50 million trillion points from your house and you have detention”. No. This felt different. There was a hidden menace to it and it was doing terrible things to her nerves.
So nope, not moving a muscle. Hardly even breathing as the swelling began where the hex had hit.
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Gaston had heard the scream all the way from the lake and followed the sound all the way to Petrov's tent, running as fast as his legs could carry him. He skidded to a halt, bright blue eyes widening in shock and terror at the scene in front of him... Aretha bound in chains; Petrov holding his wand to her throat; Jessa obviously hit with a stinging jinx and seemingly frozen... though he didn't know whether it was caused by anxiety or another spell from Petrov. It took all of half a second for him to realize what was happening, and the shock gave way to burning anger. This man - and he was using the term very generously, as no real man would ever subject a child to this - this regime had hurt his students for the last time! Gaston was done playing nice!
"Petrov..." he growled through clenched teeth as he stood in front of Jessa. "ENOUGH!" His eyes clouded dangerously, and a dark vein bulged in his temple. He wasn't going to even entertain the notion of trying to plead or reason with this psychopath! Judging by the situation, it wouldn't do any good. Besides, he wasn't interested in hearing Petrov justify his actions. No, talk was cheap; this time he was going to let his wand do the talking. For once in his life, sweet, kind Gaston Marchand had no compassion to offer!
He pointed his wand at Petrov, intending to disarm, but changed his mind at the last minute. If he missed, Petrov could retaliate, and spells would go flying with the two girls in the crossfire. He would deal with this piece of filth later. Instead, he aimed at Aretha's chains and cried, "Emancipare!" Hoping against hope that it worked, he shot her a look, jerking his head as if to say, Get behind me if you can!
"Protego Duo!" Gaston glared at Petrov from behind the shield he cast, eyes burning with cold angry fire, silently warning the other man not to even think about hurting his students again. "If you want them, you'll have to go through me!" he spat, gripping his wand tighter, poised to react if Petrov tried anything.
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Gaston's legs were obviously much longer than hers, so naturally he arrived at the source of the commotion before she did - although she had gotten a head start. In the distance, she saw him raise his wand and fir some kind of spell. It looked like a defensive spell, but she couldn't be certain from this distance. What in Merlin's beard was going on???!!!
Shortly afterwards, she arrived. There was a student whom she did not recognize (which wasn't hard because there were almost 600 of them) and then there was Jessa (the person who screamed), and a Professor Petrov looking far more furious than she had ever seen him before. Gaston looked at least as furious. Both men had their wands drawn. This looked bad.
"What is happening here?! Put your wands down!" she commanded sharply, striding over to stand somewhere in the middle of the ground between Gaston and Petrov, but glaring at Petrov. She did not draw her own wand as it would have no good. A sideways glance at Jessa's traumatized expression and the tied up girl gave her a clue of what was happening. "What did you do this time, minion?" she snapped.
Obviously this was directed at Petrov.
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Chloe wasn't sure why she was following the professors. She wasn't a fighter, and although she was good at Charms, it wasn't like she was a professor. What good could she possibly do? Still, Jessa was crying out and Chloe couldn't leave a friend unassisted.
She slid into the tent behind Professors Marchand and O'Hara, trusting that they were going to occupy Petrov. What was going on with all these professors being so wand frenzied lately? Chloe fell to her knees beside Jessa, her wand out. "Hey. It's okay now. I know it hurts like the dickens, but I want you to know that it's okay now. I don't know an anti-charm, but what if we put something cold on it to take out the sting?"
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Aretha gasped. The chains, they were tightening around her which caused her immense pain and made breathing hard. Still, that attitude of hers wasn’t given up. She continued to fight to get free while all the while glaring at Petrov’s ugly face. “Yeah?’’Wriggle, wriggle.“Someone should. Because-’’ Cue her gasping for breath. “You’re LOUSY!’’ The combination of her effort to escape and her anger at Petrov was making her turn bright red. Her hair was becoming wild looking and ever so quickly, it was getting more difficulty to breathe, especially after she had literally just yelled at Petrov. Aretha did not even have any more energy to defend Jessa.
Hey, were those stars winking before her eyes?
Yes, they were.
The lack of oxygen to her brain was quickly making her want to pass out.
Maybe she was imagining things but the sixth year was quite sure she heard Professors Marchand’s and O’Hara’s voices.
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Scrimgeour was making his rounds of the castle and grounds, his black book at hand. He was writing down names, making notes on who needed to be watched for both students and staff he didn't hire alike. He would not stand for rebellion. This was a school, a place of learning and following rules.
The screaming drew his attention to the tent. Being a knowledgeable man, he knew screaming always meant trouble. Children were up to no good.
When he arrived at the scene of the crime, the headmaster could hardly believe what he was seeing. A student was bound tightly in chains, the Head Girl looked like she was in pain, another child was on her knees, Petrov had his wand at a students' throat, Marchand was pointing his wand at Petrov, and O'Hara was just standing there. For Merlin's sake... If a child was breaking school rules, there was a strict protocol that was to be followed. And what were professors drawing their wands at each other? Did they need a reminder of what happened the last time such a thing happened?
"All of you, enough," the old man croaked, the book forgotten for the moment. His eyes then darted over to the adults. He didn't care what the children had to say. "Explain what is going on here." All he saw before him was incompetency at handling a situation and a mess that he was going to have to clean up.
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Alek was just about to respond to the 'adults' when Headmaster Scrimgeour showed up. With a flick of his wand the chains around the girl he didn't know released. He walked quietly forward, Hera hissing at the girls from his neck, as he sent deadly glares at the other two professors.
"Headmaster, I found these two," he pointed to the girl he didn't know (Aretha), and the Head Girl, "at my tent. This one," he pointed at the unknown girl, "was defiling my tent with spray paint as you can see, and the Head Girl was standing idly by letting her do it." He paused to think about how to proceed. "Unfortunately, I let my anger get the best of me by wielding my wand against an insolent child who was extremely disrespectful as you can see by the disgusting words she left all over my abode." He said in a silky smooth voice, though the anger was subtly there.
He looked over at the other professors, "Then these two showed up as well as Miss Kettleburn, and then you arrived. Nothing further has transpired." Though he wondered if he could use one quick curse on Marchand.....
Too risky.
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Consider her massively overwhelmed.
Between the horrid pain running up and down her arm and the sudden arrival of both Chloe and the professors, Jessa could hardly focus on any one thing. Didn’t help that the extent of the pain on its own was enough to dull her other senses. That must have been some intent behind that hex when he sent it. Her skin felt like it could come right off at any minute—or rather like she’d love to have it removed so the pain would stop.
Jessa blinked over at the charms professor’s back, him suddenly standing before her. In the next second, she took a few steps back to distance herself from him. O’hara’s arrival didn’t help one bit. The detention, while uneventful, was still fresh in her mind. She remembered quite clearly saying the school was now filled with Scrimgeour pleasers. Those who were not, had already gotten themselves fired. What remained, did as the man said. It made it hard to trust any of them.
Her calling Petrov a minion was laughable for that very reason—or would’ve been if she wasn’t in so much pain—because she’d also said she did as the man wanted and was in his good graces. As far as Jessa was concerned, she was one of them. This was all an act. It was likely all an act.
The skepticism grew within her, causing her to take another step or two back from them all. That’s when Chloe showed up. Merlin, did she know how to remove skin?? No doubt Jessa would be able to regrow new one later but just...Circe make this burning stop! “If you won’t take it off, don’t touch it.” She managed to get out, making no attempts to clarify that she meant the skin itself. Her whole thought process was a mess right now.
And then Scrimgeour showed up. What honestly was today? Could so many things go wrong at once?
Yes, apparently they could if Petrov’s version of events was anything to go by. “I didn’t stand there watching her.” She tried through gritted teeth. “I was on my way to the stables and saw her. I stopped to make her stop then he stormed over and starting throwing hexes without questions .” Jessa paused then to look at the unconscious girl. The misguided fool. “Not that it matters. He’s your hire. He’s above the law and above reproach. You said that, remember? Reckon Professor Marchand’s about to lose his job, Professor O’Hara too for daring to get in his way when he’s got your blessing to do as he likes.”
While he was at it, could he fire her too? From school? She would very much like to go home now permenantly.
If you thought that was enough? Think again a sauce covered Professor Ainsworth in the Great Hall has really hurt students too and Professor Le Roux didn't help with his threats and sneering! Bad men! Professor Davis and Wishart is on the scene with the students trying to help.
SPOILER!!: Great Hall action
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Why was Rafferty in such a ravenous mood? He had just had the pleasure of telling off some more students. It really was a hoot and highly satisfactory to do that. This way the reason Rafferty could not simply ignore the conversation he was overhearing. “Why must Spinnet have your pudding, Kettleburn? Have you not realized she is spoiled enough as it is?” Rafferty’s eyes glittered in glee. Spinnet was the student he enjoyed tormenting mostly. She always made herself so difficult. “Go on, Spinnet. Consume the soup. This instant.’’
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Sylvie Norcott, mint haired as ever, had taken the long way around to her table. Out of habit probably, she'd passed by the Ravenclaws first and searched for one specific person before remembering she couldn't quite do that anymore. Well she could, but it made her both sad and happy and angry and distraught all at the same time and honestly? she just wanted to eat some lunch. Feelings were so exhausting.
Rubbing her eyes and stifling a yawn, she turned to make her way towards her table, spotted Zoryn Spinnet and began to turn to the other end when she noticed Ainsworth there. From the expression on his face, Sylvie instantly knew he was doing his thing again. Ugh, she hated him more than all the other professors combined, he's the worst.
Inching closer, because she doesn't know how to stay away from bad situations, Sylvie's frown deepened as she caught the end of his words. "She doesn't have to eat the soup just because you tell her to," she pointed out as she joined the group, looking defiantly at the sorry excuse of a muggle studies professor. Sorry excuse for a wizard. Sorry excuse for a MAN. Ha.
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Zoryn looked up, hearing an unexpected voice. Chloe Kettleburn was strange. On one hand, the girl hardly behaved obscenely so one would think she was perfectly normal upon first glance. Zoryn, however, knew this was not the case. The Ravenclaw was much more than that. She was just about the weirdest person at this whole school. No offense. Zoryn kind of liked it. Shaking her head in reply the Gryffindor spoke, “hardly.” The soup was HORRIBLE. “It’s almost as bitter as Fletcher.”
Her eyes brightened as Chloe offered up her pudding, but the mood quickly dampened as Rafferty made his way over just a few seconds later. It’s like he was desperate to make friends, but too awkward to know how. The man was always sticking around her like a trail of liquid glue. Zoryn rolled her eyes while he was still behind her and couldn’t see her face, but put on a grand show of greeting him with a smile. “Hi Professor,” yuck. “Even better idea, I’ll split my soup with you! We can go halfsies.” GRIN. She’d rather shove it down his obscenely tight pants. “Sharing would be good practice for me. Since I’m so spoiled and all… Don’t you think, Chloe?”
While Zoryn was busy being the most clever 17 year-old on the face of this planet, a few others had joined them. An audience! Wonderful. And Sylvie. Even more wonderful. ugh gross.
Zor was absolutely certain her dormmate would be very smug about the circumstances she had waltz into, but instead…. Sylvie did something surprising. She had stood up for Zoryn once more. This took the Beater by surprise, her facial expression faltered for just a moment as she just stared at Sylvie in shock before turning her head back to Rafferty. Zor would think about the implications of this moment later. Because currently, there were more annoying matters at hand.
Like this bland, tasteless, sorry excuse for a human being and exemplary substitute for plain, white bread: Rafferty Ainsworth.
YEAH, WHAT SHE SAID.
Ainsworth? More like PAINSworth. Boom.
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Chloe hadn't even had time to consider the consequences of giving up her pudding to Zoryn (bye, pudding, we'll miss you so much) when they had an audience. Not so bad that the firstie and Sylvie were there, since Chloe would split her pudding three ways if they all wanted in on it... but Rafferty was there too. Book burner and killer of souls in the very flesh.
"It isn't that she must have my pudding, sir, but that I'm offering it to her. We're very good friends and I like to share with her." In fact, in spite of the fact that this was a Slytherin at her own table, the sixth year Ravenclaw seated herself beside the girl and placed her pudding on Zoryn's tray.
"Here, give me that soup to finish. I've been so busy today and I'm starving, and because you are so good at sharing, I know you'll give it to me." She wiggled her fingers to claim the soup bowl. See that, Rafferty? Nothing to see here. "SYLVIE. Sit down and shush, my deeaaaaaaaaaar friend. You should share this soup with us." Oh. It did look pretty horrid, didn't it?
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Originally Posted by Rafferty Ainsworth
Was Rafferty aware that he was attracting attention? Yes he was. Rafferty was basking in the attention. Those sharp eyes didn't miss Potter watching. They also did not miss that hair. “Norcott. I do not remember asking for your opinion. You will revert your hair back to its natural color or find yourself in yet another detention. Do so now. In the meanwhile twenty points from Gryffindor.’’
Rafferty’s lips curled. Did Spinnet think that she could get to him? Get on his nerves? Frustrate him? How wrong she was. Rafferty was usually as cool as a cucumber. “Oh no. I could not possibly take your soup and rob you of that nutritious meal. No no. I insist you have it all.’’
“While I simply must applaud your attitude, Kettleburn I must insist that Spinnet eat that soup.’’ Rafferty’s tone was sarcastic, smooth, soft and deadly.
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Sylvie didn't remember asking Ainsworth to do much of anything and yet here they were. Confused by Chloe's request to sit, Sylvie nevertheless was about to join her because it seemed harmless when Ainsworth spoke up again and honestly, she REALLY hated this man. REALLY.
And no one's touching her hair. Her hair is her favourite thing about herself right now.
"I'm of age Professor I can choose what colour I want my own hair to be, and it's got nothing to do with school. Even more than Zoryn's soup," she retorted, barely blinking at the points or the threat of detention. She's been in so many detentions this term, what's another one to add to the collection?
Also, Ravenclaw was totally winning the cup this year, so the point loss didn't bother her much either. What DID bother her was his cruelty. His stupid, needless, baseless cruelty. In fact, Sylvie Norcott was starting to think that Scrimgeour HIMSELF would find Ainsworth appalling, because of how stupid he is. Scrimgeour did not like stupid people. Perhaps she should tell him. MMMM. Where's Christopher? Time for another sacking.
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Originally Posted by Rafferty Ainsworth
Wasn’t this satisfying? Rafferty certainly found it so. Picking and irritating the students of Hogwarts can be considered to be a leisure activity for him. In a now silky tone Rafferty addressed the greenish haired monster. “It has everything to do with Hogwarts, Norcott. As long as you are here you will abide by the rules. That goes for all of you.’’ His eyes moved around to all gathered in the vicinity.
“I doubt that ridiculous color is your natural color.’’ Without a moment’s hesitation Rafferty unholstered his wand. “Detention and points loss do not seem to be working on you brats. Sterner punishment is what you need.’’ There was an incantation uttered at the same time that Rafferty’s wand pointed directly at Norcott. Blinding white light lit up around them.
This was the combination of an extremely strong Stinging Jinx. The kind that would produce intense and painful scorch marks that lead to nasty swelling.
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Originally Posted by Cassirin
He insisted that Zoryn eat her soup? Like, he was being so nice and polite to Chloe, but he was force feeding soup to Zoryn and taking points from Sylvie over her pretty green hair. Maybe if Chloe weren't a Ravenclaw, he'd be rude to her too, especially since she was the only one really defying him.
She was in the process of taking the soup away from Zoryn and spilling it on purpose (because then no one could eat it) when Rafferty pulled his wand and hexed Sylvie. Chloe honestly thought she'd misunderstood what had happened, or maybe it was some other... similar... spell? But no, not mistaken. Definitely happened.
Chloe shot to her feet, upsetting her own tray in the process. "Sir! You can't... she's... sir!" Merlin, was Sylvie okay?
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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack
“If she’s gotta change her hair color back to natural, then you do too,” there was no way Zoryn was buying the fact that his head was still producing any sort of pigment. He was clearly full of grey.
Cool as a cucumber? Must’ve been one of those fried cucumbers then. ”No, no, I insist, sir!”
And then for some reason everything happened all at once.
Soup was being spilled. A hex was being shot. And Zoryn Spinnet had grabbed a bottle of hot sauce off the table, squirted it’s entire contents into Ainsworth’s eyes, and kicked him with all the strength she could muster (which was a WHOLE lot because she was an athlete) right square between his legs. All within a span of 30 seconds Yes, you read that correctly.
Zoryn Spinnet just kicked fire and fury at Rafferty Ainsworth’s ~~manhood~~. Get 'em where it hurts the most, yeah?
Suddenly, the enemy of her enemy was her friend and Sylvie Norcott wasn’t that bad after all. Though, Chloe was checking on her right? Because Zoryn opted to take the offense.
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Originally Posted by Daemon
No, it doesn't have anything to do with school, is he thick? "There's no rule on hair colours!" she can READ. Yeah okay she can't remember a bunch of the rules because there's WAY too many she knows that OTHER STUDENTS also have funky coloured hair and he's really just picking on her at this point. Professors weren't supposed to pick on ONE student. Or... two, because Zoryn as well, kinda.
Wait, what? What "sterner punishment" was he talking about? Was he pulling out his wand?? She didn't have time to even register what was happening before there was a bang of blinding light and suddenly she was stumbling backwards, in AGONY.
Sylvie cried out, her face swelling rapidly beneath terrified fingers as she tried to somehow stop the pain from spreading, unable to see or hear anything that's going on. Her eyes wouldn't open, screaming hurt even more, and she could feel burns - scorch marks - on skin that didn't feel anything like her own face.
"WHA' DI YOU DO 'ME??" she managed to wrangle out, CRYING as tears squeezed out of slits that used to be her eyes.
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Originally Posted by Rafferty Ainsworth
Was the soup pushed from Rafferty’s mind? Yes. In fact exactly how this had all started was gone. The only thing he was focused upon was the little stubborn brats that he had to deal with at the moment. “You cannot tell me what I can and cannot do, Kettleburn,’’ Rafferty thundered. The usual snarky attitude he carried was slipping a little. Slowly Rafferty was using calmness.
While hot sauce did get plastered on his face it saved Rafferty from being kicked. How? When the sauce landed on him, Rafferty staggered backward and out of reach of Spinnet’s leg. Rather fortunate for him. Rafferty growled in anger. He clawed at his eyes and face which only made things worse as the sauce spread. His face felt like it was on fire. That didn’t stop him from attacking the students.
Even more Stinging Hexes of the same intensity as the first were shot to the students. Because the sauce was practically blinding him with burning sensations the Hexes were not aimed at one particular person. They were thrown at random. Rafferty did not care whom he hit. Still it was very satisfying to hear Norcott cry like a baby.
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Originally Posted by Birchwoodmom
Wanting nothing more than to grab a quick bite to eat and a hot cup of tea, Foster popped into the Great Hall. Much to his surprise, he stumbled upon a crazed sauce covered Rafferty harming students!!
"What in Merlin's..." he trailed off as he bolted towards them, wand in hand. "Step away from the students, Professor Ainsworth, and put your wand away." Foster's grip on his wand tightened as he positioned himself between Rafferty and the students as much as possible. "Have you lost your mind? How dare you pull your wand on these students!"
His eyes briefly left Professor Ainsworth to glance at Sylvie. "Are you okay, Ms. Norcott? Do you require medical attention? Has anyone else been injured?" He had entered just moments after the spells were cast and was unaware of the circumstances leading up to the incident. No matter the reason, no professor should ever harm a student. It was completely unacceptable.
He glared at the Scrimgeour hired goon. "There is no explanation possible that will make this acceptable. I highly suggest you remove yourself from the Great Hall before you find yourself on the receiving end of a far worse spell than you have been casting at these students." Foster rarely resorted to violence, but he was willing to do whatever it took to keep the students safe.
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Originally Posted by Cassirin
Ainsworth went from crazy-eyed to crazy-handed, suddenly slinging stinging hexes every which way. It probably didn't help that Zoryn attacked him first, but Chloe would expect that a man with his experience and apparently professorial disposition would be able to handle it a little more professionally. Tie her up and give her detention, perhaps.
Then again, with that initial hex against Sylvie, Ainsworth had already crossed a line. And now he'd crossed all the lines, sending out a slew of hexes at uninvolved students and innocent bystander. Chloe herself was hit on her non-wand arm, and it immediately began to swell and sting, a raging red welt rising where her sleeve had been split. It hurt like the devil, but Chloe was more interested in getting to Sylvie, especially now that Professor Davis was on the scene.
He could take care of Ainsworth, right? Chloe scrabbled along the floor to where Sylvie was laying. "Sylvie. Can you hear me? Just be calm, and we'll put some ice on it for now. It'll help numb the pain." She ripped her dangling sleeve loose and cast a Glacius to it before pressing it gently against the reddest welts.
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Originally Posted by cindajean
A very angry Bettie got up of the floor near the Slytherin table with a blood nose and holding her left arm that got hit by the stinging hex. "I have been injured professor. I went to dodge the spell and fell face first and got hit in the arm by that stupid hex." Bettie said through gritted teeth of pain and anger. She spent all year trying to stay out of trouble and where did it get her?
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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack
Zoryn was beyond disappointed when she failed to get Rafferty with her kick, but unfortunately there was hardly any time to be disappointed at all. Because she had been standing right in front of him when he began throwing spells out left and right.
Which in this case meant that she was on the receiving end of a couple of them.... Yay.
The Gryffindor let out an excruciating scream, but otherwise she managed to stay silent. Her stubborn nature was the only thing that kept her from whimpering.. Skin. Was. Burning. It was the most pain she had ever been in. Her body had gone limp. She wanted nothing more than to fall into oblivion.
The beater could feel her whole body swelling in turn, but after a few short seconds the sheer amount of pain was so great that she had honestly stopped feeling anything at all. Tears welled in her eyes as she dug her nails into her palms. There was no way anyone would see her in tears.
Despite the fact that she kept her eyes closed and her senses were overloaded by this excruciating physical pain, she could faintly hear other voices joining their circle.
After what felt like ages (a few minutes in reality), Zoryn’s legs gave out beneath her body and she buckled down to the ground.
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Originally Posted by Daemon
The initial shock slowly wearing off, Sylvie started distinguishing voices. Through the tiny slits of her swollen eyes she could make out... sauce? on Ainsworth's face. And Zoryn, and Chloe, and- she yelped, another stray jinx hitting her on her left arm, but it was a mere graze compared to the situation on her face.
Then there was another professor there, with his wand out and she felt a panic set in her throat yet again, shuffling backwards on all fours and away from the offending adults with their wands and their painful jinxes. Disfigured head turning, she saw Chloe kneel down and nodded at her words, not able to manage any more than that. There was no rage in her left, no righteous will to battle like last term. What was the point? Look what he'd done to her. To all of them.
Sylvie was trying to get her wand out of its holster, trying to do as Chloe said, when she noted with muted horror that Zoryn was out. "TH'ORYN!" she yelled, nudging Chloe away towards her friend who was clearly in a much graver situation. Other students were around now too, but Sylvie's watery, squinted gaze had moved now to the two adults still present. At least now she had her wand in her hand.
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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch
After some quite interesting, fun and challenging lessons where he taught his students about water plants Professor Wishart sauntered into the great hall in a cheerful mood to get something to eat. He needed a light snack to make it to dinner without starving. However all thoughts on snacks and water lilies we're shot out of his head in the same moment his eyes took in the scene in that was taking place in the hall.
Quickening his steps towards the fallen students at the sound of an excruciating scream, Rafferty with sauce all over him and Foster standing with his wand in hand looking angry. What in flaming rose bushes was going on? Joshua pulled out his wand as he got closer to his colleagues and the students on the floor. His eyes went to Foster first for an explanation since he hadn't seen or heard what had transpired before his entrance. "Professor Foster, what in merlin's acacias has happened here? Who has injured these students? Shall i send a patronus for Healer McMillan?"
Turning his gaze to Bettie he asked worriedly, taking in her blooded nose and as it appeared injured arm "Ms Blackwell do you need some ice for that nose or arm?" Going over to Zoryn and Sylvie and Chloe Professor Wishart asked hurriedly "Ms Norcott, Ms Spinnet, Ms Kettleburn are you all right? Where have you been injured?" Who among them had screamed so excruciatingly from pain?
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Originally Posted by Rafferty Ainsworth
Who was that telling him what to do? Which one of Hawthorne’s idiotic hires was ordering him around? Rafferty managed to observe that is happened to be one Foster Davis through red, puffy and stinging eyes. “How dare they not follow instructions.’’ Rafferty thundered. “Is that a threat?” he continued in a low growl. Rafferty took a menacing step towards Davis. “I’d like to see you try something.’’ The students were now completely ignored. A temper was on the rise and it was his. What did it matter to him if more students were injured or that Spinnet had fallen to the floor? Even Wishart was ignored. Rafferty just had blazing eyes for the one threatening him.
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Originally Posted by Cassirin
Did someone need to send for the Healer? YES. YES DEFINITELY. Sylvie's face was swelling shut, Zoryn had literally just passed out from the pain, Chloe could only use one arm, and that sweet baby Bettie was injured too. So yes, the normally placid Chloe was feeling a little impatient at the suggestion that they might need a Healer.
It didn't feel safe to be ignoring Ainsworth, and yet, with so many professors on the scene who didn't agree with how he was behaving and so many students injured and Chloe herself fighting back tears, she was willing to let him be. Professor Foster wouldn't let anything happen to them.
"Please, Professor Wishart... If you help Zoryn? She's out from getting the full blast, but I dont' know where it hit her. Sylvie was hit in the face, and it's bad." She gave the professor the most pitiful look, but at least she wasn't crying. Big brave sixth years never cried. "Is there a counterspell? No one ever taught us the counterspell?" And ice wasn't really making Sylvie any more comfortable, apparently.
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Originally Posted by Gustave Le Roux
Gustave was just about to head to the kitchens to find something to drink we he walked past the Great hall and noticed.. something very interesting going on.
He pulled his wand from his wrist holster and twirled it in long fingers as he walked up to the scene and calmly pointed his wand at Professor Foster. “Kindly lower your wand Foster, it’s not right to act unprofessional around the students.” He said as his icy blue eyes flicked to Wishhart and he sneered a bit.
“Surely these students can take care of themselves can they not Wishart? ” His cold glance barely flicked over the injured students, or the student on the ground. “Or perhaps you would like to be on the recieving end of a spell that you will not recover from? ” He said as he raised an eyebrow.
Unlike Ainsworth he was remarkably calm, but he wasn’t above using spells to get his way.
He rolled his eyes a bit as he heard a student talking and he shook his head, “Stop blubbering Kettleburn, or would you like to know exactly what your classmates are going through? ” He said as he looked down at her.
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Originally Posted by Birchwoodmom
Just moments after Zoryn collapsed, Joshua entered and offered his assistance. Students were screaming, hurt, and needed it to stop. Without looking away from Rafferty, Foster spoke in a commanding tone. "Joshua, call for the healer and tend to the injured alongside Ms. Kettleburn. I'll deal with Professor Ainsworth's removal. He has attacked the students."
His eyes narrowed as he took a step towards Rafferty in return. "A threat? Oh, you should have done your homework on me, Professor Ainsworth. I don't play around with threats, I make promises...and keep them." There was an eerie calm that had settled upon him as he readied himself to make good on his promise. "I'll say this one last time. Remove yourself from the Great Hall this instant. You are no longer welcome here." There was no way he was going to back down or let Rafferty continue on his rampage.
He no more than finished speaking when another goon entered the Great Hall. "I'll lower my wand as soon as Rafferty leaves the Great Hall." He quickly addressed Professor Le Roux without taking his eyes off of Ainsworth. "And, you would be wise to leave with him. We don't take kindly to Professors threatening or harming students."
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Originally Posted by cindajean
Bettie fight back tears from her hurting arm and maybe broken nose and also fight back her anger Bettie trying not to be snappy answer Professor Wishart. "Ice, yes, maybe, would that help?
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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch
SPOILER!!: Foster & Chloe
Foster quickly filled him in on the situation. In another circumstance Joshua would have made a shocked face and noise at hearing what Ainsworth had done to the students but there was no time for that. Taking up his wand he mumured "Expecto Patronum!" and watched for a second how his unicorn galloped out of the great hall to find Healer McMillan. Hopefully she’d make haste to get there.
Crouching down on his knees next to Chloe it was hard for Professor Wishart to miss seeing the pitiful look in the sixth years eyes as he heard behind him how Foster tried to get Ainsworth to leave. Reaching out to pet Chloe on the arm gently he reassured. "I'm here to help all of you Chloe. Haven’t you been taught Finite Incantatem in Charms class? It's usually the go to spell for reversing most jinxes, hexes and curse effects." The look of Zoryn and Sylvie crumpled figures though made Joshua think that there would probably be more healing needed to fix what had been done to them. Gripping his wand tighthly he murmured "Finite Incantatem!" as he directed and cast spells both at Zoryn and Sylvie hoping it’d ease their discomfort until Madam McMillan could arrive.
Joshua was about to turn his attention to Bettie when he heard the unmistakable sneering voice of one Gustave Le Roux. He detested that man as much as any of Scrimegour’s goons. Straightening up he turned to face the other man wishing his eyes could shoot daggers as he answered hotly, anger rising. "No, these student’s can’t care for themselves Professor Le Roux. Can’t you see that they are hurting badly? They need our help to get to the hospital wing for treatment right now."
Professor Wishart was about to turn to the students again when Gustave had the audacity to threaten him and Chloe which made him even more furious as he moved slightly to block Chloe from view as he tightened the grip on his wand once more, facing Gustave. "Don’t threaten me Le Roux or the student’s in this school. I will report this to the BoG and i will make sure you regret it if you raise your wand to attack me or the students around us. I strongly suggest you leave the Great Hall right now with your pal Professor Ainsworth. Neither of you are welcome here."
Beckoning Bettie to come over to him with his left hand Professor Wishart said calmly, understanding that the young slytherin was probably both scared and shocked. "Ice will ease the pain and make your nose stop bleeding until Healer McMillan get’s here." Holing his wand out over his open hand he murmured "Glacius!" conjuring up a small globe of ice which he held out to Bettie. "Here put it on your nose for a little while. It’ll help. Are you sure you aren’t hurt anywhere else?"
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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack
Zoryn Spinnet out, yo!
It’s a good thing Zoryn had blacked out because she literally would’ve yelled at Professor Wishart’s absolute stupidity. Seriously, was EVERY Professor here incompetent???? Or maybe she would’ve yelled at Professor Le Roux for implying that this wasn’t at all a dire situation. OR perhaps she would’ve tried to kick Professor Davis the same way in which she had tried to kick Ainsworth, seeing as their Arithmancy teacher was also doing absolutely nothing to help anyone.
But thankfully, Zoryn was out.
The Gryffindor didn’t regain consciousness until a few moments after ‘finite’ was cast. Slowly she began to open her eyes, feeling mildly dizzy and very sore. She did try to make eye contact with Sylvie and Chloe, but ultimately decided to close her eyes again.
There was nothing she wanted to do more than ACTUALLY kick Ainsworth in his ~~manhood~~ but fortunately for that block of cheese, she was in far too much pain to stand up. The hex had hit both her body and legs. And she was 100% not doing okay.
So yeah, the floor was fine, thnx.
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Originally Posted by cindajean
Bettie grabbed one of the cloth napkins off the table and made her way to Professor Wishart. Bettie making sure she was in a spot where she can keep her eye on Ainsworth and Le Roux. She was not going to turn her back towards them. With the napkin in Battie's right hand she took the small globe of ice and placed it on her nose and held up her left arm."I was hit in the arm"Bettie said glaring at Ainsworth then to Le Roux and back at Ainsworth.
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Originally Posted by Cassirin
Finite incantatem? Chloe gave Professor Wishart such a very skeptical look at that. Yes, definitely, she knew that spell, but since her friends were laying spread out all over the floor, it seemed a bit simplistic as a counterspell. Then again, Zoryn was starting to stir, although the swelling still looked terrible. It appeared the professor knew what he was talking about and Chloe Kettleburn was a useless potato.
"My arm was hit too, Bettie. Here, lemme see if this makes it feel better," Chloe pointed her wand at the girl's arm and cast Finite Incantatem. It couldn't hurt, at least. "Maybe you could do my arm? And keep that ice on your nose for now. I know it hurts." Being bossy helped calm her down. That was probably why most people went into teaching around here, right?
She kept her wand loose and ready on the off chance these bozos kept after them in spite of their professorial barricade. If she had to defend Sylvie and Zoryn and Bettie, then she was ready this time. Maybe a nice Tarantallegra. She'd like to see Ainsworth do the Cha-cha Slide.
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Originally Posted by cindajean
Bettie watched very closely as she cast the spell on her arm."It feels much better. Thank you. As for your arm. I have not done that spell but I can give it a try if you really want me to."
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Originally Posted by Calvin Fletcher
What....in Merlin’s beard.....was happening?
Fletcher entered the Great Hall for a quick snack, stopping just beyond the giant double doors at all...this.
Wands drawn at each other, Spinnet out (not necessarily a bad thing on its own but there was certainly an issue of conduct here), burns? Threats? The man lowered the apple he’d carried along from the kitchen, stunned at first but quickly regaining his composure at the mention of reporting this to the BoG. “That won’t be necessary, Wishart.” He said, moving into the room with his own calm. If he was disturbed by everything around him, it didn’t show in his expression as he calmly walked up to Le Roux and nudged his wand down with his hand.
“We’ve all gotten a little heated and forgotten ourselves. It must be the impending summer.” He spared a glance about the room, irked beyond what showed on his expression. What honestly were they doing? Were they aware of the image this would cast on Scrimgeour. Something like this getting out would be....inconvenient, to say the least.
”None of this needs to leave the Great Hall. Le Roux, Ainsworth, I’d been hoping to get your help with a few things back in my office. He turned to Foster and Wishart. “I trust you can handle this minor situation appropriately and it won’t need to be brought any further. I’d hate for further re-evaluations to be done.” Scrimgeour might suddenly find himself needing to fire more people if they caught his drift.
“Gentlemen.” He gestured toward the door before heading there himself. Not once did he stop to properly look at the state of the students, it would only aggravate him further. This wasn’t acceptable behaviour, but he wouldn’t go publicly scolding. It was important to maintain ranks.
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Originally Posted by Rafferty Ainsworth
Was Rafferty pleased to have reinforcements? Yes. Yes, he was. He certainly did not need Le Roux’s help to take on Davis. Rafferty only wanted back up because there were more here who were anti- Scrimgeour. As of now the focus was on Davis. Not the pesky students. Not the idiot Wishart. Not even Le Roux. Davis took a step forward and Rafferty matched it with one of his own. The wand clenched in his fist was raised even higher. “What if I refuse, Davis?’’ The question came out in a menacing growl.
The arrival of Calvin did not improve Rafferty’s mood. Dueling Davis was what he wanted to do more than anything. Not even Wishart mentioning the Board of Governors was going to detour him. Only Calvin could do that because he was Scrimgeour’s right hand man.
Rafferty maintained his stance for a full half a minute. A nasty hate filled glare was thrown at Davis before Rafferty moved exit the Great Hall. The other Hogwartians got no further attention from him.
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Originally Posted by Birchwoodmom
His heart pounded with anticipation. He was ready to duel Rafferty if that was what it would take to keep the students safe. Foster knew his dueling skills were modest at best, but Rafferty didn't know it. His eyes zeroed in on Ainsworth as he took another step forward and hoped Joshua would have his back.
To is great relief, Calvin entered and called off the goon squad. Foster had never been so happy to see the man and almost laughed at the glare Rafferty threw his way. It took every bit of his professionalism to not give a taunting toodaloo wave as Professor Ainsworth moved to exit the Great Hall. "Don't you worry yourself, Professor Fletcher, Professor Wishart and I are more than capable of taking care of this so called minor incident. You and your fellow professors have far greater things to worry about."
With Rafferty out of the way and La Roux's lowered wand, Foster spun around to help the injured students as best he could until the healer arrived. He looked to Joshua "What do you need from me?" He looked to see which students still needed attention, but Joshua and Chloe seemed to have it under control. Bettie was being helped by Chloe, Zoryn seemed to be coming to next to Sylvie and the others after Joshua's help.
"How did all of this even start?" He asked Joshua, not expecting his fellow professor to have any more of an idea than he did. "And, if that..." He caught himself before saying a word that shouldn't be said around students. "If Calvin seriously thinks that this incident won't be reported, he's a bigger fool that I thought. As soon as everyone is taken care of, you and I have an owl to send."
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Originally Posted by Gustave Le Roux
Gustave really just wanted to hex that smirk off of Professor Wishharts face! Did they think he cared about the BOG? Hardly! Scrimgeour himself had hired him, if anything it was the other mans job that was at stake, and he would be watching him more closely to see if he could find him breaking the rules.
The stupid former Astronomy teacher got fired for having tea on the grounds.
Tea...
Just Tea.
Surely it would be easy to get rid of this guy? After he sent a nice stinging hex his way? Or perhaps something worse? He wondered how well the Healer knew the counter curse to sectumsempra?
He was in the middle of deciding which spell to use when Calvin came over and nudged his wand hand down.
Le Roux just shrugged and with a quick twirl his wand was back it its holster and he was turning to leave.
“It must be the impending summer.” He sneered at the other two Professors.
“Evening.” And with that he was turning and heading off after Fletcher.
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Merlin's Beard! (Term 50, 2096-2097) 
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Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Gryffindor
Hufflepuff
Ravenclaw
Slytherin
a decedent of Rufus Scrimgeour? 
Sorry for the late start and not giving everyone a full reply, but real life happened, as it so often does!
a sauce covered Professor Ainsworth in the Great Hall has really hurt students too and Professor Le Roux didn't help with his threats and sneering! Bad men! Professor Davis and Wishart is on the scene with the students trying to help.
