Davina looked up. More students? Mmmhhm.

"Come in," she said quietly, and the door swung open once again, to let the person - or people, given that there had been at least two, different knocks - on the other side, in.

The child had given no last name. Di considered if she ought to address her by her first. Perhaps.

"It's good to have you here... Sophia," she said. Picking up her wand, she conjured a new chair. In case the girl wanted to sit down. "Oh, it is. Of course, I can't say everyone takes an instant liking - or liking at all - to it, but it certainly has an awe-inspiring history." She smiled lightly.

Maxie-luff!!!!!!!! <3333
 

Ok Riley reeaaaallllly needed to use the restroom, like NOW!!!!! He hadn't gone in any of the other ones in the school due to his lack of knowing where they were. He had been content with running up the seventh floor everyday to use the one in the Common Room but now he was running all the way from the Grounds and there had to be one around here somewhere.

Finally rounding the corner he saw a single door near the Ancient Runes classroom he knocked on it and then waited for someone to yell that it was occupied or he would be bursting if not. He thought it was an individual loo. He continued to hop on the spot as he waited.

Chris swiss! <33333
 

Oh my. The current student population of Hogwarts was certainly an enthusiastic bunch. Proof? Yet another knock!

"Come in," Di said, lifting her face a tiiny bit to look at the door - which swung open, yet again.

Oh. That was... insightful of the child? Di's smile grew a bit. She did, after all, have no words to explain how she preferred formality over its opposite. Deciding to put that matter aside - in some old corner of her mind - for now, she listened to Sophia. Miss Lombardi. Both?

"No, it's okay," she said. "Is this your first year or your second, Miss Lombardi?" The girl could be no older than twelve, could she?

Befoer the door swung open, Riley knocked one more time, this time making his presence known. "Hey could you maybe rap it up in there sometime this century? You aren't the only one in the Castle who needs that loo!"

Finally the door opened and Riley was about to trample whoever stood in his way (they had sure taken long enough in there) and make his way into the restroom when he came face to face with a Professor, a woman to be even more embarrassing!

Merlin's. Liver. Spotted. Hands. All of the color drained from the Gryffndor's face and the sudden urge to relieve himself was long gone. He didn't know what to do. He just stood there, he felt like crying.

Davina's smile grew smaller... and smaller... and smaller.

Oh.

To be honest, she did not know how to react, courtesy the colour the boy's face had now acquired. It could be a genuine mistake, it honestly could. Benefit of the doubt? Perhaps.

"May I ask which year you are in... sir?" She asked, quietly.

Yes. That was it. This had to be a first year, in disguise. Because, honestly, any fifteen or sixteen year old would be able to tell the difference between an office door, and a... well.

Oh the horror!!! Why did this have to happen to him?! Could she stop looking at him now? He just wanted to crawl up in a corner and die from embarrassment right now. He stood there for another few seconds unsure if his voice would ever work again.

Then she asked what year he was in. Oh great, his puny size comes up again. "Um..I'm a f-fifth year, ma'am." he said with a voice so uncharacterically small for his usual comanding demeanor. "I am guessing this isn't the..." he couldn't even finish, the huge wave of self-consciousness crashed on the Gryffindor again.

"I'm new here." he whispered, the paleness of his face flushed to a bright red, matching the horrid house color that didn't go at all well with his skin tone.

Serious. Formal. Davina Markovic.

Yes, all those words went together.

It was no wonder, then, that Davina had no idea - none at all - how to react to such a situation. She had taught kids before. She had taught, and crybabies, troublemakers, drama kings and queens - she had tackled them all. But she had never met a student who had mistaken her office for... well, something else, before.

She grabbed at his words, like a drowning person at a piece of log.

"Oh. I see." New. Yes, that explained things. "Looks like you're not alone, in that case. I'm new too, Mr. -" Mr. Please-don't-mistake-my-office-for-a-bathroom-again?

Um.

His name? What was his name, the Gryffindor had forgetten in his bathroom shame. Oh his name will forever be intertwined with bathroom in this professor's mind.

"M-My name is Sinclair, Riley Sinclair. A Gryffindor." he said his name and then instantly fell silent again, not very lion like. She seemed nice enough, but he was not able to tell her true personality at the moment. Sheer panic and confusion covered her facial features and made it kind of difficult to get a kindness reading.

Well at least she hadn't clobbered him yet...did that count as a plus?

Okay. She could handle this. She could handle this. Davina imagined herself taking a deep breath. "I see," she said, slowly. How to say it? "If you wish to leave, you are excused, Mr. Sinclair."

He needed to... go, right? At any rate, Davina was sure her wording sounded appropriate enough.

Cue stalking!
 

Rhea sucked at Runes! She absolutely sucked at it and so she felt it appropriate to find the runes professor and give her a heads up on her situation, so she didn't think that she like had the brain of a troll or something when she went to class. Why did she choose Runes again? Meh, for the life of her she would never know, she just did because she never gave up, which is why she needed to see the professor with the really cool name hehe. But then she heard chatting and she wondered if the professor was busy or not...meh...

She knocked hesitantly, if the professor was indeed busy maybe she just wouldn't hear the knock and that would be cue enough for Rhea to come back at a different time.

Thanks very much" Rex told the professor. I would love to help you fix your office or help with yoru classroom" Rex told her.

Davina! BWAHA. *snugs* <3
 

Yet another knock? Oh my, she was going to need a better seating arrangement, here. Soon.

"Come in."

Enthusiasm. Good thing, that. Di nodded, pleased. "Thank you for the offer," she said. "I've settled in nicely, but if I need help in setting up the Runes classroom for a lesson, I'll know who to ask for help, Mr. -?"

Yes, a name would be nice.

"Sorry, my name is Rex Trigwell" Rex told Professor Markovic. " Thanks, I would love to set up your classroom" Rex said to Professor Markovic.

"Good to meet you then, Mr. Trigwell," Davina said. "Yes, it's always nice to have a helping hand."

She paused. "Perhaps you have questions about the subject?" He was free to leave, otherwise. Or pursue a conversation, if he wanted. At any rate, Davina had nothing much to do today.

"I am a first year!" Sophia said, excitedly. "Let me just say, this school is huge!" she said, truthfully. The school is way bigger than we she had thought it would be. She is still getting lost around the school even though she should have learned the place by now.

Di laughed. "It is," she agreed. "I transferred to Hogwarts for my last year of school-level study and ended up lost on my first day here." Seventeen years old and lost inside a school. Of course, Di had not been laughing then. Life had been... a bit too much to handle, back then.

Strange to be back?

Why, yes.

Emily nodded as the proffessor told her of her rune set, "Yes, this rune set has been in my family for ages and ages." Emily said, "My family is a gypsy family and well i have just inherited all of my families divination things... long explanation... but the rune set was one of them and i have to spend my summers learning to use all of these forms of divination."

cookie lady XD
 

Kurumi approached the door feeling a bit nervous about coming to the professor's office just to ask for a cookie recipe. Maybe she should have thought of a rune related question? Seeing as she knew very little about runes, except for the things covered in class and what she had read in her textbook, she was having a hard time coming up with anything more than "what do all the sweets from class have to do with runes?" Perhaps there was a rune that represented sweet things? A cookie rune perhaps?

Still trying to think of something more to ask than "can I please have your cookie recipe?", Kurumi reached out and knocked on the door gently two times.

LAAAATE. Sorry, guys. >_<
 

That sounded like one, tough assignment! "It seems that your focus is Divination-via-Runes," Di said, pleasantly. "It's something of an intuitive field. Good luck - you'll need that on your side."

Though effort is, of course, more important. Every time.

Plastic noodle? Di blinked, only to realize something... that must be from Fina! Smiling lightly, she allowed the plastic item to come to a rest and then, picking up the note, skimmed through it.

Only to hear a knock at the door.

Sliding the note and noodle, both, into a drawer, she looked up. That must be another student.

"Please do come in," Di called out.

Kurumi slowly opened the door and peeked her head in. Did this professor have a thing about taking shoes off or looking at the ground when being spoken to or other such things? She instead stood awkwardly in the doorway.

"G-good evening, professor. I'm Kurumi Hollingberry," Kurumi said bowing slightly - she probably didn't need to introduce herself seeing as they had had two classes together already. She still hadn't thought up a good rune question to ask along with the cookie recipe. Professor Markovic didn't seem like Dragon Lady, so maybe that was OK for them to just chit chat a little and for her to get that cookie recipe. She had even brought her cookie recipe journal with her where she had glued various recipes into its contents. "Um..." now came the real awkward part. "I was just wondering if you happened to have that cookie recipe we talked about in class?"

"Good evening, Miss Hollingberry," Di said, deciding not to mention that she already knew the Gryffindor's name. Instead, she glanced at one of the comfortable, vacant chairs in front of her desk and said, all pleasantly, "Please do take a seat."

The cookie recipe? Of course. Di hadn't forgotten. She slid open a drawer, and took out a book titled The Cookie Haven by Daisy Newtington. "It's the third recipe in the book," she said, as she placed it on the desk so that the Gryffindor could pick it up. "I hope you'll enjoy testing it out, Miss Hollingberry."