"I suppose." Tate put his chin on his fist and gave the Gryffindor girl a lazy look. Seventh year, wasn't she? That seemed right, which meant she probably required advice on career placement or some other such nonsense that really should be done with her Head of House.

"Sit down, please."

Lexi giggled a bit and bounced into the room. "Thank you sir," she said as she plopped into a seat. "Thank you for letting me have a moment of your time," she continued in the same breath. Then shifting a bit in her seat she got her serious face on.

She was INDEED there for advice AND to tell him thank you and such. "Headmaster... I wanted to thank you for -- well for being so awesome, really." GIGGLES. "AS you know I am getting ready to graduate and well... you have been a fantastic leader and role model and... I suppose I wanted your advice about some things before I left. If you will indulge me that is." MORE GIGGLES.

Merlin. She had the Neptune Bott disease. "Here's some advice for you, Chuckles: people will take you a lot more seriously in life if you giggle a bit less and listen to yourself a bit more. You're of age now, so you have to act the part."

Or else he'd tear off his own bloody ears and throw them in the fire. True fact.

"I'll indulge you, but you realize this is a conversation you're supposed to have with your Head of House?"

Well he was grumpier than she remembered. GAH. Sadfacing a little bit she ignored that bit about giggles. Because REALLY... what was the problem with GIGGLING and being HAPPY?! Nothing if you asked her. Unable to contain one last thought she said, "I am of age and I do giggle a lot, but that doesn't mean I don't accomplish what I set forth to do, sir. There is nothing wrong with being happy." Chew on that Head Dude.

Nodding a bit she then sadfaced even more. "Well if I could catch Madame Donovan for a moment I surely would have this conversation with her... or not. I love her very much, but I am not sure we could get through a proper conversation about my leaving, sir. I have grown quite close with her you see."

Drifting off in thoughts for a moment she then shook her head slightly and placed her smile back in place. "Anyhow. Sir, I was wondering what you would say to someone who was extremely mixed up about their career path? I mean... I love to write and have done a bit of it here... I have always thought about Law Enforcement, but I don't really think I want a dangerous job with so much time to put into it... I love quidditch, but admittedly haven't played in a good while. -- Maybe politics or... drama. I have no idea, sir..."

After having had some fun in the observatory, it decided to explore the room with the scary gargoyle guards. It had shaken its head at them before making his way up the spiral staircase weeeeeeeee!-ing as it ascended. Once it reached the top of the stairs it peered about curiously.

Snoring portaits. Ooohh this could be funny. Biting its lower lip and grinning in excitement, the teddy and metal box were abandoned on the floor and it ran over to the very big and very tidy desk. Was there anything to have fun with? There was parchment! very neat, stacks of parchment! Dragging itself up onto the ornate armchair, it then pulled itself up onto the desk, with a little difficulty.

Once up here it had a pretty good view of the office. It was pretty and there were things! The portraits continued to snore, some of their subjects slumping in their frame.
Feeling a little rebellious, it decided to ... mess things up a bit. It was far too neat.

Bouncing excitedly, it kicked up a foot which sent a big pile of parchment crashing to the floor, it landed in a messy heap. It did the same to another similar pile, but got a little bored. Hopping down from the desk it eyed the pile of parchment, hhmmm. Another thought had occured to it.

Getting down on its knees, it took armfuls of the parchment and held it to its chest. Then with a small burst of energy sent them flying in the air, scattering all over the office floor. It wasn't quite like snow. The snow had been fun, but parchment didn't ahve the same effect.

Wiping its still inky hands on the carpet, it then turned to look at the photographs of various people sitting behind the big desk. Oohhhhh.
It took one of them, then returned to the foot of the stairs to collect its teddy and metal box. What else could it do now? it thought as it descended the stairs, its eyes scanning the shadows on the way down. It didn't want to get caught, nope, not yet.

Hmph. She was a silly child, that much was clear, and Tate didn't need to spend much time with her to realize it. Adulthood was going to be a serious struggle. "If you don't currently play Quidditch, you're unlikely to get scouted and walking on a team is much more difficult, especially being rusty. I would say you enjoy it as a hobby and not a passion if you didn't care enough to try out this year. As for law enforcement, that isn't universally a dangerous field, but you're certainly not eligible for the Auror training program. I would suggest you look into university. You can take writing courses and study a variety of the subjects you're interested in, and when the time comes to decide, you'll have the experience needed to make an informed one rather than something willy nilly based on how you feel."

He fished around in his drawer for a pamphlet on Wizarding University and handed it to the girl. "There's a campus in Edinburgh, if you don't want to go too far."

In a flash, and almost as if he hadn't been there, Tate watched his office quickly and chaotically reduced to shambles. Erm... he was sitting right there, but he missed exactly how it happened. "What... erm... what??"

One thing rang out in her mind as he spoke... "Exactly WHY am I not eligible for the Auror Training Program? I got eight OWLs. O's in Defence, Potions, Ancient Runes, AND Transfiguration. I still took Charms at NEWT level even though I missed that OWL exam," she said seriously. She WAS eligible on her grades alone. Defense had ALWAYS been her best subject, that HE should know considering he taught her for so long.

Ugh. MORE schooling? No thank you. She took the pamphlet anyway and nodded slightly. "Thanks Headmaster. I think I am going to stay in London though. I will take a look at this anyway." And then as she was getting ready to ask if she could go... the room basically blew up.

As the last piece of parchment fell to the ground in front of her she stared at Tate wide eyed. ... "Sir? Did I make you angry or sommat? Did you... do this all wandlessly or sommat? Because I didn't DO this," she said deadpan. GEEZ! If she was annoying him so badly all he had to do was ask her to go, not to blow his room up.

"Because it's bloody dangerous and you just said you didn't want to put yourself into danger," Tate rolled his eyes. She was slow too, surprising considering the number of NEWT levels she said she was taking. "You just disqualified yourself, miss, by saying you weren't interested in a dangerous job. No need to get up in arms about it. I certainly don't mind if you want to pursue such a career, but it doesn't sound as if it would suit you much."

Besides, the Aurors were fairly hard up as it was for good recruits. They didn't need a giggler who was afraid of getting hurt. Better for those like Dakest and Browne and Chosen, who were willing to jump two feet into the fray.

"And I didn't destroy my office, but it seems you didn't see the culprit either. I suppose I'll have to get the elves up here to clean it immediately."

Lexi rolled her eyes right back at him this time around. "Well I won't take anymore of your time, Headmaster. Thanks." For a whole lot of nothing. GAH. Rude and not very helpful at all, he was. Perhaps she DID need to find Madame Donovan. At least she wouldn't tell Lexi she wasn't good enough for anything in the adult world.

Rising from her seat she paused for a moment and looked right at him. "You may think I giggle too much and don't want to put myself in harms way and perhaps in YOUR mind that disqualifies me from big things in life, but I will make it in whatever I choose to do. You'll see." With a firm nod she turned and left the room being sure to pick her way through the mess very carefully.

And that was a serious overreaction. He ought to write a letter to Bole and suggest the man avoid the headache of a girl who was clearly incapable of listening to anyone other than herself.

He turned his eyes back to the parchment on his desk.