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If permitted to enter the highly exclusive and incredibly pink palace of Headmistress Anastasia Reina (née Bunbury) Truebridge, please take a moment to allow your eyes to adjust. The current occupant of the Head chambers has distinct fashion tastes unlike any of her predecessors. And yes, she does re-do her office every three few years.
The large, thick black desk, which is easily the largest item in the room, rests on a fairly new, geometrically patterned pink and black carpet. In front of the desk are two nearly new black and pink, modernly styled guest chairs; behind it is what can only be described as a veritable throne. This, obviously, is where the Headmistress sits when she is in the office. If you're here to speak with her, you might as well have a seat in one of the guest chairs. You aren't welcome elsewhere in this office.
As you take your seat and look around, you'll notice that the room is lush with healthy green plants in black pots; new black curtains which are usually pulled back from the spacious windows; books and magazines scattered on matching black wooden end tables; and lots and lots of framed personal photos. Most of the photo occupants (the ones that you can see, anyway) are the Headmistress' husband, a former professor himself, and a baby photo of her now six-year-old son, who is certain to grow up to be a genius. The largest photo, which sits facing the Headmistress' throne and the large window behind it, is of the three Truebridges from before they left Egypt.
The other frames on the walls of the room include portraits of former headmasters; a glass-encased man's cane; and a framed scrap of paper from one of Hogwarts' own student publications. In the back corner of the room, near the door that leads to the rest of the Headmistress' chambers, is a collection of very rare brooms locked up inside a black wood corner cabinet. In front of the cabinet sits a large pink wicker basket, usually containing a very pampered, very fat ginger cat. This is Gingersnapple.
Gingersnapple is most protective of his master's chambers, so if you truly wish to speak the Headmistress in her office, be aware that you are doing so at your own risk. Please note: This room is an animal-free zone... with the obvious exception of Gingersnapple.
OOC: You absolutely may not enter this office unless given the password or given IC/OOC access by the Headmistress. If you RP yourself here without following instructions, your post will be deleted.
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Anastasia more or less dragged her wrinkly, old-lady frame into her office ahead of the group. She'd already forgotten what most of them were doing here, with the obvious exception of Cece, who was healing her. What what what where.... where was her teapot?
The redhead slumped herself into her throne desk chair and pressed a hand to her forehead. Ugh. Effort. It was all so draining, this........ living thing. She closed her eyes to try to ignore the achiness in all her joints and limbs. It was AWFUL.
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WHOA.
Sophie was going into the Headmistress's OFFICE--and she wasn't even in trouble! She felt AWESOME. Extra special. Privileged. Whatever--you name it! The only thing that might threaten her happy mood was the fact that she wasn't sure she could make it up these stairs. Whatever happened to mobilicorpus anyway?
Sophie finally made it into the office just after the Headmistress herself. WOOT--the two little old ladies ahead of the pack! Sophie entered the room and lingered around just out of the doorway as she waited on the others. Was there a chair? A bed?
Cosgrach had let go of her hand while they climbed the stairs and entered the room third after Sophie. He didn't bother to examine the room as he already knew it, and sat on one of the seats in front of her desk.
..."Annie?" She didn't look fine at all, and right now he was WORRIED.
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Carter was in the Headmistress's office. It took him a few seconds to remember he wasn't in trouble. It still kind of had an ominous feel despite him not being in school anymore.
But he was a Governor and here to discuss a problem. So. He'd get over his feeling.
He watched, with concerned eyes, as the Headmistress made it to her seat. He remained standing so any physically older people that needed to join their conversation could have a seat.
Had the Healer made it up the stairs yet? He glanced over his shoulder to check. He had some questions for her. He'd wait until the Headmistress caught her breath though. ... or whatever she was doing sitting like that. He didn't want to overwhelm anyone when the Headmistress was so on the brink of... ... ...
Yeah. He was just going to let that thought casually drop off. And hope the Headmistress didn't drop off too.
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Cassandra was quite surprised to find that Carter was already there, especially since he had been assigned elsewhere, but it was no matter. Strength in numbers, and all that. She entered the room and glanced around briefly before claiming a seat for herself.
It was very pink, but no longer surprising. And it made it feel less like it belonged to Cassandra when the monochromatic theme made her eyes swim. Now then... what sort of mood was the Headmistress in?
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Annie was definitely out, out cold. Snoozing. Lightly. She didn't stir at the door opening and closing, but she did make a soft, "Hmmr?" sound when Cosgrach called her name in concern.
She just needed to sleep, just needed some rest. She was so old, so tiiiiiiired.... but there were people here, people who wanted something from her?
"Tea?" the redhead mumbled without opening her eyes. Tea, yes, her house elf would get them tea... Pinky was so reliable... such a good elf....
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Holy old people batman!
Had Anastasia actually aged that much on the way up to her office from the entrance hall? The woman was looking and acting like she was about two-hundred years old. And was she... dead sleeping? And what was with poor little old Sophie over there? The poor girl looked like she was running a race with Anastasia to see who could get older the fastest.
At least there was finally a governor there with them. Even if he was one of the youngest she had ever seen on the board.
Oh, make that TWO governors now. And one of them just so happened to be the president of the board. Good. Maybe they would finally be able to get the proper help they needed around this school to get this problem taken care of.
"I don't really think anyone is here for tea headmistress." Now that they knew the woman wasn't dead sleeping...
"Have you ever seen anything like this before?" Her question was directed towards the governors of course.
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Okay, so...Sophie sort of felt out of place, like she'd ended up in here by accident alone. However, she just couldn't bring herself to get up and leave. Number one, it might be considered rude, and with this many adults in here and her being the only kid, she was seriously outnumbered. Then two--who got to sit in on a meeting in the HEADMISTRESS' OFFICE?!
Sophie Newell, that's who.
So this little second year snake wasn't moving. She felt important. Hmph. She WAS important. Who was she kidding? She was AWESOME, and this just proved that everybody thought so!
She stood back and followed along, all the while secretly pretending she was someone like the Minister of Magic or a member of the Wizengamot. She banged an imaginary gavel in her head. Order in the courtroom!
Then Healer Tillstorm asked a question, obviously to the adults, but--...but! AHEM. Sophie raised her hand like she was in class. She was taking to the Governors, but...Sophie had IDEAS. Pick me, pick me!
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Healer Tillstorm had been addressing the governors in the room, but she just couldn't overlook the fact that the little old lady Sophie was waving her hand like she had something really important to say. Either that or she really had to pee and she needed help to find the loo. "What is it Sophie?" She asked looking at the girl.
Did the child know why she looked older than her grandmother, instead of looking like the thirteen year old girl she really was?
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Healer Tillstorm had been addressing the governors in the room, but she just couldn't overlook the fact that the little old lady Sophie was waving her hand like she had something really important to say. Either that or she really had to pee and she needed help to find the loo. "What is it Sophie?" She asked looking at the girl.
Did the child know why she looked older than her grandmother, instead of looking like the thirteen year old girl she really was?
Sophie suddenly noticed that she had the Healer's attention, and truth be told, it made her a little nervous. Because of the Healer? No. It was because in the end, all Sophie could think about was the fact that she was just a kid in a room full of important adults. She kind of wanted to just ask to leave, but...this was important stuff, this aging!
She lowered her hand. "I...have an idea," she said. Her voice cracked, and she cleared her throat. "...about why we're aging and stuff. Well, there's this new ghost here. Her name's Marion Burbage, and she showed up around the time of that pep rally we had in the dungeons. She seemed pretty mad about something at first. Something dealing with Bentley causing her death." Yeah. Scary moment right there. Caleb and Sophie had promptly excused themselves and pretty much run for the hills.
"My brother said she flew right through him and some other people, too. Lex was there. People pretty much started aging right afterwards," Sophie recalled. "Anyway, a few of us talked to Mrs. Burbage, and she told us how lonely she was. I'm not trying to be rude to an adult," because Burbage was STILL an adult to Sophie, "but it seems like she's pretty bitter about things. It's almost like, I don't know. Like she's trying to either punish us for what's happened to her, or she's trying to age us so she'll have more ghostly friends."
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Holy old people batman!
Had Anastasia actually aged that much on the way up to her office from the entrance hall? The woman was looking and acting like she was about two-hundred years old. And was she... dead sleeping? And what was with poor little old Sophie over there? The poor girl looked like she was running a race with Anastasia to see who could get older the fastest.
At least there was finally a governor there with them. Even if he was one of the youngest she had ever seen on the board.
Oh, make that TWO governors now. And one of them just so happened to be the president of the board. Good. Maybe they would finally be able to get the proper help they needed around this school to get this problem taken care of.
"I don't really think anyone is here for tea headmistress." Now that they knew the woman wasn't dead sleeping...
"Have you ever seen anything like this before?" Her question was directed towards the governors of course.
Cassandra was NOT impressed by the hospitality, nor was she impressed by being snored at. She considered herself to be a reasonable, patient woman, and yet... her baby boy looked wizened and miserable. At the rate he was aging, he was essentially assigned a death sentence by the end of the term. And the Headmistress, if that's who this old woman was, happened to be sleeping.
She turned to Tillstorm. "I have never seen anything remotely like this, aside from an Aging Potion... but that wasn't time release and it wasn't this lasting. I wish to speak to the Headmistress on this immediately. Wake. Her. Up." She wasn't upset with the Healer, to be fair, but she wasn't a happy woman either. "My son is infected. This goes well beyond hypothetical for me."
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Carter continued to stare at the Headmistress. She was still alive, right? "And I'm guessing this isn't at all related to de Talone." he said taking a half step closer. That just stopped time, didn't cause things to... progress.
... and now Madame President wanted to speak to the Headmistress? Was that even helpful at this point? She couldn't remember the password to her own office.
"Has anything been tried so far?" he asked the healer. He hoped something had been at least attempted.
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Well apparently Sophie didn't need help finding the loo. She aslo didn't need help staying awake or remembering what she wanted to say unlike someone else in the room. Cece listened carefully to what the thirteen year OLD girl had to say. Only when she was sure she was done with her idea did she finally speak up. "Sophie dear, why are you waiting until now to bring this to anyones attention?" Or had the girl already mentioned it to the sleeping beauty over there only to be ignored by the woman?
Not only that, but what was Marion doing roaming the castle now? Her death had been over two years ago, so what was the purpose of terrorizing everyone now? She couldn't be, could she? She was such a sweet old lady when she was alive.
And why were the Governors just ignoring Sophie like she wasn't even here? Did they think she wasn't important enough to listen to or what?
Looking from one governor to the other, Cece figured she better address the president of the board first, or not. "Of course things have been tried. Do I look like someone who is just going to ignore something like this?" Okay, so that may have had a tone of snarkyness to it, but really? Did Carter seriously think they haven't been trying to figure out what was going on here? "I've tried every Aging Potion antidote I can think of, not to mention some anti-aging potions too. Just when it looks like the symptoms are going away they pop right back up."
The sound of snoring brought Cece's attention back to the headmistress. Right. She needed to wake the woman up. Since Culloden seemed to have no luck waking her, Cece did what she knew would be sure to wake the woman. She pulled the smelling salts out of her pocket and ran them under Anastasia's wrinkled old nose. "Headmistress. You need to wake up now. President Branxton is here to speak with you." Along with that little one Carter. He wasn't quite as important as the president though. So yeah, only a mention of Cassandra Branxton being in the house room.
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Well apparently Sophie didn't need help finding the loo. She aslo didn't need help staying awake or remembering what she wanted to say unlike someone else in the room. Cece listened carefully to what the thirteen year OLD girl had to say. Only when she was sure she was done with her idea did she finally speak up. "Sophie dear, why are you waiting until now to bring this to anyones attention?" Or had the girl already mentioned it to the sleeping beauty over there only to be ignored by the woman?
Not only that, but what was Marion doing roaming the castle now? Her death had been over two years ago, so what was the purpose of terrorizing everyone now? She couldn't be, could she? She was such a sweet old lady when she was alive.
And why were the Governors just ignoring Sophie like she wasn't even here? Did they think she wasn't important enough to listen to or what?
Looking from one governor to the other, Cece figured she better address the president of the board first, or not. "Of course things have been tried. Do I look like someone who is just going to ignore something like this?" Okay, so that may have had a tone of snarkyness to it, but really? Did Carter seriously think they haven't been trying to figure out what was going on here? "I've tried every Aging Potion antidote I can think of, not to mention some anti-aging potions too. Just when it looks like the symptoms are going away they pop right back up."
The sound of snoring brought Cece's attention back to the headmistress. Right. She needed to wake the woman up. Since Culloden seemed to have no luck waking her, Cece did what she knew would be sure to wake the woman. She pulled the smelling salts out of her pocket and ran them under Anastasia's wrinkled old nose. "Headmistress. You need to wake up now. President Branxton is here to speak with you." Along with that little one Carter. He wasn't quite as important as the president though. So yeah, only a mention of Cassandra Branxton being in the house room.
"Oh, Healer Tillstorm's doing a remarkable job," Sophie said, looking toward the Governors. Was she even allowed to talk to them? "She's very caring and reaches out to help other's, so...I'm sure she'd have done something by now if she was able." Yup, that was Sophie Newell's way of thanking Healer Tillstorm for...well, being just what Sophie said--caring and helpful. She trusted the Healer would know what she meant.
She then turned back to the Healer. "Because I didn't come to that conclusion until just now. It took me a while to hear stories from different people, including Mrs. Burbage," Sophie replied. "Also, I didn't want to go around accusing adults, because...I'm just a kid." A sixty-year-old kid, but yeah, a kid. "I'm sorry if it really isn't Mrs. Burbage."
Then she grew quiet again. It was the adults' turn to talk, and she already felt out of place speaking up.
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Yes, Anastasia was out cold. She obviously thought these visitors were here for tea and that she had retreated into her private quarters for a restbit. But apparently, that was not the case, and her old age was getting the best of her once again.
The formerly red-haired Headmistress jolted awake upon having stinky salts shoved under her nose. "I'M AWAKE! I'm here! Where's the fire? Who ate the biscuits? What's this about axes?" She shook herself and attempted to drag her old bones up into a more upright position. Unfortunately, it seemed that most of her limbs were still asleep and refusing to cooperate.
She sneezed suddenly onto the desk and proceeded to wipe her nose on her sleeve. The sneezed appeared to help with her sleepiness. Well then, who were all these people here? "Mrs. Branxton..." she blinked her rheumatic eyes and fussed for her husband's glasses, which were, unbeknownst to her, on a chain around her neck. "Who else is here--- Cece? Cosgrach? The quidditch lad?" Yes, yes, it was all coming back to her now.
"What seems to be the problem, Governors?" Her wrinkly hands were still roaming around her desk and in search of the glasses...
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Cosgrach listened closely to Sophie too, and apparently he and Cece were the only ones to do that, because these Board people directly ignored her and went on accusing Cece.
Who didn't even ask for HIS opinion on POTIONS.
So why was he even here? He was being childish, maybe, but he had every right to be. If she was the healer, he was the potions professor. But he was just lucky to be here - he happened to be the one taking a stroll on the grounds with Annie. Or else, it would be someone else in his place now.
He didn't even bother to hide his emotions and got up with an annoyed expression. Annoyed at Cece. Annoyed at Board people for ignoring Sophie. Annoyed at everything except Sophie, because she was innocent.
"You go sit there," he spoke softly to her as he moved to stand at the back, because his body was younger than hers now. She needed to sit more than him.
"Another student spoke with me the possibility of a purposefully tempered aging potion. That might explain why it didn't respond to antidotes."
Like, if they still cared about HIS opinion on POTIONS.
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"Darling, you accuse someone new every time I run into you," Cassandra rested a brief hand on Sophie's arm before returning her attention to the Headmistress. Her tone was kind, but it was quite serious for the child to be constantly insisting that someONE was to blame. Could they discuss this issue seriously now, please?
"No one is suggesting that you, or the Headmistress, or Professor Culloden haven't put every effort into healing the students or identifying the source of this aging. Mr. Carter's question is reasonable if we are to be updated on what has been done thus far, which we should know already... and yet we're in the dark. Completely." Cassandra sighed at the tempestuous tone of the Healer. She wanted answers, not defenses. She wanted her baby to be well again.
"Headmistres... you're quite old. At the rate you're aging, I rather think you're on death's door, and the students in your care are only a few months behind. This is serious, and the Board of Governors have decided that action must be taken," Cassandra couldn't decide who to address. The Healer was angry, the Headmistress was drowsy, the Newell girl wasn't in a position to make anything happen, and Culloden... well, he was inscrutable.
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At first, Sophie thought she was in trouble--what with Professor Culloden ordering her to sit. Then she realized he wasn't really ordering her to sit but offering her a seat. She knew she admired this man for some reason. He'd really been a great Potions professor this year. "Okay," she said, taking the seat. "Thank you."
She stayed quiet while the adults talked. That is, until Mo's mom spoke up and accused her of...well, accusing people left and right. HOW RUDE! Sophie wanted to make a face at her, a really annoyed face, but she didn't. She simply looked the woman in the eye then looked away again.
Again--HOW RUDE! She didn't even remember accusing anyone in front of this woman before. Maybe Mo's mom liked to make up stuff for fun, like Sophie did. Heh. Had she said something before, though--an accusation, and just not remembered it? Hmm... Nevermind that--actions were being taken!
Sophie tried her best to blend herself in the background so as to get the gossip without getting in the middle of a bunch of important adults.
"There were Minister Healers." Cosgrach's voice was on edge, because he was tired of this issue too. They were on the same page. He wanted this to be over already, and Annie didn't look like... but she wasn't going to... she couldn't, just like how no student would!
"I don't think they could make much out of it." His eyes turned to Cece then, because he hadn't been invited to that meeting, so he was unable to say more.
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"The Ministry Healers sure as hell didn't know what was going on," Anastasia snapped, suddenly showing a moment of clarity through all the old age fog. "No one does. Except the Slytherin girl, perhaps... perhaps she is on to something..." She squinted like she was the verge of recalling something important, but away it went again into the hazy depths of her mind.
Annie sighed deeply, feeling as though the arthritis had even spread to her lungs, as ridiculous as that sounded. She took a few deep breaths to calm herself. "I think perhaps we need more Healers on staff," she wheezed eventually. "I meant to owl you, Cassandra, I did but.. I... I haven't the foggiest where my owl is...." Or the letter she had drafted, or her quill. Come to think of it, where were her glasses? Had she remembered to put her teeth in this morning? Did she blow out the candle in her chambers a few hours ago? How old was her son now?
The Headmistress started scratching her head and crawling her wrinkly old fingers around her desk again in search of these things. The statement about death, dying, and the Governors taking action didn't faze her. "As I told the reporter mabob, my affairs are in order. My son and husband are my sole heirs and are to take control of all my funds immediately upon my demise." She nodded her head forcefully. "Someone will need to continue watering the plants in here, though. And to feed my cat. And I do NOT want to come back as a ghost under ANY circumstances!" Hmph!
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Ohh, this was getting good!
Sophie kept wanting to pinch herself. Was she really in the Headmistress' office listening in, with permission at that, to really important school discussions? Why, yes she was! She was AWESOME, thank you very much!
A few thoughts as she sat here and pretended to be a fly on the wall.
1. Culloden was really annoyed, wasn't he?
2. Mo's mom was not in a good mood. Nor did she seem to like anybody in the room. Sophie included.
3. The Headmistress thought Sophie might know what was going on, which meant she, unlike Mo's mom, believed her.
4. The Headmistress has lost everything she owns.
5. She also seemed to believe they were all going to die soon.
Vell, he was here. Also present were two of his fellow governors, some man he did not recognize, Healer Tillstorm, the shrivelled-up girl that had been in the other meeting, and....good Odin, was that the Headmistress?! Something had truly happened to her. He'd had no idea she too was a victim of this mess.
Erik cleared his throat to signal his presence and really tried to keep his expression from appearing too shocked and pleased at the sight of the ancient woman. "Excuse me, Madame President?" he addressed Cassandra Branxton directly. "I have vhe contact information of Abraham Botros' personal Healer...I believe it vould be beneficial to contact St. Mungo's for vheir professional opinion here." He stepped forward and handed her the slip of paper with the Healer's name.
But...the wheels were already turning in Erik's mind. They would definitely need to shut down the school if the Headmistress died, and how wonderful would it be if that happened? He nearly smiled at the idea.
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So, essentially, the Headmistress had given up? Her affairs were in order? HER AFFAIRS? That was unacceptable. Cassandra Rae-Branxton would not have these children, entrusted to her care albeit differently than before, doomed to live out the next few months of their lives trying to finish bucket lists and get their affairs in order. What sort of affairs did her 16-year-old son have, anyway? A girlfriend he was overly attached to, a crup he adored, a burgeoning interest in Quidditch and photography that he'd never get to see blossom into a career, and a very very sad family he'd be leaving behind.
"No, that doesn't work," Cassandra tossed her head and paced the office. "We will empty Mungo's of Healers. We'll empty every hospital, and bring them all here. We will sell off the furniture, again, and the china, and even the blamed Quidditch hoops. I don't care what we have to do, but we will keep looking, because those children are NOT going to die before they even got to live. My son is not going to die." Pause. "Annie, you are not going to die."
She looked briefly at Erik as he entered, although she was all stirred up and not willing to roll over and acquiesce so easily. "One Healer cannot possibly be enough, but she's a good place to start. I expect you to rally your associates and continue seeking any leads. Anyone who doesn't help can be replaced by those who actually care about children." Another hair toss.
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Vell, he was here. Also present were two of his fellow governors, some man he did not recognize, Healer Tillstorm, the shrivelled-up girl that had been in the other meeting, and....good Odin, was that the Headmistress?! Something had truly happened to her. He'd had no idea she too was a victim of this mess.
Erik cleared his throat to signal his presence and really tried to keep his expression from appearing too shocked and pleased at the sight of the ancient woman. "Excuse me, Madame President?" he addressed Cassandra Branxton directly. "I have vhe contact information of Abraham Botros' personal Healer...I believe it vould be beneficial to contact St. Mungo's for vheir professional opinion here." He stepped forward and handed her the slip of paper with the Healer's name.
But...the wheels were already turning in Erik's mind. They would definitely need to shut down the school if the Headmistress died, and how wonderful would it be if that happened? He nearly smiled at the idea.
Personal Healer?! The man had a personal Healer? Well, just pin a rose on his nose, Sophie thought to herself.
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So, essentially, the Headmistress had given up? Her affairs were in order? HER AFFAIRS? That was unacceptable. Cassandra Rae-Branxton would not have these children, entrusted to her care albeit differently than before, doomed to live out the next few months of their lives trying to finish bucket lists and get their affairs in order. What sort of affairs did her 16-year-old son have, anyway? A girlfriend he was overly attached to, a crup he adored, a burgeoning interest in Quidditch and photography that he'd never get to see blossom into a career, and a very very sad family he'd be leaving behind.
"No, that doesn't work," Cassandra tossed her head and paced the office. "We will empty Mungo's of Healers. We'll empty every hospital, and bring them all here. We will sell off the furniture, again, and the china, and even the blamed Quidditch hoops. I don't care what we have to do, but we will keep looking, because those children are NOT going to die before they even got to live. My son is not going to die." Pause. "Annie, you are not going to die."
She looked briefly at Erik as he entered, although she was all stirred up and not willing to roll over and acquiesce so easily. "One Healer cannot possibly be enough, but she's a good place to start. I expect you to rally your associates and continue seeking any leads. Anyone who doesn't help can be replaced by those who actually care about children." Another hair toss.
Official. New. Hero. Right. Here.
Mo's mom had spoken, and it was like...THE WORD. You know, all official and stuff. Sophie just stared at her in awe before clearing her throat and glancing away. She bet Mo had to walk a really thin line at home. If she didn't, she imagined his mom going all Molly Weasley on him.
Sophie's next thought was--"Nooo! Don't take the Quidditch hoops!", but she refrained from saying that out loud, of course.
What she did say out loud was something she had discovered only a mere day ago. She hadn't even had time to bring it up to anybody yet. "I--..." Pause. Mo's mom had SCARED HER. Anyway... "I was wondering if anybody thought the De-Aging Potion might work? My grandmother taught it in one of her Potions classes," she said. She guessed they would know that the potion reversed the aging process. It might not be long term, but at least they could all take a dose until something else was worked out.
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