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Botros' office has changed dramatically from his previous one in the Ancient Runes floor. The office is located in the headmaster's tower, and you have to go through the stone gargoyles to have access to the spiral staircase that leads to the door. The office itself is very big, with a circular layout. Bookshelves line the walls up to the ceiling, making everyone wonder how exactly the upper books were archived or reached, but magic is the answer to every riddle in the castle.
There is a small seating area directly to the right of the door when you enter. It consists of a big armchair and a couple of couches with a small fireplace in the corner. Opposite of this area is a place for the headmaster's Crup, Feo, to sleep, eat and play.
The desk where professor Botros sits at is on the upper dais with two small stairs to reach it. A big board of carved, glowing runes is set behind the chair, and a couple other letters, moving pictures floated randomly here and there next to him. The headmaster and headmistresses portraits were usually found snoozing in their frames. The portrait of the immediate predecessor of the current headmaster hangs behind the head's desk. Professor Truebridge's portrait is usually seen fussing over something or giving sassy looks at the headmaster's visitors when needed. There is also an enormous, claw-footed desk, and, sitting on a shelf behind it, a shabby, tainted wizard's hat -- the Sorting Hat.
ooc: - only post here when you've been invited by Botros.
It was with mixed feelings that Sabel had made his way up to the Headmaster's office. Mixed feelings of the topic of conversation that they were about to have, all muddled in with past memories and their associated emotions. Needless to say, it was an uncomfortable mix.
And given that the current Headmaster was a good deal older than himself, Sabel once again felt like a child in trouble for one thing or another, as he made his way up the steps after giving the gargoyles the pass-phrase. A much bigger child, but child all the same.
Huffing out a breath of air, Sabel shook the thoughts free. He would hardly be able to make a good argument if his brain was muddled with this and that.
Out of courtesy, he rapped his knuckles against the door before admitting himself. He almost cracked a grin at the portrait of Truebridge, forgetting for a brief moment that she was no longer the big cahoots in Hogwarts. And with that reminder, the office felt all of a sudden very unfamiliar.
He hadn't spent much time getting to know Botros the previous year, and now he was rather regretting it.
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It was with mixed feelings that Sabel had made his way up to the Headmaster's office. Mixed feelings of the topic of conversation that they were about to have, all muddled in with past memories and their associated emotions. Needless to say, it was an uncomfortable mix.
And given that the current Headmaster was a good deal older than himself, Sabel once again felt like a child in trouble for one thing or another, as he made his way up the steps after giving the gargoyles the pass-phrase. A much bigger child, but child all the same.
Huffing out a breath of air, Sabel shook the thoughts free. He would hardly be able to make a good argument if his brain was muddled with this and that.
Out of courtesy, he rapped his knuckles against the door before admitting himself. He almost cracked a grin at the portrait of Truebridge, forgetting for a brief moment that she was no longer the big cahoots in Hogwarts. And with that reminder, the office felt all of a sudden very unfamiliar.
He hadn't spent much time getting to know Botros the previous year, and now he was rather regretting it.
Botros was kneeling in one of the office's many corners, dusting off some books as he looked for a reference to help him in the paperwork scattered on his big desk, that was when professor Dakest walked in.
The old professor stood up, his glasses a bit askew and two big dusty books in his large hands. "Ah! Hello professor," he gave his pleasantry smile and ducked his head in the bookshelf one last time before emerging with a third book. "Great timing, I was just about to make myself some tea and open that box of biscuits my daughter sent. Would you like to join me?" He was at his desk on top of the small stairs, dropping off the three dirty books for later. Botros pushed back his glasses on his nose, to look at the young man clearer.
Botros was kneeling in one of the office's many corners, dusting off some books as he looked for a reference to help him in the paperwork scattered on his big desk, that was when professor Dakest walked in.
The old professor stood up, his glasses a bit askew and two big dusty books in his large hands. "Ah! Hello professor," he gave his pleasantry smile and ducked his head in the bookshelf one last time before emerging with a third book. "Great timing, I was just about to make myself some tea and open that box of biscuits my daughter sent. Would you like to join me?" He was at his desk on top of the small stairs, dropping off the three dirty books for later. Botros pushed back his glasses on his nose, to look at the young man clearer.
Had he not spent a good decade as an Auror, Sabel likely would have actually popped out of his shoes with the jolt of surprise that came with the Headmaster's sudden appearance. As it was, the start was fixed into a somewhat bewildered blink. "Headmaster."
Had to give him credit. He was pretty spry for an old guy.
But then there was the issue of tea. Why was it always tea? Perhaps because it was more soothing than coffee, and therefore more appropriate to civilized conversation.
Needless to say, it would be both rude and unproductive to decline. That, and a hot drink might go down well at this very moment. "A man can hardly decline such a generous invitation."
Especially when it was cookies sent from his daughter. While his own wasn't quite old enough to do such things on her own, Sabel could imagine that each of those biscuits would be like gold. Curious though, it made him realize he hadn't thought much about the Headmaster's family.
Moving up to the desk, Sabel gave the books a curious, sidelong glance. "Decent summer, Sir?"
No need to rush the pleasantries. Especially if there was tea on the table.
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Had he not spent a good decade as an Auror, Sabel likely would have actually popped out of his shoes with the jolt of surprise that came with the Headmaster's sudden appearance. As it was, the start was fixed into a somewhat bewildered blink. "Headmaster."
Had to give him credit. He was pretty spry for an old guy.
But then there was the issue of tea. Why was it always tea? Perhaps because it was more soothing than coffee, and therefore more appropriate to civilized conversation.
Needless to say, it would be both rude and unproductive to decline. That, and a hot drink might go down well at this very moment. "A man can hardly decline such a generous invitation."
Especially when it was cookies sent from his daughter. While his own wasn't quite old enough to do such things on her own, Sabel could imagine that each of those biscuits would be like gold. Curious though, it made him realize he hadn't thought much about the Headmaster's family.
Moving up to the desk, Sabel gave the books a curious, sidelong glance. "Decent summer, Sir?"
No need to rush the pleasantries. Especially if there was tea on the table.
Botros gestured at the corner by the door where there were more comfortable chairs set up, and his very own large armchair. Sitting here at his desk felt too formal, he liked to have a laid-back atmosphere with his former colleagues, which reminded him how little he personally knew or interacted with the Auror slash professor in his company right now. Taking the basket of biscuits from his desk, Botros descended the few steps from his office area towards the corner. "My daughters insist I eat home cooked meals every week even though the house-elves' meals are great," he chuckled and set the basket down on the small coffee table there.
The tea set sat permanently on this table and all Ab had to do was heat up the pot wandlessly. "Blessful summer, I call it. In Egypt with my sons and daughters and their children, it was heartwarming," he smiled widely, his small eyes shining behind his glasses. "Thank you for asking." He felt the need to thank the man because Dakest didn't seem like someone who'd come over for a casual chat with someone else. He had this intense aura about him. Maybe it was his former job. "Hope yours is just as good," he smiled and started pouring them tea. "Sugar or milk?" It was traditional British tea this time.
Botros gestured at the corner by the door where there were more comfortable chairs set up, and his very own large armchair. Sitting here at his desk felt too formal, he liked to have a laid-back atmosphere with his former colleagues, which reminded him how little he personally knew or interacted with the Auror slash professor in his company right now. Taking the basket of biscuits from his desk, Botros descended the few steps from his office area towards the corner. "My daughters insist I eat home cooked meals every week even though the house-elves' meals are great," he chuckled and set the basket down on the small coffee table there.
The tea set sat permanently on this table and all Ab had to do was heat up the pot wandlessly. "Blessful summer, I call it. In Egypt with my sons and daughters and their children, it was heartwarming," he smiled widely, his small eyes shining behind his glasses. "Thank you for asking." He felt the need to thank the man because Dakest didn't seem like someone who'd come over for a casual chat with someone else. He had this intense aura about him. Maybe it was his former job. "Hope yours is just as good," he smiled and started pouring them tea. "Sugar or milk?" It was traditional British tea this time.
Taking one last, long look at the books (and resisting the urge to ask about them), Sabel turned and followed the Headmaster to the seating area. "They sound like they take good care of you."
He couldn't help but wonder at what his own kids would be like, when he was Botros's age. Very quickly, he found it a topic of thought too frightening to consider. At the moment, he just wanted his kids to stay the same age they were. To never have to grow up and face certain realities. And aging, wasn't really something he cared to consider either. Unlike Botros, he didn't think he was capable of doing it with grace.
Reaching the seating area, Sabel cast the man a small smile when he recounted his summer. "Sounds quite lovely. Time with family is always...a blessing." And with that, he took a seat, focusing his attention on the intricate patterns of the tea cups. A slight nod was all the response he cared to give to the question that wasn't quite a question.
The cups themselves looked highly delicate, as if too firm a grip would crack them right in half. He was almost afraid when it came time to pick one up. His hands weren't exactly made for handling fragile things.
So instead, he clasped them together after giving a small wave with his hand. "Just black, please." Like coffee? Right? He really wasn't too sure. Tea wasn't his thing, nor was the knowledge of what went best in it. So, sticking relatively to what he knew seemed safest.
Despite his purpose for the meeting, Sabel found his eyes once again drawn to the books on the Headmaster's desk. "I...had a matter which I wished to discuss with you, but, may I also inquire as to what it is you're studying? Ancient runes was always a past favorite subject of mine."
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The whole switching shoes thing had confused him, but he learnt quickly that these 'rules' were to be followed, the sensation of not being able to control where his legs went was not one he liked. The rest of the trek had been pleasant enough though.
It was strange being in here, everything felt like it belonged in a museum. It was... olden.
Hazel eyes scanning EVERYTHING, Zeke approached Botros' office door and knocked before sticking his head in. "Headmaster Botros?" he asked tentatively. Could he come in now? He would have glanced quickly at a clock, but he didn't seem to find one... the portraits and other things were distractions enough from the task. And look! The sorting hat!
The whole switching shoes thing had confused him, but he learnt quickly that these 'rules' were to be followed, the sensation of not being able to control where his legs went was not one he liked. The rest of the trek had been pleasant enough though.
It was strange being in here, everything felt like it belonged in a museum. It was... olden.
Hazel eyes scanning EVERYTHING, Zeke approached Botros' office door and knocked before sticking his head in. "Headmaster Botros?" he asked tentatively. Could he come in now? He would have glanced quickly at a clock, but he didn't seem to find one... the portraits and other things were distractions enough from the task. And look! The sorting hat!
Botros was sitting on the armchair by the fireplace to the right of the door. His feet were propped up on the small stool in front of him. He heard someone go up the steps to his office and he expected a professor, but apparently not. He fixed his glasses and tapped them to turn them to regular instead of reading to see the Gryffindor boy clearly. "Hello, dear. Come in," he motioned for him with his hand and pointed at the couch next to his chair by the fireplace. "Can I help you with something?"
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Botros was sitting on the armchair by the fireplace to the right of the door. His feet were propped up on the small stool in front of him. He heard someone go up the steps to his office and he expected a professor, but apparently not. He fixed his glasses and tapped them to turn them to regular instead of reading to see the Gryffindor boy clearly. "Hello, dear. Come in," he motioned for him with his hand and pointed at the couch next to his chair by the fireplace. "Can I help you with something?"
With kind words greeting him, Zeke glanced to his right to see the Headmaster sat by the fireplace. As directed, he entered, closing the door behind him. This was the easy part, and it was over too quickly. He would have liked to linger on the niceties a little longer, prolonging the business he had here.
Unfortunately, it was hard to ignore the Headmaster's question.
"I'm hoping you can," he replied, taking a seat on the couch, making himself comfortable before continuing, "but I think I need to apologise to you first." Apologies, he was making a lot of them these days. Hopefully he wouldn't be making many more in the near future.
With kind words greeting him, Zeke glanced to his right to see the Headmaster sat by the fireplace. As directed, he entered, closing the door behind him. This was the easy part, and it was over too quickly. He would have liked to linger on the niceties a little longer, prolonging the business he had here.
Unfortunately, it was hard to ignore the Headmaster's question.
"I'm hoping you can," he replied, taking a seat on the couch, making himself comfortable before continuing, "but I think I need to apologise to you first." Apologies, he was making a lot of them these days. Hopefully he wouldn't be making many more in the near future.
Botros pushed his glasses a little further on his nose bridge and raised the faint hairs on his face that were his eyebrows. "Apologise to me first?" That wasn't the conversation icebreaker he was expecting. Was there something wrong? Why wasn't he hearing this from a professor first? Maybe it wasn't that serious and the boy was beating himself up for it out of hormonal changes and overload emotions. Kids did that sometimes, Botros forgot why that was the case but he would never judge them for it.
"As far as I remember I don't need your apology, but go on," he shifted a little in his big chair to give his full attention to the Gryffindor.
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Botros pushed his glasses a little further on his nose bridge and raised the faint hairs on his face that were his eyebrows. "Apologise to me first?" That wasn't the conversation icebreaker he was expecting. Was there something wrong? Why wasn't he hearing this from a professor first? Maybe it wasn't that serious and the boy was beating himself up for it out of hormonal changes and overload emotions. Kids did that sometimes, Botros forgot why that was the case but he would never judge them for it.
"As far as I remember I don't need your apology, but go on," he shifted a little in his big chair to give his full attention to the Gryffindor.
Zeke nodded. Mmhhmm. Apologise, that's what he said. He SUPPOSED though, that Botros had a point. The man didn't NEED his apology, but he wanted to give it anyway - at least it would clear his own conscience. "I've not been at the top of my game this year, sir," he continued, still trying to find the words to express what he needed to get off his chest, "and so, I wanted to apologise to you because, well because I haven't been taking your subject seriously, and you deserve better than that." Yep, that was sincere of him, no?
Of course, it hadn't just been this year, it had been last year too, and perhaps even the year before.
"See, I've been thinking of what I might want to do when I leave here, and until recently I really didn't know, but I was wondering if you might know much about curse breaking? Or more specifically, what kind of runes is involved in curse breaking?" He hadn't done much research into it, but he distinctly recalled Ancient Runes being linked with the career choice.
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Cassie had made her way to the second floor. After switching her shoes and going through the Gargoyle she ended up at the Headmaster's door. She looked at the door a few moments thinking about a few things before lightly tapping the door.
Adjusting her purse she double checked to see if she had the tea leave gift set she had made for him. She knew he liked tea and had been to his other office a few times. Ab had always been such a sweet man and very helpful to her. She was happy to see another Hufflepuff in the headmaster spot and felt he had been doing well this term.
Zeke nodded. Mmhhmm. Apologise, that's what he said. He SUPPOSED though, that Botros had a point. The man didn't NEED his apology, but he wanted to give it anyway - at least it would clear his own conscience. "I've not been at the top of my game this year, sir," he continued, still trying to find the words to express what he needed to get off his chest, "and so, I wanted to apologise to you because, well because I haven't been taking your subject seriously, and you deserve better than that." Yep, that was sincere of him, no?
Of course, it hadn't just been this year, it had been last year too, and perhaps even the year before.
"See, I've been thinking of what I might want to do when I leave here, and until recently I really didn't know, but I was wondering if you might know much about curse breaking? Or more specifically, what kind of runes is involved in curse breaking?" He hadn't done much research into it, but he distinctly recalled Ancient Runes being linked with the career choice.
Botros let out a relieved sigh... a little one because yes, the apology was a good option although the segue to it was a little too intense for his weary old heart. "That is alright, your coming to me to apologize makes up for it for sure." And he meant it.
Now on to more important things. With a smile, the old headmaster nodded his head. "Curse breaking is one of the most intricate and difficult branches of Runes Study," he started. "We had a couple of classes about it in the past, I removed it from the curriculum recently due to special reasons." That wasn't very important, though. "See, runes are not just used for amulets and good wishing bracelets or messages. This branch of runes is thought of as the muggle branch, they interpret the messages and what they meant for ancient cultures. For us, wizards, runes are magical. Our magical energy awakens theirs and we can use them in many more different ways..." Was he following him? "...such as curse breaking." Beam.
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Cassie had made her way to the second floor. After switching her shoes and going through the Gargoyle she ended up at the Headmaster's door. She looked at the door a few moments thinking about a few things before lightly tapping the door.
Adjusting her purse she double checked to see if she had the tea leave gift set she had made for him. She knew he liked tea and had been to his other office a few times. Ab had always been such a sweet man and very helpful to her. She was happy to see another Hufflepuff in the headmaster spot and felt he had been doing well this term.
Botros was up on one of the floating ladders, inspecting a line of books on this part of the bookshelves when the knock was heard. He waved his wand to allow them in and called out, "Up here!"
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Botros let out a relieved sigh... a little one because yes, the apology was a good option although the segue to it was a little too intense for his weary old heart. "That is alright, your coming to me to apologize makes up for it for sure." And he meant it.
Now on to more important things. With a smile, the old headmaster nodded his head. "Curse breaking is one of the most intricate and difficult branches of Runes Study," he started. "We had a couple of classes about it in the past, I removed it from the curriculum recently due to special reasons." That wasn't very important, though. "See, runes are not just used for amulets and good wishing bracelets or messages. This branch of runes is thought of as the muggle branch, they interpret the messages and what they meant for ancient cultures. For us, wizards, runes are magical. Our magical energy awakens theirs and we can use them in many more different ways..." Was he following him? "...such as curse breaking." Beam.
Apology accepted, at least that was one thing he could tick off his to-do list now. It was a relief to him though, because he'd unnecessarily burdened himself with all this repentance stuff, and while he had made peace with the act of making an effort, there was no denying it still made him nervous.
Failing hadn't been as imposing an idea before, because he hadn't been trying... but now, now it was all on him.
And he was going to have a hell of a time with it, wasn't he?
A couple of things struck him immediately. That Curse Breaking was a) intricate and b) the MOST difficult... of all rune magic. It made him nervous. Anxious. But oddly determined.
He nodded to show he was listening, his brain working overtime to follow the thread of information without getting lost. Magical energy awakens theirs? The runes? Or ones own magic? The former sounded most credible to him at the minute, but he wasn't by any means ruling out the latter. Perhaps they were both correct? "So our magical energy... activates runes, like, magic manifests in runes because of us? So we can use runes to break curses as well as create them? Or change them? Strengthen or weaken them?" Was that it? He was doing his best to follow, whether or not he was on the right track was yet to be determined, but he knew there was more to runes than what he'd learned in his young four years here. "Sir... does it also include things like blood magic?" Was that what he meant also by the whole 'our magic awakens theirs'? That form of magic in line with runes to create something MORE complex than either.
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They WERE going to fix it. This had been MONTHS in the making. Arriving at the gargoyle, Charlotte peeked around and then leaned up to whisper the password to it. There were some definite perks that came from her bestie being the kid of the former headmistress! It made it much easier to find out a thing or two.
She adjusted her backpack and held her breath. It was going to work, right??
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The gargoyle made a rumble before it moved and opened up for the two kids.
Yeah, go Char! The password worked! The stone gargoyle was making an AWFULLY noisy rumble, which was NOT helping their plan, but at least that meant they were going up now. This term actually marked the longest stretch of time that Davie had gone without visiting the Head's office, no offense to Professor Botros or anything, but he hadn't felt a desperate need to see the redecoration of his mother's office. Plus the portrait of her had a creepy lifelike quality to it...
Luckily, he was prepared to deal with the ghosts of Hogwarts Heads past. As soon as they reached the door to the Headmaster's office, Davie peeked in, looked around the corners, and then cast, "Obscuro!" on the portrait of the most recent Head, Anastasia Truebridge. As she (or, rather, her portrait) gasped loudly in protest, Davie also hurriedly cast the same spell on Genny's dad's portrait, because he KNEW HIM and he didn't want to get caught, and then also on Cassandra Rae, the President of the Board of Governors. ALL these people knew his mum and therefore knew him by association and/or they WERE his mum. So. He was just protecting himself and his bestie.
Now that they were inside properly, Davie pressed his finger to his lips and started tiptoing around to check out stuff. "HEY," he whispered excitedly to Char, "we should look for that pensieve from DADA while we're here!" If it wasn't Dakest's, then it HAD to be Botros'. Davie was sure of it.
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Yeah, go Char! The password worked! The stone gargoyle was making an AWFULLY noisy rumble, which was NOT helping their plan, but at least that meant they were going up now. This term actually marked the longest stretch of time that Davie had gone without visiting the Head's office, no offense to Professor Botros or anything, but he hadn't felt a desperate need to see the redecoration of his mother's office. Plus the portrait of her had a creepy lifelike quality to it...
Luckily, he was prepared to deal with the ghosts of Hogwarts Heads past. As soon as they reached the door to the Headmaster's office, Davie peeked in, looked around the corners, and then cast, "Obscuro!" on the portrait of the most recent Head, Anastasia Truebridge. As she (or, rather, her portrait) gasped loudly in protest, Davie also hurriedly cast the same spell on Genny's dad's portrait, because he KNEW HIM and he didn't want to get caught, and then also on Cassandra Rae, the President of the Board of Governors. ALL these people knew his mum and therefore knew him by association and/or they WERE his mum. So. He was just protecting himself and his bestie.
Now that they were inside properly, Davie pressed his finger to his lips and started tiptoing around to check out stuff. "HEY," he whispered excitedly to Char, "we should look for that pensieve from DADA while we're here!" If it wasn't Dakest's, then it HAD to be Botros'. Davie was sure of it.
"Oh that was smart!" Char whispered, meaning the blindfolds. And then she realised that POSSIBLY portrait!Tate and portrait!Rae-Branxton and portrait!Davie's mum would recognize her VOICE so she worked on disguising that too. Sort of. Little!girl version of manly and gruff. Which was fail, but at least it didn't sound like her normal voice and that was the point.
"You want to look at some memories?" She asked curiously in her fake voice. That COULD be fun, but they had to speak with the hat first and have it actually fix things since it had sorted her wrong and all.
..... and there were a LOT of interesting things to catch her attention in here. A LOT. But priorities involved the HAT. She wasn't here to be a snoop (at least that wasn't the intention).
So where was the hat?
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"Oh that was smart!" Char whispered, meaning the blindfolds. And then she realised that POSSIBLY portrait!Tate and portrait!Rae-Branxton and portrait!Davie's mum would recognize her VOICE so she worked on disguising that too. Sort of. Little!girl version of manly and gruff. Which was fail, but at least it didn't sound like her normal voice and that was the point.
"You want to look at some memories?" She asked curiously in her fake voice. That COULD be fun, but they had to speak with the hat first and have it actually fix things since it had sorted her wrong and all.
..... and there were a LOT of interesting things to catch her attention in here. A LOT. But priorities involved the HAT. She wasn't here to be a snoop (at least that wasn't the intention).
So where was the hat?
What was with Char's vo--- OOOHHH she was disguising it, smart! Davie beam!nodded at her, and worked on a bit of grunt so in case anyone was LISTENIng, like a portrait, they would just think he was a big, tough, tattoo-wearing, bludger-beating... Slytherin.
Yeah. Definitely no Ravenclaw here. "Just one memory," he grunted, then grinned at her because this was just TOO FUN and they were being silly and silly times with his BFF were the best times. He wandered toward the portraits and the big claw-footed desk in front of them... and... and.... was that what he thought that was, on a shelf behind that desk?!
Davie gave Char's arm a sharp poke and pointed, eagerly. "LOOK!" Boom there it was! DID IT KNOW THEY WERE COMING FOR IT?!
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What was with Char's vo--- OOOHHH she was disguising it, smart! Davie beam!nodded at her, and worked on a bit of grunt so in case anyone was LISTENIng, like a portrait, they would just think he was a big, tough, tattoo-wearing, bludger-beating... Slytherin.
Yeah. Definitely no Ravenclaw here. "Just one memory," he grunted, then grinned at her because this was just TOO FUN and they were being silly and silly times with his BFF were the best times. He wandered toward the portraits and the big claw-footed desk in front of them... and... and.... was that what he thought that was, on a shelf behind that desk?!
Davie gave Char's arm a sharp poke and pointed, eagerly. "LOOK!" Boom there it was! DID IT KNOW THEY WERE COMING FOR IT?!
"Okay. Just one." She wasn't about to say NO it was just, hat first, obviously!
Charlotte saw the glowing runes and while her fingers itched to go touch them, she resisted the urge, knowing better than to do so (BUT THEY WERE JUST SO GLOWY!!!). And then Davie poked her and before she could (with her fake!voice) say owww, she saw where he was pointing.
GASP.
IT WAS THE HAT.
THE CULPRIT FOR ALL THE GRIEF THEY HAD HAD SINCE THE BEGINNING OF THE YEAR!
Char went over to it and after a good look at the desk to see if it was sturdy enough, she climbed on it, and reached for the Sorting Hat.
"We have a BONE to pick with YOU MR, Hat!"
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"Okay. Just one." She wasn't about to say NO it was just, hat first, obviously!
Charlotte saw the glowing runes and while her fingers itched to go touch them, she resisted the urge, knowing better than to do so (BUT THEY WERE JUST SO GLOWY!!!). And then Davie poked her and before she could (with her fake!voice) say owww, she saw where he was pointing.
GASP.
IT WAS THE HAT.
THE CULPRIT FOR ALL THE GRIEF THEY HAD HAD SINCE THE BEGINNING OF THE YEAR!
Char went over to it and after a good look at the desk to see if it was sturdy enough, she climbed on it, and reached for the Sorting Hat.
"We have a BONE to pick with YOU MR, Hat!"
If Char didn't want to touch the glowy runes, Davie totally would! He wondered if he could flip them all over, or spell something with them? He was lacking a bit in his runic education, no fault of the very busy Headmaster or anything, but what was Char doing climbing up on the desk like that! UH OH!
Davie clambered up beside her and took a seat on it so he could talk to the hat too. "YEAH," he declared in support, then, after a pause, added, "You ARE a sir, aren't you? I never did get that straight from you when you hung out in my mum's office."
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If Char didn't want to touch the glowy runes, Davie totally would! He wondered if he could flip them all over, or spell something with them? He was lacking a bit in his runic education, no fault of the very busy Headmaster or anything, but what was Char doing climbing up on the desk like that! UH OH!
Davie clambered up beside her and took a seat on it so he could talk to the hat too. "YEAH," he declared in support, then, after a pause, added, "You ARE a sir, aren't you? I never did get that straight from you when you hung out in my mum's office."
"You sounded like a sir." Charlotte told the hat. "But I'm sorry if you're not and you're offended." Just in case. She didn't MEAN to offend it. But it was TRUE that there was a bone to pick. She took the hat down and held it between herself and Davie so they could SEE the hat EYE TO EYE (Those scrunchy bits WERE eyes, right?).
"The thing is, you put me in the wrong house, just like I told you when you were on my head! Its the wrong one. I was supposed to be with Davie, see?" DID THE HAT UNDERSTAND? She continued to explain in earnest. "So... you have to fix it now okay? Tell everyone you made a mistake and that actually I'm supposed to be in Ravenclaw!"
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"You sounded like a sir." Charlotte told the hat. "But I'm sorry if you're not and you're offended." Just in case. She didn't MEAN to offend it. But it was TRUE that there was a bone to pick. She took the hat down and held it between herself and Davie so they could SEE the hat EYE TO EYE (Those scrunchy bits WERE eyes, right?).
"The thing is, you put me in the wrong house, just like I told you when you were on my head! Its the wrong one. I was supposed to be with Davie, see?" DID THE HAT UNDERSTAND? She continued to explain in earnest. "So... you have to fix it now okay? Tell everyone you made a mistake and that actually I'm supposed to be in Ravenclaw!"
Aww, Char was being SO NICE to the hat! Surely s/he would just cooperate and move her to the correct house now. He nodded along with what she was saying, adding helpfully, "I'm Davie, and I need my BFF in Ravenclaw, because she's the only BFF I have and plus HER mum and dad were Ravenclaws and I'm the first in my family and it's kinda weird but it's where she belongs, really. She belongs with me."
Gryffindors were too LOUD and ABRASIVE for his pretty dainty, but awesome, BFF.
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SPOILER!!: Botros
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Botros let out a relieved sigh... a little one because yes, the apology was a good option although the segue to it was a little too intense for his weary old heart. "That is alright, your coming to me to apologize makes up for it for sure." And he meant it.
Now on to more important things. With a smile, the old headmaster nodded his head. "Curse breaking is one of the most intricate and difficult branches of Runes Study," he started. "We had a couple of classes about it in the past, I removed it from the curriculum recently due to special reasons." That wasn't very important, though. "See, runes are not just used for amulets and good wishing bracelets or messages. This branch of runes is thought of as the muggle branch, they interpret the messages and what they meant for ancient cultures. For us, wizards, runes are magical. Our magical energy awakens theirs and we can use them in many more different ways..." Was he following him? "...such as curse breaking." Beam.
Botros was up on one of the floating ladders, inspecting a line of books on this part of the bookshelves when the knock was heard. He waved his wand to allow them in and called out, "Up here!"
She saw the door open and stepped into the office. Her green eyes looked around. She hadn't been in here since he became headmaster and she wasn't use to such little pink. She wondered if he'd allow her to put some of the happy color up. She had been trying to place her cheery color around everywhere lately.
Her thoughts distracted as she heard a man's voice coming from above her. Looking up she noticed Ab, "Oh hello! I hope I'm not interrupting." She didn't want to bother, but she did have a few things she needed to discuss with him.
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Aww, Char was being SO NICE to the hat! Surely s/he would just cooperate and move her to the correct house now. He nodded along with what she was saying, adding helpfully, "I'm Davie, and I need my BFF in Ravenclaw, because she's the only BFF I have and plus HER mum and dad were Ravenclaws and I'm the first in my family and it's kinda weird but it's where she belongs, really. She belongs with me."
Gryffindors were too LOUD and ABRASIVE for his pretty dainty, but awesome, BFF.
Charlotte nodded in EARNEST. "We're the BEST BFFs ever, and it would be even better if we could be in the same common room and... and..." What did Ravenclaws do in their common room? "Study things! For Science!" Yes! Nailed it! She beamed at Davie because YEAH she belonged with him! Didn't the hat understand?
"I'm smart and everything too!" Smart enough for Ravenclaw! "And I know ALL ABOUT Ravenclaw! Because my mum was Head Girl! And she told me lots! And my dad and my uncle were Ravenclaws TOO! And the thing is, it isn't too late to fix it! They don't know that I got put in the wrong house because Davie," BFF, exhibit A, "Has helped me let them think that I'm one too, we took pictures and everything with me wearing his robes and scarf and stuff, so you see, it won't matter if you take it back! It won't matter if you say you were mistaken, please?!"
Did cute puppy dog eyes work on a hat? Was the hat going to answer them??
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Apology accepted, at least that was one thing he could tick off his to-do list now. It was a relief to him though, because he'd unnecessarily burdened himself with all this repentance stuff, and while he had made peace with the act of making an effort, there was no denying it still made him nervous.
Failing hadn't been as imposing an idea before, because he hadn't been trying... but now, now it was all on him.
And he was going to have a hell of a time with it, wasn't he?
A couple of things struck him immediately. That Curse Breaking was a) intricate and b) the MOST difficult... of all rune magic. It made him nervous. Anxious. But oddly determined.
He nodded to show he was listening, his brain working overtime to follow the thread of information without getting lost. Magical energy awakens theirs? The runes? Or ones own magic? The former sounded most credible to him at the minute, but he wasn't by any means ruling out the latter. Perhaps they were both correct? "So our magical energy... activates runes, like, magic manifests in runes because of us? So we can use runes to break curses as well as create them? Or change them? Strengthen or weaken them?" Was that it? He was doing his best to follow, whether or not he was on the right track was yet to be determined, but he knew there was more to runes than what he'd learned in his young four years here. "Sir... does it also include things like blood magic?" Was that what he meant also by the whole 'our magic awakens theirs'? That form of magic in line with runes to create something MORE complex than either.
The Gryffindor was on the right track. "Yes. That is why when a muggle finds a runic text, nothing happens. It's just an ancient transcript to them. When a wizard finds a runic carving, it can glow or talk to him. Inside." He pointed to his head. "Runes are used for curses heavily, especially in the ancient Egyptian time. Creating and breaking, yes." Blood magic, yes. Botros was already impressed with Zeke's enthusiasm to learn more and link what he knew with what Ab was telling him.
"Blood magic is a very powerful means. It is why Runes are sort of activated when a wizard is near or in contact with them. With blood magic, runes can be very dangerous." It was why he dropped this segment of this science in school. Kids didn't have to have ideas of how powerful one could get with little help from blood magic. That was something for when they were more mature and able to assess right and wrong. "I see you're very interested in this subject, is there a reason you're asking, son? Other than your desire to study Curse-Breaking?" Hmm?
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Yeah, go Char! The password worked! The stone gargoyle was making an AWFULLY noisy rumble, which was NOT helping their plan, but at least that meant they were going up now. This term actually marked the longest stretch of time that Davie had gone without visiting the Head's office, no offense to Professor Botros or anything, but he hadn't felt a desperate need to see the redecoration of his mother's office. Plus the portrait of her had a creepy lifelike quality to it...
Luckily, he was prepared to deal with the ghosts of Hogwarts Heads past. As soon as they reached the door to the Headmaster's office, Davie peeked in, looked around the corners, and then cast, "Obscuro!" on the portrait of the most recent Head, Anastasia Truebridge. As she (or, rather, her portrait) gasped loudly in protest, Davie also hurriedly cast the same spell on Genny's dad's portrait, because he KNEW HIM and he didn't want to get caught, and then also on Cassandra Rae, the President of the Board of Governors. ALL these people knew his mum and therefore knew him by association and/or they WERE his mum. So. He was just protecting himself and his bestie.
Now that they were inside properly, Davie pressed his finger to his lips and started tiptoing around to check out stuff. "HEY," he whispered excitedly to Char, "we should look for that pensieve from DADA while we're here!" If it wasn't Dakest's, then it HAD to be Botros'. Davie was sure of it.
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"Oh that was smart!" Char whispered, meaning the blindfolds. And then she realised that POSSIBLY portrait!Tate and portrait!Rae-Branxton and portrait!Davie's mum would recognize her VOICE so she worked on disguising that too. Sort of. Little!girl version of manly and gruff. Which was fail, but at least it didn't sound like her normal voice and that was the point.
"You want to look at some memories?" She asked curiously in her fake voice. That COULD be fun, but they had to speak with the hat first and have it actually fix things since it had sorted her wrong and all.
..... and there were a LOT of interesting things to catch her attention in here. A LOT. But priorities involved the HAT. She wasn't here to be a snoop (at least that wasn't the intention).
So where was the hat?
Botros saw the Stone Gargoyle close the minute he stepped into his corridor. He had a visitor, must be a professor who knew his new password. He hurried (as much as someone his age could hurry) up the spiral staircase until he saw two little kids close the office's door behind them.
....
Suspiciously, he approached the door and traced a circle on his door that he could take a peek at what they could be doing inside without him there.
Talking to the Sorting Hat? Talking to the Sorting Hat.
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SPOILER!!: Botros
She saw the door open and stepped into the office. Her green eyes looked around. She hadn't been in here since he became headmaster and she wasn't use to such little pink. She wondered if he'd allow her to put some of the happy color up. She had been trying to place her cheery color around everywhere lately.
Her thoughts distracted as she heard a man's voice coming from above her. Looking up she noticed Ab, "Oh hello! I hope I'm not interrupting." She didn't want to bother, but she did have a few things she needed to discuss with him.
Botros looked down from where he stood comfortable on the floating ladder. "Hi, no, not at all. Just looking for something. I'll be down in a second," he called out before taking out his wand and guiding the ladder back down to the floor. It lied horizontally for him to step out and on the stony surface.
"Take a seat, please. How're you doing? Can I help you with something?" He walked briskly to sit on his big armchair by the fireplace (that was still working in the spring making the office possibly too hot for everyone else).
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SPOILER!!: Headmaster
Botros looked down from where he stood comfortable on the floating ladder. "Hi, no, not at all. Just looking for something. I'll be down in a second," he called out before taking out his wand and guiding the ladder back down to the floor. It lied horizontally for him to step out and on the stony surface.
"Take a seat, please. How're you doing? Can I help you with something?" He walked briskly to sit on his big armchair by the fireplace (that was still working in the spring making the office possibly too hot for everyone else).
She watched him with concern, not that anything was wrong, but a man of his age she wasn't sure if he should be up that high. Though she knew he could certainly take care of himself, but she had grown to look at him as a father figure for most of her time there. "Ab really maybe you should allow the elves to go that high for you. We don't need our headmaster to slip and fall." She hoped she wasn't stepping over her limit to state her concern.
Her eyes went to where his crup usually was and she smiled loving animals the way she did. Finding a seat she waited for him to come down and sit in his chair as well. Her fingers fidgeting with her bag feeling many emotions that she had for a few weeks now. Her eyes were on the fireplace as she felt the warm and cozy feeling from it. Loving to curl up next to them since she was a child the heat never bothered her.
"I've been better. It's been a roller coaster since my grandmother had become ill and left us a month ago." She knew they all knew what had happened so it wasn't any secret to say. "I'm afraid I do need to speak with you with something that has been on my mind."
Though first happy things and she pulled out the little box and handed it over to him. "It's a variety of tea leaves that are always sold in my grandmother's shop. I couldn't help but to grab a few when I was doing some inventory there. I jut thought they'd be perfect for you."
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