Folks, I know you're upset but the system adminstrators can check the ISP address of the post. The little cookie things attached to emails and posts you make on the web to see if these to guys are the one in the same. I am sure the Headmaster will check it out. It's clear that he hasn't been able to deal with yet and complaining over and over isn't going to solve it right now.

Let the Admin staff of SnitchSeeker do their jobs and they will get to bottom of the problem. It might take a day or two so take a couple of breaths and try to calm down a bit. Go ahead back to Herbolgy class or Quidditch practice. Enjoy SnitchSeeker.com don't let these posters steal your fun. I know Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw work hard for the points that have been lost but both houses are still in the lead so keep up the great work. I trying to work hard to catch you!

Good Luck.
Andrew

Thank you, Andrew. I think it's time we put this whole affair behind us and get back to enjoying snitchseekers.com.

*steps into the room* Hello, professor Hendrik. Time we don't see^^ I hope we are starting CoMC soon enough so that can change - can I sit?" Nadia said gesturing the seat in front of the desk and after the prfoessor approval she sat.

"I wanted to propose you something - you see, I'm quite worried about lacking an Ancient Runes professor as well as a Transfiguration professor. I'm sure you are working on it, but while we are at it I was thinking f starting, alike last year DA club, and organization between students to trail knowledge. I thinking on the lines of older students teaching younger ones - and whatever other spell outsde school some might have mastered. I'm a self-taught person and can master some advance Transfiguration spell for example -

"I'm not particularly good at neither (Ancient Runes & Transfiguration), but I have some knowledge of spells students could use with..." *sigh* "The only problem is that I'm not sure my class mates would be cooperative. With us student not being able to award house-points I'm afraid the club might die... which was pretty much what happened last year.

"Anyway, that's my idea. I and another 2nd, 3rd and 4th years (if not older) can tutor the youngest on this so that we aren't that innactive - OLWs & NEWTs are getting nearer and the Ministry won't wait for us for complete our education in an extra-year time^^ Tell me, what do you think of it?"


ooc: Actually I was going to tell I could be a professor in either, but I love being a student! I don't want that to stop So I thought of this. Work? I cannot tell, but I thought it was pretty neat an idea^^

Professor Coolio scurries into Headmasters office.

"Oh dear, I knew this was going to happen. Although I am not The Headmaster and I am only Deputy I have decided to do something about this.

If I remember correctly Ramza has made a horrible impression on me." As she remembers him peeing on the bathrooms walls. Going into the girls bathroom, and other extremely outrageous stunts.

"Since people do have suspicion that Ramza and Tidus are the same person I will in fact check"
OOC: I'll check their IP adress and such.
"And... I don't want people arguing with me because I will check even if you all say they aren't. I understand someone might know these people in real life but I do not know if you are telling the truth unless I check myself. So I will even if you disagree with me. There seems to be too much concern to let this slip away."

Professor Coolio stops for a moment and continues.

"I remember my Hogwart school days... I was a hufflepuff. Its dissapointing that Innocent and Hermione'sbestfriend are acting like they are. I had a chat with the HoH and she seems to think that They should be kicked out of hufflepuff. However I wont dissagree. I think if they do need to be expelled they need to be expelled soon."

taking a long deep sigh she looks at her watch glancing at the time

"I must be off, but if Any of you ever need my assistance you can always go into my office. I will be happy to help with any student affairs such as this. And again, I know I'm not the headmaster but I'm here."

She trots away trying not to run into the wall.

Thank you for your help, Professor Coolio. Hopefully, you will be able to resolve this problem to everyones satisfaction. I hate to hear you'll are going to be kicking students out of Hufflepuff House, but it seems to be for the best. They are really unhappy there and seem determined to make everyone else miserable as well.

Marcella entered the Professor and Headmaster's Office rather nervously. She had drifted off for a while, thinking on what she had done and she wasn't completely sure what the teacher's reaction might be. Shaking, trembling almost, she stepped forward and spoke,

"Professor Airlia, Madame Noire and Hubert are on their way with a certain book. I am sorry for stumbling upon it and granted I should not have looked inside but I believe you'll agree, when you see it, that what's inside is a remarkable discovery. Historical even. I apologise for using my powers of parseltongue for something less than good but well, I have to be honest and open when I say that I hope what's inside the book can be used for the good of those who died needlessly, innocently, three terms ago at the hands of a murderous, ruthless being. Please, please, consider the case strongly. Neither myself nor Madame Noire deserved to die that night; it wasn't our time to go. We dont deserve the punishment of everlasting death, which is why I think it might be wise for you to look closely at what they will show you and consider us in your decision. You'll have the power to change our lives forever and it'd mean the world to me and I'm sure to her too, if you would give us that chance of a second lease of life."

Almost out of breath, having said all of her speech in nearly one go, she stepped back, fairly certain Professor Airlia, Madame Noire and Hubert would shortly follow to back up her case and present the book and their discovery to him.

Professor Airlia floated into Kobus' office behind her house elf, Hubert. Completely oblivious to Marcella hovering nearby, she approached his desk as Hubert placed the book upon it. "Headmaster Hendrik, I think we've stumbled upon something quite extrordinary. I heard about what happened several terms ago (how could I not) and I think the potion contained within the pages of the Book of Mysteria could help to right a wrong done to two of the ghosts on your staff," she said, seeing that he glanced to the side of her, Professor Airlia turned her head to see Marcella floated right there. "Oh, Marcella, I didn't see you there. Hello."

She turned back to Kobus. "I implore you to think carefully on this. I assure you I am not coming to you out of a selfish desire to be alive. Afterall, I chose to walk in front of that curse. But, there are those among your staff who did not chose this... well, life for lack of a better term," she said, taking a deep breath, though she had no need to. SHe waited, with bated breath, actually quite nervous that she'd be fired for even suggesting the use of a such a dark potion.

Theodore deciding to take matter into his own hand glided up to the Headmaster's office. He slid through the empty hearth and was confronted by the same scene he thought he'd just left. Professor Airlia, Madame Noire and the young ghost, Marcella, along with the Professor's elf assistant, were explaining what they had found in the book. The book lay upon the Headmaster's desk and all eyes turned towards him as he floated into the center of the room.

"Headmaster, sir, I must protest against what these ghosts are suggesting." He looked around to each of them feeling their glares as he said his piece, "I understand the lure of wanting to return to what they once had, I would be mistaken to say that I haven't given the idea some though myself. What I wouldn't give to be able to smell the freshly cut grass of a Quidditch pitch, feel the cool breeze blow past my face while chasing the snitch, hear it's struggling wings beat inches from my grasp as it attempts to remain free." He held up the ghostly snitch that followed him into his eternity.

"But I have also thought about the repercussions from what they are proposing too, sir. We don't know if this book's potions are safe, remember from where this book comes, what powers it holds, what if it leads to additional deaths or worse......" Theodore stopped his rant, trying to get a feel for how the Headmaster might lean, hoping he'd back him.

Madame Noire fiddles with her hair, plucking it straight as she always does when she is nervous.

"Ahem... Yes. I stand in favour of brewing this potion. I have never quite accustomed to being dead, and I still long for the life I could have had. I don't want to be trapped in eternal death, to see generations come and go while we stay the same. The wheel must turn: we are born, we generate new life, and we die, blissfully happy and old, feeling our time has come. But we here-"

she gestures to the others and herself-

"-we have dropped out of the wheel. We aren't in it anymore. We're not a part of anything. We just... are. We exist, but not for any purpose. It pains to see the ones we love getting older, enjoying life, turning with the wheel, experiencing the joys of birth and death. We are merely the audience, who mellowly observe from the sidelines, secret envy flowing through us. We cannot say anything of our discontent, that would be... inappropriate. We are to accept our fate as it has come to us and not whine and mope about it."

She beats her fist into her other hand, almost in tears.

"My family... they don't even know I'm dead."

The younger ghost floated over to where Madame Noire stood, looking as though she were about to burst into tears. Placing an arm around her, she turned to Kobus, after giving Theodore a cold and disapproving glance, "The only life some of us had was our own. I had no family. I had barely any friends. All I lived for was myself and now I don't even have that anymore. Surely you can find it in your heart to grant us life again. Surely you'd want to right a wrong and fix what was happened."

Kobus looked at all of the ghosts floating in his office thinking carefully at what had been said. After a long pause, he spoke...

"Indeed this is a very delicate subject. When the book was placed where it was, I never thought that one of our own ghosts would be the one to find it. That was my mistake, something I had not considered. What you have discovered needs much discussion and careful consideration. If I am not mistaken, the potion in question could in fact return the non-living back to the mortal world; however, I believe it would involve god-magic. This type of very ancient magic is something even the most knowledgable and skilled witches and wizards do not fool around with. Our magic has no effect on god-magic and once the gods have been envoked, the results are not always desired and never reversable.

I think we need to discuss this with the rest of the Staff...shall we all meet in the Staff room?"

Sheepishly, Marcella stepped back a little, not sure what to make of the Headmaster's prescence. Oddly, he did not seem angry with her, quite the contrary, almost bewildered, unsure himself. But how could that be? He was the Headmaster, he was meant to know everything, he was the one they all turned to in a time of crisis.

And if this wasn't a crisis, she didn't know what was. It seemed that a divide had already formed itself between the ghosts, what would happen next? Surely this conflict could not last forever. Surely the Headmaster could resolve the matter in his own way. After all, that was what a Headmaster was for, to mediate and make decisions involving and concerning the school and the well being of it's staff, students and ghosts.

As he said how he had not expected a ghost to find the book, she averted her eyes, feeling sure that his would be boring through hers, in possible condemnation. But when he admitted a mistake, she became shocked, stunned and raised a palm to her mouth, before lowering it hurriedly so as not to cause a disruption. If he had made a mistake then what hope was there for a resolution?

Hearing him discuss how it was God-magic, she rolled her eyes, no longer able to keep quiet and blurted out, "Isn't murder a part of god-magic too? Isn't the use of veritaserum a form of god-magic? Isn't the Imperio curse a form of god-magic? Even the dementor's kiss is a godly kind of magic. All of those condoned by the Ministry, on the use of criminals. We're not criminals, so don't punish us for something we did not do. If god-magic can be used for the people locked up in Azkaban, then why not us innocents? I dont care about envoking the Gods, they envoked us first so far as I'm concerned." She folded her hands, her head down and then, as an after thought snapped, "Oh yes, once again you all totter off to your bloody staff room whilst I'm left not knowing anything! Why is it that whenever anything concerns me, I'm always ironically, the one left out of the decision making? I know I'm still a student, but had I been alive, I would have been 18 this year. Doesn't that mean anything to you?"

Professor Airlia listened intently on what the Headmaster had to say. She understood what he was saying about god-magic but, in her mind, bringing those ghosts back to life who were unjustly and unfairly killed in their youth, was worth the risks. Turning to Marcella, she nodded as the girl spoke. Though she would never have been so bold as to rant at the Headmaster, she made some excellent points. However, Kris was afraid her lack of tact diminished the power her arguments could have had.

As the young ghost began snap about being left out of staff discussions, Professor Airlia's heart broke. She had become close friends with Marcella but, had kept many things from her. She had wanted to tell her but, she had felt her duties as teacher prevented her from discussing some things with a mere prefect. She hadn't really thought about how old Marcella would have been had she been alive. It had never been an issue for Kris, herself, as she had died after she had come of age.

Despite Marcella's rather convincing argument, Kris agreed with the headmaster that the entire staff be informed and have the chance to have their opinions heard. Afterall, this could effect all of them and they wouldn't be able to brew the potion without everyone's cooperation. "I think a meeting in the staff room would be appropriate," she finally said, addressing the headmaster, hoping her willingness to hold a discussion would improve their chances for Kobus seemed reluctant to have the potion brewed, otherwise, he would have said yes right off.

After that, she floated over to Marcella and whispered in her ear, "I'll keep you informed with what is happening."

At the beginning of Professor Airlia's speech, Marce felt sure she would stay on her side of things. But as she spoke more and more, he face fell further and further. Finally, as the teacher whispered to her, she scowled, muttering the phrase, "Traitor..." before kicking off out of the room, her face glowing a scarlet shade, her eyebrows furrowed.

Theodore wasn't sure how to take the words of the Headmaster. Where he had been confidant that the Headmaster of all people would understand that this type of magic was not only dangerous but have serious immoral consequences. He was now left wondering if he actually was open to the possibility of letting Marcella try it.

Theodore heard the young ghost's empassioned pleas to be able to return the life so mistakenly stolen as hers was. He too was taken at the prime of his life. He listened intently to Madam Noire's analysis of not being in the wheel anymore, of just being, and felt alone. Was his existence now of no purpose to anyone. Were the students who would come by and ask him for advice on flying or Quidditch strategy just doing it to placate him? Did they really care?

"Although I am against this on principle and morals," he announced to the gathering, "I will attend the meeting, if allowed, and hear everyone's point of view, and then cast my vote...." and with that he floated back through the Headmaster's fireplace and off to the Staff Room.

It took a moment for what Marcella had said to her to really sink in. Byt hte time it had, the young ghost was gone and Kris was left alone, tears glistening in her eyes. She sunk through the floor and headed back to the dungeons.

lexy cautiously entered the headmaster's office

um..hello profesor,i was wondering when term is supposed to end,i have some friends that would like to come to hogwarts...could they get sorted now?or will they have to wait for the next term?

Professor, I was just wondering, when is Hogsmeade supposed to open? Right now it's locked...

*Walks in cautiously and sees the Headmaster*

'Good Morning Headmaster Hendrik' *I bow slightly*

'I was wondering if I could join classes in the middle. You see sice I was sorted during term I have missed classes a lot. If I join now will it be a problem? I have read the rules but I donr understand them.'

hi Headmaster Hendrik... I'm really sorry to bother you.. but I just wanted to know when term is supposed to end.....
Angel

*A sheet of parchment appears out of nowhere and stands in mid air with brilliant writing. It looked like an article.*




ooc- We have the right to felt furious that Ravenclaw would be wining by '0,50' points that are not theirs to start with - Please check the threads and see it for youself, Slytherin should be wining. I am not happy with the election the admins/mods have made, as if our opinons were not important (though not sure whose decition this is). If anyone wants to express your opinion, to agree or disagree, please post it in School issues in Hendrik's office, which is the place for such an opinion. For now, this is our way to express our anger, and our character rights as part of the RPG. Needless to say we are deeply hurt and disappointed.

OOC: Nadia that isn't really a schoo issue. I don't know why you are making a big deal. At the moment I hate to say that I sortive noticed it too but what can you do. The Staff isn't going to contradict themselves in any manor. You are to smart to waste your tine being rebulious. But I am gald that you have gotten it off your shoulder!

ooc: you don't need to ooc-it.

They are already contradicting themselves, I am not doing anything. Just pointing out what happened, why happened, why the victory is Slytherin's and why we are offended. But he judges, rather than correcting it and admiting there was a mistake, decided to ignore our request which is completely out of place. So we used what was left of our rights, the Freedom of Expression, to speak. So there you have. Ravenclaw didn't won, Raven, you know it. And now I posted this I am hoping everybody knows it. It is a game, but I game we put our souls on and a game that shows disrespect for our efforts. A Game which showed biased judging and unfair treatement (and I am sure Rowling never meant to say 'all Slytherin are evil', because that would be as much a discriminating as saying 'all back people are stupid'. So that way of judging MUST STOP). We wanted to stand and state clear and loud that we are here to play fair and we don't even care if the judges say otherwise, because that victory is Slytherin's. And you know it, Raven, you can state otherwise, but you know it.

And, if not a School Issue, what other thing can it be?

Professor Airlia floats into the Headmasters office to see two students bickering inside. "Excuse me, but Headmaster Hendrik isn't here right now so I'm afraid you'll have to leave. Please do not argue with one another. Thank you."

After shooing the students out of the office, Professor Airlia instructs Hubert to seal the door.



ooc: Please do not start a heated argument. I will be forced to take action (warning/suspension) if you cannot remain civil. The HIT is over and you cannot change the results. It is a moot point, so let's not squabble over it. Thank you.