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Post by Adrien Jacques on Nov 20, 2010 10:34:47 GMT -5
Adrien glanced at the pile of letters on his desk. He didn’t need to open them to know what they said. They were like all the others he’d read already. They were from angry parents who were berating him with questions and criticism. It wasn’t the fact that they were sending the letters that was irritating to him. He understood their concern, but it was the way they did it that irritated him. They assumed that he was incompetent as Headmaster and that he couldn’t handle the situation. There was a thin line between concerned and just plain rude. These lovely parents had crossed that line and he wasn’t the happiest about it.
He glanced at the letters on his desk and pushed them into the garbage along with the ones he’d already read. He pointed his wand at the pile of letters and muttered. “Incendio.” Flames began to dance and the letters began to blacken. Their glow wasn’t the only light in the room, but it was the most brilliant. Its orange and red tongues dancing wildly, casting shadows this way and that. He watched the letters burn, his face not betraying a single emotion.
Adrien turned his attention away from the burning letters to his own desk. He took out a piece of parchment and a quill, writing down a quick note to all Hogwart’s teachers. After writing enough letters he sent them out to the various teachers. They read;
“Dear Professors, I must request your prescience in my office. There are matters we must discuss concerning the safety of our students as well as reassuring estranged parents. The last part being something that comes with the slightest of problems we experience. Parents have a tendency to overreact, but that’s beside the point. I’m rambling as usual. I hope you will arrive as soon as possible.”
Adrien waited patiently for the teachers to arrive so that their “little” discussion could begin.
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Post by //Scott Lane McCoy-- on Nov 20, 2010 11:18:23 GMT -5
One eye fluttered open as Scott felt something tap his face. It remained half open as he removed a hand under his head and fumbled for the letter that sat inches from his face. This wasn’t the most pleasant way of being woken from a good nap.
The Muggle Studies professor had fallen asleep at his desk soon after his last class. The students filed out after the end of his lecture, leaving the professor with homework to be graded. He had gotten about halfway through when he had put his head down, promising only to sleep for a few moments. It had been longer than that and he had been woken by a letter?
At first, as Scott glared at the envelope, he considered not opening it and going back to sleeping. Then, he recognized the handwriting as Headmaster Jacques. The professor picked his head up from his desk and leaned back in his chair.
“Dear Professors, I must request your prescience in my office. There are matters we must discuss concerning the safety of our students as well as reassuring estranged parents. The last part being something that comes with the slightest of problems we experience. Parents have a tendency to overreact, but that’s beside the point. I’m rambling as usual. I hope you will arrive as soon as possible.”
“Well, there goes my nap.” Professor McCoy muttered, throwing the piece of paper aside and standing from his chair. As the professor weaved through the desks that littered his classroom, something caught his eye in the mirror on the other side of the room. On his right cheek, words from a muggle studies essay were clearly written across his face. They must’ve imprinted on there while he was sleeping. The worst part was, no matter how hard he rubbed, it wouldn’t come off or fade. “Excellent.” The man muttered, heading out the door.
Heading up the stairs, Scott slowly started to regret leaving his room immediately. Not only did he have half an essay written on his face but also he still remained in his muggle clothes. Normally, if going to the Great Hall or seeing the headmaster or another teacher, he changed into robes. Instead, he going to a meeting in only a bright red t-shirt and jeans, looking even more muggle than usual.
Scott reached the headmaster’s office and paused. Was he supposed to knock or walk right in? He was one of the newest staff members and so far, he had not had the pleasure of being inside the headmaster’s office. So, the Muggle Studies professor decided to do both. The man knocked on the door and at the same time, pushed it open slightly. “You requested my presence.” Scott called in.
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Post by meikinjo on Nov 20, 2010 11:27:42 GMT -5
As usual, Mei was taking care of the broomsticks in the shed before she spotted her rather large owl, Kaede, flying towards her with a letter securely in his feet. Holding out her thin arm, the large bird settled on it after recieving a kiss on the head as she took the letter and let him sit on a shelf as she read the following letter.
It was signed by the headmaster in his elegant script as the lass gave a warm smile and Haede chirped at her eagerly. "I suppose Headmaster Jacques should see me now." Her soprano voice sounded as bright as the day outside before she clicked along the grounds in her high boots and lavish dress. Each stone under her foot was smooth and her gait was graceful, as if she were walking on air. Her long brunette hair swayed very faintly as she moved forward and traveled quickly up the staircase.
Mei had not yet spoken with any of the other teachers, and it was her second time seeing the Headmaster since getting her job as Flying Professor. It was only natural of her to be a tad nervous, but she was very luckily as optimistic as ever about her meeting with the other professors, even under the circumstances that they had to congregate at.
The office was elegant, she maneuvered her way in and saw Headmaster Jacques, as she gave him a curtsey, noting to herself her excellent timing in being second there. He did not look pleased, but yet she managed to give him her youthful and bright smile which held a little hope for anyone who would look upon it. "Good afternoon, Headmaster Jacques." Her voice rang out into the air as her silvery blue lenses looked intently on him.
Professor Mei Kinjo's sweet voice seemed to hold promise most of the time, she was a member of the staff that was usually pretty reliable and sweet, like a sibling or even a mother to some of the students. She noted another was there, he had a firery head of hair and lucid blue eyes, a rather pretty face. Mei in turn, gave him a warm smile and reserved the wanting to cross the room to shake his hand and introduce herself - seeing as she should have rather been thinking of other ways to solve the problem at hand.
She thought way too much of the little things sometimes.
Wearing: this Tagged: Hogwarts Teachers Word Count: Four-Oh-Eight
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Post by Curse Kameren on Nov 20, 2010 14:05:09 GMT -5
"Dad," Max looked up from the tied chain he was making from autumn's dying grass on the Hogwarts grounds. It was a cold, grey day; one of the days that signified the waning of the warm season. There would be snow soon. "Why am I only allowed out onto the grounds when you're with me, now? Before I was allowed out on my own."
"It's complicated, Max." The boy's father laid back in the grass next to his son, his emerald eyes turned towards the gray sky. Curse Kameren had a handgun at his hip; he had seen terrible sights over the last few weeks, and needed to defend himself and his son from them. Somehow, with a means other than magic. If only he could figure out where the creatures were coming from. "Its not safe to be outside alone right now. Especially for you."
"But why," Max fell backwards by his father in the grass, his voice loud in childish exasperation. "Can we at least go into Hogsmeade tonight? I haven't been there since before you and Uncle Al had to go to St. Mungo's..."
"Sure," Curse smiled at Max as his son's bright green eyes lit up. "We can do that for dinner tonight. Quick trip to Zonko's and dinner at the Three Broo--oof" The Potions Master was stopped as a letter was dropped onto his face. He sat up, reading the parchment. It was a summons from the Headmaster. Probably about the creatures, Curse thought worriedly to himself.
The professor stood back up, holding out a hand to help Max up with him. "Max, we need to get back into the castle for a little while. I need to meet with the Headmaster. But I'll meet you in our dormitory right after and then we can go. Okay?" Curse's son sighed, disappointed. He nodded grudgingly. "Good." He smiled, and the two made their way back into the castle.
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Once in the castle, Max and Curse went their separate ways. It wasn't long before the Potions Master found himself at the door of the Headmaster, knocking lightly before ducking his long, thin frame through the slightly smaller door. He nodded curtly at his colleagues as he entered, his emerald gaze falling purposefully on the Headmaster.
"Afternoon," He muttered, folding his hands in front of him as he stood near the back of the room. He held his arms awkwardly, casually trying to distract from the muggle weapon he had on him. He had yet to tell the Headmaster about the gun or his trips out at night; he figured now, in front of everyone he worked with, wouldn't be the best time.
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Post by Kassie Bently on Nov 20, 2010 17:46:05 GMT -5
Kassie had been in her office setting up what she wanted to do for her next class and going over some assignments from previous lessons, Sitting at her desk with her owl, Midnight on the desk with its head buried beneath its wing she had slid a small stack of papers to hand back out to the side and was about to stand. Coming through her opened window a owl dropped a letter on her desk and she opened it as she watched the feathery creature quickly take its exit once again through the window.
Picking the letter up she noticed it was from the headmaster. Wondering what he wanted she quickly tore into the envelope with her black nail and pulled out its contents. He wanted a meeting with the staff. She briefly wondered what it was about and tossed the letter into a desk drawer and left her office. Heels clicking on the floor beneath her feet, the hem of her skirt brushing the floor as she walked.
It took a few moments but she finally made it to his office. Giving a brief knock to the door she opened it and walked in, Coming to a halt in the room, The air growing quiet now that her shoes no longer made a clicking sound on the floor.
"You called a meeting, Sir?"
She spoke and crossed her arms across her chest. Only several of the staff members were present and she briefly wondered when the others would arrive. Her mane of black hair was pinned up and held in place with a silver flower comb, her usual bat cuff bracelet in place on her right wrist, and the rose and vine ring in place on her left middle finger. She was wearing a white and black ruffled sleeve corset top with a floor length black velvet skirt, with five and three quarter inch platform stiletto heels.
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