06-01-2015, 02:21 AM
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Doxy
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year | ~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ Quote:
Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
"Maybe it's just me, but it seems to be an awful lot of work to sneak all the way into Hogwarts just to mess with us and make us paranoid." She gave him a level look, knowing there was a lot more going on in his mind than he was revealing out loud. "My wards actually were tripped, but I have... more sensitive material in this office than you do." Most likely.
She took another sip of tea. "What if it was a student? Have you considered that angle?" The Headmaster part... well, that was something that hadn't occurred to her yet. Coupled with the warning he had received, it was a good point. And she did want to talk this over with the rest of the staff; she wanted to get their perspectives, see if this had happened to anyone else. But at the same time...
"You're right, of course. This could just be a small symptom of a number of things." She sighed deeply and picked up one of the handbooks. "I should keep these in my office. I don't want more articles coming out about you." She wanted to keep him on staff, actually. "Are you sure there's no one you could contact in the Ministry, for appearances sake, about these documents and alleged office break-ins? Even if things DO go sour in the papers?" And Annie even had a cousin at the Prophet, maybe Tori could do something useful for once in her life. Best not mention her yet though. She got an arched eyebrow for the mention that her wards were tripped, but he didn't argue the point. While he was paranoid, it seemed he wasn't paranoid enough. It had all changed within the span of a few seconds. He seriously hoped no student would risk entering his office without permission now. All reservations on wards were off. "Figured a student might be liable to play jokes on us. I haven't been here long enough for any of them to hate me, though I can't speak for you." He wanted to smile, but couldn't work his lips in the proper way. "Unless it's a student working through a begrudged parent." Low, Dakest. Very low.
It was at this point that he decided it was best not to ask an Auror for suspicions. Too many of them, too many scenarios. Not enough evidence.
His eyes went to the handbook. "I wouldn't recommend keeping anything that was planted. Could be charmed to relay information." Like this exact conversation, how lovely. "And at the very least if someone catches you with it, it'll be sure evidence against you that you can't argue. And any memory tests?" He shrugged. "You can't prove how it got here. Just that it was here."
Scrubbing his neck, Sabel shifted forward to poke at his tea mug. "The articles will come out one way or another. If this gets to the press, there's little we can do to change it." The photos...no, they would be to safety by now. He hadn't told Truebridge, but she didn't need to know. No one needed to know. "I'll contact the MLE." He said at last, turning his hands once more to the book to flip through it. "Perhaps I should work up a letter of resignation as well..."
Perhaps an early retirement was in store. Regardless of if it was a farce or not, it was getting wearing, having such things follow him around. Worrying about them. "Are you sure you can't think of any reason why this would be in your office?" The book got a hateful nudge. Was she telling him everything? Could she trust him enough to do that?
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