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BanaBatGirl · 06-01-2015, 03:15 AM

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Originally Posted by Tazenhani

"As much as I wish it was a student," and their ickle messes, "I'm inclined to agree with you." And that right there, was enough to drive him to drink the tea. Tea wasn't really his thing, coffee helped more, but right now he could use it. Didn't matter what the flavor was.

The first sip burned his tongue, causing him to run it along the top of his mouth with a grimace. "I'll reach out to them as soon as we are done here." As soon as he had all his ducks in a row. Or chickens. Or whatever it was wizards and witches counted.

And then, all at once he felt like he was a student again, sitting across from the Head of Hogwarts. He was just missing his Gryffindor colors, and standing, he should be standing. What started out as a wide-eyed blink, turned into a chuckle and then full out laughter. And no matter how hard he tried to school it, it wouldn't stop. He'd blame it on a lack of sleep and overabundance of stress later, but for now, the Headmistress's words were endlessly amusing.

Best hire? Her husband was in Azkaban? Propaganda colored like a small child? It was the last one that did him in. The most ridiculous of them all.

"I think you should sign that on a thank-you card for them." Finally, he got enough air back in his lungs to force out a full sentence. The grin, took longer to fade and was only helped by another sip of the tea. Cooled slightly now.

As was his amusement by her final words. He really did feel like he was sitting across from the Head of Hogwarts, and his smile turned into one of genuine appreciation. "My desire to leave is not out of concern for myself." She deserved to know at least that much of his reasons. "But, all the same, thank you. They did well in selecting you as Headmistress. One of the best pep-talks I've had in a long time."

His smile said the rest. He was grateful. He'd stay. He trusted her. He felt, and hoped, they had each other's backs.

Another sip of tea and an off-handed question. "Who's your husband?"

Well about time he was agreeing. Annie kept her thoughts to herself and matched his tea drinking (FINALLY) with a sip of her own. He'd better like the tea, too. She grew it herself.

"Good. Should I know whom you will be contacting?" Just to be on the safe side? Not that she didn't trust Sabel, she just didn't trust... certain people within the Ministry. Wisely, she didn't trust them.

The laughter was an unexpected and somewhat welcome break from their tense conversation. Did Sabel sound a little unstable, with all that laughing? Yes. Had she intended to be funny with her erhm... pep talk? No. But would she chuckle too? Possibly. The Headmistress at least smiled briefly along with him. "Perhaps I should," she mused more lightly. "If I knew who it was, I would send it back, along with notes and an OWL grade, probably a P." They COULD do better, honestly. Even the threat about Quidditch had been less last-minute than this.

She nodded gracefully and returned the thanks with a murmured one of her own. "I try." Most days. "I'm married to Ethan Truebridge. He keeps a low profile now, but once upon a time ago... he also taught here. History of Magic, Ancient Runes, and even Defense Against the Dark Arts, for a short time." Quite the talented man, her husband.

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BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by Tazenhani "As much as I wish it was a student," and their ickle messes, "I'm inclined to agree with you." And that right there, was enough to drive him to drink the tea. Tea wasn't really his thing, coffee helped more, but right now he could use it. Didn't matter what the flavor was. The first sip burned his tongue, causing him to run it along the top of his mouth with a grimace. "I'll reach out to them as soon as we are done here." As soon as he had all his ducks in a row. Or chickens. Or whatever it was wizards and witches counted. And then, all at once he felt like he was a student again, sitting across from the Head of Hogwarts. He was just missing his Gryffindor colors, and standing, he should be standing. What started out as a wide-eyed blink, turned into a chuckle and then full out laughter. And no matter how hard he tried to school it, it wouldn't stop. He'd blame it on a lack of sleep and overabundance of stress later, but for now, the Headmistress's words were endlessly amusing. Best hire? Her husband was in Azkaban? Propaganda colored like a small child? It was the last one that did him in. The most ridiculous of them all. "I think you should sign that on a thank-you card for them." Finally, he got enough air back in his lungs to force out a full sentence. The grin, took longer to fade and was only helped by another sip of the tea. Cooled slightly now. As was his amusement by her final words. He really did feel like he was sitting across from the Head of Hogwarts, and his smile turned into one of genuine appreciation. "My desire to leave is not out of concern for myself." She deserved to know at least that much of his reasons. "But, all the same, thank you. They did well in selecting you as Headmistress. One of the best pep-talks I've had in a long time." His smile said the rest. He was grateful. He'd stay. He trusted her. He felt, and hoped, they had each other's backs. Another sip of tea and an off-handed question. "Who's your husband?" Well about time he was agreeing. Annie kept her thoughts to herself and matched his tea drinking (FINALLY) with a sip of her own. He'd better like the tea, too. She grew it herself. "Good. Should I know whom you will be contacting?" Just to be on the safe side? Not that she didn't trust Sabel, she just didn't trust... certain people within the Ministry. Wisely, she didn't trust them. The laughter was an unexpected and somewhat welcome break from their tense conversation. Did Sabel sound a little unstable, with all that laughing? Yes. Had she intended to be funny with her erhm... pep talk? No. But would she chuckle too? Possibly. The Headmistress at least smiled briefly along with him. "Perhaps I should," she mused more lightly. "If I knew who it was, I would send it back, along with notes and an OWL grade, probably a P." They COULD do better, honestly. Even the threat about Quidditch had been less last-minute than this. She nodded gracefully and returned the thanks with a murmured one of her own. "I try." Most days. "I'm married to Ethan Truebridge. He keeps a low profile now, but once upon a time ago... he also taught here. History of Magic, Ancient Runes, and even Defense Against the Dark Arts, for a short time." Quite the talented man, her husband. __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind