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BanaBatGirl · 06-12-2015, 04:09 AM

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Originally Posted by Tazenhani

Sabel's mood sobered rather abruptly, and instead of drinking his tea, he settled for staring into the bottom of the murky water. There were pieces at the bottom, pieces that shifted this way and that depending on how he rocked the cup. He felt like one of those pieces.

"Chosen." The name came off his lips reluctantly. Not because he didn't want the Headmistress to know, but because he was still fearful that someone else might know. "Chosen, and I'll be letting Bennett know too."

And not Rainey. The thought had his gut twisting with unease. He was going behind the man's back, something that made him surprisingly uncomfortable, but which there was little choice to. Truebridge didn't trust him, and that letter he had received so many months ago. Original YATI. It was clear. Legend.

Letting out a heavy breath, Sabel slid the mug back onto the table with two fingers. The lingering amusement had him smiling faintly. "A P. Seems fitting."

Really, she was right. It was a poor effort on their parts. Half done, half attempted. If it was the Cult.....

He shook his head, refocussing his attention on their next line of conversation. Her husband....And trying not to let his eyes fall out of his head or his sputtering surprise choke him. "Ethan? Really." Well. Fancy...that. Truebridge. Of course, it only made sense. "Good...Professor."

He cleared his throat, quickly diverting his attention to the piles on her desk. His surprise faded in an instant, his brow quirking. "You said your wards were tripped. Where were you when they were tripped?"

Why was he so reluctant to share their names with her? It wasn't like whoever had planted these items in her office could get to the aurors before they did... could they? The thought startled her. "Chosen and Bennett. Fine lads." She definitely remembered Legend. "I suppose I should allow you to have the materials that were left in both our offices then... you can check them over for further incantations and traces of Dark magic, until your friends come to collect them..." Yes, she had changed her mind. Maybe the sight of those ridiculous magazines was starting to annoy her now. Or maybe she really did trust Sabel and his plans. Maybe.

A P indeed. Bunz nodded again but tilted her chin up suddenly when Sabel seemed to have a bit of a reaction to her husband's name. "Did you have him?" She couldn't recall, actually, didn't want to recall most of their early days as professors... and just like that, Sabel was moving the conversation along.

"I was in the back, in my private quarters." She leaned forward in her chair slightly to point to the back. "My cat didn't disturb them either. They only go off when an invited force intrudes." Like through the window, for example, or past the stone gargoyles without her permission or password... though now that she thought about it, what if someone had bypassed the gargoyles entirely? There WERE still passageways she didn't know about in this castle...

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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 Sabel's mood sobered rather abruptly, and instead of drinking his tea, he settled for staring into the bottom of the murky water. There were pieces at the bottom, pieces that shifted this way and that depending on how he rocked the cup. He felt like one of those pieces. "Chosen." The name came off his lips reluctantly. Not because he didn't want the Headmistress to know, but because he was still fearful that someone else might know. "Chosen, and I'll be letting Bennett know too." And not Rainey. The thought had his gut twisting with unease. He was going behind the man's back, something that made him surprisingly uncomfortable, but which there was little choice to. Truebridge didn't trust him, and that letter he had received so many months ago. Original YATI. It was clear. Legend. Letting out a heavy breath, Sabel slid the mug back onto the table with two fingers. The lingering amusement had him smiling faintly. "A P. Seems fitting." Really, she was right. It was a poor effort on their parts. Half done, half attempted. If it was the Cult..... He shook his head, refocussing his attention on their next line of conversation. Her husband....And trying not to let his eyes fall out of his head or his sputtering surprise choke him. "Ethan? Really." Well. Fancy...that. Truebridge. Of course, it only made sense. "Good...Professor." He cleared his throat, quickly diverting his attention to the piles on her desk. His surprise faded in an instant, his brow quirking. "You said your wards were tripped. Where were you when they were tripped?" Why was he so reluctant to share their names with her? It wasn't like whoever had planted these items in her office could get to the aurors before they did... could they? The thought startled her. "Chosen and Bennett. Fine lads." She definitely remembered Legend. "I suppose I should allow you to have the materials that were left in both our offices then... you can check them over for further incantations and traces of Dark magic, until your friends come to collect them..." Yes, she had changed her mind. Maybe the sight of those ridiculous magazines was starting to annoy her now. Or maybe she really did trust Sabel and his plans. Maybe. A P indeed. Bunz nodded again but tilted her chin up suddenly when Sabel seemed to have a bit of a reaction to her husband's name. "Did you have him?" She couldn't recall, actually, didn't want to recall most of their early days as professors... and just like that, Sabel was moving the conversation along. "I was in the back, in my private quarters." She leaned forward in her chair slightly to point to the back. "My cat didn't disturb them either. They only go off when an invited force intrudes." Like through the window, for example, or past the stone gargoyles without her permission or password... though now that she thought about it, what if someone had bypassed the gargoyles entirely? There WERE still passageways she didn't know about in this castle... __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind