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MadMadamMalfoy Gaston took a deep breath as he followed Miss Umbridge into his office and closed the door behind him. So far, so good. The girl had greeted him politely and even smiled at him. Did he dare to hope she might forgive him? Maybe this would go better than he thought. "Fair point, Miss Umbridge," he said with a slight chuckle, though he wouldn't have been surprised if she'd denied him, Head of House or not.
He took his seat in the larger leather chair on the opposite side of the desk, and no sooner that he had that the black-and-white Persian cat laying on the cat condo behind him looked up, eyes darting from him to the Gryffindor girl,
with an inquisitive meow. He gave her a little pat on the head but not much;
he had other matters to attend to right now.
Gaston opened his mouth to explain why he'd summoned the girl, but she started rambling before he had the chance. A fresh pang of guilt gripped him.
He couldn't exactly blame her for thinking she was in trouble, but... Blink, blink. Won something? That was certainly an imaginative idea! He wished he didn't have to dash her hopes, but there was no prize he could offer her... well, except maybe some chocolate but he doubted she'd want it. He knew she had a thing about accepting food. "I'm afraid you haven't won anything, Miss Umbridge," he said, shaking his head, "but you're right on the other count. You aren't in trouble; I just wanted to..." His voice trailed off, and he nervously ran a hand through his hair. This was going to be harder than he thought.
"...to apologize again for taking points from you last term," he forced himself on. "But first I'm going to do what I should've done then and listen to what you have to say." He stiffened, sitting a little straighter as he braced for
Dora was a lot of things, but
disrespectful to professors was definitely not one of them... contrary to popular belief it seemed. But Dora merely smiled and let her eyes drift to the cat. Weird. Animals typically loved her... this one seemed to be skiddish. Must be Marchand's familiar.
Heh.
And hopes weren't dashed... she hadn't REALLY thought she had won something. Honestly, she was merely filling the awkward silence with idle chat. Sheesh. There was so much awkward silence sometimes. And now as the man began to speak again she felt her furrow her brows ever so slightly. "
I'm going to tread lightly here... what I have to say about you unfairly taking points from me or do you want to know why I did what I did? Sir, you'll have to be a bit more specific. I have a lot of things to say about a lot of things, to be fair. "
Really... she couldn't help but think she was being set up here. If the man disagreed with her assessment he could just take more points in the name of her being "disrespectful", right? The blonde was quickly wondering whether she should discuss this at all. Oh Merlin... could she get a do over?!