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Melanie Williams Melanie Williams was an Ilvermorny professor, dear, and would not appreciate being mistaken for a student. Perhaps it was flattering that she looked young, but Melanie thought her maturity and wisdom far exceeded any of her students, sans one or two that she considered, basically, on her level.
Nonetheless, Melanie smiled. “You all had three poltergeists last year?” she asked curiously. How in the world had any learning or teaching been done? She still had yet to meet the prankster. Peeves was someone she did not want to meet, though, unlike the rest of the school ghosts. They were interesting and full of history, not spit-riddled raspberries like Peeves. “Please...call me Professor Williams,” she said a little coldly. Melanie….Merlin. She would never let a student call her Melanie. And she'd die if she even heard a whisper of "Baelanie," Khalil Jordan.
“Levitating them might be a tad dangerous...if we were to drop them...then….” She thought the girl would get the picture. “We can carry them.” She had both in her arms right now, but she handed one to the Hogwartian girl. “You are a…..Ravenclaw, then?” she saw the colors. “And a prefect?” And the badge. Hmmm.
WHUT?
Kitty's eyes widened in shock. This was seriously embarrassing. She'd confused a professor with a student. Of course Melanie wasn't a student (even though she looked really young), but last night she hadn't slept at all and clearly that was affecting her thinking.
"I'm VERY sorry Professor. I just thought you were, um - never mind." She must know she thought she was a student, and that Kitty would never intentionally address a professor inappropriately.
"Sorry Professor Williams."
Part of her wished she had an invisibility cloak that she could just hide under, but obviously that would just be even ruder.
Professor Williams was saying why they shouldn't levitate the vases. Ears still ringing in embarrassment, Kitty nodded numbly as she received one of the vases.
"Good idea." The question about if she was a Ravenclaw made her feel even more embarrassed, since Ravenclaws were supposed to be very clever.
"I'm a Ravenclaw prefect," she confirmed, as they began to walk up to where the vases should go.
"Ravenclaw was the house I wanted to join even before I was sorted. I know I probably don't sound a lot like a Ravenclaw, but the sorting hat is never wrong. What house were you in when you were a student at Ilvermorny?" It was polite to ask and she was sincerely curious.