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SilverTiger · 09-08-2018, 06:44 AM

As the days had passed, Stasya had found herself entertaining herself with the thoughts of who exactly was supposed to be the new Divination professor. Mainly because she’d remembered the empty seat at the feast, prior to the hostile takeover, and she knew enough by now that she doubted Headmistress Hawthorne hadn’t actually found someone to take over the lessons now that Professor Vance was apparently gone. On that topic, if she hadn’t known at least one of the professors who’d chosen not to return this term was by their own choice, she might’ve wondered if something else had been going on. It seemed awfully convenient that the new headmaster!sergeant had a flunkie who could teach the exact subject that had been allegedly empty, after all. However, for now, she was keeping her suspicions to herself, after being semi berated by a younger student for her distrust once already. Although she still didn’t trust Scrimgeour or his associate at all… So far, it hadn’t seemed like they were monitoring owls. Her letters to the former DADA professor had continued.

Either way, her little internal amusement over possible Divination professor replacements had continued as she’d made her way down toward the lake, her uniform and robes on and presentable as requested. A centaur would’ve been kind of amazing. Either way, it was an amusement completely to retain her insanity with SORE plus OWL studies plus Team Animagus work plus prefect duties, not reality. Sadly. The bluebell pathway markers were a nice touch, although she hardly needed them to find her way around the grounds after dark, and she’d arrived at the bonfire rather quickly.

“Good evening, Professor Fletcher,” she said politely, as she’d started her search for her assigned log seat. She hadn’t been stopped from greeting the professors and the headmaster at the first SORE meeting, so she guessed it was alright. As long as she didn’t say anything else, and she took up her position standing in front of the seat bearing her name silently. Sending quick smiles to Abra, Jessa, Lucas, Patrick, Stella, Natalie and Daisy but otherwise just watching everything around her. Flames, the barrier line around them, the logs and the unsettling presence of the professor. Constant vigilance.

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SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,193 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Second Year Gryffindor First Year Gryffindor First Year Gryffindor First Year x5 x3	Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict As the days had passed, Stasya had found herself entertaining herself with the thoughts of who exactly was supposed to be the new Divination professor. Mainly because she’d remembered the empty seat at the feast, prior to the hostile takeover, and she knew enough by now that she doubted Headmistress Hawthorne hadn’t actually found someone to take over the lessons now that Professor Vance was apparently gone. On that topic, if she hadn’t known at least one of the professors who’d chosen not to return this term was by their own choice, she might’ve wondered if something else had been going on. It seemed awfully convenient that the new headmaster!sergeant had a flunkie who could teach the exact subject that had been allegedly empty, after all. However, for now, she was keeping her suspicions to herself, after being semi berated by a younger student for her distrust once already. Although she still didn’t trust Scrimgeour or his associate at all… So far, it hadn’t seemed like they were monitoring owls. Her letters to the former DADA professor had continued. Either way, her little internal amusement over possible Divination professor replacements had continued as she’d made her way down toward the lake, her uniform and robes on and presentable as requested. A centaur would’ve been kind of amazing. Either way, it was an amusement completely to retain her insanity with SORE plus OWL studies plus Team Animagus work plus prefect duties, not reality. Sadly. The bluebell pathway markers were a nice touch, although she hardly needed them to find her way around the grounds after dark, and she’d arrived at the bonfire rather quickly. “Good evening, Professor Fletcher,” she said politely, as she’d started her search for her assigned log seat. She hadn’t been stopped from greeting the professors and the headmaster at the first SORE meeting, so she guessed it was alright. As long as she didn’t say anything else, and she took up her position standing in front of the seat bearing her name silently. Sending quick smiles to Abra, Jessa, Lucas, Patrick, Stella, Natalie and Daisy but otherwise just watching everything around her. Flames, the barrier line around them, the logs and the unsettling presence of the professor. Constant vigilance. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥