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**Julian Scrimgeour** · 09-19-2018, 02:44 AM

October was quickly coming to an end. Hallowe’en was days away, and he certainly was not in a festive food. Holidays were so trivial, especially ones that had little meaning behind them and were only an excuse for children to beg for sweets and rot their teeth. But today, a day that was seemingly like any other, there was something he found worth celebrating.

"Right this way, Ainsworth," the man grunted, pointing a metal finger at the entrance to the first floor once they had made it to the landing.

Scrimgeour continued to lead the way as the duo stepped into the rugs and bypassed portrait after portrait. They soon passed the History of Magic classroom without a moment of hesitation and continued around the corner to...

"Ahh, Stewart," the headmaster said, his voice unnervingly smooth and cold. "Just the person I wanted to see."

Without saying another word, he pulled out from his pocket an envelope, sealed with the Hogwarts emblem, and held it out to the woman. His face remained expressionless and stone-like, but on the inside he was feeling like a boy on Christmas morning sitting in front of his presents under the tree.

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Julian Scrimgeour Headmaster Puffskein Join Date: Dec 2014 Posts: 1,062	October was quickly coming to an end. Hallowe’en was days away, and he certainly was not in a festive food. Holidays were so trivial, especially ones that had little meaning behind them and were only an excuse for children to beg for sweets and rot their teeth. But today, a day that was seemingly like any other, there was something he found worth celebrating. "Right this way, Ainsworth," the man grunted, pointing a metal finger at the entrance to the first floor once they had made it to the landing. Scrimgeour continued to lead the way as the duo stepped into the rugs and bypassed portrait after portrait. They soon passed the History of Magic classroom without a moment of hesitation and continued around the corner to... "Ahh, Stewart," the headmaster said, his voice unnervingly smooth and cold. "Just the person I wanted to see." Without saying another word, he pulled out from his pocket an envelope, sealed with the Hogwarts emblem, and held it out to the woman. His face remained expressionless and stone-like, but on the inside he was feeling like a boy on Christmas morning sitting in front of his presents under the tree. Text Cut: Letter Dear Kaysha Stewart, After much deliberation, I, with support from the Hogwarts Board of Governors, request your dismissal from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. With the results of your formal staff evaluation and your seemingly continuous lack of issuing consequences in- and outside of the classroom when necessary in mind, I feel that this is the best decision for the wellbeing of the school and its students. In order for structured learning to successfully take place at Hogwarts, maintaining high expectations and following through on needed repercussions is of utmost importance. Upon your reading of this letter, I ask that a prompt and quiet departure is made so that your replacement, Mr. Rafferty Ainsworth, can take over the roles of Muggle Studies professor and Ravenclaw Head of House immediately. Thank you for your services to the school. Signed: Julian Scrimgeour Hogwarts Headmaster __________________