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"It truly will be an honor to work with you, Sir," Doyle blndly replied and then turned with a sigh toward the chaos.
"I shall owl the minister at the conclusion of the feast," he added, taking off his glasses and cleaning them. So much for kicking that habit.
And enough was enough. Professor Branxton stood tall and tapped his spoon on his goblet. "May I have your attention please. It is time to take your seats. This is the staff table, not a soap box. If you have a problem with any of the professors or your treatment, please feel free to owl home to your parents. The Ministry has gone to a lot of trouble to construct this new school for the betterment of your education regardless of your opinions. Now, regardless of your personal views, the staff deserves your respect and there will be consequences if you do not do so. The feast will begin shortly. I thank you for your patience."
And with that, he sat back down on his little stool. Did the students think they were the only ones with grievances? He sighed and shook his head at his own thoughts. Maybe he had never actually warmed up to the children and teaching at all. Maybe it had only been Cassandra's presence which had kept him from running screaming from the school.
Finn knew that battle was not to be one in one sitting. Glaring at the Slythie who looked as if he had eaten a firstie, he made his way back to the horrible huffie table.
Stupid changes. he thought to himself.
Before he got too far though, he turned back to Prof. Branxton and asked.
"Sir, when will all this be explained and why the disparity in the seating situation?"