"I can't imagine you'd enjoy being relegated to a fashion accessory all the time, Dell." But for right now he made a good one and besides she didn't mind crediting at least part of her victory to his support.

Part of it.

"All the same though, I'm glad to have you here, and you do look good." She reached over and straightened his tie a little and then patted it down automatically.

So, time to mingle a bit? She eyed one side of the table where Charles Hollingberry was and decided to put that off for now, even if she was sure that telling Dash about having to suffer through a conversation with the man would put a smug smile on his face, so it'd probably be at least a little bit worth it.

Sherman Clark then. She made a beeline toward the elderly man in the wheelchair, aiming for the pair of seats next to him.

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"I can't imagine you'd enjoy being relegated to a fashion accessory all the time, Dell." But for right now he made a good one and besides she didn't mind crediting at least part of her victory to his support.

Part of it.

"All the same though, I'm glad to have you here, and you do look good." She reached over and straightened his tie a little and then patted it down automatically.

So, time to mingle a bit? She eyed one side of the table where Charles Hollingberry was and decided to put that off for now, even if she was sure that telling Dash about having to suffer through a conversation with the man would put a smug smile on his face, so it'd probably be at least a little bit worth it.

Sherman Clark then. She made a beeline toward the elderly man in the wheelchair, aiming for the pair of seats next to him.

That was true enough, but Dell didn't give her the satisfaction of an agreement on is part. Mostly, she'd already be self assured anyway. "I do enjoy making money though." Lots of it. Lots, and lots, and lots of it. Making money was Dell's favorite hobby. Though, he'd not made a knut off of Althea and her campaign. This he'd done for fun.

And with the exception of minor rows with Everett and more volatile skirmishes with Thea on wardrobe and word choice, it HAD been fun. He was sort of sad to see it come to an end.

Merlin, she was already off to be social. ....with the oldest one, too. Dell did not approve. He would have found them a quiet corner and asked her to dance halfway through the night. But, this wasn't his night. "Duly noted," was all he said to that looks and stuff. He caught her arm and slowed her down. "Let's not be too hasty. Isn't there a refreshment you'd like me to get for you first?"

"You enjoy success." She knew it. That was why she chose him, that was why he'd backed her: Althea Schirmer didn't do failure. She had a smile on her face today too, pleased with herself but also genuinely glad to see the other governors and congratulate them all and to take one night of really being self-congratulatory about it before getting down to business. Which is what it was to her: business and making a difference.

"Honestly Dell, if you wanted me all to yourself this is hardly the venue." Teasing a little. He got a raised eyebrow but she allowed him to hold her back. For now. "Champagne. Its a night for celebrating after all." Even if she'd prefer something a little heavier usually. It wasn't the venue for that either however. "Make sure you get one for yourself."

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"You enjoy success." She knew it. That was why she chose him, that was why he'd backed her: Althea Schirmer didn't do failure. She had a smile on her face today too, pleased with herself but also genuinely glad to see the other governors and congratulate them all and to take one night of really being self-congratulatory about it before getting down to business. Which is what it was to her: business and making a difference.

"Honestly Dell, if you wanted me all to yourself this is hardly the venue." Teasing a little. He got a raised eyebrow but she allowed him to hold her back. For now. "Champagne. Its a night for celebrating after all." Even if she'd prefer something a little heavier usually. It wasn't the venue for that either however. "Make sure you get one for yourself."

"On the contrary," Dell leaned into her, speaking only for her ears to hear. Outwardly, it'd appear as if he were perhaps complimenting her oddly-Raven-like dress, but what he said was,"I find this the only venue I get you to myself."

Normally, Everett was .... well, Dell couldn't actually say for certain, but he was almost always pictured in Dell's mind as a mouth-breather. Everett would be around... mouth-breathing. In Dell's direction. Not that Dell exactly minded Althea's partner. He just wasn't exactly conducive to clean and tidy campaigns.

"Do you think I need one?" Dell asked, skirting around the edges of actually being playful. He turned towards the refreshments and such, eying everyone in his path between here and there. Who would he have to speak to along the way...? And was there a better path? Hmm.

Harold was rather excited about the celebration for a few reasons. The pomp of it all was always nice but also the fact that there are now a lot more helping hands to take care of matters of the school.

The Board Treasurer approached the mostly full table and shook hands as he went. "Congratulations everyone," one shake, two shake, "for a well run campaign. It sure has paid off, yes?"

They were all big people now, or bigger at least.

Uh huh.

"And in your dreams I'm sure." She answered somewhat dryly and waved her finger at him. A reminder perhaps. Did he even remember? It was... oh five years ago now. So much had changed since the first time she'd met Weddell Bott, that was for sure. Like now, she was a Hogwarts Governor as well as a Department Head. And happy, most importantly.

Did Dell need a champagne? Or a celebration? Both, she thought. Althea looked at him assessingly. "It couldn't hurt." She still believed he could do with a bit of lightening up in general.

"To be certain, Ms. Schirmer, to be certain," Dell replied jovially, his hands finding his pockets for safe keeping. This party needed servers. The sort with floating trays that served him. Surely those were around, right? He looked around for one. "But you have to admit," he began again after not finding one, "this is nice for a change." For example, without their chaperone Dell was able to relax (as much as he ever actually did).

Dell laughed at her assessment. "Likewise then." Though he was boldly standing there, not getting her a drink, not getting himself anything, in some sort of standoff.

"I don't have to make any such admission, Dell." Thea responded archly but her expression was relaxed enough to suggest she wasn't particularly bothered, and actually was enjoying herself well enough. Besides that though, she wasn't about to say anything that implied she was glad Dash wasn't feeling well, because she did wish he was able to be here with her to celebrate.

No matter though, they had plenty of things to celebrate and they'd just have to make time to do so when he was 100 percent again.

"I'll be waiting at the table for you and champagne, then." She said, entirely aware that he was delaying. But if he wasn't going to get her a drink right then, she would go ahead with her original goal of joining Sherman Clark at the table, and Dell could come and join her with glasses in hand when he was ready.

"And perhaps I'll impose upon you for a dance later." She added with a twinkle in her eyes.

Dell's eyebrows rose in a pretty good version of Bott!shock!, overplayed and entirely fake. It didn't exactly suit him, but Botts will be Botts. "You don't have to," he laughed at her, good natured, but a bit too confident on his side. She wasn't nearly as threatening as she used to be, and with her wrapped up in Scabior... well the pressure was off. It was a good night. She should play along.

Sigh. Alright. Point taken. Dell scanned the gathering again. "You're going over to the ...seasoned Mr. Clark." It was not where he'd have led them. Ever. He simply cleared his throat, hoping that would convey would he thought about her plan.

He went for champagne. Perhaps he'd allow her to impose a dance on him. Or perhaps he'd force her into dancing with that old man. Hah. Snooty!Dell turned off the charm and smiles and hoped to make it to the champagne without any disturbances.

What glorious day today was. Truly Warfield strode his way to the Governers Table facing beaming with joy. Starting from one end of the table and going down the line Warfield shook every single hand on each of the canidates (Left and Right) turrned Governers and even on those who were just standing among them conversing and congradulating them. "Congrats to you all." He paused for a moment and gave Cooper a tight gripped squeeze, and stopped at the man. "Cooper, how's it feeling now?" Brilliant perhaps, Sensational maybe, possibly Extraordinary? "It was a pleasure to have worked with you on this campaign, I'm glad to see that it all worked out."
He could stay here and talk forever with Cooper, but that food also looked to die for. It was calling him over.

He caught the look from Erik and Ivy. They don’t look too pleased to see him were they? He kept his steady gaze and pleasant smile regardless, while the wheels in his head turned to review the events that led up to today. Alas if only he was in a fouler mood, he might actually have suspected Erik. Ivy was... well the Dark Witch of Knockturn Alley hasn’t been forgotten. Give him time.



He was just about to take a seat when the Board’s Treasurer appeared to congratulate them “Thank you Mr Lagerty.” he replied as he happily returned the handshake. Board Treasurers... tricky post. Don’t upset by assuming to call by his first name. Unlike Cassandra who he knew better. Speaking of which.... he was starting to wonder if she would be able to make it today....





And the other Governors started pouring in. He gave Sherman a crooked grin as he made a bit more room for the other man’s wheelchair “Good to be working with you again Sherman.” he greeted the elder one, perhaps this one he was happiest about having made it in. An old co-worker who he knows very well and can trust. Very valuable in a team.

And speaking of teams he greeted the A&C Head with a pleasant “Congratulations Althea” along with a pleasant nod to her companion, who he knew well enough wasn’t the Hogwarts Historian. But he’s not one to pry, let her take care of introductions if she so wishes.

And yes, The Voice that was Mr Cope. How hard is it not to notice him there, even if he wasn’t talking? The Silver Fox returns the greeting with a pleasant “Congratulations Mr Cope” all modulated and such, and extended it to his Campaign Manager, which got him wondering—where was his? Where was Honora? Yeah he would actually move out of his comfort zone and give her a big hug right now.

The grin vanished from his face for a split second as he felt a squeezing sensation on his arm. WWWHHHAAATTT THEEE?

Oh.

"Warfield!" he exclaimed, his grin returning with ease. "It's feeling... AMAZING!" There was no other word for it, ok, there was, but this was the best he could come up with.

AND LOOKIT! Cooper's grin softened into a smile, the man had really touched him, deeeeeeeep down inside. "It's been a pleasure to work with you too... I don't think I could have done it without you." Truth.

Cooper BEAMED. "Likewise!" he said, nodding. "Enjoying the atmosphere? Is it not the most amazing feeling?" he asked, throwing his gaze around the marquee. It was a BRILLIANT set up. Superb.

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Amused, Erik watched as Ivy ignored all the food and then inspected the drinks as though she had something to be suspicious of. He himself filled up a small plate of food with some cucumber sandwiches, a croissant, and so on. Nothing heavy. He didn't really want to spend all night here just eating snack-like foods.

Then he picked up a drink and followed Ivy back to the Governor's table. Their table. Smirk.

Ivy led the way back to the Governor's table, yes, their table, and took a seat. She pulled out her own chair this time. Sipping on her drink, her multicolored eyes searched the room for the headmistress or other members of the board that were there before the election, but she couldn't seem to find any yet.

"I do hope we start soon," she murmured into her glass. Ivy didn't particularly want to stay here for very long.

"Start vhat?" Erik murmured as he resumed his seat with his food. He went for one of his sandwiches first, naturally. It was crunchy, but not very satisfying. Hm.

His gaze also wandered the other tables, but he was more curious to see who of the other new governors was still missing.

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"Start vhat?" Erik murmured as he resumed his seat with his food. He went for one of his sandwiches first, naturally. It was crunchy, but not very satisfying. Hm.

His gaze also wandered the other tables, but he was more curious to see who of the other new governors was still missing.

Ivy raised an eyebrow and looked over at Erik. This... party, celebration thing," she said, waving her hand at the room in general. "I assume there's going to be a speech or something." By the Headmistress or Rae-Branxton, or someone.

Basically, she was impatient.

This was really quite a lovely evening for a party in Diagon Alley, wasn't it? Anastasia was fashionably on time for the first official Board function party thingy, and she was in high spirits. The summer was going well, she had hired one person so far, and she had her hopes set to get opinions on two more vacancies.

She stepped into the party and made a beeline for the Governors' Table, where ALL the action was happening. And of course she had to greet each Governor with a nod. She might have greeted their dates and whatever too, but she was the Bunz. One at a time was enough.

"Good evening, Ms. Schirmer, Mr. Reynolds, Mr. Carter, Mr. Clark, Ms. Knox, Mr. Vinteren, Mr. Aldredge, Mr. Cope, Mr. Vanderbilt..." Merlin, was she missing anyone? Just the older board members, then?

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Harold was rather excited about the celebration for a few reasons. The pomp of it all was always nice but also the fact that there are now a lot more helping hands to take care of matters of the school.

The Board Treasurer approached the mostly full table and shook hands as he went. "Congratulations everyone," one shake, two shake, "for a well run campaign. It sure has paid off, yes?"

They were all big people now, or bigger at least.

Ah, but there was one now! "Hi! Mr. Lagerty!" Annie waved at him and then bustled over to his side in a swish of her skirts. "How ARE you, darling," she put her hand out to greet him.

"You're very welcome Mr. Vanderbilt, I'm glad to have you on the team. Think you can handle it all?" He chuckled. He knew they were not at all in line for an easy term, like for certain. The man would be fine though. The others would too.

Hops walked down to the end of the table where he saw Erik and the woman who was often near his side, though Harold didn't know much about her.

"Erik, Miss Knox, Congratulations to you both. It's good to have you with us." He smiled smally. They would handle themselves well no doubt. "I do hope you all--" The Treasurer started to speak to the two new governors but saw the Headmistress, with whom he needed to speak desperately.

"Excuse me." He then rushed off, his face clearly colored.
The Headmistress obviously didn't know what had happened yet, and that was good he supposed. He nodded at her as she greeted him enthusiastically but he quickly whispered in response. "Anastasia, can we speak in private for a moment." His words were rushed and quiet as he steered her by the elbow a little ways away from the table.

"Today I went to Gringott's to withdraw some funds for some maintenance the Castle required and when the Goblin took me down to the vault, the bloody thing was empty. No money and no documents." He paused to allow the information to set in, but not long enough for panic to cloud her thinking. "I've only just told Cassandra but we are going to have to conduct a full investigation but basically the Board is broke."

There, that was it. Harold had NO plan.

That was it? A nod was all she got as a greeting? Annie frowned and nearly scolded Harold for his MANNERS when --- whisk! --- she was suddenly led away by the elbow. Mmmkaaay..... this had better be important...

She listened skeptically as the board's treasurer started to tell her what looked to be a boring story about doing boring treasurer-y things, when all of a sudden he dropped a dungbomb on her. Metaphorically speaking. A metphorical dungbomb, right in her FACE.

"I'm sorry," the redhead shook her head with a cloudy expression. She dropped her voice and leaned into him. "I must not have heard you correctly. Did you say the board is BROKE? As in, MY SCHOOL HAS NO FUNDING for the next school year??!?"

It was difficult not to shout. THIS WAS NOT A FUNNY PRANK, HAROLD.

"Shhhhhhh!"

Hops resisted putting his hand over the woman's mouth as she practically shouted the bad news to the whole room. He didn't because that would be very awkward but he still came close. "We don't technically have much funding, but yes. But we can cut back, Hogwarts has had significant droughts in monetary sectors before." Not like this though. "And hopefully we will find out who did this and get it back before it causes any problems."

But he had to admit that didn't sound likely to happen before the term started. He looked around again before whispering once more.

"What are we going to do? I haven't informed the rest of the Board yet." It was their first night with their new titles after all. Nothing like a major crises to welcome you to the job.

"Don't you SHH me!" Anastasia snapped right back at the testy Board member. "I'M not the Hogwarts TREASURER. I didn't get us INTO this MESS in the first place." Clearly she was blaming him for not keeping better track of the school's money! And whose bright idea was it to put ALL the funds in one account anyway?

Whatever happened to spreading out investments? Diversifying? Anyone???

She sighed and folded her arms crossly. They really did need to think up a way out of this one, and SOON. Annie looked at the ground and scuffed one sandal, slightly calmer now. "Well I had been planning on filling two open staff positions that opened up for next year... looks like we won't be doing that now. We can't afford any new hires."

She looked back up to Hops and then toward the table and then back to him. Why yes, she had just had a sudden stroke of genius. Thank you for noticing. "Unless.... unless we can get a volunteer professor, to do it for freeeeeee? Like someone already ON the Board of Governors, who lost the money in the first place? Shouldn't you all be willing to save our school and not let this little snafu interrupt our children's educations?"

Annie nearly batted her eyelashes at Hops to get him to go along with her master plan.

"Oh," Erik said simply and polished off another sandwich. He picked up his glass and had a sip of whatever the bubbly beverage was, tasted it, and then nodded in approval. "Vell, there's the Headmistress now," he pointed out, watching as she zoomed into the party and went straight for the Treasurer.



"The treasurer," Erik leaned in to whisper in Ivy's near, "seems upset about something, no?"

If it was what he thought it was...then they had a problem. Should he go over and pretend to borrow Hops for a word? The man had seemed keen on talking before the redhead's arrival.

"I didn't lose the money either." Harold hissed to the woman, as serious as he's ever been. He was NOT about to go down with this scandal. He had never had anything like this happen during his career as Treasurer, if anything the funds had risen in his time. "Someone got past the security at Gringott's so they and the fugitive are at fault." And he would be willing to give a quote to the Prophet saying that.

Staff positions, honestly? Oh well at least she understood they couldn't afford to hire anyone now. "I guess those will have to stay vacant, are they important courses?" The circumstances called for bluntness and to be honest some classes were more important than others for the students. "I think if we left those spots open we wouldn't have to sack any others on Staff. Also we can find extra money where we need to around the Castle." At least he hoped not.

"Huh?" Lagerty was stumped again by the redhead's switch in mood. "Volunteers? Anastasia do you honestly think someone will teach at Hogwarts pro bono?" Oh a Board member? Why was she looking at him like that? "I can't do it. I can't teach." He had no experience and if the spots he thought were open were the ones, he certainly couldn't do so. "But I guess maybe one of the new hires could fill in. Cassandra obviously has had experience but I don't know if she will have time..." he trailed off. Did any of the others have experience?

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Hops walked down to the end of the table where he saw Erik and the woman who was often near his side, though Harold didn't know much about her.

"Erik, Miss Knox, Congratulations to you both. It's good to have you with us." He smiled smally. They would handle themselves well no doubt. "I do hope you all--" The Treasurer started to speak to the two new governors but saw the Headmistress, with whom he needed to speak desperately.

"Excuse me." He then rushed off, his face clearly colored.


The Headmistress obviously didn't know what had happened yet, and that was good he supposed. He nodded at her as she greeted him enthusiastically but he quickly whispered in response. "Anastasia, can we speak in private for a moment." His words were rushed and quiet as he steered her by the elbow a little ways away from the table.

"Today I went to Gringott's to withdraw some funds for some maintenance the Castle required and when the Goblin took me down to the vault, the bloody thing was empty. No money and no documents." He paused to allow the information to set in, but not long enough for panic to cloud her thinking. "I've only just told Cassandra but we are going to have to conduct a full investigation but basically the Board is broke."

There, that was it. Harold had NO plan.

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That was it? A nod was all she got as a greeting? Annie frowned and nearly scolded Harold for his MANNERS when --- whisk! --- she was suddenly led away by the elbow. Mmmkaaay..... this had better be important...

She listened skeptically as the board's treasurer started to tell her what looked to be a boring story about doing boring treasurer-y things, when all of a sudden he dropped a dungbomb on her. Metaphorically speaking. A metphorical dungbomb, right in her FACE.

"I'm sorry," the redhead shook her head with a cloudy expression. She dropped her voice and leaned into him. "I must not have heard you correctly. Did you say the board is BROKE? As in, MY SCHOOL HAS NO FUNDING for the next school year??!?"

It was difficult not to shout. THIS WAS NOT A FUNNY PRANK, HAROLD.

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"Shhhhhhh!"

Hops resisted putting his hand over the woman's mouth as she practically shouted the bad news to the whole room. He didn't because that would be very awkward but he still came close. "We don't technically have much funding, but yes. But we can cut back, Hogwarts has had significant droughts in monetary sectors before." Not like this though. "And hopefully we will find out who did this and get it back before it causes any problems."

But he had to admit that didn't sound likely to happen before the term started. He looked around again before whispering once more.

"What are we going to do? I haven't informed the rest of the Board yet." It was their first night with their new titles after all. Nothing like a major crises to welcome you to the job.

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"Don't you SHH me!" Anastasia snapped right back at the testy Board member. "I'M not the Hogwarts TREASURER. I didn't get us INTO this MESS in the first place." Clearly she was blaming him for not keeping better track of the school's money! And whose bright idea was it to put ALL the funds in one account anyway?

Whatever happened to spreading out investments? Diversifying? Anyone???

She sighed and folded her arms crossly. They really did need to think up a way out of this one, and SOON. Annie looked at the ground and scuffed one sandal, slightly calmer now. "Well I had been planning on filling two open staff positions that opened up for next year... looks like we won't be doing that now. We can't afford any new hires."

She looked back up to Hops and then toward the table and then back to him. Why yes, she had just had a sudden stroke of genius. Thank you for noticing. "Unless.... unless we can get a volunteer professor, to do it for freeeeeee? Like someone already ON the Board of Governors, who lost the money in the first place? Shouldn't you all be willing to save our school and not let this little snafu interrupt our children's educations?"

Annie nearly batted her eyelashes at Hops to get him to go along with her master plan.

"Thank you, Mr. Lagerty. I'm looking forward to working with you." Ivy sent the man a small smile, but he was soon scurrying off with a flushed face towards the headmistress.

Her eyes followed the treasurer as he spoke with the Headmistress. It was obvious he was attempting to keep whatever the topic of discussion was on the down-low, but Truebridge apparently wasn't good at that. Ivy heard all she needed to hear from the woman's loud mouth.

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"Oh," Erik said simply and polished off another sandwich. He picked up his glass and had a sip of whatever the bubbly beverage was, tasted it, and then nodded in approval. "Vell, there's the Headmistress now," he pointed out, watching as she zoomed into the party and went straight for the Treasurer.

"The treasurer," Erik leaned in to whisper in Ivy's near, "seems upset about something, no?"

If it was what he thought it was...then they had a problem. Should he go over and pretend to borrow Hops for a word? The man had seemed keen on talking before the redhead's arrival.

Erik was listening too, she assumed.

"Mm," she said in agreement before draining her glass. The treasurer did indeed seem upset about something, and Ivy had a pretty good idea of what that something might be. "Excuse me," she told Erik before standing up from her seat. As she stood, she gave Erik a look.

Ivy walked a few feet away to where the Headmistress and the Treasurer were standing and casually added herself to their conversation. "Pardon me, Headmistress, Mr. Lagerty." she nodded to each of them, but turned her attention to Anastasia. "Forgive me, but I couldn't help but overhear the... issue at hand." Her tone was completely calm, and even rather sympathetic. "Please know that my service is available to you and to Hogwarts. Whatever needs the school may have, I offer my time and efforts to ensure the students' educations are not hindered by this tragic crime." Ivy nodded to both of them. That was Ivy Knox sincerity right there.

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"I didn't lose the money either." Harold hissed to the woman, as serious as he's ever been. He was NOT about to go down with this scandal. He had never had anything like this happen during his career as Treasurer, if anything the funds had risen in his time. "Someone got past the security at Gringott's so they and the fugitive are at fault." And he would be willing to give a quote to the Prophet saying that.

Staff positions, honestly? Oh well at least she understood they couldn't afford to hire anyone now. "I guess those will have to stay vacant, are they important courses?" The circumstances called for bluntness and to be honest some classes were more important than others for the students. "I think if we left those spots open we wouldn't have to sack any others on Staff. Also we can find extra money where we need to around the Castle." At least he hoped not.

"Huh?" Lagerty was stumped again by the redhead's switch in mood. "Volunteers? Anastasia do you honestly think someone will teach at Hogwarts pro bono?" Oh a Board member? Why was she looking at him like that? "I can't do it. I can't teach." He had no experience and if the spots he thought were open were the ones, he certainly couldn't do so. "But I guess maybe one of the new hires could fill in. Cassandra obviously has had experience but I don't know if she will have time..." he trailed off. Did any of the others have experience?

"But you're the treasurer," Annie insisted. If anyone were going to go down with this mess, it would be Lagerty. He would crash and burn if he had to. But hopefully they wouldn't have to. Hopefully they could find who did this and get their money back!

"We'll discuss this later, with Cassandra," the redhead continued in a somewhat low tone. "How anyone got past the security at Gringotts is something I'd like to know."

Are they important courses???? Anastasia just shot Hops a dull look. "ALL our courses at Hogwarts are important courses," she hissed. "These two vacancies HAPPEN to be core classes. Charms and History of Magic. They CANNOT sit unstaffed." Seriously?!

Her face fell even more as Hops immediately said he couldn't teach. "Obviously one of the new hires is going to have to fill in," she continued this vein of thinking. "We have no other opti---"

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"Thank you, Mr. Lagerty. I'm looking forward to working with you." Ivy sent the man a small smile, but he was soon scurrying off with a flushed face towards the headmistress.

Her eyes followed the treasurer as he spoke with the Headmistress. It was obvious he was attempting to keep whatever the topic of discussion was on the down-low, but Truebridge apparently wasn't good at that. Ivy heard all she needed to hear from the woman's loud mouth.

Erik was listening too, she assumed.

"Mm," she said in agreement before draining her glass. The treasurer did indeed seem upset about something, and Ivy had a pretty good idea of what that something might be. "Excuse me," she told Erik before standing up from her seat. As she stood, she gave Erik a look.

Ivy walked a few feet away to where the Headmistress and the Treasurer were standing and casually added herself to their conversation. "Pardon me, Headmistress, Mr. Lagerty." she nodded to each of them, but turned her attention to Anastasia. "Forgive me, but I couldn't help but overhear the... issue at hand." Her tone was completely calm, and even rather sympathetic. "Please know that my service is available to you and to Hogwarts. Whatever needs the school may have, I offer my time and efforts to ensure the students' educations are not hindered by this tragic crime." Ivy nodded to both of them. That was Ivy Knox sincerity right there.

---on." Anastasia finished her sentence just as one of the new board members popped up beside her. Well well well, if someone didn't just have impeccable timing. Hmph.

Her eyes flicked over to the woman and took in her appearance from head to toe rather suspiciously. She was surprised that the newbie board member would want to speak to her, and was even more surprised by the supposed sincerity in the brunette's tone. Annie opened her mouth, closed it, thought about what she wanted to say, and then opened her mouth again.

"Well Ms. Knox, that's really nice of you to offer." She paused again. "Actually, don't you have experience in higher education?" The woman had been a wizarding university professor, hadn't she? The wheels were clearly turning in Annie's mind...

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---on." Anastasia finished her sentence just as one of the new board members popped up beside her. Well well well, if someone didn't just have impeccable timing. Hmph.

Her eyes flicked over to the woman and took in her appearance from head to toe rather suspiciously. She was surprised that the newbie board member would want to speak to her, and was even more surprised by the supposed sincerity in the brunette's tone. Annie opened her mouth, closed it, thought about what she wanted to say, and then opened her mouth again.

"Well Ms. Knox, that's really nice of you to offer." She paused again. "Actually, don't you have experience in higher education?" The woman had been a wizarding university professor, hadn't she? The wheels were clearly turning in Annie's mind...

The Headmistress looked rather suspicious of Ivy, but she didn't let it bother her. She was being sincere from the very depths of her black hole heart. Ivy was patient as the redhead obviously struggled with finding words to say. Speechless, Headmistress? What could she say, Ivy had this affect on people. Heh.

Ah, yes, now this was going somewhere. Ivy had an idea of where. "Yes, I do. I taught at Athens Wizarding Institute for nearly nine years, ranging from Charm Theory to Spagyrics." And a few more, of course, but the woman could easily look up that information if she really wanted to.