Professor Mao-Macdougal's Office
 

The back of the door you open looks scarred, as if someone has been shooting spells at it. Indeed, now that you look closer, the scratches actually spell out something.

Close the Door.

How bizzare...?!

The words suddenly flame a bright liquid yellow, and the door yanks itself out of your frozen grasp and slams itself shut. The women sitting at the desk barely looks up at the bang. She appears to be writing something slowly, and deliberately, and you wait while the quiet, but somehow menacing scritch-scritch of the quill goes on.

Meanwhile, you take the oppurtunity to look around the room. There are a few pictures lying around the place, soft, swirling, bright splashes of color that could mean anything - a tree, a flower, a cloud, but mostly the wall is plastered with bookshelves, and they in turn, are stuffed with books. A few of them look like they are trying to bite, but can only squirm instead, fastened with black leather bands. Most are more docile, and rather decorative, with smooth spines and delicately drawn words on the covers, in all shades of dark colors.

On top of the bookshelves are perched thin, golden shining things, some bear resemblance to astrolabes, others look a little like windchimes. A few hang from the ceiling, and one particular one is hung over with delicate beads - of crystal or plastic, you can't quite tell. Between them, they catch the light of the room and toss it, glint, glitter, glimmer, glisten, gleam, about, creating provocative shadows and sudden bursts of scintillating light.

But professor doesn't look like the sort of woman who would choose things like these. You look back at her, still writing. She's a lounging sort of creature, with very thick, very black hair that has been pulled back into a bun, though thick waves of it fall forward over her ears. Her skin has a yellow tint, or that might be the lighting. The teak desk she is writing on bears a nameplate. The words shine the same way the scratches on the door did.

Prof. Andi Mao-Macdougal Zizhen

She has long sweeping eyelashes, perhaps overmascara-ed, that brush her cheeks. When she finally pushes away the paper, and holds the quill between two of her fingers, like she's smoking (you suspect that she was just drawing lines on parchment, to prolong your discomfort) the quick look Professor Mao-Macdougal gives you is like ash falling off a cigarette.

She is definitely Chinese - or half Chinese, with eyes that are tilted upwards. She looks tall, but that's only because she holds herself tall and somehow manages to look down her nose on you when you're a head taller. Over the summer, Professor Mao-Macdougal has successfully kicked the smoking habit, though it has not noticeably sweetened her temper.

She leans forward on the table, her eyebrows barely going up in a minimal show of interest. "Yes?" Professor Mao-Macdougal says, quietly. "May I... help you?"

And there is something in her tone that threatens: this had better be good or nothing in the world is going to help you, except maybe those nice trained Healers at St. Mungo's.

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hi professor u teachin today said james as he walked around the room

Markie entered the Charms classroom, excited that she was finally able to be there in person! Charms was the class that she was most excited to take, and said in a rushed, yet happy, voice, "Hello professor. My name is Markie. I am very excited to take your class!"

eliza walked in "hello professor.my name is eliza longbottom-finnagan and i just want to tell you i am very excited to be doing charms."

Nick walks into the Office. "Hello! My name is Mr.Nick Longdo. I can't wait to start Charms with you!"

Brianna walked into the office and she looked around. This seemed exactly how she pictured it. She turned to the Professor and said "Hi, I'm Brianna Katelyn Evans and I'm a first year Ravenclaw and I thought I'd tell you that I am very excited to start Charms and I will try my best".

Kally walked in and said "hi professor how was your summer??"

Kay noticed that the Professor didn't want any fooling around. She made her answer short and sweet. Shorter, actually, than she planned. "See you in class." she said very quickly and skittled out of the room quickly.

Becky walked into the classroom "hello im becky...you've probably heard this a lot already but im excited to be starting charms"

James pushed against the heavily scared door and treads into Professor Zizhen's office. He walked unconciously towards her desk, staring ar the pictures aligned on the walls.
"Hello Proessor," said politely. "I just wanted to know if you'll be teaching anything 'challenging'." he smiled as he put a strong emphasis on the word "challenging."

Rebecca Levski walked through the Charms classroom door as it was her favourite subject but the teacher looked pacticularly uphappy as she was submerged first years. She thought it best to leave.

By the end of dinner, Andi's mashed potatoes had been more gravy than actual potatos. The sauce covered a multitude of threats, mostly as juvenile as May a flying cow swoop down and squash you, Vannacutt, Die, Vannacutt DIE, Down with Vannacutt and so on and so forth.

Andi unfolded the letter for the umpteenth time and stared at it, feeling the color bleed up her neck and into her face. She started to scribble an answer, a scowl growing on her face as she wrote, the quill practically stabbing through the paper --

Then the first student burst in without knocking.

Andi raised her eyebrows at the boy. "No, quite obviously I am not, don't touch anything or I'll smash your teeth out and stuff them into your eyes." Her eyes swept over the crowd of students milling in her room and suddenly her gaze was like a whip and colder than black ice. She dealt with them one by one, with a few sharply polite words.

"How very nice for you," said Andi quietly. "Would it trouble you to perhaps... knock on the door, persay? I will most likely see all of you in class, and this is not a good way to start the term." Her voice was like ice, soft and silken and burning cold.

"Thank you for that promise, I will certainly hold you to it," said Andi with a sharp little nod as she stared down at her parchment again, then wadded it up and tossed it away into her dustbin without looking.

Andi glanced at Vannacutt's letter and scowled. "No business of yours," she said briskly. "Kindly go and bore someone else with your vapid idiocy." Andi wouldn't have been so rude normally, but the girl had certainly touched a nerve.

Andi looked up at the french boy and the girl, noticing with approval that he waited his turn and didn't appear to be trying to take the leather off some of her books - until he mentioned summer. Andi twitched. "The first class will be when I decide it to be," she said with a little grimace. "I trust I will see you there then." She nodded at them, dismissively.

A few girls had already left, probably due to the look on Andi's face and the steadily more menacing tones of her voice.

Andi steepled her fingers and studied the boy for a while. "Those who understand will find it challenging," she said finally and cryptically. "Those who think it easy are the ones who will never learn. I don't teach you how to wave your wand and blow yourself up. I teach you how to think with some modicum of reason."

Irritably, she looked back down at her parchment and started to reply properly to Nikolai's --censoredcensoredcensored-- of a father.

Dear Andrei,

She rubbed that off fast.

Dear Vannacutt, yes, gloat why don't you. I highly suspect you bribed the headmistress - and if you did it to impress me with your also highly suspect parenting skills, I'm not convinced.

Andi paused for a long moment, then wrote in a hurry, almost with her eyes closed like she didn't want to see what she was doing: I'm free next Hogsmeade weekend we can discuss this further there.

Yours,
Andi.

"im soo sorry professor..i'll see you when classes start" she said scared as she turned to leave.

Andi looked up guiltily at the sound of the knock, in the middle of dotting the 'i' in 'Andi'. She pulled herself together rapidly, tossing her head arrogantly. "Come in," Andi snapped, tying the letter up with no, not a pink ribbon - why was her ribbon collection suddenly all pink and red?!

Andi stared at the ribbon and started to root through her box. Finally, at the end of it while reams of red and pink and lavender ribbons lay about her desk, she came out with a bedraggled green thing. All her ribbons were heavily charmed - probably enough to kill half the house of Hufflepuff. No one would be able to read the contents unless they were meant to. "Andrei Vannacutt," she murmured as she tapped the ribbon, then looked up at the prefect.

"I'm sure you would be perfectly capable of handling yourself, Mr. Andrez," she conceded, nodding at him. "You did a good job of calming them. I'm sure I myself would have given in to the temptation to hex them blind."

Andi paused in the middle of tying up her letter. She straightened slowly, and turned to give Lee a long, nasty look. "I beg your pardon?" she said in the sort of voice that meant it would shortly be Lee begging her pardon. "He is NOT my boyfriend!"

It sounded juvenile, very fifth grade, but Andi carried on, "What he is, is a pompous jerk and don't think flattery is going to get you anywhere, Mr. Andrez! I ought to take points off Hufflepuff for your blatant gossiping and how you got such an idiotic idea in your head I'm sure I cannot fathom. I do NOT like Andrei Vannacutt!"

Andi's eyes narrowed as she began to tap her fingers ominously on the desk. "Nikolai told you that is father and I were.... involved?" she said quietly, her voice sliding in as smoothly and noiselessly as a knife between the ribs. "I see."

"I'm sure," said Andi poisonously, her eyes narrowing further. "And since you're so kind, Mr. Andrez, you can indeed, deliver the letter to Nikolai. Send it to his father. And tell him I do not want anything of this matter to be said to that pompous jerk. He'll gloat." Andui's face darkened even more as she considered Andrei's gloating. "Not that Nikolai would confide into his father but..." Her eyes suddenly snapped onto Lee's face, and the look in them was dreadfully sweet. "Oh, and Mr. Andrez, I don't recommend attempting to open the letter," she handed it to him, tapping him slightly on the arm. "Not if you want all your appendages to stay on."

She smiled at him. "Good day to you."

Proffessor un I was hoping that um.......... you could tell me what we would be studying. My parents promised me something If i did. Oh look at the time I gotta go we'll talk later. See yeah.

Andi looked up from sorting her ribbons in surprised irritation. Was there to be no peace today? Quickly, she glanced in the mirror, annoyed to see her face was still flushed after the prefect's assumptions. Her and Andrei Vannacutt! Forsooth!

"Come in," she snapped, her eyes flashing, adding under her breath, "And this better be good..."

Andrei Vannacutt! Again! Andi's eyes were glinting like little sparks of fire by now, she half rose from her chair, and settled on the edge of her table instead, beginning to obsessively, compulsively sort the ribbons, letting her fingers feel the silk and the slightly purr of the spells on them. "You do realise, that since Vannacutt is not a consort, nor even a friend to me, it's rather silly to come to me about this and do something about it?" she said, a trifle sarcastically. "What pompous platitudes did he come up with this time?"

Andi sighed, letting a few of the ribbons drop from her hands. She gave Francesca a Look. "He told you that you were a bad influence on Nik?" Andi's eyes were beginning to flash again. "Really? What a -" she caught herself in time. "And what do you want me to do about it if you don't want me to write and tell him to bugger off, hm?" She looked at the ribbons in her hand, and her face suddenly began to take on the same hue, "I'm seeing him at Hogsmeade, perhaps this weekend," she said hurriedly. "You don't want me to talk to him for you?"

"Hmmmph," said Andi quietly, a dark look on her face. Sharply, she stuffed the ribbons back into her box and shook her head irritably. "I'll be sure to speak to him about it when I see the idiot. Now get out of here before I take fifty points off Slytherin for irritating me and get fired by the headmistress for being unfair."

She flung herself back into her chair, looking like she was preparing a long, nasty sulk.

He closed his eyes for a moment and a grin spread across his face. He thought hard and understood what she meant and turned around. He waved and gave a brief smile to Lee and walked out of the office.

Nicole knocked on the door, and then slowly walked into the room. She let out a big sigh and began to speak. "Hello, proffesor. My name is Nicole, and I'm a first year in Gryffindor. I am looking forward to taking charms. It seems like a very interesting and important class." Nicole hoped to be get on good side. After what she had heard about the proffesor, she had carefully chosen her words. She was very, very nervous.

"How very nice for you," said Andi boredly, playing with her quill. "Cranberry, what a very nice color." The rest of her words sounded like she had been forced to memorize them, they trotted out as wooden as dolls, "I - do - hope - you - will - have - a - nice - year - at - Hogwarts. Alrighthankyougoodbye."

She paused and then snapped at the girl, "And next time, knock before entering."

Andi nodded at the Gryffindor, somewhat appeased that she had knocked at least. "If you can learn what I can teach Ms. Smith, then perhaps you could say that Charms is indeed a very important class. Though any idiot can wave their wand about and say a few words," added Andi under her breath. "Alrightthankyougoodbye." It was such a quick, useful phrase. Andi was beginning to find herself addicted to it.

Sean walked up to the professor's office and knocked. After told to come in, he walked in and said, "Hello Professor. My name is Sean Davidson and I am a first year Ravenclaw and I just thought I would come introduce myself before classes actually start. I am looking forward to Charms very much. Have a nice evening."

Hi!
 

Walked in and Say: Hi,
I'm Amber a First Year from Ravenclaw!

Joanna walked in,"Hello Professer, i am Joanna Strittmater...1st year Hufflepuff...i just wanted to know when my first class is. Oh and i wanted to get introduced before class...."She smiled.

There were several new students in the room when Nikolai entered. Swiftly, Andi proceeded to get rid of them...

OOC: Do not RP for me.

"Your first class will be when I choose it to be, thankyougoodbye," snapped Andi. She was rather sick of people introducing themselves to her especially when she mostly had no interest whatsoever in them. Very few caught her interest or showed any talent.

After ushering them away, and ignoring the knock on her door, Andi settled back into her chair and eyed the boy before her.

"What exactly is going on, Nikolai?" she said, comparatively mild. Less like a rabid crocodile than a rabid shark. "I do not enjoy rumors being spread about me and your incorrigible father."

Nik scowled and raised his hands in an impatient gesture, "And you think I do?" He was sick of this whole situation and he had half a mind to poison his father for ever writing to AMMZ in the first place.

"That bloody -- I mean Mr. Andrez informed me that you said your father and I were... getting it on," she said, giving the last few words a poison drip of disdain. "Let me assure you that this is most certainly untrue. Your father cannot abide me," there was a slightly pang there, "and I most certainly detest him. And frankly, I don't think he's bringing you up well at all. You get into fights, you bully others - and that old goat is even trying to deter Ms. Clairmont from being your friend as a bad influence. Hah!"

Andi snapped her fingers. "Precisely! Even without trying, Vannacutt manages to make a mess." Her voice was utterly lacking in sentiment, sounding rather more like a jeweler checking a coal that could be a diamond, when she added, "You've got talent, Nikolai, but you're irresponsible, undisciplined and you use your looks to get out of things. Say what you will about Andrei Vannacutt," and she ought to know since she was the one saying most of it, "he is talented and disciplined." Even though he's as responsible as a rabbit and uses his good looks like a pretty girl at a dance.

Andi's eyebrows went sky high and her voice suddenly acquired the sweet drip of arsenic. "I would definitely want to know you, you say?" she drawled, a smile spreading across her face like a pool of blood. "Is that so? How... presumptious of you."

She beamed. "Ten points off Gryffindor, and close the door behind you when you leave. Thank you very much."

Andi rolled her eyes. "Not all of his behaviour, good Lord. For example, be very, very sure that you don't act like a sexist pig, don't patronize people till they long to give you a right ding across the ear, don't let your eyes roam suggestively over someone who is likely to rip them out... you know. That sort of thing."

"Sure, Professor," Tia said brightly, her voice still acidly sweet. She had known this was coming and, very frankly, she didn't mind. There was always time to redeem herself in the Professor' eyes - Well, if that was actually possible - but, for now, she was pretty much enjoying herself.

She took several steps towards the door, before stopping, her hands on the handle. Then she turned around again, an acidic smile spreading across her face. "I'm Tia Ray, by the way, Professor," she said, bowing, before hurrying out at once, fully aware that she had gone too far, careful to close the door behind her - a little too loudly.

It wasn't her fault - Honestly, It wasn't.

Nik smirked as the prof took points of the first year Gryffindor. He could just imagine what the new students were saying about AMMZ and longed to catch one of them at it so he could hex them.

He snorted at what the woman said about his father, "Why you trippin' on me?" he chuckled to himself at the odd sounding words and went on, "It's not like I'm about to idolize the man anytime soon, there's no reason I'm going to want to act like him."

Andi waited till the idiotic girl had left, slamming the door before returning her attention to Nikolai.

She looked oddly at him. "Have you hit your head recently?" Andi inquired. "Hard to believe as this is, Nikolai, but your father does have some good points. Though I'm hard put to find them myself..." she sniffed. "Do me a favor, quash every damn rumor circulating about - there aren't many, are they? - about your father and I."

Andi studied the petulant boy in front of her, remembering that smug letter Andrei had sent her. Yes, daddy dearest, he was. "Oh, and have you delivered the letter to him?"

Andi almost smiled. "You do that. And see the nurse about that toe, I think it might have affected your head." She nodded at him dismissively. "Thank you, Nikolai and good day to you. Happy squashing."

She leaned back in her chair, more relaxed and started to shred a piece of paper.

eliza stood up "have a nice day professor." she said,leaving

"Hello-proffeser..I really liked the class today.said Amanda shyly.

After knocking lightly, Lauren entered the office after a thoroughly enjoyable Charms class, still a bit jittery from enduring her first class ever at Hogwarts. She had expected the worst from a teacher by whom many were intimidated and, quite frankly, terrified, but was only disgusted by how her classmates treated the professor with such sass. Professor Mao-Macdougal was actually extremely intelligent and competent and, as Lauren could sense, only wanted her students to do their best. The amount of house points she shaved from their totals told her as much - Professor would never settle for mediocrity or stupidity, only hard work and success.

As Lauren scanned the wall-hangings and bookshelves, the shining items and prisms of light, she felt as thought the furnishings didn't fit the person she expected Professor Mao-Macdougal to be ... and yet, watching her professor scribble furiously on parchment at her desk, she seemed right at home. It was almost as if the room had been built and furnished around her.

"Umm ... Professor?" Lauren looked expectantly at Professor Mao-Macdougal. Perhaps she was waiting to be verbally acknowledged or, at the very least, for the professor to glance in her direction. Waiting a few moments, she realized neither was going to happen and wisely continued, "I...uhh...I, I was just wondering when our next class was going to be." Lauren took a deep breath. She got so stressed speaking to her professors outside of class. "I just, I want to get a headstart on our homework assignment and would love to know when you are expecting us to turn it in." Phew. Getting her question out of the way, Lauren stood in anticipation of a response.



OOC: And, to add on to my character's question, do we private message the essay to you? Or post it somewhere? Forgive me, this is the very first time I've attempted to do any sort of RPing, let alone RPing with homework involved! ;)

natalie knocked on the door of the professors office and waited for a reply.

OOC: I posted instructions on the homework board, so you can check there. And no problem! You're going about it the right way, you're a good RPer so far as I can see *painfully honest, or just plain painful*

Andi turned to look at the Slytherin girl, her eyebrows raised. The half written letter lay on her desk, along with some old photos. Andi had been sorting through them in preparation for her next lesson. In the event of being completely unable to find a fairytale in the Brothers Grimm book that didn't involve beheading and the like, she had decided next time, she'd teach something simple and easy: how to charm photographs to move.

She had been looking through her collection to find a few, mostly of her younger days, and of her parents and various relatives. Right now, her hand rested on one ancient shot, taken when she and her four-months-younger cousin Karl had been about three years old. Little Andi had a big smile on her face, black hair blowing about, and a huge bouquet of peonies. She was near Karl, who had a smaller smile. There was no sign of the grouches they would become.

Andi smiled fondly, remembering the last words she and Karl had exchanged.

"You bloody git!"

"You miserable shrew!"

She rather missed her cousin.

"The next class will be when I choose it to be!" she snapped, shaking hair out of her eyes. "As for the homework, rest assured I have posted the requirements on the homework board outside. I believe you possess all faculties? You can read? Yes? Very good then."

Andi sighed, irritably. "Come in," she called, through gritted teeth. But before the girl could enter, Lee had rushed in...

Andi picked up the note and studied it, not without glaring at Lee first and pointedly picking her pieces of paper and photographs up. She read the note and her face hardened considerably. Hung on a door, it would have frightened children and ghosts away for sure. There was murder in the flash of her eyes, and the line of her mouth. As always, when she was extremely angry, Andi seemed as calm as death.

"Poison-pen writers," she said contemptuously, "are the lowest of the low. Bring this to the Headmistress. Inform her of it. The rest, I will sort out myself..."

She steepled her fingers and smiled at Lee. "Thank you indeed for bringing this to my notice, Mr. Andrez. I assure you, the perpetrator will be... sorry for this."

Andi's brows drew together in a frown as yet another knock sounded on her door. "Come in," she said, starting to clear away her photos and pieces of parchment.

Andi raised her eyebrows. She was calm. Almost too calm. Painfully, nervewrackingly calm. She was calm in the way the rope hanging between a gorge full of poisonous snakes is calm. Andi smiled at Nikolai.

"Mr. Andrez," she gestured at Lee, "has already been kind enough to deliver some of these childish letters to me. I recommend him take them to the headmistress."

Lauren flinched, slightly shocked by the biting response to her innocent question. She thought for a moment that she would've done better just keeping her mouth shut and asking an older student for help - why did she think she could come in here and her professor would treat her any better than the rest?

"Yes, I can read," she said, her voice cracking halfway through. She was scared of this teacher, reduced to physical shakes and a dry mouth in her presence, and yet she was fascinated by her demeanor, her office, and her life. She had never met anyone quite like her. "Uhh...okay, so I, um, I'll check the homework board. Thank you for your time." Nodding at Professor Mao-MacDougal in a final thanks, Lauren ducked out of the office with her head down, releasing a large breath of air once the door shut behind her that said she was never so glad to be swallowed by the crowd of students in the halls.



OOC: I'd say painfully honest. Though, if she were my teacher, I'd probably have cried by now! lol, Thanks so much for your help - I really appreciate it. :flowers:

Jenni thought about earlier and decided to visit AMMZ. She patiently knocked on the door and waited, not wanting to annoy the teacher anymore.

Andi gritted her teeth, feeling a temper begin to brew somewhere under her ribs and work it's way up so she had to clamp her teeth tightly together to keep the scream inside.

"Come in," she trilled, every syllable soaked in poison.

Jenni slowly opened the door. She knew about the professors temper and now had to be careful. "Sorry to interupt Professor but I wanted to talk to you."

Andi's eyebrows flew up. They had flown up so often in the course of the day, and her lessons that she was considering having them anchored there. "What is it now?" she drawled, playing with some ribbons. "Come to demand more housepoints?"

"No Professor I haven't. I have come to apologise for my behaviour in class today. I am sorry about it. I am just getting used to being with people and well, I don't think I am doing a very good job of it," Jenni smiled weakly.

Andi snorted. 'Absolutely' was what she had felt like saying - though who was she to talk? Andi was possibly the second most anti-social person on earth, with her cousin Karl Redde-Macdougal coming first. "Apology accepted," said Andi tersely.

Brittany wanted to talk to the professor for a minute about class so she knocked on her office door and waited for an answer

Andi took in her breath with a sharp hiss and wondered just how much this job was worth to her. Oh the pleasure it would be to allow her temper to flare just for one glorious moment and purge every single student from the earth. Of course when she calmed down, she would probably be sorry.

Probably.

"Come in," snapped Andi.

Brittany could see that the professor still had the same temper that she had in class. But she came in anyway. She tried to smile but she just couldn't because she was so afraid. "Um professor I just wanted to tell you in person that I am very sorry for what happened in Class today. I am one of the students that you took points off of for talking But I didn't know that you were in there Because I stopped immediately after you came inand I know that this is not an excuse I just wanted to let you know that I was sincerely Sorry." Brittany finished not making eye contact with her.

"Thank you Professor," Jenni said with a nod. She slowly left the classroom. But quickly said at the door, "I think you are an amazing teacher."

Andi bit in a sigh. Did they think she held grudges? Never forgot nor forgave? Well, alright, so maybe she did hold grudges, and maybe she had never forgotten, nor forgiven the little brat who had shoved her down when she was five (and if she ever saw that punk again...).

But still.

"Apology accepted," she said curtly. "I'm sure you're not the only one who has talked in class." Just one of those dumb enough to get caught...

Andi almost did a double-take. The unexpected praise widened her eyes and brightened her spirits, though admittedly, her spirits were so black that ten buckets of polish and even a spit and rub probably wouldn't have it presentable. "...Thank you," she said, rather stunned.

"You are welcome Professor," Jenni smiled before leaving, closing the door behind her.

Brittany Started to smile as she started to talk But when she finished Her Sentence Her smile faded. "oh Ok" brittany said looking a little hurt "well I get out of your way now."

Knocking on the door before slowly pushing it open Thump walked into the classroom and spotted Miss Mac-Dougal sitting at her tabel."I just wanted to say professor,i profoundly enjoyed you class today,that being my first ever wizarding class you've made me very anxious to take more and i cant wait for you next one.You're a great teacher and i can honestly say i learned alot today." said Thump and then taking a step back waitng for the teachers response hoping he wouldent get points taken away for coming to her office so late.

Andi was beginning to wonder if there was a schoolwide conspiracy to discomfit her. Last term hadn't been too bad, though nicotine cravings had rendered most of the term a hazy sort of blur. But this year - ye Gods - she had to deal with Andrei Vannacutt, letters, poison-pen letters, Andrei Vannacutt, classes, praise for her teaching, Andrei Vannacutt...

Andi shook her head. "Thank you," she said, a trifle ungraciously, highly unused to not being able to use sarcasm or insult. "Don't let me detain you."

"Ok Professor hope to see you around and i cant wait for the next lesson" and with that Thump rushed out the class looking back just once to make sure that the professor wasent going to hex him.

Cassandra knocked on the open door of the Charms professor's office. She peeked in and said in a low tone "Professor, please let me first apologize for barging in on you, but I thought you should know... I found this on the Slytherin table in the great hall:

I'm not sure how it got there, or who Professor Plum, Colonel Mustard and Miss Scarlett are, but I thought you should know someone is papering the school with this filth. I couldn't remove the original piece from the table, so I transcribes the parchment so you could see.

I apologize that our first one-on-one meeting had to be this, you may already have knoledge of this, but I thought if you didn't, you should know. I really enjoyed your class and look forward to the next."

Cassandra stood in the doorway, hoping not to get hit with a knockback jinx. She liked this professor and prayed she did the right thing in showing her the notice.

Andi picked up the parchment and read it through, agonizingly slow. Then she looked up and gave the Slytherin girl a long look. "Thank you," she said finally, tearing up the paper in slow, alarming strokes. "I'm already aware of this." Her eyes were glinting again, shining like the spark travelling towards the dynamite.

Cassandra looked down "Sorry to have bothered you, I just felt it was my duty to inform you. With your permission, I'll take my leave."

Andi raised an eyebrow at the sight of the lying Gryffindor. "And how may I help you?" she said. Her wand was near her hand, and since wandless magic was a must for any adult witch, or wizard, was probably well-equipped to deal with anything in the future - by shortening other, this Gryffindor's for example, futures short.

Andi sighed. "Yes, come in," she said, wondering if she should just glue her door shut after a lesson.

Lua chuckled inwardly at the sight of the professor holding a wand, did i really scare you this much?. Lua couldn't help but wander. Lua raised an eyebrow at her comment, was this professor dellusional? "You asked me to come see you after class professor" she answered.

When the professor was busy speaking to a young slytherin, lua leaned in closer to lee, and whispered "I need to speak to you about last year, something has come up, i need your help", lua pulled away brushing her hair and acting innocent.

OOC: Wand was not in her hand. *pokes you*

"Oh yes, that," said Andi wrily. "I'd like to know why you shot that spell at me, using Nikolai's wand, and attempted to blame it on him." She sat back in her chair boredly, waiting for a doubtless extremely weak excuse to cover up the fact that she was probably just another idiotic Gryffindor who thought it would be cool to disrupt classes.