The Staff Room Fire
 

Where the professors can sit back and relax by the fire without the risk of students interrupting.

james tryed the door it was locked he still hadnt got his wand back so he tryed the door again but nothing happened he need to see the headmisstris

james are you in here said ryan

ryan over here james was sitting in a arm chair looking comfuy

OOC: Please refrain from posting IN the thread if you aren't IN the room. If you are waiting for a professor, just post once that you tried the door and place further conversations OUTSIDE. You can be assured of a detention if the staff catch you lurking around or in the staff room.

Also, I didn't read where you got into the room. In your first post, you were locked out (and rightly so) and in the next, you're sitting on the couch. Be careful next time what you post. You could have gotten out of the detention if you'd just stayed out like you were supposed to. You will both be PMed further instructions concerning your detentions.

Professor Branxton strode into the staff room to find two students in there, one looking rather comfortable on the couch. "Detentions for the both of you and I will be informing your heads of house of this breech of staff privacy. In case you hadn't noticed the sign on the door, this is the staff room and no students are allowed in here. Your detentions will start this evening. Now, please leave," he said, biting back further angry comments and waiting for them to leave.

Hazelle approached the staff room, convinced that this is where the meeting would take place.

Upon entering, however, she didn't see anyone at first. She was about to leave when she spotted Professor Lainey in a corner. Emboldened that she was possibly only early....she walked further into the room.

"Excuse me, Professor Lainey?" she asked, not quite yet familar with calling anyone, save Ariana, by their first names, "Is this where the meeting will take place? I wouldn't ask, but Samea hadn't been very specific, just said to get to the meeting and wear shoes." She smiled at the memory of the Sorting Feast, to which Rae-Branxton had shown up, shoeless.

Andi entered the staff room, brushing hair from her face. She looked around. There weren't many people here yet. Quietly, she walked over to the fire, and took a seat, rearranging her skirts so they wouldn't be crushed and creased out of place. The fire sent flickering shadows over everyone, one moment revealing, and concealing, tinting skins golden. The fire made her skin more yellow than it normally was, and she looked more like her Chinese half for once.

"This looks like a meeting of a secret society," she said out loud.

A laugh made Andi almost jump in her chair, it was so incongruous. She turned, sinking back into her seat when she found that it was just Professor Light - a perky, peppy little woman. Andi gave her a slight smile, and turned to face Rae again.

Andi remembered Rave's letter, the letter her sister had hired a Slytherin thug to retrieve, and her jaw tightened. "Does this have anything to do with... Voldemortist, again?" she asked.

Professor Opteryx made it to the meeting a bit late, after being held up by a student (no, not literally, but that would have been a sight to see.) He quickly took the first seat he saw, not caring about the odd brown stain on the armrest.



"Or perhaps the Book of Mysteria?" Opteryx asked, glad to see that he hadn't missed too much of the discussion yet. It appeared to be just beginning.

Andi paused half way in nodding a 'hello' at the Arithmancy professor (Were mismatched shoes the new fashion? Well... he was a little too old to be following these trends. Maybe he was just odd. Leave it at that). "Book of Mysteria?" she repeated dubiously. "What's that?"

"It's what Lord Voldemortist has been after for the last...eight or nine years, at the very least, and the reason for the standoff last term," Opteryx summerized. "I believe Headmistress Rae has more to say on it?" He looked expectantly at Rae.

Andi too, looked at Rae, putting together bits and pieces in her mind like shards of quicksilver sliding together and making a less than perfect whole. The Daily Prophet article, the contempt and outrage of Lee Andrez regarding the school's defenses and why Rae made him write that essay, the letter that belonged to Rave...

Oh holy hell.

Andi's athletic eyebrows flew up at the sound of the knocking on the door. It sounded like a dinosaur was outside, trying to get in, or a horde of students on a sugar rush and deciding to go on a lynching spree - or an army to Deatheaters-

No, not the right way for a mind to go.

Andi pulled herself together, and walked towards, the door, pulling it open and ready to freeze the knock-ee with Medusa Glare #13.

"D...dark mark..." Rosalie sqeeked. "Saw...in...dorm...." She was having diffaculties stringing together two words.

Rosalie was in her pajajama's, bare foot, with her hair still looking as it had when she woke up. That fact had fled her, she was too frantic to notice the glare she was recieving from the professor before her either.

"E-excuse me?" stuttered Andi, shocked into messing her normally icy perfection diction for the first, and last, time in her life. Her mind clicked into two sections, one of reasonable doubt, and the other leaping into action immediately, "Who is it and where are they now?"