Jose could feel himself getting to the boiling point "Are you series" laughed Jose "Your stool has one leg to small and you enjoy it"

"Oh, yes, I am enjoying this cushion-less seat, while I have to watch our headmaster sit on the world's smallest stool, and deal with all of your petty problems whining about being separated from your little girlfriends when my own wife and child are dead. Yes, I am most certainly enjoying myself." And there is someone out to kill you. Now is not the time for this! Why? Because you're trying to play mild-mannered Professor? Shut up!

He winced at the bantering in his head, trying to will them to just quiet down for once. Something prompted him to look over the crowd of students. He didn't know what it was, but something just told him that someone was missing. He only wished he knew what it was about. But then again, he always had that odd feeling when these headaches started.

He realized he was holding a hand to his head. He took a deep breath, recomposing himself, but the strain was obvious. "Five points from Hufflepuff for your insolence. For your information, all of us are under the thumb of someone else. We're all just having to deal with what you're being dealt, and you had better as well."

Dumont rolled his eyes. "We can't do a thing about this situation, you kids are just going to have to learn to deal with it the same as us," he said.

Dumont thought to himself how lucky he was. His wife, Bethany was alive and well and although they didn't have any children yet, they were still young and very happy. He felt intense sadness for Erikson, what a horrible thing he had suffered! There was nothing he could say, it wouldn't change anything. These kids were a bunch of whining crybabies, they had no concept of what life was all about.

Jose stormed off but this wouldn't be the last time they saw him no it wouldn't he thought to himself.

Vindictus wasn't in the most pleasant mood as he cooly made his way to the Staff Table and sat down. There was a vacant seat next to him and he purposely turned to one side and stuck his feet on top. There. Now Fabian has a place to sit, he thought and grabbed a goblet of pumpkin juice.

Fabian Clark entered the Great hall with the most disheveled appearance in years, his hair had streaks of white yet upon closer inspect you notice its merely dust. He has a huge scowl masked on his face, you'll think it been carved there for years.

He made a grunt like sound as he approached the staff table, waved a hand in greeting to all seated men before nudging Max's foot down and taking a seat next to his friend, before saying anything else he asked "Do you have a portrait in your office?" in the most annoyed tone his vocal chords can exert.

Max swung his feet off the chair and grimaced. "The Ministry Idiot is permanently stuck above my fireplace," he said and looked at his friend. "Do you hate your office as much as I hate mine? There has to be a way to get rid of a permanent sticking charm."

Kapoor squirmed uncomfortably into his seat, which was in terrible shape compared to some of the others, it wobbled from uneven wear and it had no cushion, but it was still better than the one Headmaster Branxton had to sit in and he was thankful for that. He sat for a minute surveying the suroundings. Toile on the table and almost more students than teachers at the staff table. A young man, who couldn't have been beyond his thirties sat on his own and seemed to not be engaged so deeply in a conversation that it would be rude to interupt. Kapoor smiled warmly at the younger gent and spoke up towards him.

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Dumont rolled his eyes. "We can't do a thing about this situation, you kids are just going to have to learn to deal with it the same as us," he said.

Dumont thought to himself how lucky he was. His wife, Bethany was alive and well and although they didn't have any children yet, they were still young and very happy. He felt intense sadness for Erikson, what a horrible thing he had suffered! There was nothing he could say, it wouldn't change anything. These kids were a bunch of whining crybabies, they had no concept of what life was all about.

"Hello, there." He greeted the young man. "How are you liking this new learning environment?" He knew that not much in the way of negative remarks could be made in present company, but given the young gents recent words, Kapoor doubted he'd have much in the way of negative thoughts to share on it.

Doyle had his face in his hands, rubbing his temples forcefully with his thumbs while his glasses lay on the table. Why had he agreed to run this school? What in Merlin's name had he been thinking? If he had been less dignified Doyle would be beating his head against the table (it was close enough). He overheard Vindictus and Clark speaking and sat up, cleaning his glasses before putting them back on. "A wedding portrait?" he asked.

Jose walked upto the staff table and started to talk to one of the staff.
"Hey sir i have some proof that Lord Borr isn't that important like he says he his" laughed Jose "in fact he isn't a Lord at all well if he is he isn't in this country I have just been looking thought all the lords of this country and Lord Borr isn't one of them, So if he isn't a Lord what is he and why are you letting the ministry take over hogwarts?"

Caleum moved his head from side to side to releave a small part of stress that already began to build up. Even in his Ministry days, nothing compared to what the staff and students were going through at this point. His attention then turned towards , Professor Braxton, Vindictus and his dear friend, Fabain, for a moment as they spoke of their offices.

"Merlins," he spoke as he shook his head with half closed eyes. "Please tell me that someone doesn't have a wedding portrait in their office?" This was beyond his greatest imagination but nothing compared to the name plate that was stuck to his door. Nothing was pulling that baby off, not when someone used the best charm in the world to make sure it held it's spot in place.

"Good day to you, sir," Dumont smiled at the man who had just spoken to him. The man had a very pleasant face, quite an intelligent look and appeared to be someone that Dumont could easily talk to. "I'm Antonio Dumont, by the way. Very new to teaching here, I confess. How about yourself?" Dumont figured this man had probably been here for years and might be able to show him the ropes.

Professor Branxton turned on his squat stool and stared at the boy in complete disbelief. "Letting? Obviously you do not know your history very well. Perhaps you should ask Professor Borr, who was appointed to his post by the Minister of Magic, himself to tell you how he was lorded and about the great Albus Dumbledore's trouble with a Ministry official named Dolores Umbridge. After you have all your facts straight, I'd like you to write me an essay describing why I am "letting" the Ministry take over Hogwarts," he said. "I expect the essay on my desk by the end of the week or I will take five points from Hufflepuff for disrespect."

"Stuck over my window with permanent sticking charm and some sort of repelling charm so that it cannot be covered," he sighed.

"Worse," Max said, turning towards Doyle. "He's wearing Quidditch robes and waving like an idiot. He's not even sitting on the broom correctly, even a student would notice that. I tried ripping it off the wall to no avail. Permanent sticking charm." He sighed deeply.

Bob was wondering where the food was. Wasn't this supposed to be a feast? If so, where was the food? Come one now! Bob heard his stomach grumble once more. He continued to sit on his stool, not talking to any of the other professors. After giving Branxton a dirty look for not starting the feast, he just listened and observed... He specifically observed Lord Borr. Ahhh finally a man with some importance!

Since it didn't look like the food was coming any time in the near future, Bob decided to get off his stool and introduce himself. Now let me tell you, this doesn't happen very often. Lord Borr must really be something.

"Good evening Lord Borr. I must say it is a pleasure, no an honour to meet you! I am Bob Thornton. I heard you talking about the minister. A fine man, I must say, like yourself. And He is lucky to have such a wonderful lady. Did I mention that Clara and I are great friends? She is the reason I got this job actually." He said, almost bowing due to the honour of being in Lord Borr's presence.

Flynn stared back at Garret, not having thought of that before. "Maybe he only asks people who have been bad? And if he does, we'll just say that we have boils on our buts and it's very uncomfortable to sit or something," he whispered back at the Hufflepuff.

He approached more slowly to where Headmaster Borr sat, unsure what way would be the most politest since he was in conversation with a number of staff members.

"Eh... Head-Head...master Borr?" Flynn stuttered, "Would it be too.. too... much trouble for me and my fr-friend Garret," he pointed overdramatically at the boy, "to have a quick moment of your time?"

He nudged Garret in the side as a signal to add something of his own.

Lord Borr was growing tired, very tired indeed. His triple chin had always served as a nice pillow and he was just starting to nod off when - "Oh, terribly sorry, terribly sorry." Lord Borr extended his hand, almost the way a King does when he wishes for his rings to be kissed. "I'm sure I know you from the Ministry," the fellow did have an air of importance around him. "Good friends with the Minister, you say? Oh that wife of his is a sight. And you know how women are, sad petty little things. The Minister found a true great woman. Most deserving!" Lord Borr chuckled merrily, sending a shock wave down his massive belly. His hands rode the rippling from their post on the belly.


Lord Borr's eyes turned on the little scrawny excuse for a boy. His thoughts came pouring out of his mouth," Why - are you potty trained even? I thought there was an age limit on this place. I AM NO BABYSITTER!" Lord Borr most certainly was not.

"Oof" Garret grunted as he was nudged unceremoniously in the side. He pushed his hair back and bowed at the headmaster nervously, "It is... Very Important, headmaster sir."

He personally thought the bow was a good touch. Wasn't that how very important people greeted each other? He didn't know...

Offt. This was going to be harder than either of them had expected. "Well, Headmaster I can assure you I have been potty trained for at least 9 and a half years now," he turned to face Garret, he could feel the sweat dripping down his forehead. This was too much pressure.

"We.. we, just wanted to offer compliments and thanks... for.. for the food we mean, I mean, we mean," Flynn closed his eyes hoping he would disappear on the spot, "We feel as if everyone has been treating you ever so poorly after supplying them with such marvellous chicken nuggets... Me and Ga-Garret, practically finished the bowl!"

What. On. Earth.

His blue eyes wide as... wide as... wide as Borr's belt (their plates certainly weren't wide over at the Huffie table), Garret nodded mutely. He was scared, the headmaster looked like he could swallow Flynn whole! He would probably take a bite and half to eat Garret, but it was intimidating nonetheless.

"And the 'taters, sir." He rubbed his belly, "Thank you, very much, headmaster Borr, sir."

"You two are a couple of brown nosers, eh? You think ole Lord Borr doesn't see it?" Lord Borr was smiling now though. Bless their little diapered bottoms. "Go on. Out with it. What do you two want from old Berty? Sit on my lap? Hugs? What? Bottles? I don't burp the little ones. My Lita, Miss Melita, she'd be honored, but not Berty. No no no," Lord Borr was laughing for reasons only known to him.

Standing took too much effort; Bob sat down next to Lord Borr. He took his hand and eagerly shook it, and was almost tempted to kiss it. This was a great moment for Bob. "Yes, I'm sure you've seen me around. I am always invited to those ministry parties, which I am sure you have been invited to. Perhaps you were there reason behind half of them! I'd have no doubts. Yes, his wife is very pretty, like no other." He said as he mimicked Lord Borr's chuckle.

Bob loved the way he interacted with the students. "I have to say, I love your approach to this kids. Or should I say pests? I have never liked children, just little annoyances who think they are important. Ha! They should be on the floor bowing at your feet." He said loudly so the students could easily hear.

Jose walked upto Lord Bor "excuse me Lord" he said "I am just wondering if you would have known by dad as he knows a lot of lords, he works in the ministry now but before hand he was a profeshional quidditch player who played for England he was a beater, I am sure he had talked about you, apparently you are a visionary your style of doing think he says is inspational"

Damn... outed on their first attempt. Garret wasn't sure what to do now, but he smiled weakly in return, "Oh no, we don't want nuffink, sir," Garret said hastily, "Alls we wanted was to say thank you for the meal." Who was this Lita person he was going on about?

He shot a terrified look in Flynn's direction. There it was! The lap offer! Time to make a dash for it! Perfect timing too, for the other old man had engaged the headmaster in coversation now.

Flynn felt slightly offended that he was being accused of being a brown noser... sure, he was and it was only because he wanted to get himself invited to whatever it was that older Hufflepuff had gotten invited to. Flynn didn't think Borr would appreciate desperation though... the rate this was going he would have to do exceptionally well in a class to get some recognition, particularly since Headmaster Borr thought they were in nappies!

Flynn noticed the fear in Garret's eyes after he answered the Headmaster and, mentally, they were both in agreement as to what to do next. But a couple of things held Flynn back for a few more minutes.

Firstly, he turned to the other Hufflepuff boy who had just STROLLED up to the Headmaster whilst he was in the middle of a conversation with them. "Excuse me, you are being incredibly rude interupting our conversation. Wait your turn," there goes that snap of the tongue Flynn was producing rather too often.

And secondly, that other Professor. No respect and an other idiot. Yes, come to a school where there is tons of kids when you don't like kids. Smart move. However, Flynn may have had the guts to lash out at a fellow pupil, but not a Professor. "Sorry you feel that way sir," he offered to Thornton.