"I've always thought I had a way with the children," Lord Borr knew as much, but he was a modest man. "I wouldn't be opposed to you taking some notes on how it's done. Pass it around. Send it over to that girly school, too. Merlin help them you KNOW they need it!" Lord Borr laughed so loud it hurt.

"Well of course he talked about me. Everyone talks about me. I'm LORD BERTY BORR, after all." Lord Borr dismissed this child with a wave of his hand.

"Well you're welcome for the meals boys. Very welcome indeed. I like a man that knows when and where to show his gratitude. Might I suggest a letter to the Minister and show your appreciation in that way, as well?" Lord Borr reached out and ruffled the boys hairs, and then he turned and wiped his hands on Bob Thornton. He didn't want greasy fingers. He laughed out loud when the little one snapped at the one going on about his father. "TOO RIGHT! You tell him! Show him how to bow properly!"

"Well anyway Lord Borr if you need anything don't hessitant to ask" replied Jose "I think you should get knighted" after saying that he scoop down low and bowed he walked backwards so that his face was always on Lord Borr as he knew it was disruspectful to turn your back on someone so important.

Doyle sighed again. "Cooper... The Minister..." he shook his head. He had nothing nice to say. Time for stalling was through. It was time for the speech. He placed his hands on the table to help ease himself to his feet. His knees were cramping. He cleaned his glasses and then tapped his spoon on his glass. "Please take you seats!"

Once everyone was settled he cleaned his glasses again and cleared his throat. He took a deep breath and tapped his fingers on his thigh for a few moments before finally opening his mouth to speak. "Welcome to.... Cooper's... School of Magic for Wizards," Professor Branxton announced, though it was a wrench not to say something inappropriately vulgar instead of "Cooper's". "I am the newly appointed Headmaster of this school. Those of you who are returning from previous terms at Hogwarts will recognize some returning faces amongst the new ones on staff. We'd like to welcome you all to this new, all boys school.

"The Ministry has declared Hogwarts unsafe. The school governors agreed as I believe all of us should after the events of the past fifteen years, most recently the abduction of students right from the school. The Minister decreed that two schools would be built to split the student population into two in order to more closely monitor them... for your protection, of course. There are several new and strict rules in place and I would implore you to obey them. Rule breakers will be sent home if necessary.

"I apologize for my poor speech skills. I'm used to my wife giving the speeches. Perhaps Lord Borr has more to add?" Doyle differed to the big man, knowing the best way to handle him was to pander to his ego.

Galloping Gryffindors, they'd gotten it wrong! Garret's eyes took in the REAL Headmaster and his hand took hold of Flynn's elbow, he struck a pose as if ready to scarper to their table or common room when he realized that it probably wasn't wise to leave just like that.

He stopped, offered a short bow to Lord Borr and started dragging Flynn away. Considering the kid was about as big as his own little brother, this wasn't so difficult to do.

Lord Borr turned to Bob Thorton. "See how important I am?" Truly, he even amazed himself sometimes.

Without the help of his cane, getting to his feet was a challenge. But Lord Borr was up for any challenge. He defied gravity and raised himself to his full height. "Yes, Professor Doyle, I think I will say a few words. I'll fill in everything you left out," Lord Borr's hands went up and he waved out to all the students, all his fans and supporters.

"Well, children, here were are! On the eve of a new beginning. Rest well tonight, because tomorrow - tomorrow we start a whole new reign. GONE are the days where you could run wild and act like a fool. GONE are the days where you filled you hollow heads with the nonsense curriculum previously taught. GONE of the days of Hogwarts and GONE are the days of chaos!" Lord paused to catch his breath and allow for applause. "Long will be the reign of Minister Cooper's new school! HOORAY!"

"Let me read you the new rules. Rules that you all should have had the very beginning," Lord Borr cleared his throat and began:

1. Appropriate school uniforms must be worn at all times outside the common rooms. Be sure your shirt is tucked in, your trousers are ironed, and your shoes match your belt. No jewelry.

2. There is absolutely no communication with anyone outside of your school aside from parents and guardians. You are here for education, not socialization.

3. Students must be in their common rooms by 9:30 each weekday and by 10:30 on weekends. You must be in your dormitory half an hour after the common room curfew.

4. The castle and its furnishings deserve our respect at all times. Do not stand on the furniture or sit down too hard. Do not remove wall decorations. Do not wear the suits of armor.

5. No food or drink permitted outside the Great Hall under any circumstances. This includes snacking in bed. The elves WILL check your sheets.

6. Pets are only allowed in the dormitories, not in the common rooms, corridors, or elsewhere in the school. They may not sleep in your bed, as it is unsanitary.

7. All non-academic clubs are henceforth disbanded. Quidditch is acceptable as it is an opportunity to stretch our bodies as well as our minds.

8. No running, jumping, skipping, or general tomfoolery in the corridors or outside the common rooms. Try not to have any fun on school time."

Lord Borr was utterly spent at the end of his magnificent speech. He had just enough energy for one more thing. "A toast! TO THE MINISTER! Long live Minister Cooper! And to a very educational year!! "

"Yeah long live the Minister" replied Jose "and I hope Lord Borr I get a chance to speak to you more" Jose bowed and then left walking backwards always keeping his face on Lord Borr.

The students were going to drive him mad. He was sure of it. Did he really hear Headmaster Borr? Dear Merlin... He would have given just about anything for the comfort of his wife right now. But even if she had been alive, she wouldn't be here. That thought was all the more depressing. He wasn't sure who had it worse: He, for having lost his wife and therefore couldn't expect to see her again, or Branxton, for having his wife just out of reach at his fingertips at the neighboring school. After all, he remembered what it had been like to reach out for someone and just fall short. Afterward it may not seem so bad, but for the moment...

At least he will be able to see her again. That doesn't stop the pain of now. But the pain of how is fleeting, isn't it? You've a lifetime of it ahead of you. Why feel sorry for him? It... it's the expectation... It sounded flimsy, even to him. Come off it. You know it will be better for him in the end. What do you have to look forward to?

Under the premise of simply leaning on his hands, in boredom, he tried plugging his ears to shut the argument out. But of course, even he reveled in the remarkable stupidity of such a futile action. He did his best to clear his mind, employing occlumency once more. Never had he used it so much as is recent days. But if he didn't, surely the others would see him slipping. Unfortunately, he recovered himself in time to see some off reactions around him, and wondered just what it was he'd missed. There were the rules read off, but what happened after that?

After Lord Borr had spoken and sat down again Barry saw his chance he waited when the applause and toasts were over to to the minister Barry walked up and bowed he had brought another bag of cookies "Lord Borr II do not think I intruduced myself last time I am Barry Weasly a second year Ravenclaw"

Just as Jose was about to leave he saw the teacher he was very rude to earlier "proffesor I would like to say I am very sorry, My behaver earlier was totaly uncalled for" he was talking to one proffesor but had his face still on Lord Borr as it would be rude to turn his back on someone so important

"Don't be such a kiss-up," he muttered before looking at the boy. He lowered the voice and hoped that he was just enough away from the loud-mouthed man (and that he was being loud enough to drown Armand out) to speak to the kid. "Jose, earlier you thanked me for what I tried to do for your brother, and then in recent you showed a large amount of distrust for what the other professors and I are doing, by not even giving time or chance to explain ourselves. I would certainly urge that you decide where your loyalties lie, or you will only be seen as another Wormtail in this school. Hufflepuff will not grow any stronger by cowtowing to whoever you perceive is the most important, nor by spouting out every irritation that comes to mind. You follow the rules, you deal with as your are dealt, but you play the game." At those words, even occluded, he shuddered.

Jose kept looking at Lord Borr but whispered to the other proffesor "I seem to have misjudge you, well what i'm doing is keeping my friends close and enamies even closer, if you need any help with anything proffesor then just come and look for me and I'll try and help as much as I can, I wish I had just come up and talked to you earlier instead of starting an argument with you.

"I'm sure we will, son. I'm sure we'll get to know each real well." Lord Borr collapsed into his chair. Merlin, he would sleep good later on. Being so busy and important all the time was so tiring.

"Barry Weasley. Barry Weasley," Lord Borr said twice, committing it to memory. He took the bag of cookies and sniffed them. "Can't accept these. Why, it'd make my Little Lita cry her heart out and I won't be having that. But, thank you son. Thank you for your kindness. You are a good boy, no doubts about it. Mind if I give your cookies to Bob? Bob Thornton here - GOOD PEOPLE."


As Lord Borr turned to look at Bob, he got an eyeful of the fruity plant caretaker fellow. "Professor Branxton," Lord Borr, loud as ever, called over to him. "Don't you think there should be some sort of - rule about how the professor's appearance?" Lord Borr showed no restraint in pointing out how just horrible he found Professor Erikson's long hair to be. "It just won't do for him or any of the others to look like riffraff. That's no way to be a role model. I'm SURE the Minister would agree."

Doyle looked between Borr and Erikson. He rolled his eyes for Erikson's benefit when his back was turned to Borr. Then he took off his glasses and cleaned them. "Perhaps we should owl the minister before being too hasty. Though, I would agree to a strict dress code, to set an example for the students, of course."

"I'm Jose Moiser" replied Jose "My dad is Liam Moiser he used to be a beater for a quidditch team and also for England, ofcourse he isn't as important as you"

"Yes of cource sir give them to whoever you like" said Barry "Good Evening to you to Mr Thornton| he said turning slightly toward bob and then back at Lord Borr "Lord Borr if you need me to help you in any way I am here to help even if it is the smallest of things"

Erikson gave a small nod to Jose and eyed Borr. "My hair is a perfectly acceptable length for a pureblood head of household, thank you." Then, he gave a dark smirk. "It is also a symbol of myself. It is unrestrained as a symbol that I am currently unrestrained."

Simply watching, and not speaking, Mario noticed the interactions of several students, especially directed towards Lord Borr. This was certainly going to be the year to turn this student body around, even if some didn't care for it. It was obvious that Headmaster Branxton was one of those.

However, Mario had a job to do and do it he would. It was time, he supposed that a code of discipline was put in place. Sometimes it seemed that the younger generation was a little too loose with their mouths and actions.

Jose could see this proffesor getting wound up "proffesor" said Jose quietly "don't get yourself into trouble if he decided that your not upto standard, he could kick you out and then what good could you do" he gave the proffesor one of his pleading looks "please promise me you will just ignore him"

"Perhaps we should," Lord Borr said with a greedy smile. Or perhaps, Lord Borr would just use his authority and make it a rule. "Or, perhaps, you could just tell him to cut that embarrassing mop upon his head."

Lord Borr smiled at the boys. "That's enough, boys. No one likes a brown noser and I know that's exactly what you two are up to. Off with you, now. Go sit down and let me take care of some business." It sure wasn't easy to be so popular and loved by all - all the time.

"Unrestrained looks much like uncivilized from this chair. That sort of thing was allowed in that other school ran by that woman - BUT NOT IN THIS ONE! You are a disgrace and I am embarrassed for you. Didn't your mother ever teach you that only girls had long hair? DOYLE - send this girl to the girls' school at once!"

"With all due respect, Lord Borr, that "woman" is my wife and the Minister's sister. I would be careful what you say or insinuate about her," Doyle replied. "I will not ask Professor Erikson to cut his hair but, if you find it so offensive, perhaps he will consider moving his chair.

Barry bowed to Lord Borr and said "I will see you around Lord Borr" and he walked off

Jose was just about to leave when he heard this remark "Lord Borr you might be important but was there any call for that" he looked at Lord Borr and then turn to the other proffesor "give me the word and i'll use my wand to turn my hair long"

Dumont couldn't believe what he was hearing. Was there an argument going on about the length of a person's - - - hair? How ridiculous could things get, and who would care one way or the other about such a thing? He eyed the large man who had made these statements about hair length uncertainly. He seemed a bit blustery and presumptuous, to say the least! "Sir, how could a person's hair length possibly affect their abilities or anything else?", he asked. "What could it possibly matter? That is only a matter of preference and doesn't prove anything."

"What I find offensive is that YOU don't find his appearance offensive, good sir. He looks like a hooligan. Azkaban riffraff! Some bar you're setting for the students!" Lord Borr would just have to address this in his classes and perhaps give this Erikson chap a haircut himself.

"I believe I told you to SIT DOWN. I believe I've told you MORE THAN ONCE! TWENTY POINTS FROM HUFFLEPUFF for being an insufferable git! SIT DOWN!"

As if Lord Borr didn't have enough problems, now there was another professor that clearly did not know their place. "Yes, well you would think that. What is it you do exactly?"

Jose was angry now "I don't care if your the queen I am talking to a different Proffesor"


OOC: that is not fair I was talking to another Proffesor what's wrong with that