"Thank you. If you ask a number of students, you will find that I am James Longbottom, inventor. That notebook has some of my many inventions, but especially for Hogwarts. They are safe, magic inventions of my own creation. There are in there creatures, such as unicorns, dragons, and grindylows that I have made and act exactly like the creature except it won't attack. They are small replicas in a way, and they are biogologicly correct, for test practice. I want to make sure to have your permission to sell them." Sneeze looked took out a dragon from his pocket and put it on his shoulder.
"These inventions cost the students around 5 knuts to 2 galleons. I try to keep the students in mind."

"This is a school, not a business," Rae shook her head. "You may offer them to people who approach you, but you may not actively advertise. I can't have this place turning into a free market with everyone offering services and goods."

"Well, thank you for your time. You may keep the notebook, as it is only a copy." He turned around and when he reached the door he looked back. "Thank you, again." He went on and closed the door. He looked at the dragon on his shoulder. "Well, it was worth a try."

Dan knocked at the door but hesitated so he left a note saying.

Greetings Madame,

I am Dan and I want to know if you have a jon openings in the School? I can do anyhtng and can help even as a teaching assistant of some sort....
Hope you can help.

Thanks
Dan

Professor Carracio made his way to the Headmistress's office and knocked softly. He was rather curious as to what she would say about his offer to the young student. Perhaps she would recommend someone else. He certainly hoped not, however, he knew that there were regulations in place for a reason.

Kayla stood silently beside Professor Carracio, rocking back and forth on her feet slightly. She was a little nervous at speaking to the Headmistress about this but she really needed Professor Carracio's help and she hoped that she could make the Headmistress see how important it was.

"You walked right past me," Rae paused on the stairs below them, giving them a flat look. "We can all sit down in my office. Good day to you, Kayla. Professor Erikson."

Kayla turned and looked at the headmistress and blushed. "Sorry Professor" she mumbled. "Good day to you as well."

He chuckled softly. "I'm afraid I was distracted as I made my way here," he said softly with an elegant bow. "Good day to you, and forgive me for not keeping myself focused."

"That's alright," Rae seated herself and reached for the teapot before lowering her hands into her lap. "What can I do for you?"

Kayla looked at Professor Carracio nervously before turning back to the headmistress. Probably best let him do all the talking she thought as she clasped her hands in her lap. No doubt her time for talking will come soon enough.

He brought himself before the headmistress and bowed once more. "Kayla has come to me with some interesting... concerns. And has expressed a wish to learn occlumency. Apparently there has been an attempt to teach her at home, but it has not been going well. She was hoping that perhaps she could learn it from someone who has experience in teaching. I offered to teach her, as I have recently... come upon some free time." No one trying to kill him, and most of his family dead. Yeah, not a lot to occupy his time any longer. "I was thinking I could set aside my painting in order to give her a lesson or two each week, though I felt I should bring the idea to you first."

Rae's face was almost completely immobile as she considered the request and studied the pair of them. "Are you sure... that's advisable? Perhaps there are some thoughts that are not best shared with one so young."

He nodded, thinking of her concerns. "I am sure there are a good deal which should not be shared, considering what I have seen. However, I believe that I am competent enough to keep them from her mind. I also have access to a pensieve, should it be necessary." He glanced to the student before returning his attention to the Headmistress. "For whatever reason, she has shown concern about her memories, and apparently access to them. I have discussed other possibilities with her, and she is not satisfied with them. To be honest, I would not have been either, and thus I cannot blame her. However, I do understand your concerns, and it is one of the reasons I brought it to you."

"Please Headmistress, I wouldn't ask this if it wasn't of utmost importance" Kayla pleaded. "And I trust Professor Carracio implicitly and I'm sure that he will take the necessary precautions during these lessons."

Rae tapped her fingers on the desk. "You report to me if anything goes awry. I'm absolutely serious on that point, Professor Erikson."

Something flashed across his eyes and he bowed elegantly. "Of course, Headmistress. I would never think of doing otherwise."

"Then I hope that you can be of help to Kayla," she bowed in response just slightly. "I know that you are a very gifted wizard, Professor."

"I thank you for your confidence, Headmistress. I hope that I will live up to your expectations." He offered a small smile to her then nodded to Kayla. "We can arrange something later. You should likely return to your dorm."

"Thank you Professor Rae" Kayla replied rising from her chair. "I promise to work really hard."

Kayla turned to Professor Carracio. "Of course" she inclined her head towards him. "I shall speak to you later then" and she made her way out of the office.

"Have a good day," Rae nodded at the girl and sat behind her desk.

Drago paused a moment, as if to say something, but bowed instead. "Unless there are other concerns, I shall take my leave, then."

"I appreciate you bringing Kayla here. Have a good day, Professor."

"Good day, Headmistress." He nodded to her once more then slipped out quietly, heading back towards his office.

Freya reached the top of the spiral staircase and proceeded through, "Good morning, Headmistress. I hope I'm not disturbing you, I just wanted to ask you something that I wasn't sure about." She said as she stood before the Headmistress' desk.