Rey was sitting in an armchair reading a paperback novel when he heard the gargoyle move. "Come on up!" he called.

Entering into Headmaster Pepe's office, Kapoor felt instantly at ease by the 'organized chaos' décor. He looked for a place to 'land' the rather large cauldron he carried and took a moment to catch his breath.

"Headmaster Bontecou, hello." He greeted in a friendly tone. "I'm sorry if I am interupting, but after what happened at the feast, I thought I'd better show you this!" He said, taking hold of the Cauldron again by its' handle. He thrusted it up and towards Bontecou, the contents making a SPLOSH-SLOSH! as they moved inside of it.


Kapoor eagerly waited for his response, forgetting entirely that the Headmaster was also the Potions Master. And, as such, Bontecou may not assume that the cauldron carried anything but a potion inside of it.

"Oh... um... what's this?" he asked, peering into the cauldron, having to push his glasses back up his nose as he bent over. "And what do you mean about what happened at the feast? I thought it was pretty good."

Myrtle had been a good girl, curled up quietly in the cauldron while the professorman carried her to the Headmaster.

And then he had to go and SHAKE her bloody pot, for Merlin's sake!

"Ow ouch owwwwie," Myrtle moaned, imagining how it must have hurt to bounce against the sides of cauldron were she able to actually feel things. "I'm a sensitive ghostie, you know!" she squeaked, deciding that she'd had enough of the cauldron.

Myrtle zoomed up out of the cauldron and went right through the headmaster's head since he chose that instant to peer inside it. She made a sharp floaty turn to double back and ogle at him.

"Oooh, you don't look like Dumbledore," Myrtle murmured, twirling one of her pigtails with a pale finger. She batted her eyelashes at the young Headmaster, thinking that any man with spectacles like that would have be sensitive to her cause.

"I like your glasses," she said in her sweetest, most innocent tone, floating up to his face for a closer look.

Kapoor immediately winced a bit when he heard Myrtle's voice. She may not have had nerves, but she definately seemed to have feelings. "Sorry about that, my dear."


Kapoor put the cauldron back down when Myrtle took the initiative to project herself out of it's dark cast iron body. "And I couldn't agree with you more, Headmaster. The roast beef alone...!" He trailed off happily at the thought of it's deliciousness, before remembering what he was on about. "It's just...the ghosts. Apparently, there are more of them then we might've guessed." He wasn't entirely sure exactly what he expected Bontecou to do about it, but if nothing else, as headmaster, he probably should've been notified.

When the stairs finally reached their destination, Professor Shackleton stood outside the door of the Headmaster's office. She knocked firmly and waited on the doorstep, wondering what the Headmaster would think when he heard what she needed to tell him and show him. She wondered if he'd be amused by Peeves or if he'd banish him from the castle. Despite the fact that Peeves could be a bit rude and had an unhealthy appetite for havoc, Macadrian wasn't entirely sure she wanted to see him go. It had been a long time since the ghosts and the poltergeist had roamed the castle and Macadrian liked the historical feeling they brought with them.

"Oh! Well... I... hmmm," he said, trying to organize his thoughts around the shock and surprise of 1) seeing a ghost in a cauldron, 2) having a ghost run through his head, and 3) being complimented by said ghost. "Thanks?" he said it as a question and then there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" he called, all eyes for Myrtle. "You're Moaning Myrtle, aren't you?"

Hearing the Headmaster call her into his office, Macadrian opened the office door to set her eyes upon a Professor Kapoor, Headmaster Bontecou, and a young female ghost in the room. She gasped softly at the sight of another new ghost and wondered what was going on. Did a new Headmaster have anything to do with the reappearance of the ghosts after so long? Or was it merely coincidental?

Stepping forward, she apologized, "I'm sorry to interrupt, Headmaster. Should I return at a later time?"

"Professor Shackleton!" Kapoor beamed. "Party time!" He said, half-jokingly. What a thing she must've walked in on! He looked behind Macadrian, inspecting what the thought was another voice. Moving towards the steps, he further poked and saw that two very alarmed looking Hufflepuffs were waiting, along with a Gryffindor and yet, still, another Huffie.

"Two at a time. If you ladies wouldn't mind, it looks like these two younger yeras have urgent business." He said, gesturing to the two hufflepuffs to come up first.

Cadence looked at Set alarmed. "Does he mean us?" Supposing that he did, Cadence walked into the Headmaster's office with Set following along behind her.

Had this been any other professor's office, Peeves would have torn in and trashed the place....or at least laid a whoopie cushion or two. However, the Headmaster was another story. Albus Dumbledore had always been eager to provide Peeves with a home, and he wasn't about the mess that up.

He simply floated behind the nosy professor, eagerly awaiting his meeting with the Headmaster.





Okay, so maybe he did have a whoopie cushion hidden on his person, and he planned to place it the second this guy stood up.

"Oh wow! Is that Peeves, the poltergeist?" Rey excitedly responded, but regained his composure at the site of the distressed young students. "Yes, he means you," he kindly responded. "What do you need, young lady?"

Cadence looked nervously at Set. She was scared to be here in the Headmaster's office. Well, sir, you see... I got this letter today... She handed the letter to the Headmaster, the letter telling her that her parents had been murdered in Africa early that morning.

Peeves mock-bowed to the man, who was seemingly much younger than Dumbledore was. Then again, Dumbledore was pretty darn old.

He smiled at the man's excitement to see Peeves. That was a good sign. "Would it be anyone else?" Peeves said playfully. He wanted SO badly to place that whoopee cushion.

"No, I suppose it wouldn't be anyone else. What brings you back to Hogwarts?" he asked, taking the letter from the girl and reading through it. His face went from amused to a bit horror struck. "Oh dear. I'm so sorry. Have you been to see your... Oh, but she's right here now isn't she?" he commented and handed the letter Professor Shackleton.

Cadence nodded at the headmaster's sympathies and fidgetted nervously with her robes. She felt like she was going to be sick. What would they do with her? She knew she shouldn't verablize her fears, but she couldn't help but speak up. "Sir," she said addressing the Headmaster "Sir, please, you're not going to make me leave Hogwarts, are you? It's just, the only family I have are my dad's parents, and they're muggles. I mean, they love me and everything, but they don't quite understand about magic. And I've been looking forward to coming to Hogwarts so long, and I want to learn about everything I can because..." Cadence began to cry again, despite her efforts to hold back the tears "What if whoever killed my parents is after me too?"

Peeves may have been a trouble maker, but he was no idiot. He knew when to hold himself back, and this was one of those times. He decided that he would wait for Mr. Headmaster man to deal with the student before continuing on his rampage.

Myrtle batted her eyelashes at the Headmaster some more. She opened her round mouth to say something when AHEM, some bothersome students and another professor had to barge in. Oh nargles.

"Moaning Myrtle? MOANING Myrtle?" Myrtle started softly, her screechy voice crescendoing into one long wail. "I ttthought you were ssupposed to be nice! Moaning isn't a nice wword!"

She sobbed loudly, producing shiny tears on cue, and then floated over to the Headmaster's desk to hide behind it and sob loudly to herself. If that didn't get some attention she didn't know what would.

The door to Mr. Meanie Head's office opened and closed a few more times but Myrtle didn't care. She was good at ignoring students and besides, she was still waiting on someone to comfort her tears.

Then she heard him. Peeves. The Poltergeist. Her arch-enemy...er, well, the only ghost that could be more annoying and attention-stealing than Myrtle herself.

"Eww," she piped up, peeking up from behind the Headmaster's desk to stare at Peeves. "Who let you in?"

Professor Shackleton accepted the letter, reading it wide-eyed. To the poor Hufflepuff, she sympathized, "My goodness, dear, I'm so very very sorry for your loss. If you need to talk about this, or just need a shoulder to cry on, you are always welcome in my office. I will help you through this difficult time any way I can."

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Cadence nodded at the headmaster's sympathies and fidgetted nervously with her robes. She felt like she was going to be sick. What would they do with her? She knew she shouldn't verablize her fears, but she couldn't help but speak up. "Sir," she said addressing the Headmaster "Sir, please, you're not going to make me leave Hogwarts, are you? It's just, the only family I have are my dad's parents, and they're muggles. I mean, they love me and everything, but they don't quite understand about magic. And I've been looking forward to coming to Hogwarts so long, and I want to learn about everything I can because..." Cadence began to cry again, despite her efforts to hold back the tears "What if whoever killed my parents is after me too?"

Professor Shackleton conjured a tissue and handed it to the girl, then clasped a comforting hand on her shoulder. She didn't know how to reply to the poor child, and even if she did, it was the Headmaster's decision what happened to the students of Hogwarts in situations as serious as these. She would assist the Headmaster in any way he asked, but she wouldn't speak until that point, for fear of stepping on his toes.

"Th-thank you," Cadence stammered sincerely, accepting the tissue from Professor Shackleton. She looked at the Headmaster, her heart beating wildly, waiting for him to speak.

After a long journey from the Office of the Magical Transportation Department Head in London, a grayish-black spotted owl finally emerged from the clouds high above the skies and waters and grounds, flying lower so as to be in the barely visible range from the grounds of Hogwarts. Knowing just where to go, the owl flew past the drapes and in through the opened window on the second floor of the ancient stone building.

Landing on the corner of the desk of the Headmaster, the beautiful owl held out its leg with the parchment to the man with plastic glasses. Hardly paying notice to the poltergeist, ghost or others in the room. She had a message to deliver from the Ministry and was going to succeed.



ooc - Yes, I have permission to post this from my Ministry Charrie

"Of course you can stay. There was never any question of that. And we'll be here to support you," he smiled kindly and tried to ignore the ghosts for the moment.

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SPOILER!!: the parchment/letter

Dear Headmaster Bontecou,

It has been wonderful keeping in contact with you these past few weeks regarding bringing Apparition Lessons to Hogwarts. Myself and Ms Angelica Goldbloom are looking forward to our arrival in the school for these lessons and by Floo Network at approximately half past four on 17th October.

Please let me know beforehand if there are any supplies that we will need to bring from the Ministry based upon our last discussions. Thank you for being such a pleasure to work with and I do look forward to many future encounters as well!

Sincerely,

Lorraine Brothmeister
Department Head - Magical Transportation

P.S. The owl loves petting and kisses, but she's only a baby, so does tend to "nibble" on occasion as well. =]

Rey pet the owl absently as he read and just as he got to the end she nipped him. He laughed and penned a quick reply stating that all the arrangements seemed fine and no supplies would be necessary. Then, he sank into his chair and looked around his office.

Cadence beamed at the Headmaster. Oh! Thank you Headmaster! Would it be alright if I went and told my friends that I can stay? She asked eagerly.

ooc: I apologize for the lateness of my reply.

"Yes, that would be fine," he smiled at the girl and waited for her to leave before collapsing into his chair. It wasn't too long before he decided to head downstairs again. Paperwork could always be put off.

.... he went downstairs and then came back up....

Headmaster Bontecou walked up the spiral staircase with the Hufflepuff student on his heels. He gestured to the comfy looking chair at his desk and then went behind it to flop into his own chair, propping his feet on the edge of the desk.