"Of course, of course!" Ian half bowed as she left the table and turned back to his friend. "So...how're them taters?"

"Yes Papa," she told him and did her best to refraid from putting her head on his shoulder.

Lasca walked with a determined yet unhurried stride to the staff table. To anyone watching she appeared as calm and serene as ever. If one knew where to look, there were small tells however. Her long black hair was streaked through with silver, it looked as if the very stars were dancing within the thick mass. Her eyes were gave her away as well. The normally emerald irises were now a shiny sliver, betraying her anger and frustration.

She walked up to the table and spotted the person she wanted to talk to. She gathered her scattered thoughts and took a deep breath. Placing herself in his path she gave a gracefully regale bow. "I am apologizing for my interruption Professor but I only ask a moment of you time." She took another calming breath and pressed on. "I am well aware of the rule concerning first years and brooms and would like to say that I have no broom in my possession. I had thought to get my father to send it to me if I made thw Quidditch team, that is to say after I gained permission." She gave a respectful nod of her head. "At the moment however, my broom remains at my residence in the Carpathians. I can understand if you still wish to take points from me, I will not argue. I simply wished to clear up this small misunderstanding."

Inside she was railing. He hadn't even listened to her explanation back at the table. He had brushed her off like she wasn't even there. She may be a first year but she was not going to be ignored. She held her head high as she watched him. Lasca would not be intimidated or cowed by this Professor. Her Papa had taught her to respect her elders and as her teacher he fell squarely in that catagory, but she felt that she should be given the same respect in turn. She was mighty proud of herself for the way she was handling the situation and no matter the outcome she would be satisfied.

We need help at the Huffelpuff table. A boy just threw up and passed out. Spence yelled as she ran up to the table.

Professor Kazimeriz did not break his stride. Of course, at the slow shuffling speed he traveled, he could continue walking through a speech three times that length and still not be out of earshot. "See me in my office after the feast." he said to her, meeting her eyes for a moment before continuing on his way, shuffling toward the tables with Alessia at his side.

Ian sympathized with the girl pleading her case, but rules were rules, and he had already marked Kazimeriz as the type of guy who made a decision and stuck to it like barnacles to a whale.

Before he could think too much on the issue, though, a young girl frantically ran up to the table screaming something about what he could only assume was the result of someone getting a fork stuck up their nose. "Please, slow down and speak calmly," he said. "Now then, what is the problem?

A boy fell. He then hit his head, threw up. He then fell unconsious. Spence breathed deeply.

Ian was normally a jolly fellow, but when it came to students being injured, his paternal instincts kicked in. Plus, he had just smacked his head around a bit too.

"Take me to him, please," Ian said.

We are at the Huffelpuff table. Spence said turning again to go.

Rachel got up from the table after excusing herself and followed the girl, determined to get to her before she got to Professor What's-his-Name. She sighed and halted as she saw she was too late and turned like she was going to go and walked ever so slowly so that she could hear the exchange between them.
What she heard angered her beyond the normal. Rachel waited until the Professors had left and then doubled back and made her way to the first year with a stern gaze. "Miss, no matter how unfair the Professor was, you cannot just walk up to them and explain yourself whenever you want. If the Professor had wished to hear an explanation, he would have asked for one. The points have already been lost, and you just made the matter worse," Rachel said, looking down disapprovingly at the girl, more annoyed than usual because of the forming headache. She sighed and massaged her temples with closed eyes, trying to lessen the pain and concentrate. "What is your name, Miss?" she asked, not ceasing her actions. This headache is going to be the death of me... She bit her lip from crying out loud as a fresh stab of pain erupted in her head, feeling like a bomb inside her very brain. "You know what? Never mind. I said what I had to say to you. Please, when you talk to him, remember to act with the utmost respect and dignity. And for Merlin's sake, please don't argue with the guy," she said, her face contorted with pain.
She turned and slowly walked back to the table, careful not to jolt or do something that would trigger off the eruptions.

Ian eagerly re-situated himself at the staff table and immediately dove into the pot pie. Through a mouthful, he said to Kapoor, "Oh, this is delightful! You must try it," while simultaneously wiggling his wand around again in a meaningless manner. Who could cast a spell through food anyway?

Oh that's right. He was the charms professor. heh.

Professor Bontecou had stepped out shortly after his speech (but after filling his belly) to head to the bathroom. After spending some quality time with the commode he walked back into the great hall to the tail end of some commotion and the sight of ghosts. "Lainey?" he whispered to himself, but it wasn't anyone he recognized. Of course not. Professors Lainey, Airlia, Puppington, and Riddle had all regained their physical bodies. He sighed and walked back up to the dais and flopped into his chair. "What did I miss?" he asked whoever happened to be within hearing distance.

Anastasia nodded curtly, etching the time for their tea into her little brain. She wouldn't forget, of course....especially not after catching the shifty wink he exchanged with the Runes lady. Hmmm indeed.

Stirring her tea thoughtfully, Annie blinked at the seventh year girl who was apparently still at the staff table. "Why on earth would we need to meet at all, Ms. Stone?" That was her name, correct? "Are you interested in plant experimentation at all?" Perhaps she had glossed over some minor detail while the girl was babbling earlier. Or something.

Waiting for the confusing child's response, Annie sighed and pushed a strand of red hair behind her ear. She looked up when the Headmaster returned to his seat, realizing suddenly that she had ended up closer to the center of the table than she'd started, thanks to the whole hiding-from-ghosts incident.

"Not much," Annie replied with a somewhat sinister smile. "A few students almost dying, loss of a few points, ghosts returning.....er, is Hogwarts always like this?" He would know, wouldn't he? Why, she hardly remembered her days at Hogwarts. So much had happened since then...

It was like taking a leap of faith, except that there were no leaping involved and it was only to the staff table. The dias. Where numerous new staff members were perched, staring down upon the students and watching their every move. Not to mention how embarrassing it would be for him - a Prefect - to just sit there on the step to the dias and write about topics he had little clue about. With students from all houses watching his every move.

It was settled; that ancient one was completely possessed. The five points he might be able to handle but this... was just pure torture. Couldn't he negotiate like calculating all the professor's life path and soul numbers instead? Anything would be easier than WRITING poetry. Gurrr. Except if it had to do with astronomy. Or divinations. But anything else.

Right. The "sonnet".

Taking a seat on the step of the dias, the fifth year removed a single parchment from his robes with a quill, careful to avoid eye contact with anyone. Showing respect and deferential to his superiors?! Yup. Insane.

When disgraced in the eyes of Kaz
And beneath my bravery I weep,
With deaf ears and my tearless cries,
And looking up to the dias, curse my sleep;

Cringing, Dominic pressed the end of the quill into his temple, deep in thought for where to continue next.

Lasca nodded her head in respect and gave another curtsy. Both to the professor and to the woman with him. Satisfied that she had said what needed to be said she walked back to the Ravenclaw table. A prefect got in her way however. Why the girl thought it was any of her business what had transpired Lasca couldn't begin to imagine. She didn't pay any attention to what she had to say and simply walked around her.

"Oh, is that all?" he laughed. "Well, about as exciting as usual, though I remember the fun waiting at least until after the opening feast." He scratched his nose and stared around at the chaos. "Ghosts back at Hogwarts, eh? This could be fun. There were ghosts when I was here. Angelica Lainey..." he might have drooled a little there. Rey picked up his napkin and wiped his mouth. Mmmm... Rae and Lainey... He wasn't sure if he missed having them around or if it was a good thing he didn't have to worry about embarrassing himself in front of them anymore.

Ella saw her blinked and threw a confused look. What was she asking about? Was not necessary for a teacher to meet her student? Oh..jeez..the woman lost her mind back in Diagon Alley along with that banana?! Hmm..

"You dont want to meet a brilliant student in your classroom, Profe..ss..or?" she stressed the word professor a bit more. And wait.. what..plant experimentation? No..i'd prefer your hair experimentation..more my dear green pea. She chuckled, and suddenly heard her stomach growling. She needed food to get strong and to think more. "Er..I'll meet you later, I need some food now. shall I go?" she asked permission as if she was going to stop her.

Kazimeriz raised an eyebrow, letting her help him back up the dais. "I received only one, written in your hand, stating that you had become quite busy but would write when you could. I presumed that you lost the habit of owling. Young people often do." he looked at her, his face somber and sincere. "Had I known that you were in peril, I would have arrived immediately at your side, child." He squeezed Less' hand affectionately.

"I would never be too busy to owl you Papa Valon..." she said looking hurt. "I was hired at Final Academy, when one of the senior staff came to talk to me at Beauxbaton and I told them my dilemma... I left one morning for work and never came back." She helped him to his chair gently, "He went to Beauxbaton and demanded they tell them where I'd gone to, but the Headmistress had written herself a note that told her I was safe, Remi was dangerous and she'd been obliviated by me with her permission."

She stood beside him and continued. "I wrote you one last owl from Remi's, in which I translated that I couldn't owl from my next location, and would find a way to owl you soon. Final Academy was very strict... I couldn't wait to leave there, you could say Headmaster Bontecou... Rey, rescued me..." She said with a smile towards the young headmaster.

Rey caught the smile, but not the words. Not that he'd been staring at Less while speaking with Bunbury... He smiled over at Less and took a drink.

Having barely eaten a thing himself, Constantine stood up from the table. He had a puppy to go feed and she would probably enjoy food more than he did at the moment; she did have Madison's eating habits after all. Perhaps he could take her for a walk once she was done eating. Nothing like a walk by the lake for a little reminiscing; and to take in what it looks like before the children attack it.

With a sigh, he threw his napkin onto the plate and stood up. He quickly straightened out his robes and brushed off a few bread crumbs before squeezing out between his chair and the lovely Bunbury. "Goodnight," he said gently to everyone there, casually strolling away from the table.

She gave him a polite nod and made a mental note to go speak to him tommorrow... She turned to the ancient professor, "I am excited to be working along side you, Papa Valon..."

Kazimeriz nodded sagely. "My goodness, child, what you have been through! Perhaps it is fortutious that our letters did not reach each other, then... for how would you know that you were capable of rising like a phoenix from the flames if never touched by fire?" He let her lead him to his chair and sat gently. Oh, how his hip ached. "I am proud of you for your triumph over adversity."

The small smile and the look she gave the headmaster did not go unnoticed. Oh dear. He followed her gaze and waited until she looked at him again, shaking his head. "Alessia, of that I do not approve." he said sternly, glancing to Bontecou and back to her.

"Brilliant student?" Anastasia raised a reddish brow at the child before her, who clearly had an overinflated opinion of herself. "That remains to be seen, Ms. Stone." She chuckled sarcastically and took a sip of tea.

"Hmm, I'm sure we will meet again, if you wish to prove yourself truly brilliant," she added, tilting her chin up proudly. "Yes, head back to your table before the feast ends." Silly girl - did she really hope to impress Bunbury just by introducing herself at the feast? No, Ella had a lot of work to do to atone for her misbehavior in Diagon Alley, and Anastasia Bunbury would be keeping a wary eye on her.

The headmaster seemed like such a jolly man, so far. Er, if jolly was the correct word to describe him. She had to giggle a little at his calm reaction to the ghosts. Clearly, she needed to get used to the ah, exciting events that always seemed to occur at Hogwarts. Then again, her time here had been quite exciting too...

"Oh, I remember those old ghosts," she replied, nodding briefly. It just a vague haze of a memory, actually. "I think they were uhm, restored to their bodies when I was a third year, though, sometime around then." But back then she hadn't feared ggghosts like she did now.

She was blushing at his praise until told her he didn't approve. "I'm sorry Papa Valon, I'm not sure what you mean," she said not really understanding how he turned on her.