OOC: I am just going to RP as if Trixie and Emma have left, and go with different conversations at once here so as not to hold anything up any longer.

Truebridge nodded as the two Slytherin girls left and turned his attention to the others who were still waiting patiently.


"Lina, thank you for being patient and for coming to see me. There are a few things I wish to talk to you about. One is your young friend Violet. She appears to respect you a great deal and I wanted to thank you for being a friend to her though I imagine at some times it must have been difficult for you. I believe she understands that her welcome had almost worn out and she must earn respect as well as show respect to others if she wishes to stay. I'd not like to see her leave and I believe we came to an understanding on the matter. In any case, your involvement, and your kindness did not go unnoticed, but I wished for you to know that I do not expect you to chase after her and pick up the pieces if she does decide not to forge a new path and find a place for herself here. What you choose to do is your own affair and I imagine that when it comes to Violet, whatever your involvement is, will be above reproach as per usual."

That was the first thing anyway.

"Come in." Truebridge made sure there were enough chairs.

Glancing at Jake, Truebridge decided not to keep the boy too long. He cast Muffliato after politely excusing himself to the others in the room, so that only he and Jake would hear one another.

"Are you alright waiting? We can talk now like this if you would like, or perhaps I might meet you later if you'd rather. Perhaps on the grounds. We can walk and talk." Truebridge left it up to the boy.

"Come inside." Truebridge called, hearing an oddly shaking knock. Good thing there were plenty of places to sit.

Merlin.

Truebridge eyed the owl, gently took the parchment and skimmed over it. Alright then. He'd pen a reply and send one of these children to take the message.

"Come in." Truebridge welcomed.

Lina nodded, glad she wasn't in trouble. "I understand, sir. I think to some extent she does try... Her 'bad' behavior is inconsistant. Sometimes it's just her, but other times it seems artificial. I think she has potential. It seems a shame that whatever potential she does have is going to waste. I will probably try to help her. I know it's rare she looks up to someone, or respects someone, to any degree, so I'm hoping the fact that she remains my friend for some strange reason means she'll pick something up."

"I agree. I believe she is a smart girl who has never been taught how to see past the surface, to the true value of a person, or indeed of herself." Truebridge nodded as if in closing.

"I also wished to ask you about the extent of your learning before you came here to Hogwarts, Lina. I'm not entirely sure if you are merely advanced for your age, a natural with magic, or if you have undertaken extra study. You seem to pick new skills and magic up intuitively, much like our Head Girl, though I suspect for somewhat different reasons." He waited, allowing for Lina to fill the silence if she wished to, or simply to dissemble if she'd prefer to do that.

She had to take a moment to think about it, looking up at the ceiling. She wasn't sure if thinking that way was a strange habit or not. There were some points of her past that she wasn't entirely sure about, actually. "I may have gotten private tutoring when I was very young... before the age of six or so. But I don't think such early learning would help that much. I get these... memories, sometimes. But for the most part, I don't remember my life before waking up in St Mungo's, so I can't say much about that."

She crossed her arms, leaning back, closing her eyes. It almost looked like she was watching something in her mind. "I took interest in potions when I was younger, and so my guardians would let me help, and then I started brewing them on my own, then experimenting. Eventually making ones to sell so that I could afford stuff for school. So, I did a lot of self-study and that sort of thing. And I remember things very well. Especially visually. I can tell a lot of my potions just by looking at them. Raiden actually started getting me to label them."

She looked up at him when she opened her eyes again, a little unsure about something. "I do... I do have some things that I just know, though. And I don't know where I learned it. I sometimes wonder if reincarnation is real, and I'm remembering things from another life. It feels a little like that."

Cadence smiled as she heard Professor Truebridge call her into the office. She walked in, very carefully holding his cupcake, and went over to where he was sitting. "Hello, Professor!" she said brightly before realizing she should probably explain why she was here. "We made these cupcakes in Charms class, and we're supposed to share them with people as part of our homework. So, I thought you might want one!" she explained in a cheery voice as she held the green-frosted funfetti cupcake out to the man, waiting for him to take it.

Jake was... very grateful that Truebridge made sure this discussion was personal, and even moreso that he made his suggestion.

"Mmmeet up lllater, I think would bbbe best," he nodded, folding up his parchment scrap again. At least outside he would not feel so closed in. "Uhh... ppplease."

He looked up as someone called for him to enter. Well he hoped that was meant for him because he was already pushing open the door. His hand wouldn't close around the knob because he was shaking too badly and he didn't have any candy in his pocket to help his current state. He wiped at his eyes quickly and grabbed the first seat in the sea of other students to see Professor Truebridge. Ahha, there he knew if he didn't think about it he would remember his head of house's name. Now if he could just hold on to it when the man spoke to him he would be home free.

Ohh, he had a bag of licorice wands under his pillow in his room. That would be good after this meeting. Yes licorice would solve everything. His were shaking really bad so he sat on them to keep them from shaking, but he was breaking out in a cold sweat and that was never attractive. He raked a shaking hand across his forehead, but his stomach started cramping and he could feel a raging headache coming on. Oh how he hated crashing after a fantastic sugar feast. He smiled remembering the entire bag of cotton candy that he ate that reminded him of Professor Carlton. Hmmm, the pain his stomach didn't ease up but his heart started fluttering just the same.

Alcemee walked up to Truebridge's Office a bit nervously and softly knocked on the door.

Gold paused outside Professor Truebridge's office. Oh, she had come to the wrong person to talk to. He wouldn't understand. She had wanted Professor Kazimeriz, but he wasn't there. She had owled him, when she couldn't seem to bear anything else, and in the end she had simply not written her name, on the letter. Not addressed it, properly. She didn't expect a reply. Then again, she expected him to see right through the letter.

She hovered outside Professor Truebridge's office for a moment, reached out to knock, and then didn't. Giving the door little looks, she slowwwly began to move away - and then she quickened her pace, and did move away. Still giving the door little, reproachful looks.

Interesting. This one knew things from the past and there was another which managed to know things from the future. All of that sort of thing was rather alarming to Truebridge but at least, from the perspective of the Historian within him, he was well able to appreciate and even logically justify knowledge of the past. Even if something like reincarnation was suspected.

"Have you spoken to the Divination professor about the matter? Its possible you may gain some insight." Truebridge suggested. He thought there was more to the matter than that himself, perhaps some curses, but what kind eluded him for the moment.


Errr. Cupcakes were round. That automatically made them alarming. Though...... if he cut it in half... it would have edges at least. Or a wedge. A wedge was good.

"If its for homework... I suppose I can managed... a wedge." It wasn't the cupcake, it was the roundness.

Gingerly he took the cupcake, placed it on his desk and used his wand to cut it into wedges, much like one would with a full sized cake.

Aware that Cadence was waiting... he picked a piece up and ate it, trying to avoid looking at the rounded edge.

"..."

Actually it was rather... what was the word? Nom.

He swallowed. "Thank you, Cadence."

"Alright. I shall meet you later." Truebridge suggested. "Perhaps... by the Whomping Willow."

"What can I help you with today?" Truebridge enquired as the boy sat down, not noticing his fluttering or jittering.

Another? Well.

"Come in." Truebridge invited.

Did he see a flash of red as the door opened just now? Truebridge wasn't sure.

Cadence smiled as Professor Truebridge took the cupcake, but then she just gave him a confused expression. A wedge? Well... I guess as long as he ate it, right? Watching the professor's odd smile, she stood there waiting to see if he was going to eat it now or if he was going to wait. Apparently, it was a now. As he ate the cupcake, she stood there beaming at him. "You're welcome, Professor!" even though it had obviously taken him a lot of effort to force himself to eat said cupcake.

Alcemee walked in nervously and made some last-minute adjustments on what she had planned to say. She said, "Hi Professor Truebridge" while she did that. Then she said, "Well, for Arithmancy homework, we are supposed to calculate and interpret a core number for someone who is not a student. So... can I calculate one of the numbers for you?" She thought that there was a chance that he did not know what she was talking about when she said "Core numbers" so she quickly added, "The core numbers are the Life Path number, the Expression/Destiny number, the Heart's Desire/Soul Urge number, and the Personality number." Now she hoped she wasn't embarassing herself by "babbling" or saying things he already knew.

OOC: It really said a staff member, but still....

Violet skipped to Professor Truebridge's office she knocked on the door and waited outside patiently.

Diggy tried to focus on Professor Truebridge and he wanted to force his mouth to work but the man's eyebrows reminded him of MARS bars. Diggy got a dopey look on his face and he stood up and started towards Professor Truebridge's desk. He automatically reached out for the man's face without realizing it.

He tripped over his shoelace and almost falling flat on his face brought him back to reality. [B]"Err..." he said trying to shake his head clear of the sugar haze. He went and sat back down on the chair and sat on his hands to keep them from shaking. "I am..sir.. I'm having a problem." He nodded his head going up and down and up and down like a boggle head. He clapped his hands around his ears to stop his head from shaking. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself. He had to tell someone he needed help. Since he had stopped eating real food he had lost 15 pounds, but he was slowing gaining it all back from the sheer volume of candy he was eating. Honeydukes sent him a nice letter telling him that he had crippled 4 owls from the heavy load of candy he was ordering. "I um think that...I," he sniffled. This was hard. He didn't want to give up his candy. But between the stomach aches, the raging headaches and the dizzying daydreams he was about to hit rock bottom and he wanted someone to help him.

A tear rolled his little brown face as he tried to find the words. "I uh have a problem with sugar," he whispered as she sniffed again and wiped at his eyes.

"Alright." Truebridge paused and then he smiled pleasantly. Smiling was growing easier again. Yes.

...

Okay. Enough smiling.

Did she want anything else?

"I see." Truebridge nodded thoughtfully. "I'm pleased to hear you know what the core numbers are. Which would you... like to calculate?"

Lets avoid the Heart's Desire one hmm? No awkward needed.

"Come in, Violet." Truebridge invited the girl, who he could see through the open doorway.

...

"I see that." Truebridge answered gravely. The problem thing.

Ah.

Sugar.

Truebridge shook his head slightly. There were always a few. "Well, you might try sugarfree candy and... I quite suggest that you visit the nurse, who I am sure will be quite able to prepare you something to help with the... after effects." After all, who knew that candy could cause such discomfort? Something most people had to learn the hard way.

"I'm not sure what I can do for you, Dillon, but you are more than welcome to come and speak to me anytime you like. I could write a note for the nurse if you liked."

He shook his head as Truebridge talked. Yeah it was easy to say to switch to sugar free candy. Was he really going to be able to do that? Probably not.

As this was what mothers where for, Diggy thought to himself. His mom would know exactly what to do to help him. But he guessed there wasn't anything more he could have expected from his head of house. He sniffed again and wiped at his eyes. It was times like this that he really missed his mother's hugs. They made everything better. "Oh well I'm sorry I bothered you, sir" he said softly as he slid off the bench. "Thanks," he headed toward the door moving around the other students waiting for their audience with the professor.

Cadence smiled, satisfied that he had at least tried his best to enjoy her cupcake. "Well, have a good day, Professor!" she said with a smile, and then turning around she began to make her way out of the office. Before she made it, though, she stopped in front of the door and turned to look at him. "Just a quick question, Professor. In Transfiguration, fifth years are being asked to try transfigurations nonverbally, should we begin practicing this in Defense Against the Dark Arts, too?" she asked, and once she had her answer she would be on her way.

Alcemee decided to pick randomly and said, "It doesn't matter; the Life Path number."

She blinked. "I hadn't thought to, actually. I think reincarnation was mentioned in Arithmancy before, but that's about it. I thought Divination was based mainly in the future?" Which was rather honest... she hadn't much liked Divination. Aside from History of Magic, it was one of her worst subjects.

"Not a bother, Dillon. If you wish for a note for the nurse let me know. You can visit my office anytime you like." Truebridge watched the boy leave.

"If you wish to, once you are sure that you have got the hang of the spells we work on out loud, you are more than welcome to attempt it. Also in the duelling arena if you are practicing you are most certainly encouraged to do so. You aren't required to work on non-verbal magic until 6th year, and in Defense class it is not a requirement." Truebridge answered.

"Alright. My date of birth is the 18th of June 2034." She needed that didn't she? Truebridge waited.

"Yes, Divination is based on knowing and interpreting the future and about knowing in general, but many of the Divinatory practices," As alarming as the whole thing was, Truebridge did not much like the idea of anyone knowing his future, "Are deeply rooted in the past so many divinatory texts contain mention of or allusion to Reincarnation. Reincarnation is lumped in quite nicely with Divination as part of the broader subject of Mysticism, both are also linked through a supposed connection with the soul or spirit and indeed a reading by a Seer may just reveal to you whether or not you have... an old soul." Or whatever you wanted to call it.

Violet nervously walked in. "Professor, I'm going crazy." she said in a low whisper. She glanced over at her fellow students and flinched.

"Okay..." Jake stood again, looking around at Diggy who he could remember from last term.

Sugar.

*twitch*

"Yyyeah, I'll sssee you later," he nodded, kind of stepping back. He didn't need to give the bloke a time... he'd hang around there for a while. In the meantime, he handed Truebridge his small scrap of parchment with the almost illegible word on it, then he calmly left and headed for the Whomping Willow.

Lina nodded. "I think I'll have to see about that, sir." She looked over at Violet, who seemed somewhat distressed, but figured she could meet with her later. Turning back to the Professor, "If there is nothing else, perhaps we could talk again when you aren't as busy?"

Alcemee quickly calculated the numbers, writing them down on a notebook she had brought.

June=6
18
2034

6 + (1+8) + (2+0+3+4)
6 + 9 + 9=24
2+4
6

Alcemee said, "Your Life Path number is 6." She looked up that number in her Arithmancy textbook and found: Your path will lead you to live responsibly at home and work to achieve balance between giving and receiving. This path is one of aid and service, and once you've learned this lesson, you'll move on to the next phase - achieving balance between giving and receiving. You're a born counselor - sympathetic and caring - which makes others seek you out for advice. Career/vocation options include any job in the service industry where you can make life more comfortable, easy, and luxurious for others, including medicine, decorating, beauty products, training animals, teaching, and counseling.
She tried to basically summarize it without plagiarizing from it. She said, "According to the textbook, you will live responsively at home and work to get a balance between giving and receiving. Your path is of service and aid, and then you'll move to the next phase, achieving balance between receiving and giving. You are sympathetic and caring, a born counselor, and others seek you out for advice. Job obtions include any job in which you can make life easier, more comfortable, and luxurious for others, including decorating, beauty products, animal training, medicine, counseling, and teaching." She hoped that her near-photographic memory did not make it seem like if she was plagiarizing from the textbook. She asked him,"Did what it say sound accurate?" She knew that for some people, it matched perfectly, and for others, it was their complete opposite.

Cadence nodded at Professor Truebridge and smiled. "Thanks, Professor! Hope you have a good day!' she said cheerily before exiting the office.