Jake wasted no time in visiting each professor, and he remembered not seeing Kingsley at the staff table...

So WHOOOOOO could be here? Jake would have to see. He knocked five times in rapid succession on the door and then stepped back, but didn't sit down. The omnipresent sunglasses were, of course, on.

"Ahh, Jake." Yes, she unsurprisingly remembered his name. "Two visitors at once, how lovely. Please do come in." Isabelle opened the door all the way, giving the boy enough room to enter. Those notes would get done later then, eh?




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Isobel was walking down the hall when she noticed a sign on a door. Professor Isabelle Magnus. O.o Isabelle? Isabelle was very similiar to Isobel. How...odd. Isobel loved the name Isabellem, she was often called Isabelle, because her name was so similar. Before she could chicken out Isobel knocked on the door and waited for it to open.

Flicking her wand, Isabelle opened the door a little and called out to whoever was the other side. "Come in!" She would have done it face to face, if she hadn't been sat talking to Treyen and Jake already.



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It wasn't usually Fletcher's style to visit professors like... at all, and really never by choice. But here he was, all the way up on the sixth floor, waiting outside the door of what had been his favorite profoessor.

Sigh. Why did Kingsley have to leave them right before his last term? He should have waited and left with Fletcher.

Regardless, the Hufflepuff exhaled a soft sigh and knocked on the door of "Professor Isabelle Magnus." Cool name, yeah yeah, but would she be cool enough to let him set things on fire? Cuz if that was the case... then Fletcher could always get himself a new favorite professor...

Isabelle's raised voice emanated through the closed door, sounding out just loud enough the other side that you could make out what she was saying. "I'll be with you in a moment!" Just a tad busy. Yes she was.



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Fletcher was sort of lean/sitting against one of the chairs, not actually properly sitting in it because that would be too girly and patient for him, when he heard the professor's muffled voice through the door. His eyes widened and he hopped off his perch to press his ear to the door.

Who or what was already in there? Did he hear... Jake Upwhat?

"OKAY. I'M HERE." Fletcher was sure to be nice and loud with his mouth half-on the door. He wasn't slobbering or anything, even if it did look like he was making out with the plaque on the door....

Whatever. It wasn't like anyone saw that anyway. The Hufflepuff shrugged to himself, wiped his mouth on his sleeve, and moved back to sitting on just one of the chair's armrests.

They weren't flimsy little things, were they?

Having heard his response to her call, Issy smiled to herself, even more so when she caught that glimpse as Treyen left. Another Hufflepuff. She was beginning to think there weren't any other houses in the school.

Opening the door, she stuck her head out and grinned at the 'Puff. "Sorry to keep you waiting, please come in." To the new badger den.

"Kingsley's old office it is then." Grinning, she hooked her arm with her friend's and they were off. Skipping through castle, up the stairs and through corridors until they came to their destination. The Office of Professor Isabelle Magnus. Or so the door plaque said.

With a grin to her friend, she walked up to the door. Knocking on it lightly, Ivory stepped back and sat in one of the comfy chairs content to wait their turn for visiting the new professor. "I wonder if she's going to be anything like Kingsley?" She asked her best friend absentmindedly as she toyed with a little thread at the edge of the chair.

Arya had a grin to match Ivory's as the skipped arm-in-arm to the office formally known as Kingsley's. Reading the plaque with her best friend, her brow furrowed in concentration for a moment as she tried to remember all the knew faces she saw at the opening feast. Which was a while ago. Hmm.

Plopping down beside the prefect, she flicked her wrist and twirled her wand while looking up at the ceiling. "I don't know...she's a woman, so obviously she'll be a bit different." Her grin widened, and she poked Ivory playfully. "But I hope she's nice like him. Maybe she'll have candy and we'll get to use creatures in the lesson." Those were always her favorite.

The click of the door sounded around the seating area, and a woman's voice, with it's smooth Canadian accent, came from within the room. "Come in! Door's open now."

The accent sounded familiar, and it was because of the familiarity that Arya hesitated for a moment, a distant look in her eyes before shaking her head. Taking her friend by the hand with the grin, she hopped off the couch and tugged her into the woman's office.

Hugo looked at the door and knocked. While waiting, he took a seat. He needed a cat. Kurumi had a little cat, which kept her company. All he had was an owl who was probably at the owlery, pooping, or somewhere in Europe flying around the mountains. But having a cat, he could cuddle when he was waiting for something. Would be awesome.

Josephina really was tempted to just barge into the Transfiguration Professor's office. As a colleague - and Magnus' senior one at that - it seemed totally reasonable. Yet mannerisms dictated otherwise, which is why just like the other students queued up outside her office, the Arithmancy professor knocked and then looked around for Eino.

After all, the main reason why she made the journey up these stairwells was for the second year. She normally had little reason to go higher than the second floor.

Eino had followed Professor Hadley promptly. He had never walked around the school with a professor, he didn't know if he was expected to hold her hand or follow ten steps behind her. When they finally reached the seventh floor, he stood behind Professor Hadley as she knocked on the door and waited for Professor Magnus to response. He had seen a couple empty classrooms on the way up, now it was up to Professor Magnus to lend them to Y.W.H.O., which he hoped she would.

Hugo looked at the newly arrived persons. A teacher... Next to... Huh, Eino. "Hey Eino," he said to the boy who hadn't seen him. "What are you doing here?" he asked, in an interested tone.

Upon hearing a knock at her door - or two knocks actually, as she didn't get there in time before the second one sounded - Isabelle strolled out of her back room, smoothing out her robes. She didn't want to look scruffy for whoever she was to talk to. And she had just been clearing boxes, which wasn't the cleanest of tasks.

Pulling open the huge wooden door, she raised her eyebrows in surprise as the figure of one of her fellow Professor's came into view. Flanked by two kids. Heh. "I make an exception in the entering without waiting rule for other staff, Professor," she smiled. "But do come in, all of you." Isabelle stepped out the way to let them inside.



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Of course she could have come in without waiting; Josephina knew that. NOT. But how could she have known? This woman was new to the teaching staff and proper mannerisms dictated she be most polite, at least for starters. How else was she supposed to win people over?

"Thank you, Professor ... Magnus." A quick glance at the nameplate told her all she needed. Of course the woman probably had no idea who she was. Nonetheless, she led the now-pair of Ravenclaws into the office.

knock,
knock,

knock

At first glance, it appeared as if someone had misplaced their winter-wear on one of Professor Magnus's comfy chairs. A bulking black coat, tangled with a striped yellow and black scarf and topped with a dropping cap, waited for their owner in a heap.

However, upon closer examination, legs dangled from the pile, gloved hands peaked from the sleeves, and there - between the scarf and hat, sat a tiny, serious face. A girl.

Wesley.

Her wet stockings were beginning to itch, and her feat, presiding in the once-snow-now-water-filled mary janes, beginning to prune, and the silent, borrowed compass weighted 100 million hippogriffs in her coat pocket.

She probably should've stopped by the common room and changed. In fact, as her garb began to feel heavy and hot in the mildly warm hall, she began to acknowledge there wasn't any probably, only a should've.

But Wesley was sitting there, and waiting, and it seemed impractical to leave, only to come back and start her waiting all over agian.

No, she would stay.

Getting up from her seat, Isabelle walked over to the door of her office, opening it just a tad to see who was outside. Spotting a rather bundled up child - at least she assumed it was, due to the size of them - she pulled the door open even more. "You poor thing, you look soaked! Have you been out in the snow?" That probably sounded like a silly question. They must have done. Either that or bathed with their clothes on, and then came to her office without changing first. Duh.

"Come in, come in! Warm yourself by the fire. How can I help you?"

Rowan entered the corridor outside Professor Magnus's office, her cat Pandora hot on her heels as usual. She was not certain she wanted to discuss her issue with this new professor; she knew nothing about her. However, Lafay had suggested that she come here and for some reason Rowan trusted her so....

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

She sat in one of the cozy chairs and allowed Panda to hop into her lap for a snuggle. She nervously wiggled her feet and waited.

The door clicked open, and a voice from within called out: "Come in, close the door behind you, please!"