Well, there was nothing like the present. Tora walked firmly up to the door and knocked confidently. She had wanted to do this last year, but just hadn't found the time. But now here she was. Waiting outside Professor Bellaire's office. In what was actually a really comfy chair. Don't get distracted," she reminded herself firmly. It was why she had come at the first opportunity she could of the new term. So she wouldn't be intimidated to ask later. Now was the time.

Sophia had settled in, re-cleaned and arranged everything to perfection in her office. If there was anything to say about Sophia's office it was that it was unnaturally clean. But that was how she liked it. She had of course charmed her room to have a light island breeze and there was the faint smell of coconut. Everything was just as it was.

The knock at her door caused her to pause dictating information to her house elf Marley and she rose and got the door.

"Yes, how may I help you?" Her eyes raked the girl's ensemble.

"Hello Professor, sorry to disturb you, but I was wondering if you could help me with a project I want to work on. Specifically," Tora took a big breath, "I want to become an Animagus. I don't care what kind, as long as it isn't exotic or how long it takes, but I want to be one. I figured you would be the one to come to with this." She needed to start this early if it was to be done. Supposedly it took several years and it was best to use her Hogwarts time well.

Hopefully the professor wouldn't kick her out for trying to work magic beyond her years. If that was the case, Tora could easily argue that she could practice and work on it until the magic was in her abilities. This was something she was determined to do, help or no help, legally or illegally. Though she would much rather do so legally and with plenty of help than the other alternative. It could get messy otherwise.

Professor Bellaire leaned against her door frame with her hands crossed and listened to the girl speak. She tapped her chin thoughtfully then stepped aside to let her in.

"Come instead and have a seat."

Dressed in his tidiest schoolwear, Theo peered into the waiting area outside of Professor Bellaire's office and stood right in front of the mirror immediately. Looking good, Kinsley. His prefect badge glimmered against his black robes, and that was all his eyes were on, really.

Professor Bellaire would be so PROUD of him.

Once he had fixed his hair, Theo knocked on the office door, then sat down on a seat and waited for his favourite teacher.

Another knock? Well wasn't she miss popular this term. They weren't even out of September yet and she had a second visitor. Was she growing soft? That was definitely a cause for concern.

Lips pursed tightly, she made her way to the door and opened it, greeting the visitor with her usual look of steel. It softened when she saw who it was though.

"Ah Theo! I had expected to see you sooner. Come in." She stepped aside to let him walk past her.

Jacques had questions about the semester ahead of them, the reading requirements, the things she'd be exposing them to and more importantly, her book collection. In his bag pack were numerous books he'd collected over the holiday to restock the shelves of her Irie Room which he thought was really cool. She was not only thoughtful of her students' need for an enjoyable oasis, she was also very beautiful.

Doing something nice for his favourite teacher, that was one of the assignments given to him by his therapist. He didn't have a favourite teacher in that sense, but he did consider her to be the most beautiful, so his favourite to look at was the technicality he'd go by. He knocked on her door and shifted the weight of his bookbag before glancing at his reflection in the mirror.

Sophia found she was spending a whole lot of time in her office. Too much time perhaps and well if she wasn't in her office she was in the irie room, doing what she would be doing in her office.

Another knock at her door forced her from her seat to see who the visitor was.

"How may I help you?"

She had asked Gram to send the owl, and Gram had sent her an owl saying that the permission slip was in Professor Bellaire's hands, but still Tora was a bit nervous. What if the professor had changed her mind? What if the permission slip hadn't actually made it to the right professor? What if? What if?

She told herself that it was ridiculous. She needed to calm down and focus. There was no room in Animagus training to be skittish, because skittishness caused slip-ups. Tora had no need for any slip-ups. She closed her eyes and smiled. This project was really going to be fun. Hard work yes, but a ton of fun. She raided her fist to the office door and knocked. Now all she had to do was wait a bit for the Professor to call her in.

Clearly he'd want to talk, wasn't that the point of going to her office? Or was he required to say why every time he visited a teacher? That seemed absurd, what if he wanted to speak privately? What he had to say wasn't private of course anyone around could benefit, still though, even he knew the social cues in regards to this.

Maybe she was tired, he cocked his head slightly, was that what her face was expressing? Tiredness? So as best as he could muster, and since she didn't have a smile he could mimic, he smiled- stiffly sure- but it was a smile nonetheless. "Professor, may I come in?"

Sophia raised her eyebrows at the child. He was clearly uncomfortable with speaking whatever it was outside the office and that peaked her curiosity so she stepped a side to let the boy walk in by her.

Well this certainly ought to be interesting.

ooc: you may post in the office.

Well, ok.

This was going to be juuuuuust fine. He'd been called to teachers PLENTY of times in the past and he was always perfectly fine afterwards. Granted, he'd never been summoned to a teacher turned people into dungbeetles for a profession, but that sounded terribly illegal and she wouldn't do it.

Squaring his thin shoulders, Benzi put on his most studious face (which basically meant wiping an ever present smirk and trying to look sincere) and knocked on the door. He couldn't help but remember the last time he was here, handing in the Trasnfiguration homework. He'd had maybe a minute to the deadline when he'd sprinted out of the common room and just managed to stuff in his parchment with perhaps two seconds to spare. Or two seconds overdue, he couldn't tell.

Either way, he would be FINE. JUST FINE.