She did not make it a habit to go see professors, no, she would never truly do that. Even if she did with Hirsch at the end of last term. That was to tell him his recommendation helped get her an internship though. So clearly that was diferent and so was this. She was not here for academics, not at the moment at least. Maybe later with NEWTs and things, but she had other business.

Walking down the corridor she couldn't help but smile a little thinking about the prize she had in her hand. What a surprise when she came across it this summer at the music shop. On a slower moment she had been reorganizing albums when a new one caught her eye. Looking through it she couldn't believe her eyes at a picture that was on the inside cover.

Oh yes that album was in her hand and yes she had that picture ready to show. Moving up to the door she knocked.

Gaston was sitting at his desk, loud punk rock music blasting from his enchanted ipod dock. Not his own songs, someone else's of course! The shy Frenchman was much too modest to listen to his own songs. He drummed on his desk in time to the music, meanwhile his cat looked at him like he'd lost his mind.

KNOCK, KNOCK! Someone was at the door. This early in the term? he thought. Wow, that was fast! He was surprised; last term he hadn't had many visitors. Gaston pointed his wand at his ipod to turn it off and hurried to answer the door. He peered into the seating area to find none other than the Head Girl herself waiting there. "Welcome back, Miss Franks-Mundie!" he greeted her with a friendly smile. "Please come in. What can I do for you?" He held the door open a bit wider to allow her inside.

OOC: You can post in Gaston's office whenever you're ready!

[color="navy"]After he'd visited Professor Newton and enjoyed his talk with her, Oliver made his way straight to Professor Marchand's office so he could finally have that conversation he'd been thinking about since last term.

He'd actually never been here before, so all of the black in the seating area was new to him but he also found it to be really cool. Ollie decided he actually wanted a room in his future house similar to this one day. Very manly and kind of...pirate-y, actually. hehehe

Walking up to the door of the professor's office, he knocked and then sat down on one of the couches, loving how comfortable it actually was. Then he picked up a magazine and began reading, hoping Marchand wouldn't take too long to answer him. He still had one more professor to meet once he was done here. [/color

Not long after Miss Franks-Mundie left, there was another knock on Gaston's door. Another visitor? Goodness, he didn't think he was this popular with the students! The thought crossed his mind that the knock might've just been one of the poltergeists playing ding dong ditch with him, but when he looked into the waiting room, he saw Mr. Finch instead. Of course! He should've guessed... Rose had told him the boy wanted to talk to him.

Gaston gave his student his warmest smile. "Hello, Mr. Finch," he greeted him, holding the door open wide. "How was your summer?" The charms professor wasn't good at making small talk, but he was making an extra effort to be friendly. He wanted Mr. Finch to feel at ease around him. Then he suddenly remembered he had't properly invited the boy into his office and silently berated himself. Merlin, where were his manners?! "Oh, do come in."

OOC: You're welcome to post in the office now!

As Rooney skidded into Professor Marchand's waiting area, he found himself completely out of breath and having to lean against a wall to help regain it. He was going to struggle to keep running if he didn't pause, honestly. With that time, he scribbled out a note on a post it pack he always carried in his robe pockets -- for emergency idea writing and emergency note leaving in an emergency!!

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Originally Posted by DA NOTE

'Get to the portal ASAP. Bring help.

Rooney Bronwyn'

There was no time to go into specifics and his rushed handwriting was much bigger than his usual and therefore there was not much room for him to dare write any more. He stuck it to the door, knocked loudly a few times before calling through the wood. "PROFESSOR MARCHAND?! The portal! It's.. You gotta come!!!" Who knew if the Charms Professor was in there with another student? Or another Professor. Because it wasn't a secret that he was sweet on Rooney's favourite Professor.

No time for waiting... The boy was off again, a little slower and more aware that he needed to maintain his breathing.

Gaston was holed up in his office listening to his enchanted ipod when he heard banging... very loud banging at the door. He sighed, flicking his wand at the device to turn it off. He was going to tell whoever was on the other side of the door off for making so much noise, but then he heard something about the portal. The color drained form his face, and his hand shook as he opened the door... just in time to see Mr. Bronwyn disappearing.

What had happened? Did the portal take another student? He had so many questions, but he knew now wasn't the time to ask. His students needed him! His hand tightened around his wand, and he rushed off toward the sixth floor. There wasn't a minute to spare!