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There's a desk, there's bookshelves, the walls are lined with portraits of past Headmasters and Headmistresses as is the custom. Nothing out of the ordinary here.
On the large, wooden desk sits several pictures of a woman with a bright and enchanting smile. Some pictures had (if you asked the Headmaster) the cutest children ever to be created in the history of man's creation. One picture contains these beautiful people and Trent himself. Not all the pictures are still. The little girl in one picture blows kisses occasionally and the little boy who is clearly the older of the pair occasionally breaks into a grin in his own frame. It was his mother's grin, could you tell? Did you need a closer look? Don't smudge the glass and don't leave fingerprints, that's just inconsiderate. Look with your eyes and not your hands.
This is usually where you'll find the Headmaster, getting through some important paper work or making plans. It's of course, not a guarantee he'll be up here as the man does have a habit of wandering. Sitting still for hours was never his strong suit.
If you wish you speak with him, approach the stone gargoyles and have yourself a nice wait. They're not likely to let you in without the password and only the Headmaster and his staff are privy to that bit of information. Don't break them trying to force your way in anyway. They've been here since long before you were born and won't appreciate that kind of abuse. There's ways of trying to let yourself in that would prove to be less a nuisance--not that you're encouraged to. Whatever you've got to discuss with Headmaster Trent can't be THAT pressing. What's a five minute wait?
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Would there ever come a feast where at least one student didn't decide to be the one?
The first hadn't been so bad. Nothing, in his memory had happened to set him off. It was the subsequent feasts that began to see trouble rising and if he could help it, Malachi would find out why and put a stop to it. They'd been given the warning, next would come action. It was only unfortunate the good may end up as collateral.
A necessary evil if they kept this up. For now, he was tired.
The Headmaster pulled himself up the stairs and over to the stone gargoyles. There was something about a message in his floo? Some message he needed to go through his floo? Whatever it was, Malachi was interested to know what could have the Minister himself calling in on the first night back. Something urgent perhaps, otherwise he imagined it could wait 'til morning.
Stuffed from the feast, and exhausted besides, Trent slumped his way into his room. He moved over to the fire, muttering unintelligibly while he tried to rub the oncoming sleep from his face. Ugh, please tell him this wouldn't take long. It'd been a long day and he needed some sleep before the first day of lessons. Malachi stuck his head into the flames, feeling a sudden and unexpected tug.
Then he was gone.
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The lime green fire crackled merrily while a clock in the Headmaster's office ticked away the minutes he was gone. All was quiet in the castle during the moments which passed. It was a peaceful setting, really, and not long after he'd tumbled into the flames, Malachi Trent neatly climbed back out of the floo with not a scratch on his handsome face.
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The Headmaster straightened the once loose tie by his neck as he stepped from the flames. He brushed any little specks of dust or soot from the well fitting robes then made his way over to the desk. Files, things he should get himself briefed on. There was a lesson the very first thing in the morning if he remembered correctly; an unfortunate inconvenience if nothing else.
The man grimaced down at the book of lesson plans, flipping through a few of the pages. This would cut into valuable time that could otherwise be gainfully spent. How many of these did he have to suffer through?
Across the table, he glanced at the photo of the children. They would be at the school somewhere, so he'd have to keep an eye out for them.
Dissatisfied, he pushed up from the chair and moved over to the window. In the dark, he could make out the omnious shape of trees. The forest.
Hm.
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The end of the first day of classes brought Nem right to the Headsman's office. They still weren't wildly impressed about having to wait a whole day for this meeting, but also not remotely surprised. It was a long shot, trying to arrange to talk right after the feast, but then again, Nem figured old Stalactite Tent might have nixed anything they'd initially suggested. Power play, you know? An attempt at showing who was in charge. Or maybe he was just an old man who couldn't handle the strain of the feasts as well as he might have back in his day. Needed an early night.
Whatever. Here now.
Nem stopped before the gargoyles, looking from one to the other. They had developed something almost like a fondness for the genuine article during that term at Beauxbatons. Feisty little things. "I've got an appointment. Upstead." Maybe the sentries knew and would let them up, maybe they'd pass the message along somehow, maybe they'd do nothing and it was just a case of waiting. Nem didn't know, hadn't bothered trying to find out. They'd never even been summoned to this office, being such a model student and all.
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He was on his way out to take care of business...when the gargoyles informed him of an appointment. It brought nothing but the deepest of grimaces to the already stern face. How was he meant to get anything done when there were always students in need of something and one matter or another that needed sorting out?
With a heavy sigh, the man returned to his seat and informed the stone statues to let the child up. If this didn't take long, there would still be time to get done all he had planned for the evening; the letter by his hand one of his more pressing matters.
Well, be quick about it.
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Straight up the moving staircase it was. Which was good, because Nem was not very interested in waiting around today. They ascended to Trentula's office, knocked sharply on the door - rap-rap - and went right on in. He already knew they were on their way, after all.
"Afternoon, sir," greeted Nem, all kinds of chipper as they crossed the office. "Had a good rest of your day, I hope?" Or was he still more sour than a bag of lemons? They'd soon see.
Pausing by a chair in front of the desk, Nem glanced at the pictures on display - there was Vegetable, back when he was younger and likely a whole lot more irritating, plus another sprat, and some woman (wife, no doubt) - up at the bookshelves, then back to the Headsman again. And smiled one of those very Nemesis smiles.
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It was safe to say that Lucas didn't want to be here. He knew this appointment was important and would regret it if he didn't come but with how he felt, he would rather not be here. Discussing his future only to end up questioning his existence and self-worth didn't sound like his idea of fun.
Approaching the stone gargoyles, he started to realise exactly why he didn't want to come here. The part that was giving him the most anxiety was knowing that he was going to be talking to Trent about this. Trent, who had grown scarier since the first feast, and therefore only made this Gryffindor feel more closed off from him.
Sweet Merlin, this was going to be a long appointment.
After a few minutes of hyping himself up, the seventh year started....... uh, talking? to the gargoyles? Was this it? "Hey, I'm Lucas Dakest." Did it need any more personal information? No? "I have an appointment." How did this work, exactly? What was he supposed to do now?
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Straight up the moving staircase it was. Which was good, because Nem was not very interested in waiting around today. They ascended to Trentula's office, knocked sharply on the door - rap-rap - and went right on in. He already knew they were on their way, after all.
"Afternoon, sir," greeted Nem, all kinds of chipper as they crossed the office. "Had a good rest of your day, I hope?" Or was he still more sour than a bag of lemons? They'd soon see.
Pausing by a chair in front of the desk, Nem glanced at the pictures on display - there was Vegetable, back when he was younger and likely a whole lot more irritating, plus another sprat, and some woman (wife, no doubt) - up at the bookshelves, then back to the Headsman again. And smiled one of those very Nemesis smiles.
Oh. This one.
Being interrupted became just a little less an inconvenience when the only child worth anything in that entire cohort made an entrance. As far as pesky children he had to contend with went, this one was nowhere near the top. "It could've been worse." He said, eyes following the student as they entered the room.
"But I don't suppose you came here to shoot the breeze and catch up on my unimpressive afternoon." There had been mention of an appointment. He liked this one, but not enough to simply shoot the breeze. More...enough that if a catastrophe hit, he'd pause a moment to wonder if they made it out alright.
That was enough.
"What can I do for you?"
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It was safe to say that Lucas didn't want to be here. He knew this appointment was important and would regret it if he didn't come but with how he felt, he would rather not be here. Discussing his future only to end up questioning his existence and self-worth didn't sound like his idea of fun.
Approaching the stone gargoyles, he started to realise exactly why he didn't want to come here. The part that was giving him the most anxiety was knowing that he was going to be talking to Trent about this. Trent, who had grown scarier since the first feast, and therefore only made this Gryffindor feel more closed off from him.
Sweet Merlin, this was going to be a long appointment.
After a few minutes of hyping himself up, the seventh year started....... uh, talking? to the gargoyles? Was this it? "Hey, I'm Lucas Dakest." Did it need any more personal information? No? "I have an appointment." How did this work, exactly? What was he supposed to do now?
He hadn't been in his office for the last few hours. Being Headmaster, there were many things he was forced to pay attention. Today was something or the other of a girl down in the Slytherin dungeon who needed stern words. His words were stern, the girl's expression solemn. Did he truly get through to her? Only the next few days would tell.
For now, there was a boy standing by the gargoyles. Getting closer, the Headmaster recognized him to be one of his prefects. Even more unfortunate? He'd heard him tell the stone structures he had an appointment.
This was becoming a far too common trend, if you asked him.
"Dakest." He said, as much to remind himself as he was acknowledging the Gryffindor.
"Looks like you'll be coming up with me." He brushed past the boy, and headed up the stairs as they began to ascend. Please make this quick.
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Flapping its wings tirelessly all the way from the pathways, a patronus in the shape of a small bat made appeared inside the Headmaster's office.
From it came a message relayed in Professor Schmoe's voice. "Good afternoon, Headmaster. A strange chest filled with gold coins was found on the grounds. I suggest we thoroughly inspect its contents. We will errrr... Bring it to your office shortly."
No sooner had the bat finished the message before it vanished into thin air.
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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack
Flapping its wings tirelessly all the way from the pathways, a patronus in the shape of a small bat made appeared inside the Headmaster's office.
From it came a message relayed in Professor Schmoe's voice. "Good afternoon, Headmaster. A strange chest filled with gold coins was found on the grounds. I suggest we thoroughly inspect its contents. We will errrr... Bring it to your office shortly."
No sooner had the bat finished the message before it vanished into thin air.
Strange chest filled with gold?
...
.....
Well there was something he wasn't expecting to hear. Never a dull moment in this place, it was proving truer by the day. If they were bringing it here, it certainly saved him a walk so the man began to gather the things about his desk. He'd get back to all this once the guests had come and gone.
If nothing else, this may become the welcomed distraction he'd been hoping for. Left unattended, the students and staff alike seemed to find ample reason to bother him. Something had to be done.
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Being interrupted became just a little less an inconvenience when the only child worth anything in that entire cohort made an entrance. As far as pesky children he had to contend with went, this one was nowhere near the top. "It could've been worse." He said, eyes following the student as they entered the room.
"But I don't suppose you came here to shoot the breeze and catch up on my unimpressive afternoon." There had been mention of an appointment. He liked this one, but not enough to simply shoot the breeze. More...enough that if a catastrophe hit, he'd pause a moment to wonder if they made it out alright.
That was enough.
"What can I do for you?"
"You'd be right, sir," Nem confirmed, dropping into the chair and stretching their legs out in front of them, crossing them at the ankles. "I won't take up too much of your time."
Normally, they certainly would have. Mostly to butter the Headsman up so he might be more amenable to their request - Nem had no plan for this, and had confidently decided to play it by ear - but also just to be an inconvenience. Now with the Big Man it suddenly didn't seem necessary, though it was all a bit more unpredictable as things currently stood.
That was fine. Unpredictable was interesting... when it wasn't too inconvenient.
"Basically, sir, I made this appointment to ask if I could take a handful of my OWLs at the end of this term and get them out of the way or something. I'm more than capable, and right now... well. I need more mental stimulation, some kind of challenge. You know what they say about idle hands." Nem smiled; ostensibly a barely restrained grin. "Even reading and learning ahead gets dull, but I guess it's something. This morning's Defence lesson was one of the only times I've ever felt even remotely alive while at school, though."
Maybe more than just in school, but that was more a conversation for Nemesis to have with nobody, ever.
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So this was a meeting of ambition then. Alright. The Headmaster leaned back in his seat, watching the little prodigy without uttering a word for what might have felt like an eternity but in reality had not gone over a minute. He was thinking. How would the request benefit him? How would it inconvenience him? Did it mean more paper work? Extra things he'd have to keep in mind and stay on top of?
Probably.
That was all the answer he needed. "If it's a challenge you want, that can be arranged, but you'll take yours OWLs with your peers when they come around for you. I'll not be going off to the ministry to make special requests and taking time from my day to follow up on whatever paperwork you think you're worth." To put it plainly.
He had things to do, things he'd come here to do. Appeasing snotty little know it alls who felt they needed further stimulation was not one of them. Granted, he liked this one no less for this request, but he wouldn't be doing it.
"Meet me in the dueling arena when you've got some time. I'll find work for you yet." If the kid could handle it.
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With the chest of gold floating above his head, Finneas lead the group to the second floor. He wasn't the hero you'd want to be following frontline, but alas. There was only so much you could get at Hogwarts. And today, as it happened, you got an average Schmoe. He was bumbling along as per usual, confident that everyone was walking behind, but not turning around to check. The Headmaster was always in a mood these days, best not to keep him waiting for too long.
When they finally reached the clearing, he informed the gargoyles of their request to see the Headmaster. Malachi was already awaiting their arrival, so it wouldn't be long. In the meantime, however, he turned to give the group a dorky grin. Assurance that it was all going to be okay. No one would die. Even the cursed children. Probably. "And er... Now we wait."
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You know what June was worried about? Schmoe floating this tons heavy treasure chest over his head. One blink, and he could end up being pumpkin puree ; why she thought his insides will ooze pumpkin was beyond her, but it was definitely a thing.
So, as he stopped and talked to the gargoyles - she waited and watched the chest of gold like a hawk, her wand firmly in her hand - ready to be his knight in shining armour, if needed.
Finally when they stopped -- only to wait for the headmaster, she gently reached for his arm and tugged him away from under the treasure chest, "and now we wait" she nodded.
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There they were. The Headmaster asked that the pair be brought up, assuming they had indeed taken the chest in question with them. A certain call had been put out the moment he heard what was inside and again it was a matter of waiting.
He eased back into his chair and waited for them to come up to the office. Gold. Gold was always a good distraction and he already had some ideas.
If all went well, the slimy little goblin wouldn't be long.
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Finneas gave June a sheepish(, but rather appreciative smile) as she pulled him away from under the treasure chest. All in all, an intelligent move. Though his spell work usually held up, being squashed by a treasure chest would (unfortunately) fit the brand. He could recognize his own bad luck when he needed to.
And then when the stairway opened up, Finneas turned back to give June a look. He was, admittedly, more than a little nervous. Malachi’s fuse had shortened significantly this year and it made Finneas more than a little uneasy. Fortunately, he was in good company.
”Shall we?” He asked, waiting for her signal before heading up and floating the chest along too. "Errrr... Good day, Headmaster," he grinned nervously as he popped his head into the office and floated the chest all the way to the center of the room, where he let it drop gently.
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It was a sizeable chest, he could see that once the man set it down. Gold inside perhaps? That much gold would definitely be worth something--if it was actually gold. Only a certain little beady eyed creature could confirm this for him and it was likely to be another few minutes before he arrived.
"And you say the students found this? Did you?" The Headmaster asked, rising from his chair and moving around the desk to get a better look at this new discovery. Gold, treasure, whatever it contained. Coins at the very least. The man crouched to get a better look at the markings all around the chest. It was the writing just by the lock that gave him pause. There was something about it...something he couldn't quite put his finger on but it left him unsettled.
"We'll wait for my associate to get here. He's got a good eye for this sort of thing. Might be able to give us a better idea of what this thing is worth and what we could get for it."
For now, he had better sense than to go prying open strange chests that showed up out of nowhere. What did he look like, a Gryffindor?
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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo
He hadn't been in his office for the last few hours. Being Headmaster, there were many things he was forced to pay attention. Today was something or the other of a girl down in the Slytherin dungeon who needed stern words. His words were stern, the girl's expression solemn. Did he truly get through to her? Only the next few days would tell.
For now, there was a boy standing by the gargoyles. Getting closer, the Headmaster recognized him to be one of his prefects. Even more unfortunate? He'd heard him tell the stone structures he had an appointment.
This was becoming a far too common trend, if you asked him.
"Dakest." He said, as much to remind himself as he was acknowledging the Gryffindor.
"Looks like you'll be coming up with me." He brushed past the boy, and headed up the stairs as they began to ascend. Please make this quick.
......... Uhhhh???
Lucas stared at the gargoyles, trying to wonder if it was going to open up for him or if he had to try something else. But this is what they were supposed to do, right? He had an appointment, after all, so the gargoyles had to know. But he didn't know how they could check.
Really, he was just looking for a si-
AAAGH!
The seventh year, so focused on the gargoyles, jumped at the sudden sound. "Headmaster?" Pause. "I-I mean, hello. Hey." Did he have to tell the man that he had an appointment? Surely he knew, right? But headmasters had so much to do, he hardly knew if the man would remember exactly why he was-
Oh. Well, there was his answer.
As Trent started heading up the stairs, Lucas wasted no time in following him up. He couldn't risk being shut outside, even if he didn't want to be in this little appointment in the first place. His green eyes wandered upwards, trying to catch the earliest glimpse of this office and anything surrounding it.
"SooOOooo...... did you have a nice day, Headmaster?" That was a good way to break the ice, right?
So this was a meeting of ambition then. Alright. The Headmaster leaned back in his seat, watching the little prodigy without uttering a word for what might have felt like an eternity but in reality had not gone over a minute. He was thinking. How would the request benefit him? How would it inconvenience him? Did it mean more paper work? Extra things he'd have to keep in mind and stay on top of?
Probably.
That was all the answer he needed. "If it's a challenge you want, that can be arranged, but you'll take yours OWLs with your peers when they come around for you. I'll not be going off to the ministry to make special requests and taking time from my day to follow up on whatever paperwork you think you're worth." To put it plainly.
He had things to do, things he'd come here to do. Appeasing snotty little know it alls who felt they needed further stimulation was not one of them. Granted, he liked this one no less for this request, but he wouldn't be doing it.
"Meet me in the dueling arena when you've got some time. I'll find work for you yet." If the kid could handle it.
Being told 'no', being thwarted in any way by anyone, this was something that Nem had never been very good at accepting. At home it was easy. Once they might have asked, been told no by either Jake or Becca, and then done the thing anyway, either overtly or surreptitiously (depending on a bunch of things). Now they just didn't ask, but in this case, the asking had sort of been necessary, plus set in motion before the Headsman had evolved into the Big Man.
And they'd been refused. Subtly insulted by the Big Man, too, if that comment about worth was anything to go by, but that rolled off them like water off a sea serpent's scales.
No doubt, Nem seethed. Inwardly. Outwardly their face was impassive, body language unchanged. The only real sign was a briefly extended moment of silence. This wasn't entirely unexpected, Nem had to admit, what with the way things were playing out. There was one part of the answer they were content to hear, however. It didn't exactly redeem the slight, but it certainly addressed the reason for Nem's original request. Challenge. Stimulation. Entertainment? Who knew.
"Okay," they replied, smiling and animated once more. "I'll take you up on that, sir. Wednesday afternoon any good?" Exactly what kind of work the Big Man had in mind, they'd have to wait to see. If it was no good, if he decided he was going to try and have a little joke at their expense, they had other ideas already half-formed. "I'll let you get on, then," Nem added, getting to their feet. No point hanging around, they had what they came for.
Some of it, anyway. Maybe they'd send a letter back to home to wrangle the rest. Somehow. Nobody liked being beaten.
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If you told Korpsit he'd be getting a message from the Headmaster of Hogwarts, he would have scoffed and gotten back to his work. In fact, even after getting the message, Korpsit had considered continuing on as if he hadn't but there had been mention of a treasure and it was enough to peak the goblin's interest.
The beady eyed creature let himself into the office once he was let up and immediately hobbled his way to the chest in the centre of the room.
"This is?" He asked, giving the runes a once over before his eyes caught sight of the word etched by the lock.
....
He took a measured step back. "It's real. Whatever it is." He'd recognized that seal anywhere and now wished he hadn't come.
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......... Uhhhh???
Lucas stared at the gargoyles, trying to wonder if it was going to open up for him or if he had to try something else. But this is what they were supposed to do, right? He had an appointment, after all, so the gargoyles had to know. But he didn't know how they could check.
Really, he was just looking for a si-
AAAGH!
The seventh year, so focused on the gargoyles, jumped at the sudden sound. "Headmaster?" Pause. "I-I mean, hello. Hey." Did he have to tell the man that he had an appointment? Surely he knew, right? But headmasters had so much to do, he hardly knew if the man would remember exactly why he was-
Oh. Well, there was his answer.
As Trent started heading up the stairs, Lucas wasted no time in following him up. He couldn't risk being shut outside, even if he didn't want to be in this little appointment in the first place. His green eyes wandered upwards, trying to catch the earliest glimpse of this office and anything surrounding it.
"SooOOooo...... did you have a nice day, Headmaster?" That was a good way to break the ice, right?
"Let's...not." The Headmaster said, sinking into his chair and easing back. Bad enough he had an appointment with the questionable prefect, there was no need to draw it out further with small talk. "You didn't come here to shoot the breeze and find out about my day."
But perhaps that might be harsh for the delicate disposition of this one. The man leaned forward, his fingers steepled as his hands rested on the surface of the desk. He cleared his throat, breezing past his earlier statement. "I just...wouldn't want to waste your time. You've got NEWTs this year and I suspect you'll want to be studying. What d'you say we keep this meeting as brief as we can so we don't get in the way of that, hm?"
Nothing but the kind and caring Headmaster he was. The concern was clearly for the student and the amount of time he could be spending on his studies.
Was Dakest going to talk or what?
He didn't have all day.
SPOILER!!: Demon spawn prodigy
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Originally Posted by Felixir
Being told 'no', being thwarted in any way by anyone, this was something that Nem had never been very good at accepting. At home it was easy. Once they might have asked, been told no by either Jake or Becca, and then done the thing anyway, either overtly or surreptitiously (depending on a bunch of things). Now they just didn't ask, but in this case, the asking had sort of been necessary, plus set in motion before the Headsman had evolved into the Big Man.
And they'd been refused. Subtly insulted by the Big Man, too, if that comment about worth was anything to go by, but that rolled off them like water off a sea serpent's scales.
No doubt, Nem seethed. Inwardly. Outwardly their face was impassive, body language unchanged. The only real sign was a briefly extended moment of silence. This wasn't entirely unexpected, Nem had to admit, what with the way things were playing out. There was one part of the answer they were content to hear, however. It didn't exactly redeem the slight, but it certainly addressed the reason for Nem's original request. Challenge. Stimulation. Entertainment? Who knew.
"Okay," they replied, smiling and animated once more. "I'll take you up on that, sir. Wednesday afternoon any good?" Exactly what kind of work the Big Man had in mind, they'd have to wait to see. If it was no good, if he decided he was going to try and have a little joke at their expense, they had other ideas already half-formed. "I'll let you get on, then," Nem added, getting to their feet. No point hanging around, they had what they came for.
Some of it, anyway. Maybe they'd send a letter back to home to wrangle the rest. Somehow. Nobody liked being beaten.
Bless. Was there ever a more agreeable student? None he saw at Hogwarts. The man thought he'd have to become stern after the no, even considered drawing his wand to get things moving along but this one. Upstead. This one here, was willing to take it and more importantly already wanted to leave.
Would that all the students who walked in wanted to be out as quickly. It would save him the exorbitant amounts of time he'd wasted thus far.
"Wednesday is fine. Come prepared. I don't suggest eating right before. I want to know you're prepared for whatever I throw at you." If it was a challenge he wanted, it was a challenge he would get.
"If that suits you, I think we're done here."
What a wonderful child.
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Originally Posted by Korpsit
If you told Korpsit he'd be getting a message from the Headmaster of Hogwarts, he would have scoffed and gotten back to his work. In fact, even after getting the message, Korpsit had considered continuing on as if he hadn't but there had been mention of a treasure and it was enough to peak the goblin's interest.
The beady eyed creature let himself into the office once he was let up and immediately hobbled his way to the chest in the centre of the room.
"This is?" He asked, giving the runes a once over before his eyes caught sight of the word etched by the lock.
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He took a measured step back. "It's real. Whatever it is." He'd recognized that seal anywhere and now wished he hadn't come.
A dark brow rose into his forehead at the goblin.
"Is that it?" He questioned, unsatisfied with the assessment. Fine, it was real but what else? "Aren't you going to open it? Get a better estimate of its worth?" The Headmaster didn't call Korpsit all this way to have him look at the outside of the trunk then pull out.
Sure, the man could open it himself, but he was no fool. He'd seen the way the creature stepped back and saw the shift in those beady little eyes.
In case there was need, he drew his wand. It was a subtle motion, hardly noticeable until it was pointed in the goblin's face.
"Open. It."
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SPOILER!!: Trent / Korpsit / Trent
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It was a sizeable chest, he could see that once the man set it down. Gold inside perhaps? That much gold would definitely be worth something--if it was actually gold. Only a certain little beady eyed creature could confirm this for him and it was likely to be another few minutes before he arrived.
"And you say the students found this? Did you?" The Headmaster asked, rising from his chair and moving around the desk to get a better look at this new discovery. Gold, treasure, whatever it contained. Coins at the very least. The man crouched to get a better look at the markings all around the chest. It was the writing just by the lock that gave him pause. There was something about it...something he couldn't quite put his finger on but it left him unsettled.
"We'll wait for my associate to get here. He's got a good eye for this sort of thing. Might be able to give us a better idea of what this thing is worth and what we could get for it."
For now, he had better sense than to go prying open strange chests that showed up out of nowhere. What did he look like, a Gryffindor?
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If you told Korpsit he'd be getting a message from the Headmaster of Hogwarts, he would have scoffed and gotten back to his work. In fact, even after getting the message, Korpsit had considered continuing on as if he hadn't but there had been mention of a treasure and it was enough to peak the goblin's interest.
The beady eyed creature let himself into the office once he was let up and immediately hobbled his way to the chest in the centre of the room.
"This is?" He asked, giving the runes a once over before his eyes caught sight of the word etched by the lock.
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He took a measured step back. "It's real. Whatever it is." He'd recognized that seal anywhere and now wished he hadn't come.
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A dark brow rose into his forehead at the goblin.
"Is that it?" He questioned, unsatisfied with the assessment. Fine, it was real but what else? "Aren't you going to open it? Get a better estimate of its worth?" The Headmaster didn't call Korpsit all this way to have him look at the outside of the trunk then pull out.
Sure, the man could open it himself, but he was no fool. He'd seen the way the creature stepped back and saw the shift in those beady little eyes.
In case there was need, he drew his wand. It was a subtle motion, hardly noticeable until it was pointed in the goblin's face.
"Open. It."
"Yes, I err..." The students did not give too many details, unfortunately. He scratched his head in attempt to recall any other useful details, but in the time it took to give himself a proper scratch... They had company.
How very strange it was that this creature was Trent's associate. Finneas glanced sideways over at June as the two consulted about the chest. And the way in which Malachi ordered the goblin to open the chest??? Errrrr..... Finneas Schmoe was feeling very uncomfortable. Not that this was anything out of the ordinary. Heh. Heh. Heh. AnYwAy.
Errr... "You err... May want to be careful with it..." Not that he thought the two Gryffindors were truly possessed after having opened the chest a little while earlier... But one could never be too sure at Hogwarts.
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Korpsit looked up at the Headmaster, his expression cool and undaunted. He did not come here to be threatened. Further, there were worst things than whatever the man felt he would be able to inflict.
He looked briefly to the chest.
"It's already open." Something he hadn't first noticed. The seal was most certainly broken. This...just became NOT his problem.
"Someone already did it. There's nothing more for me to do." But he might want to get rid of it. Were he not sore about the wand by his face, he may have given them a proper warning, a heads up, but now he felt they deserved it. Carefully, the goblin reached over to flip the lid open. The treasure on the inside held no appeal. "This is my cue." Korpsit turned and made a brisk retreat. He was washing his hands of this and didn't wait for permission.
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Korpsit looked up at the Headmaster, his expression cool and undaunted. He did not come here to be threatened. Further, there were worst things than whatever the man felt he would be able to inflict.
He looked briefly to the chest.
"It's already open." Something he hadn't first noticed. The seal was most certainly broken. This...just became NOT his problem.
"Someone already did it. There's nothing more for me to do." But he might want to get rid of it. Were he not sore about the wand by his face, he may have given them a proper warning, a heads up, but now he felt they deserved it. Carefully, the goblin reached over to flip the lid open. The treasure on the inside held no appeal. "This is my cue." Korpsit turned and made a brisk retreat. He was washing his hands of this and didn't wait for permission.
Well..... Er...... That was a little anticlimactic wasn't it? Finneas turned to give June a curious look before turning to see the goblin leaving. Uh. Uh??? There was one obvious question that Finneas couldn't shake off his mind, and, er... Dare he ask?
"What do we do with all this gold?" Because finding the original owner was likely the moral thing one ought to do, but er... How exactly did the Headmaster plan on figuring out who the owner was? Because... Er. The goblin didn't provide much help on that front and the runes along the chest weren't a helpful indicator either.
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