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DaniDiNardo · #1 (**permalink**) 12-04-2018, 10:43 AM

In the corridor branching off the Entrance Hall, you notice two stone gargoyles guarding a door. You will soon learn that these statutes love to gossip. For those that have been attending Hogwarts for a while, it is common knowledge that this room is for the staff members of the school. The grand mahogany door that separates the corridor and the room is typically locked, so it is best that you not to even attempt entering unless you want detention.

Beyond the door is a long, large circular table, big enough to fit each person employed at Hogwarts, stands front and centre. This is where all the professors and support staff sit and discuss important school matters, ranging from discussions on the curriculum to problem students. A large wardrobe, once home to a boggart, is placed next to a small table on one side of the room and is full of various coats and robes long forgotten by their previous owners. The table holds two boxes: one containing spare parchment and quills and the other confiscated student items.

The opposite end of the staff room is arguably the more popular spot in the room. Placed strategically by a large fireplace, comfy leather sofas and chairs provide an excellent place for the adults to socialize with each other or take a much-needed nap.

BanaBatGirl · 09-19-2020, 05:51 PM

He had so much marking to do. So, so much. All Williamson wanted was a post-dinner nap, but here he was, stuck in the castle, settling into his favorite armchair by the fire, with a stack of essays on his lap.

He wiggled into the chair with a grunt, remembering something he'd forgotten he had in his pocket until it squeaked. "Out you get, Punkin," he mumbled, digging the orange pygmy puff out and resting it on the table beside his chair. Silly thing had somehow rolled all the way from the barn to his hut earlier, and was probably now going to roll around the staff room. But he didn't care; he had to read essay after essay on trolls and troll relatives.

Sigh. Williamson was going to be here all night, wasn't he.

ArianaBlack · 09-19-2020, 11:26 PM

Finneas Schmoe usually stayed away from the Staff Room if he could help it. Aside from the occasional mandatory meeting and urgent mid-day nap, he usually scurried right past the door. It was intimidating, y'know? And he wasn't a very intimidating man. He was usually out of place in such a room.

This time, however, he needed PEACE. Any other room would be too accessible by students (who were the last people that Finneas wanted to see right now) and while locking himself in his office sounded like the right idea, there was always the chance that he'd hear a knock on his door. So alas, here he was. Closing the door to the staff room behind him and making way to one of the couches at the end of the--

Ah. Company.

Something else Finneas did not particularly want at the moment. He gave Professor Williamson a tired look, before SLUMPING into the armchair opposite of the creatures professor. If only Finneas could simply melt into the chair and never have to teach a class of rowdy adolescents ever again. It had been a rough day.

.... Pygmy puff?

No. He wasn't even going to question it.

BanaBatGirl · 09-21-2020, 08:36 PM

Dubya continued checking off something here, then something there on the essays, and then dutifully recorded the scores in his old leather-bound record book. Of course he saw Schmoe come in, glanced at him even over the edge of his reading glasses, but didn't comment yet.

Poor fella looked tired. "Alright there, Finneas?" He chose now to peek at the younger man, his brown eyes resting on the slumped little Schmoe.

Now would be a good time for Punkin to roll over to the Muggle Studies professor... which, William noted, he was doing. "Don't mind him," he added, looking back down at an essay which MUST have been written by a troll. He scribbled a large T on it, even as Punkin the orange pgymy puff began laboriously using his tongue to pull himself up Finneas' chair and into his lap. He'd pretend not to see it, to give Schmoe the dignity of rejecting or accepting the puff's comfort.

Squeak squeak! Did Schmoe need help picking his nose? Punkin wanted to know?????

ArianaBlack · 09-27-2020, 04:22 AM

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Dubya continued checking off something here, then something there on the essays, and then dutifully recorded the scores in his old leather-bound record book. Of course he saw Schmoe come in, glanced at him even over the edge of his reading glasses, but didn't comment yet.

Poor fella looked tired. "Alright there, Finneas?" He chose now to peek at the younger man, his brown eyes resting on the slumped little Schmoe.

Now would be a good time for Punkin to roll over to the Muggle Studies professor... which, William noted, he was doing. "Don't mind him," he added, looking back down at an essay which MUST have been written by a troll. He scribbled a large T on it, even as Punkin the orange pgymy puff began laboriously using his tongue to pull himself up Finneas' chair and into his lap. He'd pretend not to see it, to give Schmoe the dignity of rejecting or accepting the puff's comfort.

Squeak squeak! Did Schmoe need help picking his nose? Punkin wanted to know?????

Schlumped. He was absolutely schlumped.

"It's these kids, Professor," he looked up at Williamson with a look of utter terror in his eyes. The look that lasted far beyond that disaster of a pollution class. And yes, Professor Williamson was technically a colleague now, but calling him anything aside from 'Professor' would be too weird and Finneas couldn't even pretend to entertain it. "We weren't nearly this troublesome.... Were we?" His voice? Distressed. D I S T R E S S E D.

Finneas did not, in fact, need help picking his nose. He could pick it quite well on his own. Er. Not that..... he did that.

Uh. AnYwAy.

He gave the little pgymy puff a pat over on the head. He never knew how to handle any sort of affection, human or otherwise. Heh.

BanaBatGirl · 09-27-2020, 11:47 PM

The kids, huh? The kids had him down? Williamson licked his thumb, steadily turned a page of parchment, and briefly glanced up from his reading. Why was he calling him Professor? Was it the glasses? They did make him look bookish, didn't they. He knew it. Shoulda just squinted.

"Well... YOU weren't," he answered honestly, with a bit of chuckle to boot. "But you have to remember that you're not teaching a classroom full of Schmoes. You're teaching kids with death wishes, and ones that want to hug trolls, and ones that will probably have their wand snapped by the first foe they encounter outside of school..."

He gestured loosely with his quill. "Don't blame yourself. You can lead a hippogriff to water..." But Schmoe knew the rest of this proverb, surely. Williamson glanced down at his parchment again, marking an A for Acceptable on this essay. At least they hadn't confused river and mountain trolls again.

Punkin let out a squee and used his long tongue to affectionately, wetly lick Schmoe's hand. More pat-pats puhlease!!

ArianaBlack · 09-30-2020, 03:35 AM

They didn't just have him down! They had him inside-out, upside-down, downside-up, and all other combinations of discombobulated, mushy pea soup. No one liked mushy pea soup. Not even Finneas Schmoe and he had some very eclectic taste buds. Everything was awful. He could feel the world's greatest headache setting in. It was one even worse than he experienced DURING the lesson because this one came from knowing that he'd wake up tomorrow and might have to go through it all over again. One bad lesson might be a gateway for more bad lessons.

AnYwAy.

Finneas schlumped even further into the seat. If only, if only.

This hugging trolls business put many things into perspective though. At least whatever happened in his classroom hadn't been a life or death situation. Just a...... Er...... A messy one. Schmoe massaged his temples. "How do you do it?" What was the KEY? How does one handle a classroom full of kids with death wishes, and ones that want to hug trolls, and ones that will probably have their wand snapped y the first foe they encounter outside of school... "I'm losing them, Professor. I'm losing them."

Finneas needed help. He needed answers. He was BEGGING. Practically.

Errrr....... Yes, yes. Pat, pat for the little fluff creature. The wet slobber was not ideal, but errr.... To decline the affection felt poor in taste.

BanaBatGirl · 10-07-2020, 12:07 AM

"Do what," Williamson answered mildly, flipping another essay over and starting on the LAAAAAAAAAST one. Woohoo! Marking was almost done! And then he could take a nap! "What?" He looked up, actually, at the desperation in Finneas' voice. "Losing who? What?"

Willy had to shake his head at Finneas. "Are you alright, Finneas? You look like you could use a ... ah, a curative beverage." Williamson slid out of his chair with a groan and shuffled toward the other side of the fireplace, where there were some glass cups and decanted beverages on a silver cart. "The secret to teaching here is to care less. Don't take things personally. And NEVER let them see you get worked up."

He shuffled back to his coworker with two glasses of amber liquid. "Here, this'll cheer you up." And maybe even put some hair on his scrawny chest. Willy held his glass out for a clinkclink.

The pgymy puff let out a low humming sound of comfort and contentment, enough of a low rumble (or was it a purr?) that even Schmoe would feel it in his hand. Goooooooood, gooooooooooood.

ArianaBlack · 10-09-2020, 02:39 AM

"Anything," he replied woefully. Desperation still oozing off his words. "The kids! The kids, Professor!" Finneas was seemingly undeterred by Williamson's apparent confusion. "One minute you have rules and order and the next they've conspired against you and forgotten that your a Professor!" He was most definitely not alright, but he shook his head to deny said offer of beverage.

But that? That was decent advice actually. "Huh." Finneas would have to ruminate on that a little bit. It would take a lot of work to care less. Though lot of work was never anything that Finneas took issue with. "Thank you," he took the drink in hand. WHAT? He wasn't going to deny it now that Williamson had gone through the effort of pouring him a glass.

Clink!

Bottoms up!

And the pygmy puff got another little bop on the head. It was interesting. You wouldn't think a man like Williamson would travel around with such a cuddly little pet in his pocket. It was endearing.

BanaBatGirl · 10-10-2020, 07:32 PM

He'd said no but was getting a cup anyway because Williamson hadn't heard him, frankly, being as old as he was. Heh. "Well do they all know your rules and orders? Did you go over them before starting?" Whatever it was they did in Muggle Studies? His words drifted off into a mumble as Williamson took a deep sip from his own glass of liquid.

Ah.

"I always review my expectations for the different creatures right before we start working with 'em." He wiped his mouth on the back of his hand. "Sometimes I want them to use their wands, and sometimes not, y'know? So I have to make sure to remind them of that before we start." And even then, some of the kids had trouble following directions. He tilted his head at Finneas though, as some of the younger man's words sank in finally. "Conspired against you? Did you have a mutiny, Finneas?"

The pgymy puff let out a squeal of joy at this unsolicted bop on the head! MORE! MORE! MORE! It began rocking itself back and forth until it POPPED! off the table with another squeal and managed to land right in Schmoe's lap.

ArianaBlack · 10-15-2020, 02:07 AM

"I errr..." Um. Thank you for your question. Schmoe appreciate your curiosity. Keep being curious. Keeping asking questions. That's so important.

"Well." He paused for a great, long moment. "I always go over the rules during the first lesson, but err..." Was that important? Did he need to be doing that? He used to teach uni kids. They didn't need reminders every lesson.

Ah. Times 2.

Well, see, the issue here is that in Muggle Studies you were never supposed to use your wand. It was the basic rule of Muggle Studies-ology. Though, er, perhaps this needed saying each and every time. That's what he had learned. Ha. The students weren't the only ones learning lessons. Ba dum ts. "I believe the exact words were..... anarchy." And then some.

This was quite embarrassing. He was starting to feel grateful for the little orange fluff that he could divert his attention to. But OH. He was gone. And then he was back.

O____o

Finneas eyed the round creature, before er... skeptically lowering his hand to give it another .... bop?

CruppieMom89 · 10-20-2020, 02:34 AM

Ivy had collected her belongings quickly and exited the classroom, but as she did she had heard the Headmaster saying something about going into the Forbidden Forest like right now? Honestly she had no idea where to go. Who did you go to when the Headmaster was ~~crazy~~ unwell? She thought she might go to the Great Hall and see if any professors were there, but then she remembered the staff room. They were not allowed in the staff room, but was she allowed, like, near the staff room? It was maybe an emergency?

Coming up outside the room, she swallowed hard against the nausea in her stomach and knocked loudly on the door. ”Professors? Anyone there? It’s... it’s REALLY important. The Headmaster is, well, somethings WRONG and I think he’s going to sacrifice people to monsters in the forest!”

Okay that was probably dramatic, but the longer she stood outside the door possibly about to get in trouble for being here, the worse the pictures in her head got, and it was not looking pretty for class full of kids she’d left upstairs.

She needed a grown up...

BanaBatGirl · 10-20-2020, 10:30 PM

"But not every lesson?" Williamson prompted, giving him a knowing look over the brim of his glass. Oh, Finneas. Willy had to let out a low chuckle at the word anarchy. He wasn't much of a reader, but even he knew the meaning of that one. And it was much worse than mere mutiny! "Don't worry," he started to say, a confident idea growing in his brain and showing on his face in a very Slytherin smirk, "I've got the perfect solution for you, Schmoe. Tell you what you'll do. You'll help chaperone my upcoming Care of Magical Creatures field trip, and we'll set up a scenario so that you can save the day AND save face by being the great authority figure you a-----"

He cut himself off as some loud knocking and a voice (a CHILD'S voice) could clearly be heard ringing out over top of him. "What is this?" Williamson stood and shuffled to the door, cracking it open just enough so that he could eyeball the little one standing there. Oh, it was that Hufflepuff with the snowballs... Ivy, wasn't it?

"What's this now?" he repeated, frowning at her. "There's no monsters in the forest. That word is actually VERY offensive, especially to centaurs and acromantula, who are the main inhabitants OF the Forest...." If she was talking about the Forbidden Forest, that was.

And was he spending too much time with Schmoe or was that just the most textbook-like thing he'd ever said out loud???

CruppieMom89 · 10-20-2020, 10:45 PM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

"But not every lesson?" Williamson prompted, giving him a knowing look over the brim of his glass. Oh, Finneas. Willy had to let out a low chuckle at the word anarchy. He wasn't much of a reader, but even he knew the meaning of that one. And it was much worse than mere mutiny! "Don't worry," he started to say, a confident idea growing in his brain and showing on his face in a very Slytherin smirk, "I've got the perfect solution for you, Schmoe. Tell you what you'll do. You'll help chaperone my upcoming Care of Magical Creatures field trip, and we'll set up a scenario so that you can save the day AND save face by being the great authority figure you a-----"

He cut himself off as some loud knocking and a voice (a CHILD'S voice) could clearly be heard ringing out over top of him. "What is this?" Williamson stood and shuffled to the door, cracking it open just enough so that he could eyeball the little one standing there. Oh, it was that Hufflepuff with the snowballs... Ivy, wasn't it?

"What's this now?" he repeated, frowning at her. "There's no monsters in the forest. That word is actually VERY offensive, especially to centaurs and acromantula, who are the main inhabitants OF the Forest...." If she was talking about the Forbidden Forest, that was.

And was he spending too much time with Schmoe or was that just the most textbook-like thing he'd ever said out loud???

Oh thank Merlin! It was a NICE professor and not one of the ones who had yelled at her in class. As he lectured her about not calling them monsters, she let out an exasperated sigh. ”Okay but there IS an actual monster here. My friend Ashley saw it. Well she didn’t SEE it because it’s invisible, but she saw it almost throw a boy out the window,” she rambled, all her words coming out in a rush.

Barely pausing to take a breath, she continued. ”And now the Headmaster, well I’m pretty sure he forgot about class, and then he wanted to know if we’d seen anything weird in the Forbidden Forest and didn’t even CARE if people said they’d been in there even though it’s against the rules, and we all know how much he likes rules! As I was leaving I am pretty sure I heard him saying something about going in the Forest like right now.” She had run out of air and words, and now she kind of wanted to cry.

ArianaBlack · 10-20-2020, 11:33 PM

Finneas scratched his neck sheepishly. Errr…. Not every lesson, no. Perhaps he had given his students too much credit. It was all becoming very evident now. He clearly has to face them with a little more cynicism. This would be the year that Hogwarts broke him. But he put these thoughts on hold as Williamson wore that idea look of his. Though Finneas did not necessarily want to chaperone the upcoming field trip, er, well… He was not good at saying no.

Fortunately, he didn’t have to even try because, alas, a well-timed interruption! This meant he had successfully avoided committing to it, right? Right?

Er.

But what was this? Finneas got up on his two feet and followed behind Williamson. A frantic first year, a frantic Schmoe, Williamson, and an orange pygmy puff. What an interesting combination this was turning out to be. ”Er….. Ms. Taylor,” Finneas was trying to follow along, but many of the details that were being shared were far too far-fetched to be at all believable. Yesterday Schmoe would have taken her words seriously. Today Schmoe had learned that he needed to practice a healthy dosage of cynicism. Now was his time to shine! To show the world all that he had learned in the past half hour.

”Shouldn’t you be in class?” Very firm. Much foot down. So stern. ”Thank you for your concern, but errrr. I can assure you that your Headmaster would never endanger you or your classmates, he err.. He likes to do the opposite of that.” It was at this point in the program that Finneas turned to look up at Williamson…. For approval. Had he done okay? Was THIS taking charge? Did he pass? Was he ready to face another in-class mutiny?

BanaBatGirl · 10-20-2020, 11:49 PM

Williamson had to scrub at his face as the first year (of course it was THIS year's group of first years) immediately babbled on about some monster. And of course her story was corroborated, in her words, by another first year.

He looked instead at Schmoe, and Punkin, who had somehow taken to riding on Schmoe's shoulder. He gave the younger man a firm nod of approval at his answer. "That's right." Could he see how proud he was of his former pupil?! He was becoming such a ~~cynical~~ wise guy already! PROUD ~~PAPA~~ TEACHER HERE. "Listen to Professor Schmoe. The Headmaster doesn't even like the forest. Ask him about it sometime. Maybe not NOW, when you're supposed to be learning, but trust me."

Cue old-timer chuckle of confidence here.

"This is probably all just a big hypothetical. If anyone's capable of talking about the forest, it's him. You'll be fine. He's very talented at uh, Defense spells. Now get back to class." He made a gentle shooing motion with his hand.

CruppieMom89 · 10-21-2020, 12:44 AM

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Finneas scratched his neck sheepishly. Errr…. Not every lesson, no. Perhaps he had given his students too much credit. It was all becoming very evident now. He clearly has to face them with a little more cynicism. This would be the year that Hogwarts broke him. But he put these thoughts on hold as Williamson wore that idea look of his. Though Finneas did not necessarily want to chaperone the upcoming field trip, er, well… He was not good at saying no.

Fortunately, he didn’t have to even try because, alas, a well-timed interruption! This meant he had successfully avoided committing to it, right? Right?

Er.

But what was this? Finneas got up on his two feet and followed behind Williamson. A frantic first year, a frantic Schmoe, Williamson, and an orange pygmy puff. What an interesting combination this was turning out to be. ”Er….. Ms. Taylor,” Finneas was trying to follow along, but many of the details that were being shared were far too far-fetched to be at all believable. Yesterday Schmoe would have taken her words seriously. Today Schmoe had learned that he needed to practice a healthy dosage of cynicism. Now was his time to shine! To show the world all that he had learned in the past half hour.

”Shouldn’t you be in class?” Very firm. Much foot down. So stern. ”Thank you for your concern, but errrr. I can assure you that your Headmaster would never endanger you or your classmates, he err.. He likes to do the opposite of that.” It was at this point in the program that Finneas turned to look up at Williamson…. For approval. Had he done okay? Was THIS taking charge? Did he pass? Was he ready to face another in-class mutiny?

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Williamson had to scrub at his face as the first year (of course it was THIS year's group of first years) immediately babbled on about some monster. And of course her story was corroborated, in her words, by another first year.

He looked instead at Schmoe, and Punkin, who had somehow taken to riding on Schmoe's shoulder. He gave the younger man a firm nod of approval at his answer. "That's right." Could he see how proud he was of his former pupil?! He was becoming such a ~~cynical~~ wise guy already! PROUD ~~PAPA~~ TEACHER HERE. "Listen to Professor Schmoe. The Headmaster doesn't even like the forest. Ask him about it sometime. Maybe not NOW, when you're supposed to be learning, but trust me."

Cue old-timer chuckle of confidence here.

"This is probably all just a big hypothetical. If anyone's capable of talking about the forest, it's him. You'll be fine. He's very talented at uh, Defense spells. Now get back to class." He made a gentle shooing motion with his hand.

They didn’t believe her. Of course they didn’t believe her. Her story sounded like some kind of nightmare. Honestly, Ivy kind of did FEEL like she was living in a nightmare. This was not at all what she had thought Hogwarts was going to be like. ”It’s true. I’m not making it up. I don’t tell lies. Pleeeaaaase believe me,” she sniffled through her tears which were threatening to turn into sobs. ”Professor Recard believed Ashley! She sent a - a Patronus to the Headmaster after Ashley and her friends got attacked. And there was the charms classroom! It was all destroyed.”

And now the desperate little first year did absolutely the only thing left for small little girls who were scared and needed help and desperately wanted their mommies...

She forced her way through the slightly open door and threw her arms around Professor Williamson’s middle, sobbing into his stomach, shaking all over. ”Please don’t send me back. Something is wrong. Something really bad is happening.”

ArianaBlack · 10-21-2020, 03:50 AM

Finneas felt a surge of pride when he saw the nod of approval from his former professor. Pride wasn't something Finneas felt a lot of in general, so this was a nice feeling that he'd like to continue feeling if circumstances allowed. "Errr.... Ms. Taylor, I can assure you that Headmaster Trent does not destroy classrooms in his spare time." Schmoe was also having a difficult time connecting the link between the circumstances she was describing and this class about the forbidden forest. They appeared to be independent of one another, no?

And it was in this moment that Finneas Schmoe found himself very grateful not to be the one being clung to at this moment. He'd always take the pygmy puff on his shoulder over a crying first year clung to his person.

BanaBatGirl · 10-22-2020, 02:00 AM

This just--- this just escalated quickly. This sobbing, crying, CLINGING TO HIM IN A HUG?! THING was NOT a good look for William W. Williamson, grumpy old dragon man.

He awkwardly patted the first year on the head, as though she were a hippogriff, then caught himself and patted her on the back instead. "Maybe you need to see the nurse instead," he mumbled, totally red-faced and looking at Schmoe for help this time. Now the teacher was the pupil. He had NO idea how to help crying children, or really, anyone crying, except maybe a baby mooncalf. What did he say to get her to stop?!

And what DID Trent have to do with destroying classrooms? "It's probably just Peeves, kiddo." Pat pat, awkward pat. Was she done sobbing and CLINGING to him yet? He wondered if he could pull himself away yet? His shirt was already feeling wet. "Remember when Peeves threw that snowball at you earlier this year?"

Because that DEFINITELY hadn't been him. Ahem. Just saying. The poltergeist was everywhere these days!

CruppieMom89 · 10-22-2020, 04:35 AM

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Finneas felt a surge of pride when he saw the nod of approval from his former professor. Pride wasn't something Finneas felt a lot of in general, so this was a nice feeling that he'd like to continue feeling if circumstances allowed. "Errr.... Ms. Taylor, I can assure you that Headmaster Trent does not destroy classrooms in his spare time." Schmoe was also having a difficult time connecting the link between the circumstances she was describing and this class about the forbidden forest. They appeared to be independent of one another, no?

And it was in this moment that Finneas Schmoe found himself very grateful not to be the one being clung to at this moment. He'd always take the pygmy puff on his shoulder over a crying first year clung to his person.

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This just--- this just escalated quickly. This sobbing, crying, CLINGING TO HIM IN A HUG?! THING was NOT a good look for William W. Williamson, grumpy old dragon man.

He awkwardly patted the first year on the head, as though she were a hippogriff, then caught himself and patted her on the back instead. "Maybe you need to see the nurse instead," he mumbled, totally red-faced and looking at Schmoe for help this time. Now the teacher was the pupil. He had NO idea how to help crying children, or really, anyone crying, except maybe a baby mooncalf. What did he say to get her to stop?!

And what DID Trent have to do with destroying classrooms? "It's probably just Peeves, kiddo." Pat pat, awkward pat. Was she done sobbing and CLINGING to him yet? He wondered if he could pull himself away yet? His shirt was already feeling wet. "Remember when Peeves threw that snowball at you earlier this year?"

Because that DEFINITELY hadn't been him. Ahem. Just saying. The poltergeist was everywhere these days!

”Professor! That was y-y-y-youuuuuu!” she wailed anew. They weren’t understanding, which only served to upset her more. Taking a few shuddering breaths, she pulled away from Professor Williamson and tried to calm down so she could explain better. ”I don’t think the Headmaster is destroying classrooms. I think the invisible thing Ashley saw destroyed the classrooms and now the Headmaster is, like, possessed by it or being controlled by it or something. It happens in the movies all the time! Mamie said bad things happen here all time. Well, she didn’t say bad she said unexpected, but I know she MEANT bad and just didn’t want to scare me.”

Her eyes darted between both men, willing one of them to believe her, to do something about it. ~~To save her friends from being eaten.~~ ”Come back to the classroom with me if you don’t believe me! You’ll see! He’s not right!”

ArianaBlack · 10-24-2020, 12:11 AM

See the thing is that, uh, Finneas? He also had no idea how to help crying children. It wasn't like he hadn't ever seen one his entire life, plenty of kids (Bernadette) shed tears (Bernadette) in his office (Bernadette). But err.... He didn't actually know how to stop it. And he was almost 93% sure that offering Ivy an assistantship position would not do the trick.

Finneas looked from the small child to his not-so-small colleague. "Ms. Taylor, er, while this is a very interesting theory... I'm, er, sure that your Headmaster would not be terribly happy to be accused of such thing. Are you sure you're feeling alright?" Finneas wanted to second the healer idea. "I would be happy to accompany you to the hospital wing if you feel that would be errr necessary?"

BanaBatGirl · 10-24-2020, 02:35 AM

Dang it!! He hadn't been fooling anyone with those snowballs! Williamson's face contorted into one of a bit pain, mostly because he simply didn't know what to do with this poor, wailing child. And Schmoe was no help here! Wasn't this something Muggles did too--- release their emotions?!

He sighed deeply and nodded at Schmoe, getting a bit of an idea. "Perhaps we can check the classroom first, and then we'll walk you to the hospital wing. BUT. No crying. There aren't boogie monsters destroying classrooms and the Headmaster isn't... er, possessed. You have to promise to let this go, Ivy, after we walk you back to class."

And also, could she let HIM go?

CruppieMom89 · 10-24-2020, 02:42 AM

”Yes! I’m sure I’m feeling alright,” she said through her tears to Professor Schmoe.

FINALLY! She was getting somewhere.

Standing back from him, Ivy put her hands on her hips with an indignant expression. ”Okay, deal. You come with me to class and if nothings wrong, the Healer can send me to St. Mungo’s for having a mental breakdown,” she agreed. Ivy was so sure that they were going to see exactly what she saw that it didn’t even occur to her that she might come out on the worse end of this deal.

Turning around, she started making her way from the staff room back to the classroom she just left which she expected to still be full of students looking at the Headmaster like he had just grown a second head.

ArianaBlack · 10-24-2020, 03:39 AM

Okay, so, errr... They were really doing this then? Finneas spared a look over at his former professor. Suppose there were worse ways to spend the day. And.... Er... With that, he began following behind the young child who was evidently taking the lead. They deserved a salary increase. At least no more tears, yeah? The tears were things of nightmares. Something he evidently had in common with Williamson.

Who would have thought?!

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