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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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Finneas felt a sharp pain in his stomach. The happenings of the feast (just a few hours ago) had, of course, left him without an appetite, however, the pain in his stomach had nothing to do with not eating. Instead, it had everything to do with the new Muggle Studies curriculum he was given at the staff briefing immediately after the feast.
Knowing that Lucien was expecting his suggested adjustments, Finneas quickly made his way for the man's office after having read through the material. He paused by the gargoyles, waiting for them to open way, before climbing up the stairs.
Finneas Schmoe was quaking in his figurative boots. He would be quaking in his literal boots too, but he wears loafers.
Anyway, AnYwAy, ANYWAY.
"Hu-hullo, Sir," he stumbled over his feet as he stepped into the office. "I have, er, I have looked at the, er, suggested curriculum for the term."
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With the official takeover of the school, and communication to the outside taken care of, the only thing left was the adjustments to the curriculum. All had been given the new ones to look over but Schmoe was the one he needed to see. It was crucial this one be done right, one way or the other.
"Good." He steepled his fingers together, elbow resting on the desk. "Have a seat, I assume you have something to say."
Lucien had a few things to say as well, but he would let he man have the first word. Afterall, it was the last ones that really matter.
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Finneas bobbed his head up and down as he moved to take a seat. He didn't feel like sitting. How could he sit at a time like this? But, er, he sat down anyway.
"Errr yes," Finneas was never good with confrontation, he avoided it as best he could. There was a reason why he was sorted into Hufflepuff House and not Gryffindor. But this was something he could not compromise on. Finneas Schmoe had to draw the line somewhere.
Without making eye contact, he took the file he had been given and set it on the..... Headmaster's desk and took a moment to brace himself.
"I won't be teaching this material. I cannot.... with a clear conscience, teach our students something so backwards."
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A chuckle escaped the man's lips. It was dark in nature and warned of nothing but ill intent. "There seems to be some misunderstanding. You, my good man, have responded as if you have any real choice." This was a takeover. Exactly what part of the term was the man unsure of? Did he need it all spelled out for him?
"You will be adjusting your lessons to better fit the ideals of the Neo-Alliance. You will do so as scheduled beginning tomorrow afternoon and you will continue doing so until you no longer work here."
Perhaps more definitive language would help him come around. "There's no need for senseless violence among our own kind. Don't make me have to hurt you. It's the longer road to the ultimate ending." In the end, they would win. Everyone could get in line, or they could fight THEN get in line.
"But in the end, I suppose in some way it is your choice."
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The malicious chuckle sent a shiver down the entirety of Schmoe's whole lanky noodle body. He wasn't cut out for this life.
He would have folded immediately had it not been for the children. He thought of Ms. Grantham, Ms. Blackthorne, and Mr. Stover in particular... all of whom had given him their trust and had found a safe-haven in the muggle studies classroom. What kind of teacher would he be to turn his backs on them after having promised to keep them safe? What kind of teacher would he be to tell them that they were illegitimate? That their parents were dirt?
"Then, errr, th-then I have made my choice. I will not betray my students."
A little pitchy, but Rosier was a scary man. It was the best Schmoe could manage.
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"I understand." Truly, he did. "Allow me to offer you an alternative perspective."
His expression was a neutral one. There was no malice in his eyes. On the contrary, if you paid close enough attention, you would realise the man was almost...amused. This was the stand Schmoe would take? He had to admit it was not entirely surprising, but the bumbling dolt was not exactly the first on his list of those who needed "taking care of".
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He......... Understood? Well, that was much less painful than he thought it'd be!
Wait!
Nope!
Spoke too soon!
Pain galore!!!!!!
Hearing movement from behind, Finneas jumped out of the chair and turned to face the group that had emerged from the shadows. Instinctively, Schmoe reached for his wand though he knew he stood no real chance the moment he saw how many of them there were.
And before he knew it, pain shot through the entire length of his body. It was a pain far worse than anything he had ever experienced in his life. He would've begged for mercy, had he not been busy crying out. His skin was burning. Each crucio weakened his resolve and his cries slowly turned to whimpers as he twitching body crumbled on the floor.
Was he unconscious yet? Because he'd really, really like to be.
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Lucien eased back in his chair, an impassive expression slipping into place as the group moved out from the shadows. He had been nothing if not patient with Finneas. Had outlined his expectations and how they would be moving forward. To have this thrown back in his face, no it did not sit well with him.
The Headmaster remained silent throughout the little "show", waving a hand lazily when he wished them to stop.
"I'll ask again. Are we going to have any problems doing what I've asked?"
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Though the cruciatuses had stopped, the pain lingered. Finneas twitched on the ground, trying to regain his senses. With the way his ears rang, he could hardly even register Lucien's words. But with the little strength he had left, Finneas managed to whimper, "N-N-no, n-no Sir. N-no pr-problems."
The lesser of two evils; it wasn't really a choice... Was it? If teaching the new curriculum meant protecting the students from facing the same fate he had endured only seconds ago, then Finneas Schmoe knew he must concede. Would they ever forgive him for this?
The searing pain kept him from lingering on this thought any further, but it did make one thing very clear: Lucien Rosier will hurt anyone in his way.... And Merlin forbid the wand be turned towards a student the next time.
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The impassive look broke into a pleasant smile. "I'm glad we could come to an agreement. I trust further meetings of this nature will be unnecessary." His tone had changed markedly as well. It was also almost....pleasant.
"The Inquisitorial Squad will see you back to your office, ensure you get there safely. Again, the alliance thanks you for your cooperation and understanding. A new world is coming, Finneas. We've got hands in every part of Europe. You'll be remembered fondly when the books are written."
Lucien waved a hand at his little crew, gesturing that he was done with the dufus. It was on to bigger and better things now that this little hitch was smoothed over.
"Do let me know if any others require such meetings." They would be his eyes around the castle. Far more reliable than the prefects ever would have been.
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Finneas twitched on the ground some more. It was a miracle that he was still conscious at all. He cowered as the inquisitorial squad was signaled over and struggled to stand up on his feet. His whole body had gone limp. Perhaps he would simply crawl back to his office.
As for words, Finneas had none left to offer.
There was nothing more that could be done.
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Once everything was in place, Alphonsine sent a message to her brother letting him know that she had two of them items that they needed to make their mission truly successful. And knowing that he had the third, they would all soon be reunited.
She was still so torn up inside over the regretful but very necessary act she committed inside the Ministry quite recently, but she tried to push that out of her mind and focus on the plans forward. Still, she knew how pleased Sebastijan would have been to see their mission succeed. He hadn't lived long enough to know that they possessed all three items...
She couldn't think about that now. This was too important.
It was in the dead of night when they were to meet, a time that students were certain to be in bed, if they knew what was good for them. Under the cover of darkness, Alphonsine slipped inside the castle and made her way to the Headmaster's office to deliver the goods.
Once gestured over, the small group approached Schmoe. They grabbed at his limbs, effortlessly hoisting him up. He could struggle all he wanted, they would be seeing him back to his office.
It was getting to being the man's bedtime afterall.
They took the Muggle Studies Professor and made their exit.
Once everything was in place, Alphonsine sent a message to her brother letting him know that she had two of them items that they needed to make their mission truly successful. And knowing that he had the third, they would all soon be reunited.
She was still so torn up inside over the regretful but very necessary act she committed inside the Ministry quite recently, but she tried to push that out of her mind and focus on the plans forward. Still, she knew how pleased Sebastijan would have been to see their mission succeed. He hadn't lived long enough to know that they possessed all three items...
She couldn't think about that now. This was too important.
It was in the dead of night when they were to meet, a time that students were certain to be in bed, if they knew what was good for them. Under the cover of darkness, Alphonsine slipped inside the castle and made her way to the Headmaster's office to deliver the goods.
All the pieces of the puzzle were coming together nicely--literally. Alphonsine's message came at the right time.
The school fell without too much effort. His followers were being put to good use, the professors had been clued in on what was expected and he was prepared to do away with any child who proved too much effort. There was an entire movement to concern himself with. Lucien did not have the time nor the patience, not least of all when he didn't actually need them. Shaving off the problematic ones would certainly make his life easier.
He waited for her now by the stone gargoyles, as anxious to see her as he was to receive the items she had with her.
All the pieces of the puzzle were coming together nicely--literally. Alphonsine's message came at the right time.
The school fell without too much effort. His followers were being put to good use, the professors had been clued in on what was expected and he was prepared to do away with any child who proved too much effort. There was an entire movement to concern himself with. Lucien did not have the time nor the patience, not least of all when he didn't actually need them. Shaving off the problematic ones would certainly make his life easier.
He waited for her now by the stone gargoyles, as anxious to see her as he was to receive the items she had with her.
Alphonsine's eyes fell upon her brother as she neared the stone gargoyles outside his office, and she subconsciously quickened her step as she approached him. Even in the shadows of the corridor, she could see that it was his own face again, one she hadn't seen in so long under the cover of his impersonation. And she was glad to see it again. It really was an improvement, if not just familiar and beloved.
Her smile as she greeted him was more than her usual mysterious one; it was genuine. She was pleased to see him, pleased with all their progress and the hard work that would be so worth it when all was said and done. It was all within their grasp now.
"Lucien. How good to see you." She was eager to hear about how the take-over was going and the next phase of their mission, but first things first. "I believe I have some things for you."
Alphonsine's eyes fell upon her brother as she neared the stone gargoyles outside his office, and she subconsciously quickened her step as she approached him. Even in the shadows of the corridor, she could see that it was his own face again, one she hadn't seen in so long under the cover of his impersonation. And she was glad to see it again. It really was an improvement, if not just familiar and beloved.
Her smile as she greeted him was more than her usual mysterious one; it was genuine. She was pleased to see him, pleased with all their progress and the hard work that would be so worth it when all was said and done. It was all within their grasp now.
"Lucien. How good to see you." She was eager to hear about how the take-over was going and the next phase of their mission, but first things first. "I believe I have some things for you."
His own smile broke free at the sight of his sister, a familiar and comforting sight in the midst of the...rather exciting developments. It had all gone so well. Being around her, it made him feel young again, like a child in a candy shop told he could get whatever he wanted. Were he another man, he may have squealed.
But he was not, and thus was still relatively composed.
Lucien pulled his sister closer, wrapping her in a warm hug. He needed it and she was the only one he would ever consider giving one to. Everything was happening so quickly. Their plan was unfolding in smoother fashion than even he could imagine and it almost left him giddy.
"It's been too long." He admitted freely, planting a brief kiss on either cheek. The alliance's mission, the well laid plans, they all meant less time with the only family he had left but Merlin would it be worth it in the end.
"Let's head upstairs. You can fill me in on the progress within the ministry." And he could fill her in on the castle that was now theirs. This was a great day. "I want to know everything."
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The walk from the tower to Trent's office felt very long this time around, especially seeing the eyes of students, but Cassie did not let that falter her. She kept her head up and gave them encouraging smiles as she went. They were the reason she was a professor and she wouldn't let them see any fear in her at the moment. She never exactly told the kids to be defiant, but she wasn't going to stand by when eleven year olds were getting harmed, it was the first day of classes for Merlin's sake.
Taking a deep breath she followed him into the office and stood at the door. She didn't speak, knowing she shouldn't until he spoke and she didn't sit, because honestly she just wanted to stay standing, but if he requested she would most likely sit. Her thoughts were going in many different directions as she looked around the office.
His own smile broke free at the sight of his sister, a familiar and comforting sight in the midst of the...rather exciting developments. It had all gone so well. Being around her, it made him feel young again, like a child in a candy shop told he could get whatever he wanted. Were he another man, he may have squealed.
But he was not, and thus was still relatively composed.
Lucien pulled his sister closer, wrapping her in a warm hug. He needed it and she was the only one he would ever consider giving one to. Everything was happening so quickly. Their plan was unfolding in smoother fashion than even he could imagine and it almost left him giddy.
"It's been too long." He admitted freely, planting a brief kiss on either cheek. The alliance's mission, the well laid plans, they all meant less time with the only family he had left but Merlin would it be worth it in the end.
"Let's head upstairs. You can fill me in on the progress within the ministry." And he could fill her in on the castle that was now theirs. This was a great day. "I want to know everything."
Alphonsine threw her arms around her brother as he pulled her into a hug, as eager for the embrace as she was to show him what she brought. It really had been too long, and he was one of the few people around whom she could truly let her guard down. And she really was excited to see him, not just to revel in their mission's continued successes, but simply to be reunited with her twin brother again after all their hard work in separate institutions.
"Certainly. I can't wait to see your office," she added with an amused smile as she pulled back and glanced at the gargoyles before she'd follow him in. Now that the office was truly his. What an exciting time to see their vision realised.
"Of course. The Ministry is well under our control, the Minister is right where we need him... but yes, let me fill you in on all the details," she agreed, hesitating only slightly as she tried to keep her voice from faltering at the end. As well as everything had been going according to plan, Alphonsine still hadn't told Lucien about Sebastijan. And she wasn't sure how he'd take the death of their closest childhood friend and ally at her hands. She'd never want to disappoint him. But she was certain that he'd understand that she had no choice and that it was for the greater good.
The walk from the tower to Trent's office felt very long this time around, especially seeing the eyes of students, but Cassie did not let that falter her. She kept her head up and gave them encouraging smiles as she went. They were the reason she was a professor and she wouldn't let them see any fear in her at the moment. She never exactly told the kids to be defiant, but she wasn't going to stand by when eleven year olds were getting harmed, it was the first day of classes for Merlin's sake.
Taking a deep breath she followed him into the office and stood at the door. She didn't speak, knowing she shouldn't until he spoke and she didn't sit, because honestly she just wanted to stay standing, but if he requested she would most likely sit. Her thoughts were going in many different directions as she looked around the office.
Yes, it really was only the first day of school. You would think--at least he did--that the Professors would try to make this as smooth a transition as possible. Lucien certainly expected the professors to set an example for the students to follow. It was simple, stay calm and carry on. He hadn't taken the castle with the aim of hurting anyone necessarily. It was a product of their own resistance.
Rosier settled into his seat, not caring whether she took the one opposite him or not.
"I've already read the report." There was no need to rehash it. "But I'd like to hear from you before we take this matter any further." Yes, he wanted to hear it from her own mouth. The man was very interested in Kitridge's thought process and what all she thought she was doing.
"Let's see if we can't come to an understanding together. Why have you been brought here?"
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Alphonsine threw her arms around her brother as he pulled her into a hug, as eager for the embrace as she was to show him what she brought. It really had been too long, and he was one of the few people around whom she could truly let her guard down. And she really was excited to see him, not just to revel in their mission's continued successes, but simply to be reunited with her twin brother again after all their hard work in separate institutions.
"Certainly. I can't wait to see your office," she added with an amused smile as she pulled back and glanced at the gargoyles before she'd follow him in. Now that the office was truly his. What an exciting time to see their vision realised.
"Of course. The Ministry is well under our control, the Minister is right where we need him... but yes, let me fill you in on all the details," she agreed, hesitating only slightly as she tried to keep her voice from faltering at the end. As well as everything had been going according to plan, Alphonsine still hadn't told Lucien about Sebastijan. And she wasn't sure how he'd take the death of their closest childhood friend and ally at her hands. She'd never want to disappoint him. But she was certain that he'd understand that she had no choice and that it was for the greater good.
Lucien led the way up the spiral stairs, holding the door for her once they got to the top. "I haven't had much time to redecorate. You wouldn't believe how much work has come with keeping this lot in line. I swear half of them want to die before they ever have a chance of seeing the new world we create." The level of defiance. The levels of absolute 'let me see how angry I can make the Headmaster'. They were off the charts--even for Hogwarts brats.
Rather than take the seat by his desk, Lucien moved over to the couch, all the better for a comfy chat with his sister. If even just for the moment, the weight of the entire operation felt as if it were being lifted from his shoulders and he would allow himself this breather.
"Come, sit." He patted the empty spot. "Speaking of the minister, I'll be needing something else from him. Won't be much longer before parents start noticing there are no "I want to come home, send more cookies" owls from their darling children. That will be...problematic in these early stages." He trusted she knew what he meant and was already thinking up ways to take care of it.
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She wasn't sure what to expect and seriously a report was not it. What report was he even talking about. Her eyes swept the area at the two that were in her classroom before turning back to him. "I can only assume your colleagues sent for you after I asked them to join my lesson and not to harm young first years that haven't even learned a spell yet."
She had tried to even include the men in her lessons so that they could be a part of it and see what the students were learning, but they just wanted to take doorways away and harm children. "I am all for following rules, but I can't just stand by when young children are being harmed. It has always been my experience that people will follow you if they respect you, not be afraid of you. Also, I would like to point out it is a safety issue for removing doors from rooms." She was being polite, but she wanted to get her views across of the dangers that were found during that lesson.
Lucien led the way up the spiral stairs, holding the door for her once they got to the top. "I haven't had much time to redecorate. You wouldn't believe how much work has come with keeping this lot in line. I swear half of them want to die before they ever have a chance of seeing the new world we create." The level of defiance. The levels of absolute 'let me see how angry I can make the Headmaster'. They were off the charts--even for Hogwarts brats.
Rather than take the seat by his desk, Lucien moved over to the couch, all the better for a comfy chat with his sister. If even just for the moment, the weight of the entire operation felt as if it were being lifted from his shoulders and he would allow himself this breather.
"Come, sit." He patted the empty spot. "Speaking of the minister, I'll be needing something else from him. Won't be much longer before parents start noticing there are no "I want to come home, send more cookies" owls from their darling children. That will be...problematic in these early stages." He trusted she knew what he meant and was already thinking up ways to take care of it.
"But yes, tell me everything."
Alphonsine followed in behind Lucien and she took in a cursory glance around the room and at the portraits on the wall before settling into a seat on the couch beside her brother. She'd agree that it could use a touch of redecorating, but that was of little importance right now in relation to everything else.
"Are the children really giving you that much trouble?" she asked curiously as she considered it a moment before nodding to herself. "Change can sometimes be difficult, especially when they can't yet see the whole vision." Children were notoriously short-sighted. "But they will bend. Young ones are spirited, but they're also so malleable. They'll soon understand how much better this will be for all of wizardkind." And if they didn't - there were always a few rogue dissidents who felt the need to rebel - she had no doubt that Lucien would swiftly take care of the issue. They'd come too far to let a few unruly children disrupt their mission.
"And the staff are falling in line?" She could help work a few enchantments that way, if needed, but it seemed as though Lucien had that under control as well. Adults could be sometimes more resistance to change, at least publicly, but she was sure many of them felt the same way the Neo-Alliance did, even if they had not felt able to express those sentiments before now.
Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a neatly folded cloak, running her hand over the silky, silvery material with a near reverence before presenting it to her brother. "Beautiful, isn't it? Bain has been serving us well." In fact, she'd been quite impressed with his work within the Ministry as well as his retrieving one of the cloak, more than she thought she would be.
And speaking of the Ministry, "Yes, I can see how that might be an issue for parents, but perhaps some public messages from the Minister would be reassuring. He's very trusted within the community and he even has a granddaughter who goes to school here." He went on and on incessantly about her. But they would need to cover all those details as well, and she did have the Minister's ear so she could easily make that happen. "I think that might go a long way to help make this transition run smoothly."
Reaching into her bag once again, she allowed her fingers to curl around the elder wand within, not yet pulling it out into the open.
It had taken Kale several hype sessions (see: choreographed big hair lip syncing routines to We’re Not Gonna Take It by The Twisted Sisters) to have the courage to finally face the man that PROBS killed his Dad. Minus the whole shoe incident in DADA. After that disaster, he had been petrified to face him and the office that used to be, like, a second home to the fifth year.
Huh. The door to the Headmaster’s Office was strangely haunting. Kale was so scared that his knees were visibly knocking.
Even so, he knew he had to see him. That horrible, swamp-donkey-faced pretender had taken up residence in his father’s office. The office that had pictures of his family sittin’ on the desk.
He could be brave. Or he could try. He wanted those pictures back. It didn’t feel right having them in the hands of that crusty oil monster. If his Dad was— phew, Kale had to taken a deep breath to power through the thought— dead, he needed those pictures back.
She wasn't sure what to expect and seriously a report was not it. What report was he even talking about. Her eyes swept the area at the two that were in her classroom before turning back to him. "I can only assume your colleagues sent for you after I asked them to join my lesson and not to harm young first years that haven't even learned a spell yet."
She had tried to even include the men in her lessons so that they could be a part of it and see what the students were learning, but they just wanted to take doorways away and harm children. "I am all for following rules, but I can't just stand by when young children are being harmed. It has always been my experience that people will follow you if they respect you, not be afraid of you. Also, I would like to point out it is a safety issue for removing doors from rooms." She was being polite, but she wanted to get her views across of the dangers that were found during that lesson.
"Sounds to me like you're trying to interfere with the disciplining of the students." The man summed things up as much. The first sentence, of wanting the squad to join the class, it was ridiculous enough for him to ignore it entirely.
"The Inquisitorial Squad is not there to mix and mingle. They ensure things go as they should. If they were punishing the students, it means they were not falling in line. We've made it very clear. If they get hurt, it's on them. If you interfere, you become a part of the problem."
Was she seeing where this was going?
"Professors are not above correction."
He gestured with a finger for the squad to come forward, wordlessly passing on his orders.
SPOILER!!: Sister dearest
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Alphonsine followed in behind Lucien and she took in a cursory glance around the room and at the portraits on the wall before settling into a seat on the couch beside her brother. She'd agree that it could use a touch of redecorating, but that was of little importance right now in relation to everything else.
"Are the children really giving you that much trouble?" she asked curiously as she considered it a moment before nodding to herself. "Change can sometimes be difficult, especially when they can't yet see the whole vision." Children were notoriously short-sighted. "But they will bend. Young ones are spirited, but they're also so malleable. They'll soon understand how much better this will be for all of wizardkind." And if they didn't - there were always a few rogue dissidents who felt the need to rebel - she had no doubt that Lucien would swiftly take care of the issue. They'd come too far to let a few unruly children disrupt their mission.
"And the staff are falling in line?" She could help work a few enchantments that way, if needed, but it seemed as though Lucien had that under control as well. Adults could be sometimes more resistance to change, at least publicly, but she was sure many of them felt the same way the Neo-Alliance did, even if they had not felt able to express those sentiments before now.
Reaching into her bag, she pulled out a neatly folded cloak, running her hand over the silky, silvery material with a near reverence before presenting it to her brother. "Beautiful, isn't it? Bain has been serving us well." In fact, she'd been quite impressed with his work within the Ministry as well as his retrieving one of the cloak, more than she thought she would be.
And speaking of the Ministry, "Yes, I can see how that might be an issue for parents, but perhaps some public messages from the Minister would be reassuring. He's very trusted within the community and he even has a granddaughter who goes to school here." He went on and on incessantly about her. But they would need to cover all those details as well, and she did have the Minister's ear so she could easily make that happen. "I think that might go a long way to help make this transition run smoothly."
Reaching into her bag once again, she allowed her fingers to curl around the elder wand within, not yet pulling it out into the open.
"They're....as spirited as always." Read: rude, disrespectful and begging for the sweet release of death. "Like to present challenges however I like to think I've shown them that I mean business. If not," He shrugged, nonchalance dripping with each word he spoke. "What's a few fewer brats who can't acclimate to our new world." He didn't need them all, something they should think about before they decided to back talk him and do the most.
As for the staff...
"The staff...are learning. As you've said, change can be a bit difficult at first but we're also falling onto the same page. We agree the safety of the students is meant to be up on our list of priorities. The rest...has taken care of itself." The Squad was being put to good use and he expected reinforcements soon enough.
Lucien took the cloak, silently looking it over for a moment. It was, as his sister said, rather beautiful, and now it belonged to them. He nodded his agreement. Bain was not incompetent--which was to the man's benefit.
"The message will buy us enough time. Let's see the wand." The thing he was most eager to receive.
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It had taken Kale several hype sessions (see: choreographed big hair lip syncing routines to We’re Not Gonna Take It by The Twisted Sisters) to have the courage to finally face the man that PROBS killed his Dad. Minus the whole shoe incident in DADA. After that disaster, he had been petrified to face him and the office that used to be, like, a second home to the fifth year.
Huh. The door to the Headmaster’s Office was strangely haunting. Kale was so scared that his knees were visibly knocking.
Even so, he knew he had to see him. That horrible, swamp-donkey-faced pretender had taken up residence in his father’s office. The office that had pictures of his family sittin’ on the desk.
He could be brave. Or he could try. He wanted those pictures back. It didn’t feel right having them in the hands of that crusty oil monster. If his Dad was— phew, Kale had to taken a deep breath to power through the thought— dead, he needed those pictures back.
So Kale Trent lifted his fist and knocked.
What now?
The Headmaster hadn't been expecting anyone. He had things to do and arrangements to finalise. Merlin help him if it was just another unruly student or staff member. He didn't have time for the constant defiance. It was getting old.
Flicking his wand, Lucien watched the door swing open before returning to the report he'd been reading.
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