Rebecca Davenport
Hogwarts Staff
Ravenclaw Head of House Professor COMC & Arithmancy
watch where you step please
Posts: 698
|
Post by Rebecca Davenport on Apr 23, 2006 19:02:27 GMT -5
She had left the Shrieking Shack, rounded up all of the students and chaperones, herded the five witnesses to the Headmistress's office after ordering the rest of the children to their common rooms. It was barely noon and she was already exhausted, physically on top of emotionally.
She sank into a chair and rubbed a hand over her face, trying to push out the headache that was threatening. She hadn't known Madame Thorne well, but that didn't take away the shock that one of their own had been murdered. How this would affect the school, she didn't know.
|
|
|
Post by selena on Apr 23, 2006 19:08:34 GMT -5
"It's true isn't it?" Selena asked entering the room. She had been in the hospital wing when she heard the news and she had left for once. "Are any students injured? Any that I would need to tend to? Oh wait a minute, the students, they're still all living correct?" She was always thinking about the students health and well-being. She sat down in the first chair available.
|
|
Rebecca Davenport
Hogwarts Staff
Ravenclaw Head of House Professor COMC & Arithmancy
watch where you step please
Posts: 698
|
Post by Rebecca Davenport on Apr 23, 2006 19:15:20 GMT -5
"Madame Thorne is dead," Becca said, still rubbing her temples and giving a long sigh. "The students are fine. A few cuts and scrapes from an unusual blast, but nothing serious physically. I'm a bit concerned about their mental states though. Some of them had strange looks about them."
|
|
|
Post by selena on Apr 23, 2006 19:25:24 GMT -5
"How did it happen?" Selena questioned. "Who is responsible for this? Was she targeted or was it random? Forgive me if you know none of this. I just feel the need to ask someone. And where exactly are the rest of the staff?" She sat there, tense and nervous.
|
|
Banks Gallaudet
Wizard
Retired Professor
All the Pain held in Your hands are shaking Cold;;Your hands are Mine to hold
Posts: 419
|
Post by Banks Gallaudet on Apr 23, 2006 21:13:17 GMT -5
Banks had almost broken out into a run when he had been notified someone had been killed. He had no idea who it was, and of course his first thought was Tamis. If it had been a student, all hell would break loose. He wasn't even sure if the school could survive. The students would be taken out left and right.
Rounding the corner toward the staff antechamber, Banks forced himself to slow down and take a breath. Entering the room, Banks glanced around at the two women already in the room. Hearing the questions of Ms. Johnson, he bit his lip. She had said it was a her that was murdered. He opened his mouth to ask, but closed it not necessarily wanting to hear who had been murdered.
|
|
Robert Shaw
Wizard
Criminal
I was a child once, the fear of the world in my eye
Posts: 1,033
|
Post by Robert Shaw on Apr 23, 2006 21:41:27 GMT -5
It was madness, sheer madness, his past was repeating itself and he could blatantly see it. All of it, happening again. He entered the room looking paler than any day he'd bothered to take ill while at residence in the school, it was simply impossible. He had talked to the woman just before the holidays in her office, only known a few months and dead? Impossible, strictly impossible.
He managed a deep breath and pulled himself up a chair, allowing his head to rest silently on his arms. Silent tears from the past came flooding back with a vigorous force. This was now what he expected his first year back to Hogwarts to contain, not in the slightest.
Flashback after flashback struck him, memory after memory, like a deer in the headlights he now had nowhere to go, the staff under as mcuh a lockdown as the students. Madness... But he saw the signs.
Something, was on the rise, but what?
|
|
|
Post by ryderh on Apr 24, 2006 0:19:19 GMT -5
Ryder had been a bit late on getting the news. It had taken longer than he had thought it would to make a deal with Trinton. Sure, they weren't new brooms, but even a used Nimbus was tons better than any of the Cleansweeps hiding in the broom shed.
As he approached the Three Broomsticks, hoping to bump into someone for drinks, the man found a small group of students huddled together just outside, looking quite puzzled. After they told what they knew, which wasn't much, Ryder escorted them back to the castle, parting at the Entrance Hall after he made sure they were heading where they were supposed to and then heading into the Staff Room. He quickly took in the scene, noticed who was missing, and took a seat.
"Rebecca? Are you okay?" Ryder found himself asking. The others looked perfectly fine, he supposed. He really didn't think to check on them.
|
|
|
Post by dinn on Apr 24, 2006 16:32:57 GMT -5
Elliot all but stomped into the staffroom, threw his bulk down into a chair and immediately started kneading at his forehead and eyes with one hand. His usual dark countenance was further sullied by the most harrassed and morbid expression of dire despair. Slytherin House was in positive chaos, although most of them seemed to be more disappointed about their breif holiday cut short than the only slightly earlier death of an already ancient professor who taught a class most of them didn't even attend. Doggerel couldn't help but be somewhat ashamed on their part. Morbid little beasts. But then, he was ashamed of himself, glad for the abrupt change of pace. The behavoir of his students would be excellent fodder for a new book on delinquincy and their desentizeation of violence.
"I'd like to remind you all," he spoke up loudly without raising his eyes to his fellow staff members, "that you're to refer any questions any Aurors ask about me to me. Run your mouths off about me and you'll regret it."
|
|
Robert Shaw
Wizard
Criminal
I was a child once, the fear of the world in my eye
Posts: 1,033
|
Post by Robert Shaw on Apr 24, 2006 17:22:45 GMT -5
The man's entree had forced him to wipe his eyes, as had the fact that he was among colleagues, ones who were showing far less grief than he and had known the woman just as long if at all. So he was inferior, but that didn't mean he was comepletely out of right.
The man's words struck more than one chord in him, he had skipped too many a deaths from his time, too many funerals and graves gone unvisited due to cowardice. He was not going to be a coward any longer. Which, would certainly explain the anger found in his voice when he spat back to Doggerel's words.
"Need I remind you, sir that your reputation is no longer the only thing on the line here anymore?" Robert said, his eyes finding the man's and locking. He was almost ready to rise form his chair wand drawn, but he had enough rationality contained in him to refrain from such.
Madness indeed.
|
|
|
Post by dinn on Apr 24, 2006 17:35:16 GMT -5
Only then did Doggerel look up and glare at Shaw derisively. "Honestly, Shaw, this is no time for heroics. If we waste our time blubbering the Ministry will be in here before we know it and we won't be able to turn around without checking in. I suppose you like having the students confined to commonrooms. How many fires have you had to put out in the last two hours?" he snapped. He wasn't looking for an answer.
"Where is her body now?" he asked candidly.
|
|
Robert Shaw
Wizard
Criminal
I was a child once, the fear of the world in my eye
Posts: 1,033
|
Post by Robert Shaw on Apr 24, 2006 17:48:46 GMT -5
The verbal duel would continue, Doggerel's attempt to shun him silent would do exactly the opposite. "I don't enjoy it and for your mental tally no fires, or severe mishaps to be reported, does it come as a surprise to you?" He questioned before adding.
"Heroics?! I find it a tad appaling that a woman, a colleague is dead and the first words from your mouth concern your reputation. That should take second seat here."
|
|
|
Post by roxanneashford on Apr 24, 2006 19:29:47 GMT -5
"Cut it out, both of you."
Roxanne, having recieved an urgent owl to her office had practically raced through the halls of Hogwarts to get to the staff meeting quicker. A teacher dead?! What was the world coming to? What happened to the days when people could easily meander about and not worry about getting hurt or killed? Society these days...
"This bickering isn't going to bring her back. Honestly. Focus on the matter at hand." Roxanne said, seemingly an incredibly different person than usual. The news struck some sort of cord with her, and when something was of serious matter she did respond appropriately.
Crossing her arms to herself, Roxanne seemed to quiet herself and lean back against a wall as she observed the other professors. She wanted to say something else, but she stopped herself. Someone else would most likely speak now, and Roxanne wasn't one for formal debate.
|
|
|
Post by lainee on Apr 24, 2006 19:40:52 GMT -5
Lainee sat in a chair one hand clutched at her throat while the other hung ueslessly at her side. Lainee couldn't believe it and the same words repeated in her head. Dead...dead...dead... Lainee could feel tears well up in her eyes. She didn't even know the lady that well. She should have been there with her. She should have been a friend. Lainee shook her head. What did she get herself into.
|
|
|
Post by dinn on Apr 24, 2006 21:19:15 GMT -5
No one seemed to be listening to him, everyone all hung up on what should be done in a situation like this when he knew exactly what needed to be done in a situation like this.
"I said, where is her body now?" he pressed more firmly and even more tactlessly. He looked from face to face for some hint that someone knew what was going on. "Is she still laying about in Hogsmeade...?" he suggested sarcastically.
|
|
|
Post by kiryakov on Apr 24, 2006 23:00:21 GMT -5
Elisaveta half-stumbled into the staffroom, behind several of the other staff members. With a groan, she half-sat, half-leaned against the arm of one of the chairs, reaching up to brush strands of hair that refused to stay in her twisted braid out of her eyes. She wasn't entirely sure what to offer to the conversation, as a relative newcomer to the staff. Still, when Doggerel's snide comments reached her ears, Elisaveta couldn't help but stand up, stock-straight and glare at the man as if he was a student refusing to pay attention in class.
Don't do it, the Astronomy professor chided herself, breathing deeply and grinding her nails into the palm of her hand. Roxanne was right--the bickering wouldn't solve a thing. With a sigh, she collapsed back onto the arm of the chair, still shooting daggers in Doggerel's direction.
|
|