Post by Tamis Raynor on Jun 23, 2008 18:10:16 GMT -5
22 December 2008
Midway Through the Pox Outbreak
Conflict was not a term the Headmistress was unaccustomed to. It existed in the world everyday, inflicting the lives of the individuals inhabiting it with its fury constantly. Often when one thought of the word they associated it with such concepts as war (like what was on the verge of happening with the Deva), matrimony disputes (her current lack of said matrimony), misunderstandings between employer and employee (Griffths), and the good old fashion State versus the education system on issues such as Dragon Pox(self explanatory). However, she never quite expected to have to implore the word when addressing the relationship between a fifth year Gryffindor prefect and herself.
It was an issue Raynor had been putting off for some time now. The accusatory vandalism on the school wall the other year. The barely concealed (or perhaps not so concealed) hateful looks in passing. The reaction when she had substituted for Devin’s Transfiguration class. The issues of Hogwarts Happenings. And, the whispered hints cryptically dropped by the former Headperson Portraits. All of it she had contritely ignored.
It was, in fact, completely out of character for the woman. A woman that often demanded respect from others with little tolerance if the demand was not met. A woman that had, until almost a year ago, made damn sure that her reputation as such remained crystalline. So, why had she tolerated all of it without discipline, without consequences? Because this was personal.
Felicity Hjort until last term had been just another face; and a recent face at that. A transfer student that was sorted into Gryffindor, did fairly decent academically, and seemed to gain a circle of friends quickly and with ease. In other words, there had been little reason for a Ravenclaw Head of House or Deputy Headmistress in charge of discipline to give her more than a passing thought. Those at the top of Raynor’s radar had either been “troublemakers” or Ravenclaws as both of those had been the priorities of her career. Now all the students were her priority. And Hjort had weaseled her way to the top of the list. Why? Raynor did not know, but she planned on finding out.
Whatever it was, it was personal. Not against the Headmistress. Not against the (former) Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Whatever it was, was directed at Tamis Raynor the woman. And for that, it had slid to the bottom of her priority list. As long as it dealt with Raynor and did not affect others, she would deal with the issues that did affect the rest of the school… like the Dragon Pox. As Christmas drew near, mere days, the strain of the outbreak was becoming obvious. No one appreciated confinement. But with how contagious the disease was… there had been little choice. Sacrifices.
It was one thing to have the school invaded by a true evil. But to have it effected by such a thing as an illness… so close to the anniversary of the Invasion. It was almost more than she could bear. She wanted a distraction, another issue to occupy her. And most of all, she felt she owed something to Felicity Hjort. The girl had been tortured and she had never talked to her about it. The girl, no, young woman, held something against her, and Raynor had continued to ignore it. Now with that anniversary so near… she could not ignore it any longer.
It was not the Headmistress that stood in the middle of what she had begun to call the “Foyer” of the circular office, but Tamis Raynor. And it had been Tam that had sent the owl requesting the Gryffindor to her office today. It had stated the place and time only with her signature clearly on the bottom for verification.
Somehow, Raynor felt that she was initiating a battle that she did not know how to prepare for. Grudgingly, she wondered if she should have removed the valuables from the room and possible harms way.
Midway Through the Pox Outbreak
Conflict was not a term the Headmistress was unaccustomed to. It existed in the world everyday, inflicting the lives of the individuals inhabiting it with its fury constantly. Often when one thought of the word they associated it with such concepts as war (like what was on the verge of happening with the Deva), matrimony disputes (her current lack of said matrimony), misunderstandings between employer and employee (Griffths), and the good old fashion State versus the education system on issues such as Dragon Pox(self explanatory). However, she never quite expected to have to implore the word when addressing the relationship between a fifth year Gryffindor prefect and herself.
It was an issue Raynor had been putting off for some time now. The accusatory vandalism on the school wall the other year. The barely concealed (or perhaps not so concealed) hateful looks in passing. The reaction when she had substituted for Devin’s Transfiguration class. The issues of Hogwarts Happenings. And, the whispered hints cryptically dropped by the former Headperson Portraits. All of it she had contritely ignored.
It was, in fact, completely out of character for the woman. A woman that often demanded respect from others with little tolerance if the demand was not met. A woman that had, until almost a year ago, made damn sure that her reputation as such remained crystalline. So, why had she tolerated all of it without discipline, without consequences? Because this was personal.
Felicity Hjort until last term had been just another face; and a recent face at that. A transfer student that was sorted into Gryffindor, did fairly decent academically, and seemed to gain a circle of friends quickly and with ease. In other words, there had been little reason for a Ravenclaw Head of House or Deputy Headmistress in charge of discipline to give her more than a passing thought. Those at the top of Raynor’s radar had either been “troublemakers” or Ravenclaws as both of those had been the priorities of her career. Now all the students were her priority. And Hjort had weaseled her way to the top of the list. Why? Raynor did not know, but she planned on finding out.
Whatever it was, it was personal. Not against the Headmistress. Not against the (former) Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. Whatever it was, was directed at Tamis Raynor the woman. And for that, it had slid to the bottom of her priority list. As long as it dealt with Raynor and did not affect others, she would deal with the issues that did affect the rest of the school… like the Dragon Pox. As Christmas drew near, mere days, the strain of the outbreak was becoming obvious. No one appreciated confinement. But with how contagious the disease was… there had been little choice. Sacrifices.
It was one thing to have the school invaded by a true evil. But to have it effected by such a thing as an illness… so close to the anniversary of the Invasion. It was almost more than she could bear. She wanted a distraction, another issue to occupy her. And most of all, she felt she owed something to Felicity Hjort. The girl had been tortured and she had never talked to her about it. The girl, no, young woman, held something against her, and Raynor had continued to ignore it. Now with that anniversary so near… she could not ignore it any longer.
It was not the Headmistress that stood in the middle of what she had begun to call the “Foyer” of the circular office, but Tamis Raynor. And it had been Tam that had sent the owl requesting the Gryffindor to her office today. It had stated the place and time only with her signature clearly on the bottom for verification.
Somehow, Raynor felt that she was initiating a battle that she did not know how to prepare for. Grudgingly, she wondered if she should have removed the valuables from the room and possible harms way.