Evan Troy
Hogwarts Staff
Ministry Liaison Professor Transfiguration
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Post by Evan Troy on Mar 23, 2009 20:46:49 GMT -5
Saturday afternoon, a lofty breezy day filled with chatter and speculation. A new face had entered the halls of Hogwarts, here to replace another, or merely to keep an eye on things? In the case of Evan Troy his job would include both. He walked the down the two flights of stairs to the office of the Headmistress. He had heard tell that the woman abandoned the former Headmaster's office in favor of the second floor one that she had first gained access to when she got the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor years ago. He couldn't quite comprehend why the woman would prefer the smaller office over the grand one she could easily be in. Either way, though, Evan didn't much care where the woman wanted to be. He stood outside of the office, his black robes lightly grazing the floor as he raised an aged hand and lightly rapped on the door. Tap, tap, tap. The man let his arm fall to his side and straightened himself, a look of slight indifference overcoming his features. He stood patiently, waiting to be welcomed in by the woman who he would ultimately oppose. It was almost difficult to hold back the smirk that threatened to tug lightly at his features. He managed, though, as he had always been good at pretending. [ Headmistress. ]
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Post by Tamis Raynor on Mar 23, 2009 22:31:44 GMT -5
The Headmaster’s Office certainly was imposing with all of its grandeur. It was certainly a spectacle to behold, complete with the infamous domed office and grand oak desk. Even more enticing were the rows of portraits of former Heads of Hogwarts, misleadingly benign as the snoozed between their frames. And (if one was of a particularly intellectual mind) stories of books climbed to the ceiling, a collage of the scholastic and whimsical tastes of the men and women, past and present, which had inhabited the living quarters. If one was going to put a lethifold in a babe’s cradle, one would assume it would be invited in from such a prestigious office to reflect Hogwarts ancestry and influence; many of the books lining the walls were older than the government. Instead, Tamis Raynor had invited Evan Troy to rendezvous five floors down in an office that might have once been mistaken for a broom closet. Once the office of the Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor, it still remained preserved in that condition. The walls were claustrophobically lined with many of Raynor’s personal artifacts, including an odd assortment of instruments characteristic of Aurors and a rather rare collection of volumes both on, and in defense of, the Dark Arts. Amidst all of this, someone had remarkably managed to squeeze in a desk and two arm chairs. It was hardly a prime example if she intended to impress the man. And yet, as if oblivious to the dull wood panels that encased her, the Headmistress sat behind the desk, claimed by robes of vicious red. A power color in its own right, the vibrant hue would have caught the eye in even the more audacious setting, and in the monotonous enclosure the woman became a beacon; the unprecedented focal point. Not overstated, the choice of attire was elegantly simple enough to entertain musings that, perhaps, the choice of color was unpremeditated … Tap. Tap. Tap. Three sure raps resonated against the door. The Headmistress, unsurprised, rose from her seat. For a brief moment, a flicker of uncertainty illuminated her irises before they settled back into their impassive gray. This moment had become inevitable. Too many events had happened within these walls, too many rumors. It had actually surprised her at how long the Ministry had remained impassive. The moment Evan Troy’s name appeared in her rather scant stack of applications, she had known. The Ministry was no longer remaining on the sidelines. Raynor could not honestly foresee the repercussions of the … acquaintance … that was about to take place. But she knew she was not going to like it. Wearing what was affectionately known as an Auror’s mask, the Headmistress’ face was void of emotion and anything she might be scheming. “Enter.” Outfit
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Evan Troy
Hogwarts Staff
Ministry Liaison Professor Transfiguration
Posts: 31
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Post by Evan Troy on Mar 24, 2009 21:14:42 GMT -5
Piercing blue eyes dug into the door, predicting what would lay behind them. A woman of power, no doubt. The former Ministry worker didn't like the idea on principle, having been raised to a world of men he was accustomed and comfortable with the holding power. This situation, however, puzzled him slightly. There was not a good precedent to follow for the last time the Ministry sent a liaison to Hogwarts School to teach, and Evan was not acclimated to getting himself into something he was uncertain about. This woman, whoever she turned out to be, would prove a challenge to him.
In a way that was just one of the several reasons why Evan was going to enjoy his stay at Hogwarts. It didn't measure up to his alma mater, but he couldn't expect it to. It had fallen under a state of confusion and unstability, and it would only make sense that the castle itself would follow suit.
' Enter. '
Evan knew he was expected, Tamis Raynor would not be unprepared, he knew. He could almost count on it, and it was yet another thing that made this meeting of sorts worth while. He reached forward and turned the door handle, a gentle click sounded and the door swung forward on its hinges, allowing for the man to see Tamis Raynor in person. She looked just the same as she had in the papers, as well as in the descriptions he had heard. He noticed her choice of attire and a brow rose slightly. Red meant ferocity. Red meant power.
" Good afternoon Headmistress. " He looked down to the face of the small woman, almost surprised at her size. He easily stood twelve inches or so over her. " Pleasure to finally meet you in person. "
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Post by Tamis Raynor on Mar 30, 2009 16:53:04 GMT -5
The door knob began turned. It was not rushed, but nor was it hesitant. In fact, if Raynor could personify the twisting handle, she would say that it was rather sure of itself. Subconsciously, the woman straightened her already impeccable posture. It did nothing for her height but it did manage to make her seem even more stiff than normal, if such a feat was possible. Moments later the obstacle of the door was removed.
If the Headmistress was at all cultured in the ways of muggles, she would have compared the face-to-face venture to an old western show-down. It was hard to say who was scrutinizing the other more closely. He was tall. The fact ruffled her nerves in a rather irksome manner. The higher powers obviously wished to penance her with a perpetual neck cramp from consulting her many long-legged, male associates. Her nose gave the slightest tick as his head turned downward and one of his eyebrows quirked. Oh, wonderful.
Pretending she had not noticed either gesture, Raynor tilted her head upward, just slightly, so she could meet the man eye-to-eye without being too comedic.
“Pleasure to finally meet you in person.”
It was difficult to read any ulterior motives to that statement. A well honed politician, then. The man radiated self assurance. It was almost cocky, but at the same time refined. It gave her the impression of a man that lived comfortably and reeked of inbreeding. There was a sharp intelligence behind his eyebrows. One, she did not doubt, that could be manipulative. But was he here at his own disposal, or by Ministerial degree? That had never been clarified to her.
“Liaison Troy,” she returned. “Your acquaintance is educational.”
With a flourish of her robes, she gestured to the interior of the office as if it were a grand ball room and not an overstocked box. “Please, come in. Could I interest you in some tea?"
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Evan Troy
Hogwarts Staff
Ministry Liaison Professor Transfiguration
Posts: 31
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Post by Evan Troy on Mar 30, 2009 19:28:58 GMT -5
It took a small amount of self control to keep himself composed throughout these first few seconds of inspecting one another. A small amount merely because he had prepared himself for this moment - a meeting of minds so to say. There was no doubt to Troy that the slight woman standing before him would be a worthy opponent. He had heard various stories of the woman and was in fact looking forward to how this... relationship of sorts would turn out. Her face was composed, seemingly well rehearsed.
' Liaison Troy. ' Evan nodded at the returned greeting, acknowleding her words as he continued to look about the office. Trinkets and rememberances from her former days spent as an Auror. A lot could be told from a person's office space, and he was still slightly intrigued by her decision to choose this place over the Headmaster's office.
' Your acquaintance is educational. '
" Educational indeed. After all, it's with the children's interest in mind that I'm here. " His words were spoken in a casual tone. The statement wasn't too far off from the truth, though it wasn't one hundred percent accurate, it was with more than just the children's interests in mind that he was there. It wasn't a matter of importance at that exact moment, and he let the thoughts fade.
Evan took several more steps inside the small room, seating himself down on the opposite side of the desk. " Tea sounds fine, thank you. "
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