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Post by Silver Blackwood on May 27, 2008 8:22:39 GMT -5
Silver knocked on the Headmistress's door, the first rap of his knuckles hesitant, then, when he realized the likelihood that the sound had carried, much louder against the heavy door. It had to be done, had to be dealt with, so the best thing to do was just get it over with.
He was fairly sure his dad had already sent messages to the Headmistress about everything, since it wasn't something you could just spring on someone, but since he wasn't sure, he was worried.
He had his notebook under one arm, not because he thought he'd need it, but because it was something familiar, a metaphorical shield of sorts. And he'd reasoned that if she had to leave the room for any reason, he'd rather be able to write, even if logic said that he'd be too nervous. Silver knocked again, unsure whether he'd really done it the first time.
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Post by Headmistress Hells on May 27, 2008 8:31:11 GMT -5
Hells called out from her desk for whomever was behind the door to enter. She had been sorting though some paperwork, most of it tedious, making Hells grateful for the intrusion. Sitting back in her chair, she stretched her legs out under her desk as she waited for her guest to enter. As far as she knew she had no appointments with anyone today, but an impromptu visit was always welcome as far as she was concerned. Hearing the door knock again, she presumed whomever it was standing there could either not hear her or was in a world of their own. With a flick of the wand towards the door, it opened slowly, revealing a pale lad stood outside.
"Can I help you?" Hells asked, laying her wand on her desk. "Please, come in and take a seat. You may want to shut the door behind you too."
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Post by Silver Blackwood on May 27, 2008 8:47:14 GMT -5
Silver nodded, entering and shutting the door obediently. Not that he'd needed any prompting; he'd far prefer to keep his business to himself. When he turned back to the Headmistress, he paused a moment before recalling her having told him to sit. A few long strides had him across the room, and he sank back into a chair facing her desk, laying the notebook across his lap.
"I'm Silver...Sylvester Blackwood, I don't know if you've heard of me, I mean, you probably have..." He trailed off awkwardly and dropped his gaze to the desk rather than risk seeing the censure in the Headmistress's eyes. It was bad enough coming in here in the first place, without half stuttering his introduction.
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Post by Headmistress Hells on May 27, 2008 9:05:08 GMT -5
Hells was aware of his name. She had received much correspondance from his father over the course of the last couple of months and had yet to meet Silver himself.
"Hello Silver. It is good to meet you at last. Your father speaks very highly of yourself and of course, your brother also." She began, remembering what had been mentioned amongst the letters. "What is it that I can do for you? Any problems?" She asked, carefully raising an eyebrow as she studied the young man sat infront of her. She sat, somewhat relaxed and glad of the company that she currently held. Anything was better then letters from the ministry and worried parents. Gaby's recent article in the Daily Prophet had certainly caused a stir amongst a few people.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on May 27, 2008 9:35:37 GMT -5
Any problems? There was a million galleon question, if he'd ever heard one. Silver looked up from his notebook to the Headmistress, who could have been talking about the weather, for how concerned she looked. "I...I just wanted to make sure. Missing classes and everything, that it wouldn't be too much trouble. I can catch up with the work, I just wanted to be sure." A lot of teachers penalized for absences, and he didn't want his hard-earned transcripts to show his grades suffering.
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Post by Headmistress Hells on May 27, 2008 9:57:27 GMT -5
Hells nodded as she listened to Silver. "Which professors have you got? I shall have a word with them, see what can be arranged. Extra work I expect mainly, but I am sure, from what your father assures me, you will be able to cope. Am I right in presuming you have everything you need? I can order things in for you, should you need anything specific." Hells smiled reassuredly to the lad as she spoke, knowing how it felt to be an outsider in a new place and unsure of the surroundings. Hogwarts was daunting to those unfamiliar with it's walls, but she hoped, soon enough, Silver could think of it as a home, a sanctuary.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on May 27, 2008 10:11:50 GMT -5
"Yeah, I've got it. Dad has it sent in by owl, you can check if you want, but if anything happens I know who to talk to for more." A wave of relief swept through Silver, helped on by the Headmistress's patience. He listed off his classes and professors for her, pausing now and then when he couldn't remember a name, but managing to get them all eventually.
With that done, it was on to the trickier question, and maybe the most important. "Where should I go? I mean, you know," he said, gesturing lightly with one hand. "I know how they did it before, but I didn't know if I was supposed to, if there was someplace else now, since it's under control and everything." He hoped she knew what he was talking about, that he wouldn't have to spell it out. It was uncomfortable enough as it was.
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Post by Headmistress Hells on May 27, 2008 10:55:53 GMT -5
Hells wrote down the list of professors and made a mental note to speak to each of them when she could get the chance. "Right, I have all of those, I'll make sure they are up to date with everything. Now, as for the other matter, I suggest having a word with Grey Sebastien. He's one of the professors here and I'm sure he can help with this. I shall owl him, notifying him of this matter and make him aware that you'll pay him a visit. You can usually find him at his potions shop in Diagon Alley. How long do we have?" She asked, taking her attention away from the parchment in front of her back to Silver, who looked a little more relaxed then when he first walked in.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on May 27, 2008 11:28:23 GMT -5
"A few weeks," Silver answered. "i can get you a calendar..." He felt stupid offering, knowing she probably had a calendar, but she'd asked. It took him a moment to realize she probably didn't have everything memorized the way he did, and she'd likely asked just because she knew he'd have the information handy. He looked down at his notebook again, his long hair acting as a partial shield. "If you want, I can let you know the day before."
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Post by Headmistress Hells on May 27, 2008 11:34:54 GMT -5
Hells smiled warmly. "That would be perfect Silver. It's been a while since I've kept upto date with these things." she briefly recalled the last time she had to remember, but pushed it away quickly. "An Owl would do just fine. I'm sure Grey will keep me posted also. Now, Silver. Remember that I am here should you need any help or advice. I want the best for my students and you are no exception." She pushed her chair back from the desk a little, giving her room to move. "Now, I'm sure you'll want to get going and out of this stifling office. Can I do anything for you?" Hells asked, quite happy to help and generally concerned for his welfare.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on May 27, 2008 11:37:09 GMT -5
Silver straightened, relieved again. "No, thank you, you've been really helpful." Surprisingly so, actually. "I'll send you an owl, then. Thank you," he said again. Silver took the opportunity the Headmistress had given him and stood, made an awkward wave, and headed out the door, back to his new life.
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Post by Silver Blackwood on Jun 14, 2008 15:19:13 GMT -5
One of the school's own owls, a nondescript tawny, landed on the window ledge of the Headmistress's office, a letter clasped in its beak. The letter, written just legible ink-blotted scrawl, read as follows:
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