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Post by Artemisios Snow on Jul 19, 2008 0:13:45 GMT -5
Artemisios had, of course, come personally to visit with the Headmistress, but he had not come alone. One of his associates, the one typically running his shop, followed in his wake, notebook and quill in hand, filling the role of secretary for the day. Artemisios had plans beyond the meeting with the Headmistress, but showed no impatience as he waited for her response to the knock at her office door.
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Post by Headmistress Hells on Jul 22, 2008 4:46:10 GMT -5
Hells knew who was behind the door was before it was opened. She had requested his visit and now he had come.
"Please, come in" She said, undisturbed by his presence, nor the man stood by his side. "Thank you for coming so promptly. Please take a seat." Her face gave away no emotion or thought as she returned to her seat behind her desk. She sat down, not waiting for her guest to seat himself.
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Post by Artemisios Snow on Jul 22, 2008 9:12:37 GMT -5
Artemisios inclined his head at the Headmistress's offer, as coolly delivered as it had been, and seated himself. With a gesture of polite decline, his associate chose to stand, remaining near the door. His place, he knew, was not to become involved, but to stay on the periphery unless and until he was needed.
Artemisios sat in expectant repose, hands resting on the arms of the chair. "Thank you for seeing me, Headmistress," he said, nothing but cool politesse in his voice. "I had been only moments from requesting an audience with you when I received your owl. It was most welcome." Artemisios kept a tight leash on his control, allowing the woman to feel that she had the reins in her hand. He did not simper or attempt to impress, but allowed genuine thanks to infuse his tone. He would feel out the situation first, then act.
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Post by Headmistress Hells on Jul 22, 2008 11:45:04 GMT -5
Hells raised an eyebrow as she listened to him speak. She was unimpressed by his demeanor and felt no fear of the man that sat across from her, nor did she believe his comment on her owl.
"Certainly." She began, her eyes not straying from him, yet not giving away her current feelings. "I am afraid that I have heard some rather unsettling news since your arrival in Hogsmede. Questioning my students for example. I will not allow it. Nor will I allow you hassling those that live in Hogsmede. Do you understand?" Her voice remained calm as she spoke, no hint of emotion could be placed in what she said. "Your Lackey has not been discreet in his proceedings, there is much talk of what you are up to and that talk has come back to me. Can you explain your actions?"
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Post by Artemisios Snow on Jul 22, 2008 12:17:52 GMT -5
His gaze darkened as it held the Headmistress's, unbending. "My associates and employees have assisted me in expressing an interest in Hogsmeade, considering its close proximity to the school. If your students have felt hassled, then I extend my sincerest apologies. There will be no further action in that sphere." Of course, there was no further action needed in that sphere. His questions had all been answered, and his problems dealt with.
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Post by Headmistress Hells on Jul 22, 2008 12:30:26 GMT -5
"An interest?" Hells repeated, keeping her cool. "From my understanding Herr Snow, your interests have revolved around harrassing anyone that has had any contact with the Jewellers. I can only assume why that could be. I do not wish to know your business, however I will be inclined to step in should I hear of anymore disruption. Whatever power you may or may not have had in Germany, you have none here. Do I make myself clear to you?" Hells' eyes flashed warningly at Snow. She was firm in what she said and would not abide by anyone trying to assert themselves either in her school or in the village connected to them.
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Post by Artemisios Snow on Jul 22, 2008 12:50:04 GMT -5
Artemisios's dark eyes sparked at the woman's continued obstinacy, but he gave no other sign that he was at all affected by her threats. "I repeat," he said coolly, his voice only beginning to be edged in danger, "there will be no further disruptions in Hogsmeade." Her continued pushing was deeply aggravating, but he would not react. He had more than enough self control to hold to decorum in situations which demanded it. He did not cave before the woman, but he had been nothing if not agreeable to her demands.
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Post by Headmistress Hells on Jul 27, 2008 5:19:39 GMT -5
"Good." Answered Hells, although doubting if he will act on what he said. "You said before that you were going to request an audience with me yourself. Is there anything I can assist with?" She asked calmly, assuming he wished to speak with her about his daughter, Adara.
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Post by Artemisios Snow on Jul 28, 2008 8:59:33 GMT -5
"Yes," Artemisios answered, shifting slightly into a more comfortable position on the chair, now that the Headmistress was finished with her attempts to scold and cow him. "I wish to withdraw Adara from Hogwarts." He paused only a moment to let the final line settle, then went into more detail. "I have decided that my daughter's education would be best served closer to home, due to no fault of the school system here, but rather, some matters of a personal nature. I wish to have her withdrawn at the soonest opportunity."
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Post by Headmistress Hells on Jul 30, 2008 3:22:02 GMT -5
She had expected it. Adara's warnings from before had given her foresight to this. Keeping her eyes on him, she cleared her throat slightly. "If that is your wish then you know I cannot stop you. However, Adara is a smart girl with her own thoughts and opinions. One of the reasons why she became Head Girl. Have you discussed this with her?" Was Herr Snow even a man that would discuss?
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Post by Artemisios Snow on Jul 31, 2008 9:00:13 GMT -5
With her own thoughts and opinions. That was precisely the issue which Artemisios wished to rectify. His daughter had become defiant, and after meeting the headmistress, it was easy to see from which direction much of the negative influence had come. "I have," Artemisios said at last. "My daughter has no reason not to do as she is bid and return to Germany with me." He had seen to that in the most thorough way possible. By now, his daughter would have heard of the fire and the boy's death, and, unless some unforseen problem had appeared, she would be weakened and cooperative.
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Post by Headmistress Hells on Aug 4, 2008 12:06:32 GMT -5
"I think you underestimate your daughter." Began Hells, a small smile upon her lips. "After our meeting today, I can see that in some ways she takes after you. I have seen her grown since her time here and she has learnt to stand up for herself. Don't expect her to come willingly Herr Snow." If Adara had been just a year older, then Hells could help more, but as she was still a minor she had to be careful what she said to her father. Especially this man who had more tricks up his sleeve then a muggle conjuror. "I think that is all we have to say on this matter." Hells stated, standing up. "I am sure we will probably see each other again."
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Post by Artemisios Snow on Aug 4, 2008 16:32:40 GMT -5
Artemisios could not help the sudden slight narrowing of his dark eyes at the woman's obvious dismissal. Still, he stood, and his associate straightened, readying himself to leave. "We will meet again soon," Artemisios said, his voice cool, but edged in nearly imperceptible danger. "Prepare the papers, if you will, for my daughter's withdrawal from Hogwarts. I will send my associate to retrieve them in one week." He would not allow her to simply ignore his request. He knew his rights, and they were far greater than hers in regards to his own daughter. With his decree given, Artemisios left the room, his associate nodding his head in polite farewell, then following in his wake.
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Post by Headmistress Hells on Aug 5, 2008 17:04:36 GMT -5
She watched him leave, then let out a loud sigh when the door closed behind them. Shaking her head she took out the papers from her drawer. She had them already prepared, yet was unwilling to hand them over at any time. Shaking her head, Hells looked them over, knowing that she would be busy herself over the next week, anything to delay in giving up on her student. She hoped that Adara had something planned and was worried for her. She would do what she could to protect the girl, but she knew that her hands were mainly tied. However, Hells thought as she lowered herself back into her chair, it wouldn't be the first time the rules were bent...
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