Promotion

[Tobias Dean]

Professor Emerindyl walked into the office with a bitog a bounce in his step. He had just been promoted to a Head of House position in the school and was feeling rather pleased about it. He felt as humble as one should but could not help but smile as he walked into the staff room and poured himself a steaming mug of hot chocolate, dumping three marshmallows in the top and moving to the lounge he remembered sitting in a couple fo night prior discussing teaching styles with Professor Kemp the History of Magic Professor.

He drank slightly from his mug careful not to burn himself. He liked it at Hogwarts, he did occassionally have bouts of home sickness, but just when he thought he might consider going home something like this happens and his entire outlook changes.

He smiled again fter swallowing the melted mallow sugar and siting back to admire the silhouette that was cast across the rug that protected the ground ffrom a millenia of Professor's stiff heeled boots.

[claire]

"Hello there, Tobias. Very good news, I heard today..." Claire said, smiling and crossing her arms.

"Congratulations on the promotion," she said, offering him her hand.

[Tobias Dean]

"Thank You," he smiled looking at the Professor he had only ever seen before in this very room. He took her hand and shook it careful not to squeeze too tight. "I dont really know what incredible difference it will make to anything, but I am pleased all the same, needless to say there were a few students who did agree Slytherin was the appropriate post, but I did offer my hand to any house, so if Slytherin is where the Headmistress has put me, then so shall I be,"

He took another drink from his hot chocolate swallowing another marshmallow as he went. "Things are rather peaceful here," he said to her at last voicing something he had been thinking about in private, "I mean I dont know what things were like here before Voldemort -" he stopped, being foreign made him forget sometimes people didnt like saying the name of the evil wizard currently attacking the British magical community, "I meant you-know-who of course, but... I mean to say, should it be so quiet around here with him and his followers on the loose?"

[claire]

Claire regarded his question thoughtfully. Crossing her arms, she leaned against the table.

"Well, it depends on what you think is good, I guess. For me, quiet means peace. The other way around, and it's chaos. As a school full of students, I don't think it should be quiet, no...But what other way can you have it? The students here seem too timid...too -how shall be say this...too frightened." She pursed her lips.

"...You know, one of them even came up to me and told me she was afraid should You-Know-Who himself come here. I'm afraid that explains the whole thing...They're just afraid." She looked up at her colleague.