Office IC

The girl reminded Olphie of her as a child: pudgy, a student...the comparisons ended there, it seemed. She wasn't nearly as fabulous as Olphie Camille Bercegeay, but if Olphie knew anything, it was that even poorly-dressed children had potential for superstardom.

Her eyes narrowed as the girl did not respond to her inquiry and instead moved towards her broom, Nombus. They were nearly shut when the blonde asked if it was a Nimbus 2000. Nombus, and Olphie, had never felt so disrespected. How dare this child think that Nombus was a less-than fabulous Nimbus? It was something the girl ought to be ashamed about, yet there she was, looking so eager.

Though Olphie would still engage, she was disappointed with the lack of knowledge that the child had exhibited thus far. It would take quite a bit to prove that this Hufflepuff had what it took to be a Quidditch superstar. "No dear, it is a Nimbus 2001," she said loudly, in hopes of knocking some sense into the ignorant child. "You may remember my Nimbus, also known as Nombus, as a star, secondary only to be, of the Holyhead Harpies. You're familiar with the Harpies, dear?"

A test, one that the girl would hopefully pass, in order to restore her hopes in her Quidditch potential. Olphie took a sip of tea as she peered carefully into the young girl's eyes as though trying to stare deep into her soul.

The child did not seem to remember her name enough to say it, but she was smart enough to say that she knew the greatest team in Quidditch history, the only one that could boast it was entirely female. Olphie smiled at her enthusiasm but noted that her face fell with the next statement. "Well I can't say that it's a guarantee, but I do still know some people on the team. I'll see what I can do, dear," she said, winking.

In actuality, Olphie would forget the conversation just about as fast as someone could say "look there's a hot guy over there," but it was the thought that counted, she knew. Until the memory eradicated itself, she would think of her old teammates and wonder which one would be most likely to donate a ticket to a poor, clearly unathletic child. Come to think of it, she hadn't heard from any of them since she'd quit the team. Perhaps their owls were idiots and could not remember that she lived in Hogwarts, now.

In the meantime, the girl turned back to Nombus and remarked that he was beautiful. Of course he was, the statement was as obvious as if someone said that Olphie, herself, was beautiful. She nodded and was about to say more but was suddenly overtaken with a sense of panic. She had only just entered the school; what if the fans were swarming the door, wanting to ask questions, but waiting because they knew that she was with another student? Chit chat could happen another time, but not in the first few days of her being at Hogwarts, when so many fans would want to greet her as well. She'd have to cut the chatter, though she thrived off of the girl's compliments. So, she sipped her tea and asked, quite simply, "Do you have any questions, dear?"

OOC: As this has not been posted in in months, consider Abigail having left the office. Anyone else is welcome to enter.

The knock interrupted an important activity: that is, Olphie was reading the latest copy of Witch Weekly. Looking to not reveal that most of her love tips came from the magazine (this week's article: "10 Subliminal Tricks That Make People Adore You"), she waved her wand over the magazine so it would appear to show "10 Subliminal Tricks for the Quidditch Pitch" before she beckoned, "Come in!" 

She eyed the small boy who came into the room, hair looking ragged and as ugly as ever. Olphie can't have said that she had seen the child around recently; in fact, she couldn't even remember what house he belonged to, except for the fact that his robes identified him. But still, her face lit up with what could only be described as pleasure to have a visitor. 

When he inquired about the Headmaster, Olphie pondered the man. Come to think of it, she hadn't seen Headmaster Lurk lurking around lately either. Maybe he and this Gryffindor were conspiring together to throw Olphie a grand birthday party? Her birthday wasn't for a while, but it would explain why they had been avoiding her...the only logical explanation.

Still, she might as well entertain the boy, Olphie figured. "Headmaster Lark? What about him?"

Olphie wasn't entirely sure why the boy was introducing himself; did he think that she did not know her students? Wasn't it an obligation of a professor to know her students names, treat them like a member of her family because they were away from her own families? How foolish some children could be, thinking that she did not even know their names! "No need to introduce yourself, Mr. Finediamond! Of course I remember you. Gryffindor Seeker. I wouldn't forget...tough losses your team has had, though. Such a shame."

She wanted to talk more about Quidditch, but for some reason, he wanted to talk more about the Headmaster. She was uncertain as to why he emphasized his name, wondering if the man was going through some sort of identity crisis that only the students knew about. Her thoughts were further confirmed by the fact that the Gryffindor reported, "I think something has happened to him."

Olphie's eyebrow crept upward in curiosity, thinking further about the boy's emphasis on Lark's name, something happening...did Limerick see something that he was trying to hit at? Did the Headmaster have some deep, dark secret? "Er..." she began slowly, ignoring the office commentary for the time being, "Are we supposed to call the Headmaster....Headmistress now?"

It would make sense, after all. When anyone went over to have an identity change, they often did strange things. And though the pygmy puff heads, missing paintings, and secret messages were...strange, but an identity crisis could make that happen. Olphie remembered, between ages 13 and 14, that she went through a "punk witch" sort of phase. She tore down the remainder of her wall hangings (though there wasn't much, her room being taken over by her siblings) and threw up some posters of the Weird Sisters. Headmistress Learn may be having a strange criss, but who was she to judge?

There were two things that she wanted to understand, however, so she asked the boy, "What did you find strange about Harry Potter's guilt, then? And what was this message you found in the Headmistress's office?"

Olphie would not notice any confused expression on the boy's face, instead wondering why he was so firm in his opposition to her hypothesis. Oh well. Maybe one day he would see the light.

The boy had had considerable worry on his face, and she did not disregard this, though the Flying professor was a bit upset that he did not regard her theories with as much seriousness as she was taking his. As he spoke his words, however, she pondered what he was saying. Though she had never much cared to inform herself of what had been going on with the Potter trials, the boy had a point; it was strange. She knew, though, that she would not be much help with this factor; she hadn't even read the papers.

The message, though...that was also a bit bizarre. Though Olphie was still convinced that it could pertain to the Headmaster's former memory crisis, thinking about hearts led her down a train of thought that she would not have had without the first year boy. With a small sigh, she murmured, "Have you heard about strange things happening at Hogwarts, dear? This year, yes, but perhaps years prior? The Potter thing is interesting, but he has been gone from this school for a while now, and...perhaps we are not referring to a heart, exactly, but another thing to protect the body. Another thing that has been in Hogwarts."

She paused, wanting to go on, but hoping that the boy would know what she was saying so that she did not have to say her hypothesis, for so often was Olphie wrong about such things of a serious nature. Trying to help him reach the thought for her, she inquired, "Does this sound familiar to you at all, Mr. Friedchicken?"