Orion HELP Completed

While the headmaster’s mind might have wandered to other activities (calm down, Lear, Orion is all yours if you want him), what he had fallen asleep doing was definitely less glamorous; the man had nodded off, a plate of cookies in his lap and a romance novel splayed onto the floor where it had fallen hours earlier.

Truthfully the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor had never been lonelier since his beloved Mardi had decided to leave his position as the professor of Herbology.

The first few knocks would not wake him, but the screeching would. The French man jolted in his seat, causing the plate of cookies to tumble. Though a few cookies were spared when his hand whipped forward to snatch the plate, most scattered across the floor. “What the hell? Just a moment—!” His eyes flickered down to his silk pyjamas, his mouth a thin line as he strode over to his wardrobe to grab his dressing gown. He tossed it over his form and slid his elder wood wand into the pocket.

His heart was pounding against his chest as his mind quickly sorted through the reasons Lear would be summoning him in this way at this ungodly hour. Hags. It was always hags, wasn’t it? He had slaughtered an entire coven mere months ago and yet they still found ways to infest the school. Parasites.

Unlike his usual carefully combed style, his hair was ruffled when he opened the door. He wore the typical bags under his eyes. “Miss Evans. I would offer you a cookie but a recent surprise caused me to knock the plate over. What in Merlin’s name is the matter?”

Perfectionist | Evasive Maneuvers I & II
Calming Presence Allies: Monica

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Her fist grew numb through the relentless banging she was doing on the door, her voice becoming course from the yelling... what on earth was taking him so long? Was involved in very dangerous things? Was that why Lear advised not to glance in his chambers? Perhaps he was doing dangerous arts... I mean he was the Professor for Defence against dark Arts... so that must mean he dabbled in dark arts?

Monica forgot what she was doing, getting lost in the thoughts of what experiments lay behind the wood door.... By the time it flung open she nearly felling in, but managing to stay on her feet. Looking up she saw the Professor, he wore the face of someone who had just been woken up... bags under his eyes, his hair in such disarray... far from the look he normally had in class.

When he addressed her, Monica was still flustered, her eyes fighting not to peak into his chambers, but they also didn't dare look him in the eyes... instead she just spoke, "Um...There was... Winchect was found with a knife trying to kill Mornstern Professor.... all the Slytherin dorm is in arms... and --Headmaster Lear requested your... presence at once!" Her words were said with great breath... as now the run up her caught up to her, and the need to speak, to explain seemed to be an effort. She awaited for the Professor to respond, wishing she could have saved the said cookies from falling, that would be nice to have right about now... Her eyes began to drift past Lécuyer, trying to gain a glimpse of his chamber, before she pulled back adding, "I'll take you to where Lear is!"

Monica will leave with Lécuyer to the boys dorm once he is ready to do so.

STA 8 • EVA 8 • STR 8 • WIS 5 • ARC 6 • ACC 5
Slytherin Prefect

The girl fumbled, unable to even look him in the face. What the hell could be wrong? Was it her doing? She looked like a guilty dog at this point. Finally she spoke, and Orion stared at the girl blankly as he started to piece together exactly what she was telling him. A knife. The dorms. An attempted murder?

"For the love of Merlin--..." The Frenchman groaned, his hand reaching up to massage his temple. He had fought dangerous dark wizards but teaching children was going to be the end of him at this rate. It was too early in the morning for this shit. Why couldn't students try to slice and dice each other in the afternoon? Plus he was wearing pajamas and a robe, a man should at least be able to take on the world wearing a suit.

He turned back towards his room to kick his slippers off then drew the elder wood wand from his pocket, "Accio shoes." A pair of brown leather oxfords flew towards him, which he was quick to catch and slide his feet into. If he had to go to the dungeons he was at least going to wear proper footwear.

"Let's go. He's still in the dungeons, I presume." Perhaps he was dangling the girl over the astronomy tower, or was that just his own version of a punishment? Hm. "Is the girl possessed or stupid?" He'd have to cast some detection spells to see if she had come across something cursed.

Orion leaves the thread with Monica.

Perfectionist | Evasive Maneuvers I & II
Calming Presence Allies: Monica

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Monica waited patiently for what would happen next. It seemed very clear the professor had been in deep sleep, she had never seen him in this type of state before. Her eyes glanced down past the Frenchman, looking into the chamber. What was in there? What sorts of secrets did a Professor of defence of dark arts hold in his private quarters. Lears words ran through her mind again, and she pulled her gaze to the floor. Just looking down at her own feet.

The Professor turned, and casting a spell, bringing shoes to himself for the walk back to the dungeon. Monica's eyes sparkled. It never wasn't amazing seeing how common magic was in the Wizarding world. Even something as simple as putting on shoes, magic made easier. It did shine a light at how ridiculous it was, using a knife when Magic was so available, what was Ava thinking?

Without anymore time to dwell on further questions, the Professor was ready to go. Monica nodded, confirming, at least to her knowledge, their destination was still the Slytherin Dorms.

"Is the girl possessed or stupid?" The Professor asked, Monica nearly chuckled a little at the comment, but also didn't quite know how to answer it...But she had to remain professional! This was a serious matter, and she was a Prefect, up there, doing her job to insure safety, "I'm not sure Professor, Head Master talked of Hags... though I didn't hear much of the conversation before being sent to find you..." She tried to share as much information as she had, though it was very little, she kept following Lécuyer till they finally reached the scene of the crime.

Monica Leaves Thread with Orion.

STA 8 • EVA 8 • STR 8 • WIS 5 • ARC 6 • ACC 5
Slytherin Prefect