Goodbye, Little Bugs Closed

Alora had been among those that had needed reassurance on multiple occasion to be reminded that this was not some elaborate prank. Her inner prankster certainly hoped so, even if it was so uncharacteristic of Miss Horne. Though Astronomy wasn't her favorite subject by any means, Miss Farron had easily been among her favorite professors. She had loved staying up late, gazing at the stars, bridging knowledge she knew from the muggle world with new things from this new life. Most of all, she enjoyed the lovely notes Miss Horne wrote on homework and exams. The woman had always been so very encouraging.

After shedding her uniform for the day to replace it with a little black dress and her platform boots that made her almost regular height for a first year, Alora ascended the stairs to the tower. Goodbyes weren't something she was good at. Her last goodbye had been to a stray cat buried somewhere on the beach, which had ended in tears. Did wizards have some facebook or or other means of keeping in touch or at least pretend to?

Her arrival was silent, as were most of her motions. 's grace she had learned it was called. At least now she could laugh when her siblings threatened to put a collar and a bell around her neck. It wasn't completely inaccurate. Once inside, she looked around and couldn't believe she was the first to reach the top. Though normally one to stuff her face, she ran towards the witch that had been her professor until that week.

Alora had never been one to hug a professor. Some might have considered her aloof and stand-offish. She didn't like to sit too close, and she didn't speak up. Her work was diligent, and she tried her best, but she was a cat in many ways: To be admired at a distance. At first, Alora was slow in her motions, a small smile, tucking a strand of raven hair as she neared the woman. They were alone, and that seemed wrong. Before she could talk herself out of it, Alora picked up the pace and nearly attacked the woman with a hug.

"You can't leave," she said, showing an appreciation for the woman much too late. It was a moment before she pulled away, a light flush in her cheek. "Is there, like I don't know... a wizard twitch or insta we can keep in touch on?" She wasn't going to cry, she was going to problem solve darn it.

Clark would only hear rumors of the Astronomy Professor being dismissed. The hell was he hearing? Why would anyone- in their right mind- leave the stars and the universe behind? Pure misery, indeed. But it wasn’t all that would reside in the poor boy’s mind.

He knew his dad had been gunning for the ever-so-traumatizing Professor position at Hogwarts, and if that was the role that his dad would’ve obtained- who the hell would’ve stopped him from being forced to talk to his dad daily for every single nefarious act committed.

But he wanted to pay his respects. Going to bid @Farron Horne well, he wrote her a letter full of something that he would find rather- shameful if he were to open it years down the road, or if he were to ever have another confrontation with Horne.

The letter had the simple statement of saying “I love you, but as a professor.”

After all, why would he want to be cruel in any way, shape, or form? If it were @Nancy McLoughin, perhaps he would be more suspectable to it, but it wasn’t Nancy. It was simply the- and the boy started to cry softly. The only Astronomy Professor that he had ever known.

Dear Professor Horne,

I am sorry for any minor inconveniences that you and I might have had together, but I can say what I’m proud of. I didn’t destroy your office, your classroom, the reading room, the balcony, or the equipment. So, I guess what I’m trying to say is, I’m sorry for being such a menace- and such an unwarranted one. If it were me that led to your dismissal, I sincerely apologize and hope that you don’t hate me with every fiber in your being. An ye harm none, do what ye will- so says the Wiccan Rede.

I would like to wish a final goodbye to you, but I don’t want you to see me as a major disappointment. I truly am probably notably one of the unwanted mischiefs in Hogwarts.

Clark Baird
I don’t bite.