Disclaimer:
All things not Allosia, Gabriel and the three idiot Slytherins at issue in this section belong to JKR. Of course, without here, I wouldn't even be able to make these people up.
Sorry about the weird place to leave you all hanging – it was another case of "if I don't get this onto paper and out of my head my characters are going to drive me mad." As ever, a method to said madness should become clear soon.
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Allosia sat in her office after dinner staring at the pregnant chaser. She had only agreed to speak with Julia Petri because she thought the girl herself wouldn't agree to it. The seventh-year was all too willing though, making a mockery out of Snape's typical assertion that all good Slytherin's knew how to keep their private lives private.
Not really sure how she wanted to deal with the Petri problem, Allosia settled on starting with a stern tone and seeing where it needed to go from there.
"You've created quite a bit of excitement around here, Miss Petri. Your head of house is most unhappy."
The girl merely nodded.
"I hardly need to inform you why I might find all this to be disruptive to my life as well."
"No, ma'am."
"Alright, now before we continue, I also feel obligated to inform you that I'm even less interested in the details of this situation than Professor Snape is, since the lot of you aren't strictly speaking, my problem. Which isn't to say, I don't care, but it is to say you would do well to watch your enthusiasm as to how you got into this mess around me. Am I clear?"
"Yes, professor."
"Good. Now do you want to tell me where your head is about all this right now?"
"I just wish they'd stop acting like this was all about them!"
Allosia chuckled. "Yes, I think many people would be grateful for that."
"Professor Snape told you about the fight."
"Among other things."
The girl made a face then.
"Believe me, I'm as sorry about it as you are, although I will give you some small credit for at least making a difficult situation interesting."
Petri smiled slightly at this. "I just have no idea what to do."
"Well, do you have any idea what you'd want to do in the perfect world this isn't? It's a good enough starting point for a real world solution."
Just as the girl was beginning to ponder this, Snape strode into the office, Gabriel in his arms and his jaw set.
"Professor," Petri said as she stood up.
"Sit down, Miss Petri, I'm not here to talk to you," he said with a snarl as he put Gabriel down on Allosia's desk. Pointing at Allosia, "I need a word," he added.
She stood up, and followed him into her classroom, closing the door on Julia Petri as she went.
He grabbed her face and kissed her forehead. "I've been called away," he said.
"Alright," she said, wondering at the animatedness of his reaction.
"Wait up," he said. "I think you might find whatever I have to report very interesting."
Allosia cocked an eyebrow at this.
"You-Know-Who is, apparently less than pleased about Lucius' little stunt with you," he said as he left the room in a swirl of robes, his eyes glittering.
Allosia sighed. The whole business made her nervous, and she certainly wished her husband didn't relish vengence quite so much.
Returning to her office, she was greeting with a giggling Gabriel and a crying Julia Petri.
Allosia Hemrand sighed; it was going to be a long night.
All things not Allosia, Gabriel and the three idiot Slytherins at issue in this section belong to JKR. Of course, without here, I wouldn't even be able to make these people up.
Sorry about the weird place to leave you all hanging – it was another case of "if I don't get this onto paper and out of my head my characters are going to drive me mad." As ever, a method to said madness should become clear soon.
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Allosia sat in her office after dinner staring at the pregnant chaser. She had only agreed to speak with Julia Petri because she thought the girl herself wouldn't agree to it. The seventh-year was all too willing though, making a mockery out of Snape's typical assertion that all good Slytherin's knew how to keep their private lives private.
Not really sure how she wanted to deal with the Petri problem, Allosia settled on starting with a stern tone and seeing where it needed to go from there.
"You've created quite a bit of excitement around here, Miss Petri. Your head of house is most unhappy."
The girl merely nodded.
"I hardly need to inform you why I might find all this to be disruptive to my life as well."
"No, ma'am."
"Alright, now before we continue, I also feel obligated to inform you that I'm even less interested in the details of this situation than Professor Snape is, since the lot of you aren't strictly speaking, my problem. Which isn't to say, I don't care, but it is to say you would do well to watch your enthusiasm as to how you got into this mess around me. Am I clear?"
"Yes, professor."
"Good. Now do you want to tell me where your head is about all this right now?"
"I just wish they'd stop acting like this was all about them!"
Allosia chuckled. "Yes, I think many people would be grateful for that."
"Professor Snape told you about the fight."
"Among other things."
The girl made a face then.
"Believe me, I'm as sorry about it as you are, although I will give you some small credit for at least making a difficult situation interesting."
Petri smiled slightly at this. "I just have no idea what to do."
"Well, do you have any idea what you'd want to do in the perfect world this isn't? It's a good enough starting point for a real world solution."
Just as the girl was beginning to ponder this, Snape strode into the office, Gabriel in his arms and his jaw set.
"Professor," Petri said as she stood up.
"Sit down, Miss Petri, I'm not here to talk to you," he said with a snarl as he put Gabriel down on Allosia's desk. Pointing at Allosia, "I need a word," he added.
She stood up, and followed him into her classroom, closing the door on Julia Petri as she went.
He grabbed her face and kissed her forehead. "I've been called away," he said.
"Alright," she said, wondering at the animatedness of his reaction.
"Wait up," he said. "I think you might find whatever I have to report very interesting."
Allosia cocked an eyebrow at this.
"You-Know-Who is, apparently less than pleased about Lucius' little stunt with you," he said as he left the room in a swirl of robes, his eyes glittering.
Allosia sighed. The whole business made her nervous, and she certainly wished her husband didn't relish vengence quite so much.
Returning to her office, she was greeting with a giggling Gabriel and a crying Julia Petri.
Allosia Hemrand sighed; it was going to be a long night.