Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns HP and all that's associated with it. Addy
comes from my brain. I wish I owed the Harry Potter world, but sadly, I
don't. Luckily, JKR was kind enough to enlighten us to it's existence.
Please don't sue.
The new Professor Gentry arrived by carriage a week later on a Sunday night, with a week still to go before the school term started. Enough time, she had reasoned, to get her lesson plan approved by Dumbledore, and to get to know the other teachers. They were all supposed to eat dinner together in the staff lounge. The Great Hall had been deemed too large for the small gathering. But first a visit to the Headmaster's office, to get a room assigned to her and her things put away.
The walk up through Hogwarts was certainly an enlightening one. She'd attended Durmstrang the last two years of school, and had never been to Hogwarts. Parker thought it would be gloomy and depressing. That certainly fit Durmstrang to a tee, but the feeling from her new home was something entirely different. Welcoming, comforting, like returning home after a long time away. Perhaps Parker would like a visit, over a weekend where the students went to the local village. Less people to bother her, if she could be coaxed off the estate at all.
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"Thank you for offering the position to me, Headmaster."
Adelaide dipped her head in respect to the old wizard. Dumbledore rose from his desk, a smile on his face, his eyes twinkling. Hell could break loose, and he still might have that look in his eyes. It unsettled Adelaide. Twice before had she met Dumbledore in person. Once as a girl of thirteen, and again at the age of eighteen, when she attended a friend's graduation. Both times had been unsettling. He had this thing-this ability to look at you like he was looking straight into your soul. Unsettling, especially for someone as convoluted as Adelaide, with as many secrets. Damned unsettling.
She'd been nervous already about coming to Hogwarts. Now sitting in front of Dumbledore, Adelaide wondered if coming at all had been a good idea. She nervously stuck her hand out, and the Headmaster shook it.
If he doesn't get that 'I know all your deepest secrets, little girl' look off his face, I'm out of here, Adelaide thought, faintly panicked. As if he sensed her nervousness, Dumbledore offered Adelaide a seat. She found herself settling into a large, overstuffed chair similar to the one behind his own desk.
"It's a pleasure to have you on our staff, Miss Gentry. I trust you have found everything you need so far?"
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An hour later found Adelaide in dark green dress robes, her hair pinned up away from her face. She'd be the youngest teacher on staff, though her age was close to Severus Snape, Potions Master, and Remus Lupin, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. So why was she dressing up? Perhaps because she thought it likely that the other professors would see her only as a young girl who had used her money to get a position in the school. Lady Gentry, not Professor Gentry. And she wanted to be seen as more than that. So, if it meant dressing up a bit-all the better.
She wandered down the hall, and stopped in front of the door to the staff lounge.
"It's now or never." She muttered to herself, one hand on the doorknob, twisting it to open.
-------------------------------- A/N- thanks to my mostly unwilling Betas, Forbee and Nerys. Please read and review! I'm getting sniffly, since I have no reviews yet!
The new Professor Gentry arrived by carriage a week later on a Sunday night, with a week still to go before the school term started. Enough time, she had reasoned, to get her lesson plan approved by Dumbledore, and to get to know the other teachers. They were all supposed to eat dinner together in the staff lounge. The Great Hall had been deemed too large for the small gathering. But first a visit to the Headmaster's office, to get a room assigned to her and her things put away.
The walk up through Hogwarts was certainly an enlightening one. She'd attended Durmstrang the last two years of school, and had never been to Hogwarts. Parker thought it would be gloomy and depressing. That certainly fit Durmstrang to a tee, but the feeling from her new home was something entirely different. Welcoming, comforting, like returning home after a long time away. Perhaps Parker would like a visit, over a weekend where the students went to the local village. Less people to bother her, if she could be coaxed off the estate at all.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
"Thank you for offering the position to me, Headmaster."
Adelaide dipped her head in respect to the old wizard. Dumbledore rose from his desk, a smile on his face, his eyes twinkling. Hell could break loose, and he still might have that look in his eyes. It unsettled Adelaide. Twice before had she met Dumbledore in person. Once as a girl of thirteen, and again at the age of eighteen, when she attended a friend's graduation. Both times had been unsettling. He had this thing-this ability to look at you like he was looking straight into your soul. Unsettling, especially for someone as convoluted as Adelaide, with as many secrets. Damned unsettling.
She'd been nervous already about coming to Hogwarts. Now sitting in front of Dumbledore, Adelaide wondered if coming at all had been a good idea. She nervously stuck her hand out, and the Headmaster shook it.
If he doesn't get that 'I know all your deepest secrets, little girl' look off his face, I'm out of here, Adelaide thought, faintly panicked. As if he sensed her nervousness, Dumbledore offered Adelaide a seat. She found herself settling into a large, overstuffed chair similar to the one behind his own desk.
"It's a pleasure to have you on our staff, Miss Gentry. I trust you have found everything you need so far?"
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An hour later found Adelaide in dark green dress robes, her hair pinned up away from her face. She'd be the youngest teacher on staff, though her age was close to Severus Snape, Potions Master, and Remus Lupin, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. So why was she dressing up? Perhaps because she thought it likely that the other professors would see her only as a young girl who had used her money to get a position in the school. Lady Gentry, not Professor Gentry. And she wanted to be seen as more than that. So, if it meant dressing up a bit-all the better.
She wandered down the hall, and stopped in front of the door to the staff lounge.
"It's now or never." She muttered to herself, one hand on the doorknob, twisting it to open.
-------------------------------- A/N- thanks to my mostly unwilling Betas, Forbee and Nerys. Please read and review! I'm getting sniffly, since I have no reviews yet!
