Disclaimer's in the first part or somethin like that
Part five.
An owl came with the morning, this time the yellowed thick paper's emerald script said "Jezibel Madison". Sadly for the owl, it arrived long before the woman woke from her slumber. It had to wait even longer before it realized that she wouldn't be finding her way to the porch anytime soon.
It gave a human like sigh and glided its way downstairs. Landing at a window where it could see its target, it gave a hoot and stuck out the leg with the note attached. As the person came and took the note, it gave a sigh of relief and bounded away, back to its home and hopefully some rest.
Jezibel took the note and seeing her name, opened it.
Dear Ms. Madison.
Your request has been taken into
consideration and a representative
will be sent to meet with you and
discuss the matter into further
detail. Expect her at five in the
evening.
Deputy Headmistress
Minerva McGonagall
She put the note on a small pile of papers that needed to be sorted and returned to her breakfast preparations.
The day passed quickly and soon five o'clock was upon them. Jezibel was in the kitchen as someone knocked on the door. She quickly went to receive her guest. She was met by a stern looking lady with her black hair pulled into a high bun on the back of her head. She wore emerald green robes and a stern air about her.
"Good afternoon, my name is Minerva McGonagall, is Ms. Madison in?"
"Yes Ms. McGonagall, I'm Jezibel, come in, and have some tea." She gestured towards the sitting room. "Please remove your shoes at the door, even though she wouldn't say it, Yoshikawa-san would be most disturbed by having someone wearing shoes in her house."
Minerva nodded and bent to remove the strappings on her shoes. After getting the shoes off she ascended the rather high step and gratefully donned on the slippers that Jezibel handed to her. Despite it being summer, the floor was cold.
They entered a smaller room with a short table resting in the center and woven grass matts covering the floor, by the table were a few flat pillows. Rice paper with paintings and calligraphy hung from the walls.
"Please take a seat Ms. McGonagall" Jezibel said as she gestured to the table. "I'll get the tea."
"Please call me Minerva, we might end up co-workers." Jezibel just nodded and padded out of the room. As Minerva waited for the other woman, she heard someone run into the house and shout "TADAIMA" then two voices, one younger and one older respond "okairinasai." Just then the sound of someone running up stairs, then it was quiet. She jumped a little when a voice broke the silence.
"Tea's ready." Jezibel was holding a small tray with a tea pot and two cups on it. She set it down on the table then kneeled beside it. Gesturing towards the other side of the table she said, "Have a seat."
Minerva realized that she was supposed to kneel on the floor. She gave a silent sigh and hoped her bones didn't creak as she bent to sit on the floor.
The tea cup was different, it had no handle and was much narrower than traditional tea cups. Minerva slowly grasped it and to her surprise even though the tea was steaming, the cup was only mildly warm. Jezibel sat and watched her expression with a slight grin. She had the same look on her face nearly ten years ago.
Minerva was surprised at the taste of the tea. She had never had any like it and she had prided herself on being a connoisseur of teas. It had a mellow flavor with a hint of earthiness to it.
"I like this tea, what type is it? I've never had any like it before."
Jezibel smiled at the comment, and before she responded a loud pounding came down the stairs and stopped briefly at the door. The same voice from earlier shouted "Iteckimasu" she quickly responded "Iterashai".
She looked back to Minerva, "it's hoji-chya, I'm not sure but it's a tea that comes from wheat or rice." she paused to take a sip, "very mellow, I like it."
There was a long pause as both sipped their tea. Soon Minerva spoke up.
"I came to explain Hogwarts and the possibility of you teaching there." She looked at Jezibel who just nodded. "It is a school where we teach magic, and because you are not a wizard, there isn't very many teaching positions that could be available to you. In fact there is only one. It's called Muggle studies."
"What is a muggle?"
"A muggle is what wizards call non-magical people."
"Interesting," Jezibel nodded, "go on"
"we already have some one teaching the class, but he is old and interested in retiring, if you are interested in the position, we can probably hire you. You would need to come with me to Hogwarts to meet the headmaster and have an interview." Jezibel just nodded.
"You seem to be taking this well, most muggles are very disbelieving of magic."
"I've always noticed unexplainable phenomena, that and there's so much out there that I find a school of magic believable. Either that or I'm in disbelief but willing to give you a chance to show me." Jezibel responded.
"Would you like to come meet the Headmaster now or tomorrow?."
"Well I'm not going without Senku, so give me time to track him down, and we can be off." Jezibel was cut off by the sound of the first stanza of Beethoven's ninth symphony. "Sorry," she gave Minerva a sheepish smile and then pulled a cell phone from her pocket and put it to her ear.
"Moshi moshi? Madison desu." she waited a moment.
"Hai," she nodded her head.
"Soodane, ima senku to atashi wa Englando ni ikutsumoridesu" another pause
"hai, hai, Matta ne" She hung up the phone.
"That was a friend, said they found Senku wandering around their fields, guess we'll go and get him then leave ne?"
AN: I'm not too well versed on Japanese tea rooms and some culture aspects, but I'm trying. Hopefully you like the read :)
and to answer questions from the reviews, Yep he's still covering the scar, it's because of the stigmatism of facial scars in Japan and now after many years it's a habit to cover it up. And yep, he'll have an accent, but not as bad as most Japanese because his mom's been teaching him English too. But then it's American English as opposed to British English which will pose a accent. Poor dear. He's going to have trouble fitting in, but he'll have an easier time in Britain than Japan.
Thankye's to all whom have reviewed. I wub reviews :P
Part five.
An owl came with the morning, this time the yellowed thick paper's emerald script said "Jezibel Madison". Sadly for the owl, it arrived long before the woman woke from her slumber. It had to wait even longer before it realized that she wouldn't be finding her way to the porch anytime soon.
It gave a human like sigh and glided its way downstairs. Landing at a window where it could see its target, it gave a hoot and stuck out the leg with the note attached. As the person came and took the note, it gave a sigh of relief and bounded away, back to its home and hopefully some rest.
Jezibel took the note and seeing her name, opened it.
Dear Ms. Madison.
Your request has been taken into
consideration and a representative
will be sent to meet with you and
discuss the matter into further
detail. Expect her at five in the
evening.
Deputy Headmistress
Minerva McGonagall
She put the note on a small pile of papers that needed to be sorted and returned to her breakfast preparations.
The day passed quickly and soon five o'clock was upon them. Jezibel was in the kitchen as someone knocked on the door. She quickly went to receive her guest. She was met by a stern looking lady with her black hair pulled into a high bun on the back of her head. She wore emerald green robes and a stern air about her.
"Good afternoon, my name is Minerva McGonagall, is Ms. Madison in?"
"Yes Ms. McGonagall, I'm Jezibel, come in, and have some tea." She gestured towards the sitting room. "Please remove your shoes at the door, even though she wouldn't say it, Yoshikawa-san would be most disturbed by having someone wearing shoes in her house."
Minerva nodded and bent to remove the strappings on her shoes. After getting the shoes off she ascended the rather high step and gratefully donned on the slippers that Jezibel handed to her. Despite it being summer, the floor was cold.
They entered a smaller room with a short table resting in the center and woven grass matts covering the floor, by the table were a few flat pillows. Rice paper with paintings and calligraphy hung from the walls.
"Please take a seat Ms. McGonagall" Jezibel said as she gestured to the table. "I'll get the tea."
"Please call me Minerva, we might end up co-workers." Jezibel just nodded and padded out of the room. As Minerva waited for the other woman, she heard someone run into the house and shout "TADAIMA" then two voices, one younger and one older respond "okairinasai." Just then the sound of someone running up stairs, then it was quiet. She jumped a little when a voice broke the silence.
"Tea's ready." Jezibel was holding a small tray with a tea pot and two cups on it. She set it down on the table then kneeled beside it. Gesturing towards the other side of the table she said, "Have a seat."
Minerva realized that she was supposed to kneel on the floor. She gave a silent sigh and hoped her bones didn't creak as she bent to sit on the floor.
The tea cup was different, it had no handle and was much narrower than traditional tea cups. Minerva slowly grasped it and to her surprise even though the tea was steaming, the cup was only mildly warm. Jezibel sat and watched her expression with a slight grin. She had the same look on her face nearly ten years ago.
Minerva was surprised at the taste of the tea. She had never had any like it and she had prided herself on being a connoisseur of teas. It had a mellow flavor with a hint of earthiness to it.
"I like this tea, what type is it? I've never had any like it before."
Jezibel smiled at the comment, and before she responded a loud pounding came down the stairs and stopped briefly at the door. The same voice from earlier shouted "Iteckimasu" she quickly responded "Iterashai".
She looked back to Minerva, "it's hoji-chya, I'm not sure but it's a tea that comes from wheat or rice." she paused to take a sip, "very mellow, I like it."
There was a long pause as both sipped their tea. Soon Minerva spoke up.
"I came to explain Hogwarts and the possibility of you teaching there." She looked at Jezibel who just nodded. "It is a school where we teach magic, and because you are not a wizard, there isn't very many teaching positions that could be available to you. In fact there is only one. It's called Muggle studies."
"What is a muggle?"
"A muggle is what wizards call non-magical people."
"Interesting," Jezibel nodded, "go on"
"we already have some one teaching the class, but he is old and interested in retiring, if you are interested in the position, we can probably hire you. You would need to come with me to Hogwarts to meet the headmaster and have an interview." Jezibel just nodded.
"You seem to be taking this well, most muggles are very disbelieving of magic."
"I've always noticed unexplainable phenomena, that and there's so much out there that I find a school of magic believable. Either that or I'm in disbelief but willing to give you a chance to show me." Jezibel responded.
"Would you like to come meet the Headmaster now or tomorrow?."
"Well I'm not going without Senku, so give me time to track him down, and we can be off." Jezibel was cut off by the sound of the first stanza of Beethoven's ninth symphony. "Sorry," she gave Minerva a sheepish smile and then pulled a cell phone from her pocket and put it to her ear.
"Moshi moshi? Madison desu." she waited a moment.
"Hai," she nodded her head.
"Soodane, ima senku to atashi wa Englando ni ikutsumoridesu" another pause
"hai, hai, Matta ne" She hung up the phone.
"That was a friend, said they found Senku wandering around their fields, guess we'll go and get him then leave ne?"
AN: I'm not too well versed on Japanese tea rooms and some culture aspects, but I'm trying. Hopefully you like the read :)
and to answer questions from the reviews, Yep he's still covering the scar, it's because of the stigmatism of facial scars in Japan and now after many years it's a habit to cover it up. And yep, he'll have an accent, but not as bad as most Japanese because his mom's been teaching him English too. But then it's American English as opposed to British English which will pose a accent. Poor dear. He's going to have trouble fitting in, but he'll have an easier time in Britain than Japan.
Thankye's to all whom have reviewed. I wub reviews :P