OWL for Professor K on Aladren Commons

Amy Fox

September 14, 2007 11:05 AM

OWL for Professor K by Amy Fox

If there was one thing for certain- at least in the mind of Amy Fox- Quidditch took precedence above all else. One must live and breathe it in order to succeed. Of course, doing so could, at times, tend to make one go a little too far- such as in her case- but that was besides the point.

The fact that Amy was still stuck in this godforsaken school tended to put a giant damper on things. But- she had to constantly remind herself- she was starting to get used to the routine. She was beginning to recognize each team's captain and she also noted that each was now getting close to their seventh year- the captains either fifth or sixth years- and thus they needed someone to follow in their footsteps.

After finally making a decision, an Assistant Captain was appointed for each team. A note was tied onto the legs of four owls, each being sent to a Head of House.

K - read the letter to the Aladren Head of House,

Please inform Ben Stafford that he has been selected as the Assistant Captain for Aladren's Quidditch team.

- Fox\r\n\r\n

0 Amy Fox OWL for Professor K 0 Amy Fox 1 5

Professor K

September 14, 2007 9:29 PM

How Nice, Calling for Ms. Wright and Mr. Stafford by Professor K

Kiva was busy working on her lesson plans when the sudden arrival of the owl startled her. She grabbed the letter from the owl and watched as it flew off to continue on with its duties. Wondering who would be owling her, and briefly wondering if it was Dwayne with news, Kiva unrolled the letter and discovered it was from Amy, the Quidditch coach.

Placing the letter aside, Kiva quickly jotted down two quick notes and called over Wesley. Tying the notes off onto the owl, Kiva spoke quietly. "Grab Anne Wright and Ben Stafford. Right for Girls, Left for boys. Off you go."

The notes were rather short, each reading one simple line:

Please come and see me now.

Kiva thought they might be a bit intimidated by the message, but that wasn't her intentions. She simply wanted to get this done and out of the way before she forgot.

0 Professor K How Nice, Calling for Ms. Wright and Mr. Stafford 0 Professor K 0 5

Anne Wright

September 15, 2007 3:56 AM

Just lovely. by Anne Wright

Anne was lying on her bed, pretending to be immersed in her Charms book, when the owl came. Slowly, so she didn't scare it and so provoke it to attack, she began inching away from it. Post owls were fairly intelligent creatures, but no one ever sent her mail, which meant this one couldn't tell Anne from Bella. As hair color was their greatest common feature and they otherwise looked little alike, her opinion of this owl's intelligence was distinctly low from the start.

"I'm Anne," she told it crossly, now cross-legged near her headboard. "Not Bella. Anne."

It didn't go away. Who on earth would send her mail? If the St. Martins wanted to contact her, they had a large network of cousins to do it through, and the Wrights had her little cousin Gray now, though she was sure this had nothing to do with them. Felix was still in relatively good shape, or had been when she'd left, and they surely wouldn't spend enough money to buy a new one without cause...Getting her note off the owl without injury, she opened it, read it, and started to feel somewhat ill. As if having to hide in her dorm room to avoid Geoff wasn't bad enough, she was being called to a meeting with Kijewski.

Being called to a meeting with a teacher was stressful. The same meeting with the Deputy Headmistress or - even worse - the Headmaster was even more stressful. Being called to see the teacher of her least-favorite class who did double-duty as the Deputy Headmistress, especially when she was all but sure that person didn't like her, was outright frightening, and it didn't matter that she'd always privately thought of Kijewski as a little soft.

She glanced down at what she was wearing. Maybe it was just her inner St. Martin talking, but she didn't think that her shorts and ponytail were appropriate meeting wear. She took another look at the note. 'Now' implied urgency; she didn't want to get in trouble for being late on top of whatever it was...Grimacing, torn between foreboding and amusement at a mental image of Aunt Sarah's face if she heard of this, she shoved her feet in a pair of sandals, yanked her hair down, ran a hand through it, and headed downstairs.

She crossed the common room quickly, her eyes fixed on the floor so she wouldn't even have to know if Geoff was in it or not. She had seen him at the Opening Feast, of course - he had hovered awkwardly in the background while Lenny did her best to act as if nothing were wrong as they'd greeted each other. They hadn't spoken since; she didn't even know which House Lavinia had gone into, though she was sure the youngest Layne wasn't an Aladren. Anne had looked for her, but hadn't spotted her in the crowd of first years.

She hesitated outside Kijewski's door, a thousand horrible scenarios running through her head. Being in trouble would be bad; hearing that something bad had happened to someone she knew - even Lila - would be infinitely worse. As there was no way to change it by dithering by a door, though, it was only a moment before she pulled herself together, gave the door a light rap to announce her presence, and went in to hear - whatever she was going to hear. Anne debated the wisdom of smiling, then decided against it. "I - erm - got your owl, Professor," she said, then drew a blank. She was not good at this sort of thing.

16 Anne Wright Just lovely. 59 Anne Wright 0 5

Kiva

September 27, 2007 6:14 PM

Relax by Kiva

Kiva went back to working on her lessons as soon as the owl was gone. She didn't know how long it would be for the students to get there and Kiva didn't want to waste any time. She needed to get all of this done, plus send an owl to Billy to complete the plans for the school trip. If they were going to make it an annual trip, she wanted to make sure this years trip went well.

However, only shortly after returning to her work she was interupted again, but this time by a knock. Kiva smiled at the sight of Anne. Whenever Kiva saw the girl, she couldn't help but feel as though the fifth year was full of anxioty. Perhaps it was at Kiva, or maybe she was just the sort who was always worried about something. Neither seemed like the sort of answer Kiva was looking for.

"Come on in, Anne. I hope I didn't interupt you or anything, I just wanted to get this done and out of the way. Please have a seat." Kiva waited for Anne to get comfortable. She debated on waiting a bit longer for Ben to arrive, but since she had no idea if the owl had gotten to him yet or where he was located in the school, she opted to just continue without him.

"I got an Owl from Coach Fox this evening." Kiva began. "It looks like this year she's chosen Assistant Captains for the teams. And for Aladren, Ben Stafford has been chosen." Kiva announced to Anne, looking intently for any sort of negative reaction. The last thing Kiva needed to deal with was Anne and Ben not getting along. "I figured you should either be the one to tell him or be here when I did."

0 Kiva Relax 0 Kiva 0 5

Anne

September 29, 2007 2:50 PM

Er...I'll try? by Anne

Anne returned Kijewski's smile awkwardly, deciding that, as the professor probably wouldn't be in such a good mood if a student had died, it was best to be polite. She didn't know how much of it was real and how much she was making up, but she had always gotten the impression that her Head of House disapproved of her. Doing things to solicit disapproval was not recommendable, especially not with teachers. She forced her hands to stay first by her sides and then in her lap as she took the offered seat, well away from her hair.

She didn't much care for the use of 'get this done and out of the way' - the expression reeked of bad news - but Anne was now relatively sure nothing was wrong. Kijewski didn't look upset or angry, and she surely would have been one or the other if things were going awry. This was probably one of those student-teacher conference things, the purpose of which was to get it through her head that CATS had to take priority over winning the Championship. It was probably in some obscure rule book that the Heads of Houses had to sit down with captains in test years to make sure they got the message.

"No, ma'am," she said, as pleasantly as possible. "I was just reading ahead a little for class." Apart from being the truth, that also sounded good. If she was taking her classes seriously on her own, this meeting could be done with sooner. It didn't hurt that if she was taking class seriously, she could not be an obsessed wacko who had no life outside of her lousy Quidditch team. It was hard to believe Geoffrey would have the nerve to tell the Deputy Headmistress she was crazy, but it wasn't impossible.

It didn't take the professor long to prove every theory she had developed wrong. Anne blinked once, surprised, and then started thinking fast. She had no need or desire for help - she had managed the team perfectly well on her own for four years - but she was also neither brave nor stupid enough to argue with Fox. At least it wasn't Welsh she was being made to share power with. It was hard enough putting up with the older girl's silent hostility as it was. "Oh." She was just brilliant. If that wasn't the best reaction in history, she was a cantaloupe. "Er - what does that entail, exactly?"

16 Anne Er...I'll try? 59 Anne 0 5

Ben Stafford

September 30, 2007 12:03 PM

I'm late! by Ben Stafford

Ben was sitting around his dorm, thinking. Well, actually, if truth be told, he wasn't actually thinking, it was more of a 'stare-out-the-window-pretending-to-be-thinking' type of thinking. At any rate, when the owl arrived, Ben didn't even notice it's arrival. Owls were commonplace, of course, and since Ben knew his mother was in rehearsal all the time and his father was nearly always at his office, there was a slim chance that someone else was writing to him. It wasn't until the owl nipped impatiently at his ear did he take real notice.

He ripped open the letter, a little angry at the rude way in which he was pulled from his reverie. It took Ben a moment to process what he'd just read. Was he in trouble? Ben was fairly confident that he hadn't broken any major rules since the beginning of term, so why was he being called into his Head of House's office? Maybe Lexi has done something. Yeah, he quickly reasoned with himself, That's it. Lex has gone out and done something any now they want me to hear about it. Or something...

Pulling on a pair of sandals, Ben exited his dorm and made his way out to Professor K's office. He knocked hesitantly, and then pushed the door in slightly to stick his head through.

"Professor? You wanted to see me?" Ben was startled to see Anne in there as well, and quickly excused himself, "I'm sorry, I'll come back another time, if you need me to..."

0 Ben Stafford I'm late! 58 Ben Stafford 0 5

Professor K

October 02, 2007 8:15 PM

It's alright. by Professor K

Kiva wasn't really sure of the reaction she expected from her Fifth year student at the news of an Assistant Captain. Or even at the news that one had been appointed for her. But the lack of reaction wasn't something that Kiva had expected at all. Excitement, even anger, but not a flat 'oh'.

But then, the more she thought about it, the more Kiva realized that Anne had always been a caculating person. When she was in her office just the year before, Kiva got the distinct impression that Anne had been picking and choosing her words carefully. Not because the situation warranted it, but because Kiva assumed that Anne was the sort of girl who simply did that. Whether it be fear for the outcome of her words, or just a habit, Kiva had no way of knowing.

Before Kiva could answer Anne's question, Ben made his appearance and nearly hasty retreat. "It's alright Ben, we were waiting for you." Kiva called out to boy before he could run off. "Please come have a seat." Kiva gestured to the other empty chair in her office. "As I have just informed Ms. Wright, I received word from Coach Fox that Assistant Captains were chosen this year. For us that would be you." Kiva told Ben.

She returned her attention back to Anne. "As for your earlier question, Anne, unfortunately I don't know the specifics of the Assistant Captains duties. That you'll have to ask Coach Fox for. But, I can only assume that as Assistant Captain, they will help with setting up and carrying practices, be there for games if you can't be. If it's more than that, I haven't a clue. My duty was simply to inform the two of you." Kiva grinned. "Alright, I'm sure the two of you have things to discuss or work to do." Kiva declared, officially dismissing the two.

0 Professor K It's alright. 0 Professor K 0 5

Anne

October 03, 2007 10:41 PM

...as long as it's not to a game. by Anne

Anne turned quickly in her chair when Ben came in, starting to play with the ends of her hair as soon as she registered his identity. She offered him a slightly forced smile. They had met within minutes of being Sorted and had gotten along well ever since, but that had been before Fox made him into a potential threat. When all she had outside of her classes was a half-crazy cousin, an extremely talkative shadow, and Quidditch, the game became a priority rather quickly.

She nodded slowly when Kijewski got back to her, but didn't point out that the only way she'd ever miss a game would be comatose. There was no point in saying any of the things on her mind; it would be wasting her time, breath, and energy, because all she stood to get out of it was a reputation for immaturity. The biggest fool on the planet could be thought wise when he kept his mouth shut. She wasn't all that great at keeping her mouth shut, but there were times when it was just too obviously the best option for even her to miss it, at least while calm. She smiled again at her new second-in-command, this time a bit more naturally.

"Excellent," she said briskly, completely straightfaced. "I can't tell you how much easier you'll make things for me by taking all the Howlers. Some of these parents seem to think it's my fault their kids can't come to practices and make a passing grade in Transfiguration." She paused to look for a reaction before laughing. "Just kiddin'. Congratulations on the promotion." Catching the unspoken cue that it was about time to go, she stood up. "Get back to me on which evenings are best for you to discuss tactics. We'll need to do it at least twice a week."

16 Anne ...as long as it's not to a game. 59 Anne 0 5