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Jun 12 2017, 09:05 PM
Another year down; Headmaster Norwood was beyond ready for the year to be over and he didn’t like that feeling at all. There hadn’t been any other job in his life that he enjoyed as much as his current position but that didn’t make the year any less frustrating. It had been marked by a long string of successes – both small and large – only to be capped off with a defeat he hadn’t really seen coming. He’d been working very closely with the Minister and now that she was gone he found himself scrambling to set up contingency plans to cover anyone that might take her seat.
Norwood sat at his seat behind the staff table and tapped his fingers on the table as he looked out over the students. They were chattering happily, clearly looking forward to their summer. It was nice to see his students happy, he hoped that they’d be less stubborn next year and that they’d start to give in to the way things were going to be going forward.
Eventually, he stood and raised his hands to get everyone’s attention. Ever since the arrest of the three students for the assault on Maz Cowan, and the news that one of them had actually been sent to Azkaban, the students had been quicker at quieting down and the room swiftly fell silent. His voice echoed out through the room, “Congratulations to all of you.”
“Another year has been completed. You’ve all worked very hard and your efforts have shown. I’m very proud of you. I can’t wait to see just how well you all do next year.”
“Now,” he continued with a bright smile, “it is time to award the House Cup!”
With a short clap, the banners in the room fluttered and altered form as decorations appeared on the wall; leaving the room decked out in Slytherin’s green and silver. With a smile he said, “Congratulations to Slytherin House!”
“You’ve all done very well this year, I wish you all the best over the summer and I look forward to seeing you back here next year!”
With the awarding done, the Headmaster took his seat again behind the head table and allowed the room to descend back into the activity that it had been displaying before his brief speech.
Feb 21 2017, 04:21 PM
Ever since Maz had come to, the Headmaster found there had been precious little time that she didn’t have someone or another stopping in to see her that he was also around. Finally he had an opening in his schedule during classes. Accidentally losing a summons to visit with one of the Professors, he pushed away from his desk and made his way down through some of the hidden passages that would take him to the Hospital Wing without giving any of the staff a chance to catch him and cost him this opportunity.
He smiled as he entered the hospital wing and found that his hopes were right. There weren’t any visitors with class going on, and the nurse seemed to be dealing with what looked like a bad reaction to a poorly made potion; if the tentacles were anything to go by.
With a soft chuckle he entered the room and approached the bed where Maz was laid out and greeted her, “It’s truly good to see you awake and alert.”
“I’m sorry that I haven’t had a chance to come by before now, I trust that you’re healing well?”
The nurse at the school was top rate and Norwood had no doubt that Maz was doing just fine. Still, it was always nice to have confirmation of that and to be able to make sure that nothing had changed in that regard without him becoming aware of it.Maz Cowan
Sep 21 2016, 03:42 PM
Things had been impressively quiet for the beginning of a new year and the Headmaster was actually starting to get a little bit paranoid about it. Generally when things were too quiet for too long it was because something big was about to go down and that wasn’t something that he was truly looking forward to dealing with. A nice peaceful year seemed like just the thing that the doctor ordered even if he didn’t expect to actually get one.
In checking in with the Professors to see how their classes were going, Norwood discovered that the Sannesley boy had expressed an interest in assisting the new Herbology Professor. It had been on the tip of his tongue to just request that she deny him the opportunity after all of the drama the boy had caused the year before. Still, it was unlikely the boy had changed any but he felt that he at least deserved the opportunity so the Headmaster had sent out a message for Professor DeVilaine and Professor MacLeod to join him in his office as soon as they were able.
If the two of them were able to convince him that the boy deserved a chance then he might be willing to allow it, but after the boy’s utter failure to complete – or even work on – his assignments the year before, the Headmaster was not inclined to be lenient.Gwendolyn MacLeodPersephone DeVilaine
Sep 6 2016, 08:52 PM
Once again, Headmaster Norwood sat calmly in his ornate chair at the center of the Staff Table in the Great Hall, looking out over his assembled students. This was going to be an interesting year; the first year that there would be no exceptions to people skipping Muggle Studies and the first true year of trying to move the magical world a little closer to the modern world. For the most part, he was sure that things were going to go fine, but at the same time he knew there were going to be some trouble makers. As that thought filtered through his mind his eyes roamed over the Slytherin table and picked out a few all-too familiar faces around the room.
Once the sorting was over, he rose from his seat and with a mild sonorous charm his voice rose over the clamor of children spread throughout the room, “Welcome to Hogwarts!”
“I know how hungry you all must be, so – as usual – I will try to keep my remarks short. Though, there are a lot of important changes this year. We will begin with the same reminders from every year; magic is forbidden in the hallways between or after classes, fighting and bullying among the students will not be tolerated and finally, as always, the Forbidden Forest was not named by mistake – students may not enter the Forest without supervision by a staff member under any circumstances.”
The smile on his face brightened and he continued, “I would also like to introduce a new face to our august staff,” with a gesture behind him he carried on, “I would like to introduce Professor Declan Hart. He is an alumni of this school and a proud member of Hufflepuff House. He will be teaching Muggle Studies this year and hopefully for some time to come. I trust you will all see to it that he is welcomed warmly and made to feel at home.”
“The final bit of news, as I’m sure that you all remember, Muggle Studies has become a mandatory part of the curriculum for students Third Year and higher. I have spoken with the Ministry and with Professor Hart; any students that he feels is prepared for their exam will be given the opportunity to sit their OWL and or NEWT. I would again point out that it is at his discretion – so you will likely want to do your best for him.”
“That said,” he opened his arms wide in greeting and declaimed, “enjoy the Feast as you prepare for your new year!” and the tables were suddenly laden with food and the sound of conversation among the students rose again.
Aug 29 2016, 08:24 PM
There were a lot of people wandering around the summer camp. It was exactly what Norwood hoped to see every time he came to see how things were going; but it made it a lot more difficult to find the person he was looking for. There were extremely mixed reactions to his appearance and he was stopped and greeted by many parents who wanted to complain about the changes that he was instituting at the school.
Fortunately, there was an equal amount that wanted to thank him and congratulate him for dragging Hogwarts at least a little bit closer to the modern era. Feedback of any kind was useful – if only for telling him where people stood – and he took the time to speak to as many of the people as he could as he made his way around the grounds seeking his quarry.
Just as he was thinking that he was going to have to try another day he caught sight of the student he was seeking and excused himself from the parents that he’d been intercepted by. Once he was free he wove through the crowd and called out as he approached, hoping to get her attention, “Miss Cowan, I was hoping for a moment of your time.”Maz Cowan