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Sep 10 2017, 05:21 PM
As always, things had been extremely busy during the start of the year. Not least of all because there was suddenly a need for a new Astronomy Professor. There had been a disappointing amount of turnover over the last couple of years and it left the Headmaster feeling particularly tired. It flashed him back to the rumors of the DADA curse in the time before his attendance but it wasn’t confined to one class.
He’d begun the process of reaching out to find someone who would be able to fill the spot when he was surprised by one of the people who’d expressed an interest. Jethro Lancaster had been a Professor before when he’d been forced to return home to deal with some family issues and David hadn’t thought that he’d ever be coming back. The fact that the man was at least interested was a wonderful thing; there would be precious little need to break the man in to what life at Hogwarts was like and that would be added time helping the students.
After arranging everything so that if the meeting went well he could make the offer on the spot, Norwood had sent an owl off to Jethro asking him to come in for a meeting. Best to get everything out of the way as quickly as possible so that they could all move forward. He’d received word back and the meeting day was finally upon them. Word had come to him through the elves that Jethro had arrived and he hurried down to meet the man at the Entry Hall.
The Headmaster smiled brightly as he saw the man standing, waiting for him, and greeted him, “Jethro, it’s wonderful to see you again.”
“I hope that everything has gone well since we last met?”Jethro Lancaster
Sep 1 2017, 10:05 AM
As with every year since he’d taken over the position of Headmaster, David Norwood sat in the ornate chair at the Head Table and looked out over the sea of student faces before him. The sounds of children reconnecting with friends that they hadn’t seen over the course of the summer was a balm to his soul, and he couldn’t help but notice the more somber atmosphere than there normally was. People were still coming to terms with what had happened at Diagon Alley; there was a sense of tension that wasn’t normally there in the room and even at the Head Table itself.
This year he appreciated more than normal the sorting ceremony; it was nice to have the reminder of why he did what he did. When it eventually came to its end, 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 your new year at Hogwarts!”
“I will try to keep my introductory remarks brief this year, I know that you all must be hungry and I remember how difficult it was to listen to the Headmaster drone on when you just want to eat and talk with your friends,” he continued wistfully, remembering times that were far easier and significantly less complicated.
After a moment’s pause he kept going, “Just a brief reminder of all the normal rules; there is to be no fighting, bullying will not be tolerated. Magic is forbidden in the hallways between classes. Finally, the Forbidden Forest is – as the name would suggest – Forbidden. It is very dangerous and people who feel the need to visit will face severe consequences.”
“There are quite a few more, and any of the Professors or your Heads of House are more than capable of providing you with a complete list.”
“Speaking of your Professors,” he added with an apologetic smile and a motion toward the new face a bit further down the table, “I would like to take this moment to introduce Professor William Longbottom; our new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.”
“Do you have anything to say Professor?”
The brown-haired young man stood and waved to the crowd, “Not a thing, I can hear their stomachs growling from here. I’m looking forward to getting to know you all,” he said before retaking his seat with a smile.
“One final thing that must be addressed be addressed before I turn you loose on your friends. It must be mentioned that you all are aware of the tragedy that happened in Diagon Alley so recently. This sort of violence is only possible as long as we allow ourselves to become separated; to see each other as something other than ourselves.”
“I encourage you all to enjoy your current friends, but also to reach out and meet new people this year that you wouldn’t ordinarily spend time with,” he offered a soft smile and concluded, “That’s all; enjoy your dinner and have fun.”
“Good luck with your new year!”
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