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Post by Deleted on Mar 5, 2018 14:48:23 GMT
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Fed up would be a good term to use to describe Leif right then. He left the hospital wing on his own, giving his arm a rub where it ached from carrying an unconscious sixth year all the way down from the fifth floor. The guy was no fairy, and Leif's arms ached, despite him being well over six feet tall and built like a rather studly farmer. Over his back was slung his school bag, which now weighed a bit more thanks to the three bottles of Polyjuice potion he had managed to confiscate from unconscious guy, who, by the way, now looked like a very tall house elf. He had supposedly been trying to get himself and his friends access to the prefect's bathroom for a bit of late night fun, and had whipped up a batch of the potion for each of them using hair from a few of the prefects around the castle. Needless to say he'd gotten a house elf hair instead - Merlin knew how, since they were mostly bald except for a few who he had seen with very wispy comb-overs - and now he was a five foot ten house elf, and he'd freaked out that much that he'd fainted and his friends had panicked. Luckily Leif had been there to calm them down and tell them they were idiots. He wasn't happy that he'd been the one to stumble on the scene, but he knew it was probably better for the sixth years than if Rowle had been the one dealing with it.
The lad was now in a hospital bed with his friends sat around him, all waiting for their head of house to come and give them a good telling off, which Leif had already done, but they deserved it. And now it was his job to go and hand in the Polyjuice potion he had taken from the others to the Potions Professor, who just so happened to be his head of house and the most lovely teacher at the castle. Professor Montague was a breath of fresh air, and Leif felt comfortable going to her for pretty much anything. He did wonder what she'd have to say about students raiding her store cupboard and making themselves potions that weren't allowed for extracurricular activities. He figured she'd either get scary angry, or just handle it like he was telling her he'd just farted a kitten rainbow poof of glitter. Whatever that was. He needed sleep. This Head Boy thing was tiring. Knocking on Professor Montague's office door, he waited outside, glancing around the dungeons for signs of life, arms folded across his chest as he leaned against the cold stone wall. It wasn't much deeper than the basement, but the dungeons always seemed cold and uninviting, yet just a floor higher was the cosiest, warmest place he'd ever known - the Hufflepuff Common room and dorms. Weird how they could be so different. He rested his bag at his feet and waited.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 8, 2018 7:12:44 GMT
Lenore had patrolling tonight, as she did most nights being a head of house, but she didn't actually mind it as much as the other Professors seemed to, she supposed it was because she kept herself well entertained with her own little tunes and songs, singing what she saw. Admittedly her singing might have given her away a time or two and given students ample time to hide or scurry away without her noticing. It was a flawed system she had, granted, but she still enjoyed it, and she was still able to catch the more daft students out of bed after curfew so hat was something. About half the time she caught someone out after curfew she let them off with a warning and proceeded to forget just who she'd given warnings to so sometimes she'd give warnings to the same student over the course of a few weeks before she'd realise and actually deduct points and give detention. There were sometimes students out of bed that didn't even realise it. She remembered her first week of doing night patrol, a student had taken his pyjama pants down and just started peeing in the middle of the hallway. Lenore had no idea what was going on and turned about, calling out for just about any other professor. Thankfully Hazel, in her glorious, all knowing wisdom, had been near by and helped out with the peeing student situation. Turned out the boy was a sleep walker and it always took him a while to settle in. Something Lenore had wished she'd known before patrolling but she supposed it was probably hilarious for the other Professors that a newbie found the peeing-sleepwalker.
So killing time by marking essays, Lenore found herself almost slipping in to a coma until there was a knock at the door. He eyes darted to where the noise had echoed from and she wondered just what was going on. She didn't usually have company, not unless it was Gus suggesting some kind of "staff meeting", something she was always up for. Well up for when she wasn't bombarded with essays, which was when a little staff meeting like that was most needed! Lenore kind of hoped it was time to organise a little staff get together. The last one had been good for the soul! She got up and walked around her desk, a crossing the distance to her office door. With a twist of the handle and a pull she opened the heavy wooden door and spotted one of her students. She didn't have favourites but Leif was quite an accomplished young lad and absolutely wonderful. She'd picked him to be prefect back in his fifth year and he was fantastic enough to keep the position in his sixth year, following on from that he'd been made Head Boy, much to her surprise and absolute delight. The Hufflepuffs were really doing well this school year and brilliant at Quidditch thank to their star captain, Echo. "Scamander," She smiled, pulling her door further open and extending her arm to usher him in, "Come in, come in, what brings you here this evening?"
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Post by Deleted on Mar 15, 2018 13:00:41 GMT
Tall Tales
The door handle turned, though Leif hadn't realised he'd been staring at it until it moved, breaking him from his trance. He stood up tall as Professor Montague appeared in the doorway, picking up his bag again and gently looping it over his arm so that he didn't smash the bottles inside it. "Professor," he greeted, clearing his throat when his voice came out in a bit of a croak. "I'm sorry to disturb you, I've just come from the hospital wing," he followed her inside her office, blue eyes immediately flashing around the room for anything new. He liked to call himself curious rather than nosy, but if there was some new creature bottled on a shelf somewhere, he really would be interested enough to go and have a good look at it. That was not nosiness, that was wanting to educate yourself at all times. His father told him curiosity was a wonderful thing that Leif should never be ashamed of, and that he should embrace it, for how else did people learn, if they didn't take the initiative. His father was probably biased, though, as a curious man himself, but it had never brought Newt any harm, had it?
"I have something for you," he went on, pausing at the Professor's desk and placing his school bag on it. The bottles inside made a clattering sound and Leif winced, unzipping his bag and peering inside. Whizz, Leif's bowtruckle, peeped his head out of the bag, and Leif's eyes widened as he reached a gentle but very large hand in to nudge the little plant-like creature back inside and out of sight. He had kind of broken the cats, owls, or toads rule for school pets this year, but Whizz was so tiny he had so far gone unnoticed. Now wasn't the time for him to out himself, though in all fairness, Leif felt like Professor Montague might be a lot more lenient about it than most other Professors at the castle. Except for Professor Bones, of course, the Care of Magical Creatures Professor would obviously be the best person to discover the likes of a secret pet bowtruckle. Nobody would be discovering Whizz today, though, and Leif quietly shushed him, tucking him out of the way and sighing in relief at the sight of three un-smashed bottles of polyjuice potion. "I took these from a group of sixth years just before," he said, lining the bottles up on Professor Montague's desk. "It's polyjuice. They made a real mess. I thought you'd want the rest before anyone else landed themselves in the hospital wing." He grimaced and ran a hand through his hair.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 17, 2018 14:12:59 GMT
Leif entered the room and Lenore closed the door part way behind him, leaving a slight crack open and walking towards her desk. There was no need to keep this matter private, as far as she was aware, and so she hoped Leif was visiting her with some rather positive news, however upon looking at his face it seemed that he was more inquisitive as to her room rather than what was going on in the moment and that was just fine, she was a patient woman, she liked to think, and there was no use in rushing the lad which was just as well as he started up what he wanted to say without any sort of hesitation once they were in a good enough position to talk face to face. Leif was a smart boy with endless potential in Lenore's eyes. She didn't have favourites, she maintained that, but if she were to have a favourite, or a few, then Leif, perhaps, might be one of them. Okay, he most definitely would be, she thought he was absolutely wonderfully and did her house proud, did her proud. It was people like Leif that made her absolutely overjoyed to have been a Hufflepuff during her time at school. But she didn't have favourites. Obviously.
Always polite Leif apologised but there was certainly no need for it, he seemed to be here on official Head Boy business as he set his bag on her desk and seemed to rummage around for a while. Lenore watched curiously, her brow furrowed a little as she only broke her line of vision to blink every now and then. Eventually Leif pulled out a few bottles and explain the situation. Ah. That was a shame now. Not Leif, just that some students would think it wise to try something like this without supervision and land themselves in the Hospital wing. "I see." She said, taking one of the bottles he set down on her desk and holding it up to the light. It looked rather good she had to admit. The colour and consistency seemed near perfect. She brought it down to her eye level and uncorked the bottle, taking a sniff of the potion and then corking it back up again. Most definitely Polyjuice. "Well this is a bit of a disappointment." She sighed, watching as she carefully placed the bottle back alongside the others that Leif had placed on her desk. "The sixth years in question, have their heads of houses been notified do you know?" First things first all that nonsense, then getting Leif's side of things and his Head Boy, official opinion, on what to do with the younger potioneers, who in some way, Lenore was quite proud of.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2018 20:29:48 GMT
Tall Tales
Leif couldn't help but let out a half snort, half chuckle at Professor Montague saying the news was disappointing. If she'd been there to see the mangled face of the lad who'd drank the potion she'd realise that out of everyone involved, she was probably the least disappointed over what had happened. He cleared his throat, pressing a fist to his mouth as he did so to try and disguise his amusement. A Head Boy really shouldn't be laughing over something like this. Really, really shouldn't. He cleared his throat again. "I, uh," he nodded towards the bottles of the wonky potion. "I think the lad in the hospital wing is probably a bit disappointed too, Miss," he said, trying to keep a straight face as he spoke, but finding that to do that he had to avoid eye contact with the Professor. "I'd get rid of the potion if I were you, it's got, errr... house elf in it."
He snorted again and shoved his hands in his pockets, finding his feet suddenly fascinating as he desperately fought back laughter. He honestly didn't know where it had come from, before he'd had to talk out loud to the Potions Professor about it, he'd found it all kind of immature and annoying, and now that he was having to explain it, the giggles were trying their best to get a good grip on him. He needed to stay in control. She was asking serious questions, like if heads of houses had been informed, he needed to keep his Head boy head on. The word disappointing would not turn him into a snorting idiot. Merlin, he needed sleep. "Yes, I think one of the healers has taken care of that," Leif nodded, feeling the laughter in him calm a little as he forced himself to speak like a responsible young adult who had been trusted with the job of dealing with these things when they occurred. He didn't want that shiny badge taken from him any time soon. "I'm happy to say none of them were Hufflepuffs," he added with a smile. "No one in our house is stupid enough to give themselves the head of a house elf. Proud moment." It really was nice to see that none of his own house were that idiotic. Hufflepuff got a bad reputation as being stupid, but there was often nothing behind that other than nasty people. People like elf head on the first floor.
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