Who: Timandra Starkey & Esme McQuillen Where: A hallway near the Magical Theory classroom When: During the afternoon of Monday, 16th September What: Some theoretical magical enquiries
The third week of classes finally left Esme with enough time to actually get out of her office and visit various other areas of the castle. Following the disaster of the first day before classes and the news article concerning it, she had been holed up in her tower, engaged in all manner of correspondence with all manner of people; after the Prophet's mention of Jonathan yesterday, she'd been inclined to remain there for the foreseeable future, or at least until the memory of the words had faded.
She found this morning that she instead wished to screw her courage to the sticking place, and with rather enough problems on her plate for the moment, she set out to do something about one of them. Not everything could be managed from an office, even one belonging to the Headmistress of Hogwarts.
She'd been tempted to keep her raven familiar with her for company, after an attempt at a spell in a magical journal had left his feathers and temper ruffled with her; but he preferred to keep to the airy towers and courtyard, and disliked being enticed deeper into the castle, even for the promised reward of hand-fed bits of carrion. She didn't expect to need him directly, regardless, and so left him cawing at the window and snapping down tidbits of raw liver. If the need for a familiar did arise, she could return to coax him into doing her bidding with more determination.
"Professor...oh, Professor Starkey!" It was terribly convenient, happening so easily upon the very professor she'd been seeking out. Here in the corridor, however, was not the appropriate location for the discussion Esme had in mind. "I wonder," she requested after only the briefest of wary hesitations, remarking who was around and might be eavesdropping, "if I might have a moment of your time. Is there somewhere we could speak?"