Aveng....er Avistrum Assemble!

[Falchion]

Falchion walks into the Garden Shed, looking for any students or professors that weren't already in the Great Hall.

[Victoria Navidson]

At the distant end of the Greenhouse, Victoria pops her head out from the office door at the top of the leafy spiral staircase. She whistles sharply to get Fal's attention.

"Fal! Up here!" She calls loudly, beckoning him to join them in Professor Deserand's office.

[Falchion]

Falchion looks up and waves to Victoria. He heads to the back of the Greenhouse, and climbs the stairs. Getting to Professor Deserand's office, he pauses and knocks, before pulling out his notepad and pencil. He jots a few sentences, then shows them to the assembled people.

Renfield turned Houdini's portrait into a "Question and Answer" Dowling. Asked him about "Dark Hunters", and the enchantment changed. Professor Kobiyashi showed up, and now we're supposed to assemble in the Great Hall to discuss new development.

He pauses and scribbles on his notepad again, sticking out his tongue as he shows it.

So basically, just another normal day at Avistrum. Wanna come play?

[Victoria Navidson]

Victoria reads what Falcion has written about Dark Hunters and her expression grows grim, the excitement of a moment ago fading yet again. Perhaps it simply wasn't meant to be. Mentally giving herself a shake and scolding herself for such thoughts, Victoria does her best to smile at Fal's attempt to lighten the mood.

"I'm sorry Professor, it looks like this is going to have to wait. We'll meet you in the Great Hall, okay?"

Turning back to Falcion, Victoria puts a hand on his arm to stop him as he turns to leave. "I never got a chance to tell you before; congratulations on making Prefect." Smiling more broadly this time, Victoria gestures for him to precede her out the door, however her smile fades as he turns away from her. Knowing that Professor Deserand is to her back, Victoria allows her expression to grow pensive as she follows Fal to the Great Hall. As grateful as she is to her grandmother for her lessons on how to conceal her emotions, the constant ups and downs of late frequently seem beyond Victoria's abilities to mask.

[Professor Deserand]

The hair on the back of her neck, already prickling, worsens as she reads Falchion's note. She frowns slightly, but also represses the urge to smirk a little at his "normal day" comment. It was so true - peacetimes at the school have always been disrupted by some sort of action. Her smirk fades as she comes back to the moment, worrying about their fugitives.

Falchion, thank you for informing us. Victoria, yes, please head over there - when we have an opportunity again, let us continue our discussion. I do have tools we can utilize - but I will have to send home for them when I get a chance. I'll be right behind you both.

She watches the students leave, then closes the office trapdoor above them. She looks around for a moment, looks down at her feet, looks under her desk. She pulls out a very whomping pair of boots, and trades them for her usual pointy shoes. One never knows when one will have to run, or worse. Her time at Avistrum had been fraught with adventure, and she has learned to be prepared.

Then, grabbing her wand and looking grim, she dashes down the stairs and out of the Greenhouse, locking the Garden Shed door behind her.