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Oct 9, 2016 12:21:09 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 9, 2016 12:21:09 GMT -7
Poe was inside for patrol that day, which was kind of strange. He had gotten too used to patrolling in his Animagus form, though, and needed to readjust to having human limitations in hearing and smell, as well as having the ability to use his wand again. Poe didn't expect to have to use his wand, though, since the only people he was dealing with inside of the walls of the school were students and teachers, hopefully. If anyone else was inside, then Poe would be in a world of trouble, given that they would have had to get through several other defenses. Poe definitely wasn't a match for someone if they could get through those. Poe was walking along the first floor, paying special attention to make sure no one was loitering around the hospital wing. He stopped, though, when he heard a noise coming from a nearby classroom. Poe kept a loose grip on his wand - he didn't want to seem too tense, especially since it was probably nothing, and approached the door to the room, rapping once on it. "Is everything okay in there?" He called, putting his hand on the doorknob and preparing himself to enter, no matter the answer.
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Oct 11, 2016 10:33:55 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2016 10:33:55 GMT -7
Calliope was feeling the stress today, but for once it was actually a good stress. Her mother, who picked up any Muggle mail she received while she was at Hogwarts, had just sent her an owl with two letters roles for the next summer; one was for Phantom which she had expected, but the other was to audition for the lead in the Little Mermaid, which certainly had not been expected! Both roles were exciting; Ariel from the Little Mermaid was something she’d never done before, but with Phantom it’d be a special performance as her best friend had been invited to perform as the Phantom for the summer, and she knew he would not accept unless she did. The problem that was stressing her of course, was that the audition for the Little Mermaid was the same day Phantom wanted their answer - if she was not told outright about her status in the Little Mermaid, she’d lose out on performing as Christine.
She was pacing around her classroom, and as she turned she knocked into one of the desks. “Oof” she exclaimed, smiling at herself. She could be a little clumsy sometimes. She heard someone knock and ask if everything was okay. “Everything is fine!” she called, crossing to the door and opening it to see who was on the other side. “You’re Poet right? The Auror in charge of the school security?” she asked him brightly.
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Oct 11, 2016 11:07:37 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 11, 2016 11:07:37 GMT -7
Poe relaxed a little when a voice on the other side of the door proclaimed that everything was fine. He was in the middle of stashing his wand back in its holster on his wrist when the door opened, and Poe took a step back, slightly startled. “Everyone calls me Poe.” Well, he made everyone call him Poe, because Poet was a stupid name, especially since Poe didn’t consider himself all that talented with words. “I wouldn’t say I’m in charge of the school, per say…” Poe began, shrugging. “More like I end up being the senior Auror around here a lot. I train the young ones, and since so many of them are here, I end up hanging around quite a bit.” There was also the matter of him being one of the few Aurors sufficiently equipped to patrol the Forbidden Forest without fearing for his life, but only Harry knew about that, and Poe didn’t think he ought to go squawking about his Animagus status to just anyone. “You’re a teacher.” Poe observed, though it was fairly obvious, given the fact that the woman was in the classroom and she definitely wasn’t a student. “Which subject?” Poe, like most Aurors, had excelled in school, though he would be the first to admit that he wasn’t always the best student, especially in classes with windows.
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Oct 19, 2016 11:40:05 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2016 11:40:05 GMT -7
Calliope nodded and gave him a smile. “And everyone calls me Callie, but my full name is Calliope” she said warmly, shaking his hand. She laughed a little. “Our names seem to showcase talents we may or may not have been blessed with; my mother named me after the Greek muse of music, dance and song,” she noted, hopping up and sitting on one of the desks in the classroom. “I am a teacher, I teach Muggle Studies. I am a Muggleborn, so my personal experience helped get me the job I suppose,” she told him. She listened as he explained his role in training the new recruits of the Auror program. She knew a few of them were indeed stationed at Hogwarts this year. “Well, you seem to be the most Senior Auror stationed at school, so that would give you a leadership position, would it not?” she reasoned, tilting her head to one side. “How are your recruits faring with their first stationings?” she asked. She’d seen the new Aurors in the halls from time to time; they didn’t look like they were going to crack just yet.
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Oct 19, 2016 13:05:31 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 19, 2016 13:05:31 GMT -7
Poe blinked when the teacher introduced herself. Calliope, who was called Callie. He had to remember that – knowing the teachers in the school was probably something he ought to give more attention to, considering they were the only adults permitted to wander about after hours. Callie said she was named for the Greek muse of music, and Poe raised his eyebrows at her. “So, do you or do you not have a talent for music?” He asked her. “Because I’ll have you know that I’m a rubbish poet.” Sure, he wrote some things on the side, but everyone dabbled a little in poetry, right? It wasn’t like Poe was ever going to get published. Callie said that she taught Muggle Studies, and Poe smiled. “My mum’s a Muggle. She’s the one who taught me how to fly an airplane.” Among other things, but it had always been his mother that Poe was closer to, and he was proud of his Muggle heritage more than anything else he had achieved. Callie went on to ask him about his leadership position, and Poe just shrugged. He liked to think that it was more of a horizontal style of organization, where everyone was equal to everyone else, but it was true that if there was some sort of emergency, Poe would probably be the one they looked to for guidance. When Callie asked about the recruits, Poe shook his head, chuckling a little. “I swear, more of them spend time hanging out with their friends than patrolling.” It was hard, since they were all such recent graduates, to get his trainees to stop spending time with the seventh years when they ought to have been working.
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Oct 27, 2016 17:18:40 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2016 17:18:40 GMT -7
Calliope gave him a warm smile. “I am actually. By the school years light I am a Muggle Studies professor and head of house. But in the summer I perform regularly on the West End,” she told him. “It’s why I knocked into the desk; I just got two offer letters and I’m not sure which to accept - one is the forty year anniversary of my favorite show, and one is to originate a part I’ve always loved,” she admitted, brandishing the two pieces of paper she had in her hands.
She listened to him explain his recruits and chuckled. “You’ll have to forgive them; they probably still think of themselves more as students than adults. They’ll get the bump of reality soon I am sure; hopefully it’s nothing too serious that causes it," she reasoned. She remembered when she had graduated from Hogwarts; to the Muggle world she was still young and green, even though she’d just been through seven rigorous years of magical schooling. It had taken her several months to get used to the notion that most Wizards went straight into a career path at seventeen or eighteen, but by then she’d joined the company of Phantom as Christines’ understudy and her choice of theater had been made.
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Oct 28, 2016 13:10:48 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2016 13:10:48 GMT -7
Callie said that she actually was talented at music, and Poe smiled a little. So much for being inaccurately named, he thought with a wry smile. He nodded when she mentioned the West End, wanting to convey that he knew what she was talking about, given the Muggle mother and all. She laid out her dilemma about two conflicting offers, and Poe nodded again. “If you were one of my recruits, I’d tell you to flip a coin.” Poe informed her. “No matter which way it lands, you’ll know when it’s in the air which one you’re hoping for.” It was a surprisingly easy method for determining which choice to make, especially since the actual result didn’t matter at all.
“I know.” He replied blithely when Callie said that his recruits thought about themselves more as students as adults. He had been doing this job too long not to realize that. What Callie didn’t realize was that it was Poe’s job to be the bump of reality that she referenced – he had to drag them into adulthood, come hell or high water, so by the time they were full Aurors they were ready for all of the horrors that they would see. His job was different from a Hogwarts professor’s in that respect, but he still was responsible for protecting and nurturing his recruits until they could handle reality on their own.
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