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RATHER BE THE HUNTER
THAN THE PREY

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NOVEMBER 2024

The school year was still in session, but that didn’t mean there was much time yet before the winter holiday. October had already come and gone, and now November had begun, bringing with it Fall weather. Florence was enjoying the school year, especially with the Ilvermorny transfers that had attended her class, especially when they shared their experiences within the United States. Florence had experienced France and now London, but had always craved to travel, but alas, that may never come to pass for her – especially if she took her tarot reading into consideration.

However, Florence wasn’t the only French person within the school, there were a few that had lived in the United States, and there was one that had transferred from her school, Beauxbatons. Florence had given a Hufflepuff student that she taught a note to give to Madeleine and if the student didn’t chicken out, inevitably Madeleine would be compelled to come to her office, correct? Florence hoped so. She missed Beauxbatons sometimes and perhaps; Madeleine could fill her in on her adventures there as well as reveal if the same professors she had were there. And who knows, maybe the young woman knew her younger sister.

There she sat, at her desk, with a cup of tea before her. A spoon twirling around the content as she graded some papers, her hair pulled back into a small ponytail.

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florence violet fortescue

11.XX.2024

Madeleine had misinterpreted the entire situation. The younger student that had approached her with the letter seemed skittish at best; they were practically dancing in their pants with nervousness as they forced the note into her hands before bolting off. She initially thought this was some sort of strange confession rite that Hogwarts students had. Being propositioned in the common room of all places with dozens of eyes on her, she opened the letter only to be slightly disappointed. It wasn’t from an admirer or the student that handed it over. It was from the Divination professor. She didn’t take Divination, so there was no reason for the professor to be contacting her at all in regards to her grades. Puzzled, Madeleine read it over a few times before realizing how stupid she was. This was the professor that went to Beauxbatons! The epiphany had her jumping to feet, the chair she had been lounging in pushed back from the force of her ejection. The onlookers probably thought she was on a mission to go find true love or get into a fight. They could imagine all they wanted, she was going to go gossip with someone that would probably understand her better than any of her classmates ever would.

Up to the Divination classroom she climbed, having never been there but kind of knowing the general direction of it. Asking a few students along the way, she was pointed in what she assumed was the right staircase. After what seemed like hundreds of steps and turns later, she was met with a classroom door. Rapping her knuckles on it a few times, Madeleine pushed gently, the door popping open enough so that she could peek her head in. “Professor?” she called.

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RATHER BE THE HUNTER
THAN THE PREY

[attr="class","next"] How quickly the message had gotten to the person that she had intended it for was something that she didn’t know. But she had a feeling it wouldn’t take long, nor would it take a while for the girl to appear within her office. The moment she began grading papers, the spoon turning itself within the teacup, there was a knock on her door. Her eyes glanced up, just as an unfamiliar blonde peeked her head in and called to her. A smile slowly appeared upon the redhead's lips as she waved her hand, “Miss Chevalier, I presume? Please—entre,” she said.

“Puis-je vous offrir du thé?” she questioned as the girl slowly entered her classroom, her domain. Not giving the younger woman a chance, she moved her hand that held her wand, and gradually a silver tray moved towards them, different cups of ingredients and an empty teacup upon it.

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TRANSLATIONS 'come on in' & 'can i offer you some tea?'

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florence violet fortescue

11.XX.2024

“Ah yeah! That’s me,” she said as her eyes met the professor’s, who had just on the edge of her peripheral vision when looking into the room. It was weird – she had been nervous the first time meeting all of the professors for the classes she was taking, but she didn’t feel that with this one. Chalking it up to the fact that this professor wouldn’t be critically assessing her every academic move, Madeleine put on a smile and stepped up into the classroom. She had never been to the divination tower before and it was certainly different from any of the rooms her other classes were in. Aside from Care of Magical Creatures and Potions, the layouts were that of a standard classroom. Interchangeable, if not for the knick-knacks lying about that decorated each accordingly. Divination items (artifacts?) were in this room as well, but they looked like they actually served a purpose to the lessons, whereas the other classes did not.

Madeleine didn’t have long to take it all in, with the professor asking if she would like any tea, promptly calling over a set before she could even answer. “Oui, s’il vous plait,” she still said, out of courtesy. If another professor had done that to her, or god forbid a student, she probably would have declined it. That was a power move she liked to execute on those that didn’t have the patience to wait for an answer. In this case it was welcomed, because Madeleine was sure they would get along swimmingly. “So…” she began, moving towards an open seat across from the professor. “I guess you want to talk about home, right Professor? Beauxbatons?” That much had been clear in the letter, but Madeleine wanted to make sure that was at least part of the reason why she was in the Divination Tower. The rest of it was probably the school’s attempt to try and make sure that she was ‘fitting in’ as a transfer. Trying to find her way around the school amongst all the other transfers had been tough at first, but she found her footing within the first week. And it was all uphill from there.