Clockwise Metamorphosis [OPEN TO PROFESSORS]

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Parent-teacher conferences. Fae was neither a parent nor did she consider herself a teacher, but supposedly this was required for the student druids that had decided to go to Hogwarts full time this year. The Council decided that she was the perfect representative to discuss the education of the island's children, and quite frankly, Fae agreed. She had been itching to have conversations with normal people, growing wearier of the political speak each time she went to the mainland. Ultimately all of Hy-Brasil's major problems had resolved themselves overnight, and whilst the barrier was seemingly down for good, there were worse things that could be happening right now. Talking to professors about how the druid children were adjusting to full time schooling would be an excellent way to gauge how her community could move forward. Mainlanders weren't as observant when it came to listening to their children in the same manner that druids were, so she trusted what they brought back to her. She hoped the same could be said about them as students, which was apparently what these 'conferences' were about.

With a list of students in her hands and an accompanying notebook to take down anything important, Fae shrugged off her assigned guardian and entered the castle. As much as the Council tried to argue with her on the subject, Hogwarts was safe now. While there was no way to absolutely know that for a fact, the plants she had passed by on the way up to the school were seemingly happy with the way things were. And plants didn't lie.

She didn't know which professor she'd be speaking to first as there was a whole list for each student, just had instructions on where to go. That alone wasn't difficult as there seemed to be a line of parents heading in approximately the same direction as she was, as well as charmed, bouncing arrow signs that pointed that way too. Happily following them, Fae ended up outside of a room and was somehow next in line. She didn't wait long before there was a line of parents behind her, and only then did she realize the unique situation she was in. They weren't her children, but they were definitely the children of the island that she ruled over. Not too much time was spent thinking about this though, as the door opened and she entered in to speak to the first professor.

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14 February 2028

In Hazel’s view, there were really two categories in the world – things she found interesting, and everything else. Take alchemy – a really ace subject, in her opinion. What isn’t to love about turning ugly things into gold and holding the secrets of the elements in your hands? But teaching alchemy…that was kinda a drag. There were all sorts of regulations and educational standards to follow, and Hazel had to have a curriculum approved instead of just doing whatever she fancied that day. And then marking exams and reading essays…so drab. Hazel mostly relied on Ivy to remind her that it was almost final exams, or that there was a staff meeting coming up, or anything else that resembled grown-up responsibilities. No, Hazel had gotten a taste of that when Asher had taken his little staycation in Azkaban, and she wasn’t keen to try it again.

She must’ve waved off the reminders of parent-teacher conferences a million times, but it still somewhat surprised her that it was today. Like, today today? On Valentine’s Day? It was truly evidence that there must be a god out there, because they hated Hazel and always thwarted any and every attempt to have a good time. Gazing at her calendar with a pout, Hazel used her quill to scratch out any appointments after end-of-day and she scribbled in ’important business’. Deadly important, because she planned to go out to Hogsmeade and get proper drunk. But they needn’t know that.

“Maybe your son should pitch in for a Wit-Sharpening Potion, I hear there’s quite a little black market for those. Byyyyye,” Hazel said airily as she slammed the door in the wizard’s extremely red face. Honestly, like it was her fault they were dressing baboons in school robes and sending them to her classes now. Hazel turned lightly on her heel and sashayed back to her desk, sitting primly on her chair like she hadn’t just suggested that that Gryffindor’s only chance of achieving an P in her class was through magical cheating. She rifled through her bag (with the elegant cursive announcing Too Glam To Give A Damn!) until she took out a list of her upcoming appointments. She squinted at the paper which read ‘High Druid,’ then gave a little ooooh of anticipation. She did love druid alchemy – they were nature-loving hippies until you took a gander at the poisons they’d developed after the Roman rebellions. Tricky little minds, they had. The door opened and Hazel glanced up at the scene – like a fairytale witch had just stepped out of one of Beedle’s stories. And she didn't look a day over...well, younger than Hazel at any rate. And this was parent-teacher conferences, wasn't it? “Merlin, you’ve got kids in their seventh year?” Hazel asked boldly, arching an eyebrow.

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She had known that there were a number of younger professors teaching - that had been brought up by the High Council when she met with them the prior summer about her current role surrounding the druid children. What she hadn't expected was to have the first one she spoke to be similar in age to herself. Maybe it was because she thought she'd discuss things with a grizzled old wizard or a witch with tenure first, and they'd give her a basic understanding of how these things went. Not that anyone close in age to her lacked life experience. Fae tried not to think of herself as a teacher despite frequently acting as such on the island for certain occasions. Younger mainlanders choosing this as their career path was admirable indeed.

Immediately being asked if she had children in seventh year wasn't as much of a shocker as it probably should have been. She also hadn't realized the misunderstanding made by the professor. "In seventh, fifth, and a handful in the lower years too," Fae stated proudly. Somehow Hy-Brasil didn't have any children in sixth year, though that wasn't inherently strange. It was a small community after all.

"Fae Cloudbreaker, High Druid of Hy-Brasil," she introduced herself as she glided across the room. From the looks of the office, this had to be...alchemy? According to her list that meant the professor before her was Professor Hazel Burke. Which also meant she had two students, Fern Ó Baoghill and Raven Grimwood. It was a good thing she hadn't walked into the wrong room immediately. "This is alchemy, is it not? I believe you have Fern and Raven." Fae couldn't help but grin, because she knew the talents of both girls. Alchemy had to be easier than brewing butterbeer for them.

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Magic was deceptive. Anyone who had been in the magical world long enough knew that, which meant you could never really trust your eyes to tell the full story. That could be a blessing and a curse. It meant that insecurities could be hidden, imperfections could be erased, and your wand could dictate exactly what you wanted to show the world. Everything that a proper pureblood should admire and strive for, at any rate. But it also played with reality in peculiar ways. Hazel arched an eyebrow as she looked over Fae – flowy princess dress, magical flowers in full bloom, and a grizzled staff that didn’t quite match the rest of the look. About half a dozen half-baked comments came to her in that moment about the staff, but Hazel just gave an amused smirk at Fae’s proud declaration about her litter of druid kids at Hogwarts.

“Hazel Burke, Alchemy. Proud owner of zero kiddos,” Hazel replied dryly. She opened her mouth to say something else, but Fae was saved from hearing it as Sapphire used Hazel as a strategic launching pad to jump from the floor onto the desk. Her cat seemed highly appreciative of the amount of flowers that had just entered the room, judging by the way her nose tweaks had gone into overdrive. “Don’t let her chew on the leaves. She always throws it up later,” Hazel said with an eye-roll as she nudged Sapphire away, who gave a mew of complaint as she tried to push her way back towards Fae. Drama queen.

Fae had the sort of wide-eyed look of wonder that told Hazel not to engage in too much small talk. She wasn’t sure she could hear anything more about the druid way of life without saying something rude that might cause a diplomatic incident. But she couldn’t help straightening up in her chair at the mention of the druid students. Fae looked quite at peace sitting across from her, a serene smile on her face as she thought about her two lovely angels taking Alchemy. Hazel couldn’t wait to address that Pandora’s Box. So she returned Fae’s grin and nodded. “Specs and Miss Tantrum. I quite like having them in class.” Understatement of the century – Hazel lived for drama.

She waved her wand to summon the proper files and watched two zoom out of the file cabinet and into Hazel’s waiting hand. Fern’s was a nice slim file, with some notes on the girl’s marks and behavior in class. Raven’s, on the other hand – well, it was thicker than most textbooks. And Hazel hadn’t even finished going through all the notes yet. She started with the easy one, and flicked Fern’s open for a quick scan. “Let’s see, Specs…lovely essay on druid spagyrics, even if she used this ghastly green ink…quite a natural at potions, only O in my class for the Aqua Regia assignment…ah, gave a very strict lecture to the class about cauldron safety. Refuses to take the goggles off during class, you know. Well, I’m sure you understand how important protection is.” Even though Hazel was completely sure that druids handled their staffs with absolutely none at all, judging by Fae’s small horde of kids. Hazel eyed Fae doubtfully as she flicked Fern’s file closed again. “Not much to discuss there. But the other one has an attitude. Which we stan, of course, but…” Hazel gave a little sigh, “But it has been flagged by the Headmistress. So maybe we should take a gander at her record?”

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One of the trickiest parts about doing work on the mainland was that the people tended to use words and phrases that hadn't transitioned to Hy-Brasil yet. The Ministry and all of its officials were typically fine, opting for more formal and flowery speech rather than lingo, but Fae had increasingly found it difficult when communicating with normal folks. She just wasn't up to speed on what a lot of that stuff meant. So when Hazel Burke, Alchemy professor stated that she had 'zero kiddos', Fae was a tad lost. She opted to nod her head as if she understood, since that really didn't matter too much to her. Whatever it meant, the welcome distraction of a cat appeared, though her owner tried to restrain her from getting any closer. Silly cats, always eating things that weren't good for them.

Alas, she was here to discuss students and not cats (as much fun as that would have been) and staying on track was sort of important today. There were still a number of professors that she needed to speak to after this as well, so she knew she couldn't be dilly-dallying today of all days. Curiously, Professor Burke referred to the two girls as Specs and Miss Tantrum. Once again she didn't know what 'Specs' meant, but tantrum was certainly in her vernacular. That sounded not too pleasant, despite the professor saying that she liked having them as students. She knew Raven could be a handful at times, but nothing ever too horrible. Her parents had mentioned once or twice that they enjoyed the enthusiasm she had for going to school on the mainland.

Listening intently, Fae made mental notes that Specs - Fern - was doing extremely well in class and persistently wore protective goggles. "Yes, we discuss the importance of wearing protection from a young age. The amount of danger that can come from getting specimens in the eyes...well, surely you know." Magic had a fickle habit of not fixing magical injuries as it always should. Wearing the correct gear for handling plants or mixing potions was extremely important.

As for Raven...another word, 'stan', was used and Fae foolishly grinned as if she understood it. At least until the Headmistress was mentioned to be involved. "Did she do something wrong?" Her demeanor changed, because she knew this had to be brought back to the Grimwoods now. The last thing any of the druids wanted was an unruly child causing problems for mainlanders and Hogwarts.

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Hazel carelessly tossed aside Fern’s file and with another neat flick of her wand it zoomed back into the cabinet of her student files. She wished that all parent-teacher conferences could go so smoothly, but it was a sad fact of this generation. All sparks and no magic, so to speak. Hazel was thoroughly unimpressed with the majority of her students – not too many natural alchemists in the mix, really – which meant she wanted to at least squeeze some fun out of the class. The student drama was self-sustaining, like a Hydra that kept sprouting heads, and there were always weekly developments. The tricky part was making sure it didn’t escalate until it required a teacher’s attention. That was always when it got dull.

Speaking of, Hazel rubbed her hands together and opened Raven’s file. There were some new notes that had been added in the meantime, and she hadn’t gotten a chance to read up yet. Hazel’s smirk turned crooked as Fae nodded intently about her other kid’s persistent use of goggles. “Oh yeah, you don’t need to tell me about the dangers. If you don’t use the right protection…well, you can get saddled with all kinds of long-term damages and bills. Seventeen years of it, or so I’ve heard.” Speaking of, Hazel turned her attention back to the file and started pulling out sheets of parchment. Raven’s grades weren’t too bad, all things considered. She certainly didn’t have any complaints about the high-purity gold the druid student could refine, and she’d certainly produced a lovely little theorem about poison dilution last month.

But the amount of detention. It was somewhat impressive, really. Fae’s smile slid off her face at the mention of the Headmistress, and Hazel shrugged at the question. “What does wrong really mean, anyway? Did she break some school rules? Of course. But most students do at some point here and we need the extra labor from detentions. The caretaker certainly stopped polishing the silver ages ago.” Hazel hooked a finger around Sapphire’s collar before she could pounce at Fae, and picked up one of the notes without further ado. “Raven cursed my iPad so it swears loudly at me every time I try to turn it on,” she read aloud – this one had been anonymous. Hazel quirked an eyebrow. “Did she really? That’s quite funny.” She picked up another note, signed by a Hufflepuff, and continued on. “Raven Grimwood told me I’d be haunted by dead grindylows if I kept using plastic straws.” Well, kids did have vivid imaginations, didn’t they? Hazel picked up another piece of parchment that had been sent by the Potions professor, blinked at it, and set it back down. Even she didn’t dare read that one out-loud. “Well, you get the point, don’t you?”

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Fae had never heard of a plant that could cause exactly seventeen years worth of permanent damage before. Then again, she wasn't a herbologist. As much time as she spent around magical plants, this one had definitely evaded her. Even though the Stinksap produced by the Mimbulus mimbletonia wasn't poisonous, she had heard it was one of the worst of the 'spraying' plants to get in one's eyes. Maybe Fern had learned that lesson at one point or another and decided wearing goggles all the time in class would be a sufficient way from preventing it from happening again. Having looked over the curriculum at Hogwarts as well, Fae knew that the higher level classes utilized plants and ingredients that could cause permanent damage. So it was excellent to hear at least one of the older children was taking proper precautions.

She wasn't completely sure if Professor Burke wanted her to answer, or if the questions were rhetorical. Fae didn't know what 'wrong' was, at least in the sense of how mainlanders perceived it. Wrong for druids varied from accidentally stepping on a budding flower to using dark magic to harm another being. While there were similar comparisons for their mainland counterparts, she had difficulty understanding the level of trouble that Raven had found herself in. Until the c-word was used. Used a curse. The professor seemingly found it entertaining, yet Fae instantly didn't. And she was far from being a High Druid that was stiff on rules and regulations surrounding the usage of magic. But to harm this poor creature? "Is iPad okay?" she asked innocently despite her growing frustration over something that was potentially serious. It didn't matter that the second offense - the dead grindylows haunting students because of plastic usage - was something that she personally agreed with. Though grindylow were intelligent enough beings to not try to eat plastic, that didn't matter right now. Casting a curse on someone else would have to be brought up to the Council. "I hardly find cursing another student to be funny or harmless."

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The drawbacks of being homeschooled meant that Hazel had started her real education far too late, her frequent sneaking out from home notwithstanding. Once she’d left her pureblood community, the druids were the closest reminder of it that she’d seen. They stayed in tight-knit groups, had rather lofty views about blood supremacy, and completely rejected outside traditions that didn’t mesh with their own. They just didn’t seem so judgmental while everyone stayed focused on their tree-hugging ways and fondness for dirt.

Still, there was an obvious downside to this way of life. For purebloods, it was a complete inability to understand basic principles of the wizarding world once you left the bubble. Like doing anything by hand, when there was always a house-elf or even magic to get it done. And for druids? They had a few blind spots too. Hazel didn’t immediately respond to Fae’s bizarre question, and she stared uncomprehendingly at the High Druid for a moment. It seemed like the wrong thing to focus on, and who actually cared? “Oh don’t worry, totes easy to replace,” she said dismissively, tossing the note back into the file and waving her hand in the air carelessly. Hazel assumed one of the Ravenclaws had written this complaint, because there had been a rapid increase in iPad study groups since last year. And anyway, it definitely wasn’t one of the Gryffindors or the note would have continued with a sequel about Raven being smacked in the face with a cursed iPad.

But it all became clear a moment later and Hazel broke out into a fit of giggles. It was true she’d never seen a druid try to operate a piece of technology (and it did seem like such a waste that there wasn’t a reality show about it yet) but come on. They had to have at least heard of it before, right? “No no, iPads are like the love child of a phone and a laptop. But like, a sleek one, not those monsters the gamers use.” It was the only way she could explain since Hazel didn’t have one handy (because honestly, her phone was her life and it would be a betrayal to be caught with another tablet). “Look,” she said casually, leaning back in her chair, “she clearly doesn’t like being here. And I don’t just mean the number of warnings she’s gotten for walking around barefoot. Hogwarts isn’t Hy-Brasil and she can’t force it to be.” Hazel clicked her nails on the table and considered Fae. Her tone turned a little more serious – because with her family history, the Headmistress was watching her closely too. For the sake of the Burke family, Hazel couldn’t afford an incident in her class. “There are Muggleborns here, and werewolves and half-vamps and all sorts. I gotta think about the other kids too. If she wants to stay in my class, she’s gotta try a little harder.”

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Fae knew she had a horrified look on her face. Aghast even. Children - humans - were not something that could simply be replaced. Even if there were mainlander families that seemed to populate faster than an unbridled Devil's Snare, a person was their own being and didn't deserve to be cursed into non-existence. Things at Hogwarts were obviously far worse than she had been led to believe. The High Council said that they were going to help nurture a place of learning and growth. A school that even druid children could gain an education from. But this? This sounded like it was uncontrolled. If the children of Hy-Brasil were having their minds tainted by the mainland...well, the Council was starting to sound right about a lot of things. Fae disliked thinking this way, mainly due to the fact that she tried to find the positives in every situation, but Raven Grimwood would have never contemplated cursing another student prior to coming to Hogwarts. Such a thing simply didn't exist back home. Having Professor Burke laughing about the situation didn't help. Fae hid her more furious emotions, as that wasn't very druid-like, but her horror had shifted to a sternness that had been absent since things were cleared up with the island the previous year.

And then the professor explained herself. iPad wasn't a person, but a piece of technology. An oversized phone apparently. All she could visualize was the one James had shown her, but the size of a textbook. That probably wasn't what it was though. Fae closed her eyes as she took in a long breath, steadily exhaling it to recenter herself. Of course it wasn't another student. What kind of name was iPad? She had disregarded that at first, taking more issue with the the usage of a curse. Which was still a problem, but less of one than it initially had been. The Council wouldn't find that to be nearly as sacrilegious since a giant telephone wasn't sentient, as much as they had a 'life' of their own. Mainlanders with their toys.

Raven's ordeal was detailed further: not wearing shoes inside (which who could blame her, shoes were awkward and constricting), the iPad incident, and apparently other minor things that had added up to her file being as thick as it was. "I will have a talk with her about the use of the curse, but also about what she wants to do going forward. It is only a few more months after all..." It would be one thing if this was the fall term as a fifth year. With the end so close, she failed to understand why was Raven acting out in such a manner. She could have even sent a letter home if this was such an issue for her. Fae would have worked on helping her if she really didn't want to be at Hogwarts. This wasn't a requirement for any of their children. "I apologize on behalf of Hy-Brasil for all of the anguish she has caused you. And for my misunderstanding on the situation. We, as a community, are learning how to better integrate without losing who we are. A lot is learned from the way our children experience the outside world. But it is hard not to worry the whole time." Fae had heard all about it from the parents of all the children. Those that had never left Hy-Brasil before had been terrified the first time their kids left. Everything was an unknown out here, and the best Fae could do was give her reassurances that they would be safe. Raven just seemed to be bending that to her own benefit, which needed to be addressed sooner rather than later.

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They’d touched on a tricky subject. It was one of the fundamental principles of being a teacher that your first thought couldn’t be about yourself, not when you were responsible for the wellbeing of the students. And this thing of worrying about others before yourself…for Hazel that was, like, hard. She just hadn’t been raised that way. Every pureblood learned first thing that it was themselves first and everybody else later. Sure, you could play around with the formula. Teach the kids that the family’s future comes first, force them to think about their sibs and cousins too. But the basic rule still applied and it’d worked pretty damn good for Hazel until now. You know what worrying about other people got you? Wrinkles, worry lines, crow’s feet. And who in the name of Morgana’s bewitched hat wanted that?

But if there was something else that Hazel knew, it was the feeling of having a million pairs of eyes on you. And yeah, most of the time – she liked it. Waltzing into a room with an outfit she’d designed herself, looking like a million galleons and knowing it…well, that was where she shined. But Asher’s arrest had taught her a different kind of attention too. That sensation of walking into the Great Hall and turning heads as she made her way to the staff table, except the eyes were widened with fear. Being hauled into the Ministry for extensive questioning, only to keep suffering the Aurors’ attention long after they’d decided that she’d known nothing. Hanging around the club, making her life difficult just because they could. Being warned by the Headmistress that there was no place for Dark wizards at Hogwarts.

Fae seemed genuinely worried about Raven’s state of mind. Not to mention her apology came off extremely well with her princess looks and the sweetly innocent expression on her face. Hazel knew what she had to say. She knew it, but she hated it. Gritting her teeth, Hazel folded her hands together and searched for that famous Gryffindor nerve. “Just say it, Hazel. Just get it over with,” she muttered to herself, the lame pep talk doing nothing to make her feel better about it. She felt a deep pain inside her chest at the thought of saying it out-loud, but in the end she would just have to spit it out. Like it was poison in her mouth – the sooner it was out, the better. “We have a counselor at Hogwarts,” Hazel said through gritted teeth, “To talk with the students about…their feelings and whatever. She, er…” Hazel stopped to disguise the rest of her sentence with a cough. She had a grimace on her face but she was so close to finishing and then moving into swift denial that she'd ever said such a thing. “She’s supposed to be quite good.”

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Was disappointment the proper way to describe how she was currently feeling about the Raven news? Potentially. The last thing Fae wanted was for a druid to be a burden on the mainland. They all knew to conduct themselves in a fashion that befit who they were as a people, though she also knew that there were times where it became unbearable to watch how the mainlanders treated the nature around them. Every time she had to go to London, it made her feel ill. She had thought she would get over it after doing it for eight years, and yet it still happened. The suffocation of the world by skyscrapers and smog, all wrapped together nicely by their concrete roads and underground tunnel systems. So in a way, Fae understood the difficulties that Raven was encountering. Sometimes this sort of thing didn't appear until there had been too much exposure. Fae used to have an idealistic view on the outside world as well, until the barrier was broken and Hy-Brasil became subjected to all sorts of unknown, wandering eyes that were ready to scrutinize the druid way of life without even attempting to understand. It wasn't fair, because she did her best to learn, and she felt that her people did the same. Alas, acting out was sometimes a cause of this deep frustration that had been growing towards the mainland. She could see why Raven may have started doing these things.

Professor Burke posed an interesting proposition though: for Raven to see the school counselor. Fae wouldn't have known what a counselor was without the additional information added that this teacher supposedly talked to students about their feelings, which she supposed could help. But would a mainland counselor actually understand the dilemma that a druid encountered here? "I would have to discuss this with Raven's parents first, and with her as well of course...but if you think it may help her then I am inclined to believe it will as well."

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There was a bitter taste in Hazel’s mouth from complimenting Parvati, so she immediately resolved to never do it again. It wasn’t like Parvati had ever done something to Hazel, but there was something about…dunno, her general way of being that was just annoying. Like nobody could actually be as perfect as they seemed, so Parvati’s angelic demeanor meant that there definitely had to be some dark spooky skeletons in her closet. Hazel had a talent for gossip, and she’d just love to hear what dirt there was on the school’s supposedly perfect counselor. But for some strange reason, it was discouraged for professors to gossip with students…which left Hazel to scrounge around for scraps in the faculty lounge.

It absolutely grated her to be the one to bring this up as a potential solution for Raven’s social woes, but there we go. If it worked, Hazel could take credit for the brilliant idea to ease the transition for the druid girl into mainland wizard ways. And if it didn’t work, then it was obviously all the counselor’s fault and Hazel could wipe her hands of the whole affair. All in all, she supposed she was rather pleased with herself for coming up with a solution that Fae seemed deep in thought about, and she nodded sagely as the Head Druid suggested that it might just work. “It’d be a shame to see things get worse. Nobody’s been sent to the Hospital Wing yet.” Hazel’s words might’ve sounded sympathetic but they were somewhat negated by the crooked smile she wore. She shrugged her shoulders in that careful balance between casual and elegant. Fae looked quite worried, an expression that clashed magnificently with her nature princess vibes. And hey, Hazel’s class was fairly tame after all – she only taught advanced classes with the older students. Fae might have a fit once she’d gone to see the profs that altogether formed the basic curriculum at Hogwarts. “The kids really can be little beasts sometime, hey?” Hazel noted cheerfully, braiding her hair idly as she smirked at the thought.

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It really would be a shame if things got worse. The professor had that right. Not that Fae believed it would ever progress to nefarious levels, but she had seen the way mainland children flippantly utilized their magic. That easily countered what the druids were taught. Having a child that was already clearly struggling witness magic usage in a way that they weren't allowed had to feel like she was being taunted. Fae felt for poor Raven, and wanted to get to the bottom of what was going on here.

"I find most of them to be quite pleasant, actually" Fae smiled in return to the professor. The druid children were like that, at least. She hadn't spent much time around the mainlander students since she had been here for exams all those years ago. Trying to remember how they had been back then was sort of difficult at this point. Most wondered at the druids with a sort of exoticism that she hadn't understood until she became High Druid. Even during her tour guide days, visitors had always been more taken in by the nature of the island than of the druids themselves. "Again, I am truly sorry for any trouble she has caused. That is not how we are taught to act, and it is definitely worth looking into further for her sake. It may just be that she misses her parents and home."

Fae was sure that it was difficult suddenly being thrust into a school of this size with very little knowledge on what it would actually entail. Even with her research done on the way Hogwarts now functioned the previous summer and the excitement the druid children had for attending, it was completely different once they were here. The regular Hogwarts students had learned all of this from a young age. Most druids hadn't left Hy-Brasil in generations.

"Is there any paperwork that I need to give to their parents? Like anything discussing the issue with...iPad?" Fae still wasn't fully convinced that wasn't the name of some child. She knew her people better than anyone else, but for some reason it came across as such a mainlander name. A little tiny feeling in the back of her head was telling her that Professor Hazel here was concealing an actual attack of sorts and playing it off as a harmless prank. Maybe she'd ask James if he knew whether iPad was a person or a large phone thingy...

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It was a generally accepted piece of knowledge that children were the literal worst, and Hazel arched a skeptical eyebrow at Fae at the idea that she might think any different. Or she might not at all, and it was simply part of the job to pretend that nothing bothered her and that she loved everyone. Being ‘at work’ had never stopped Hazel from sharing her thoughts on everything though, zero filter attached. And that included pureblood parties too. If Hazel saw a fashion faux pas, it would take nothing less than Asher slapping a hand over her mouth to stop her. Not that he’d ever tried that in public, but she saw a look in his eyes sometimes that betrayed exactly how much he wanted to.

Anyway, Hazel finished her braid with a flourish and nodded sagely at Fae’s excuses for Raven’s behavior. Because Hazel really was the queen of finding other reasons for something having gone wrong besides her own behavior, so she knew how to recognize it. She didn’t really care, though. Disciplining students, drawn-out convos with the parents, these were the duller parts of her job. It didn’t have anything to do with Alchemy and the drama dial was always turned down to zero, so Hazel always lost interest soon enough. Still, Ivy had scolded her repeatedly when Hazel had tried to skive off choosing a punishment – so she’d finally sat down to brainstorm because it was honestly less work than being lectured.

“Yeah totes, I’ve got a copy of the file…’round here somewhere. Well anyway, detention doesn’t seem to do much for her so I’ve decided to pull her off the roster for our field trips ‘til end of term. So she won’t be joining us for Flamel’s birthplace or Hy-Brasil.” Hazel idly began to pick at a quill as she tried to remember if she’d actually told Raven that yet before making a face. “You can tell her, if you’d like. Otherwise it’ll come from the Headmistress.” A little cruel not to let Raven join for the Hy-Brasil trip? Honestly, maybe. But her own parents had been wildly strict on the Burke kids and even if it hadn’t done much to change Hazel’s behavior abroad – she quieted down whenever she was forced to go home. Which probably was why she didn’t go home much, but oh well. Hazel had suffered hours of lectures by Ivy to choose a punishment, and she'd finally chosen so that was that. Bored, Hazel threw the quill back down on the desk and sat up so she could look at Fae more clearly. After a few beats of silence, Hazel prodded, “…anything else then?”

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