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Oct 18, 2017 19:36:34 GMT -7
Post by maxima ruqayyah greyback on Oct 18, 2017 19:36:34 GMT -7
When she had approached Professor McGonagall with the matter of her and Quinn's needing to meet with her, the last thing that Maxima had expected was that the headmistress would be able to meet with them on that very same Friday evening, yet that was precisely what had happened. The meeting wasn't pushed until the next week or disregarded, and Max nearly pinched herself in response to the best-case scenario that was unfolding before her. Here they were, three days into May, and the plan that she and Quinn had discussed in that fourth-floor bathroom was being put into motion.
She had tried her best to convey the urgency of the situation to the elderly witch, although she hadn't elaborated much. There wasn't much more that she knew other than that Quinn would be in danger if she returned back to the foster family with whom she had been living. It had to be on Quinn's shoulders to explain everything, which was admittedly worrying to Max, who'd had to rush off to find the Ravenclaw and tell her that she was being completely serious when she said that, yes, Professor McGonagall could meet with them… in fifteen minutes' time.
Having ascended the staircase to the headmistress's office a step ahead of Quinn, Max stepped aside once at the top and offered out her hand. “…Are you ready?” Her cheeks were flushed from having had to race back, but she didn't care. There wasn't ever going to be a “good” time for a conversation like the one they were about to have, but they were only a few steps away from where they needed to be, the oak double doors before them.
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Oct 18, 2017 19:48:27 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2017 19:48:27 GMT -7
Quinn had always tried to work things out logically in her head, tossing around pros and cons of almost every decision she made. It was such a Ravenclaw thing, but it had always helped her out when she began to over think and stress on things. Now though - it was failing her, as she followed close behind Max, easily keeping up with her even as her mind was distracted and panic was brewing in her chest. She knew - logically, this was a best case situation - that the sooner it was sorted out the better. But, emotionally - it was honestly damn well terrifying. It was happening so soon - she had no time to prepare. No time to work out what to say. She'd have to wing it, to just... do it. It was terrifying - she had no plans, no prepared things to start with. By the time they were there, just outside McGonagall's office - Quinn's face was pale, her hands clutching together as she tried to calm the panic inside of her. She wished for a brief moment Seph was with her - before shaking her head, green eyes focusing on Max as she tried to push a smile on her face only to fail. "I..I don't think I could be ready for this M." The words came out forced as she reached out, squeezing the offered hand, "..Theres no choice - i have to do this.." She was more or less saying it for her own benefit rather than actually talking to the other girl, she was scared though. While Max knew basics - she knew McGonagall would need a little more than that, for things to actually change she would need to speak about details and things she'd rather just forget about. But they had to change - she couldn't risk going back to that place after the school year was over. "L-Lets do this." She nodded after a moment, still clinging to Max's hand as she stepped forward, looking around once inside, she couldn't really remember a time she had to come into the Headmistresses Office, and here she was - under circumstances she never would have thought would happen. @headmistress maxima ruqayyah greyback
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Oct 23, 2017 8:53:53 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 23, 2017 8:53:53 GMT -7
Being Headmistress had its perks.... and it's cons. This situation in particular was the latter. Maxima Greyback had approached the elderly woman wishing to discuss the situation of her friend, Quinn Price in private. That was enough to inform the woman that it was a very serious situation. One that meant she was approached as an authority figure and not just someone to vent to. Sometimes you had to deal with very personal, and private matters, which was never a good situation. To these students Minerva was the highest power they could reach. And thus... this meeting with the two girls would be one of those situations. She could only hope they what authority and power she did have would be enough.
Minerva sat at her large oak desk, reading over the final reports in the Tri-wizard tournament and signing off on their departure when her young guests finally arrived. "Come sit." she said as she rose to her feet, motioning to the arm chairs by the fire place. A more casual and relaxed setting would be better in this sidtustion then the formality of her desk. Using her cane, the woman moved to the hearth in question. With a wave of her hand several things happened at once. The fire lit, the lid on the biscuit tins disappeared and three tea cups and a matching kettle appeared. Lowering herself into one of the chairs she glanced at the pair, first to Max, the moral support of the two and then to Quinn, who was the source of this meeting.
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Oct 23, 2017 12:22:19 GMT -7
Post by maxima ruqayyah greyback on Oct 23, 2017 12:22:19 GMT -7
“Come in.”
Surprised to see that the professor was motioning in the direction of the armchairs and not towards her desk, Max nodded her head. She watched as, wandlessly, the fire flickered to life, the lid was removed from a tin of biscuits, and three cups and a kettle materialized, seemingly out of nothing. Looking in Quinn's direction, she smiled again, glad to see that even Professor McGonagall wanted to put them—and especially Quinn, no doubt—at ease.
Waiting for the headmistress to get herself situated before going over to sit for herself, Max caught the elderly witch's gaze and gave her a small nod of acknowledgment. She made it a point to keep her hold on Quinn's hand until she had to seat herself, at which point she let go. While she sat up straighter in the armchair than was usual for her, she spent a moment crossing and uncrossing her legs, trying to figure out which would be more appropriate.
Max looked to Quinn again and then to the professor before she spoke. “Thank you for meeting with us so soon, Professor McGonagall,” she said graciously. “I didn't expect it. We might've had to run here…” She willingly admitted that much, though at least they were there on time.
This wasn't her meeting, though; it was Quinn's. Not wanting to dump the burden of having to explain everything onto her shoulders, Max tried to provide what background she could. Remaining articulate, however, was a challenge. “I asked if you could meet with us, Professor, because…” She swallowed and glanced at Quinn. “Quinn is a foster child… She's Muggle-born… And she told me that… her foster carers have been… abusing her.” Max tried not to let her last words linger, for Quinn's sake, and began to speak more quickly. “I know there's the orphanage, Pupillus Domum—I know two students who live there—and… I don't know if there are other options, but that's why we're here,” Max explained. “Because it's almost summer and Quinn's in danger if she goes back to where she's living.”
She looked over at the Ravenclaw hesitantly and paused, lowering her voice in spite of the fact that it wouldn't achieve much. “Do you… want to show her… what you showed me?”
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Oct 24, 2017 23:05:08 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 24, 2017 23:05:08 GMT -7
The last time she had been in the office had been in first year, at least - as far as she could remember - it was not long after arriving, she had struggled at first. Magic still being something so... new. But it was different now, the Headmistress while not new to the school exactly - was newer still as a Headmistress to them all. This time though - it was far different than just a meeting to see how she was adjusting the magical world - it was far more serious and to Quinn - far more terrifying regardless of her not being on her own. She had started shaking slightly by the time they were offered a seat - green eyes focusing on anything else other than the two people in the same room as her. It was something she often did when she was overwhelmed, which right now - she truly was. Sitting down - it helped, it hadn't been expected for them to sit in such a comfortable - almost calming spot, instead having assumed they would be sitting across the Headmistresses desk. It helped ease things - at least a little, which she was pretty sure had been the intention. Still she found herself unable to push the words out - instead she glanced at Max - silently praying the other girl would start things off - which.. thankfully Max did. But then - hearing it from someone else - her ...situation. That word.... abusing. She had known what it was - what it was called - but.. hearing it from someone else was..well it was a bit of a shock even to herself. Her head dropped, hands clutching the hems of her sleeves as her hair falls into her face - almost curtaining her off from those around her. Trying to compose herself as she felt her eyes burning - and then.. Max spoke to her.
“Do you… want to show her… what you showed me?”
She glanced up, looking at the Headmistress silently for a moment before peering at her friend - she knew it was probably a good suggestion, the proof of what had been done was right there - on her body and likely would be for the rest of her life. Even magic couldn't fix everything - although it may be able to help fade things at some point. Her gaze moves back to their Headmistress as she takes a small breath before for the first timein the meeting she speaks up - her voice quiet, but still easily heard. "Max... Max is telling the truth.. its not some..horrible prank or ..something.. they aren't.. lies." it was a struggle - getting the words out - for a moment it took her back to before her first year when she had tried to speak up about another home she had been in - no. This was different, this time she was older - this time she wasn't alone either. "Th-The current home I have been in - Last Break...was.. bad. I-Its not the ..first bad one.." she glanced at Max - looking for re-assurance before shakily her hand tugs a sleeve up - the skin beneath her sleeve had several small scars - but higher up, it appeared worse - small round shapes - burns that had scarred over, old scars covered with other newer scars. "I..didn' do these to myself..." @headmistress maxima ruqayyah greyback
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Oct 30, 2017 8:56:02 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2017 8:56:02 GMT -7
It was clear to Minerva that the source for this meeting was Quinn, even if she hadn't been told. The blonde was nervous and avoiding all eye contact while Maxima took immediate charge. Yeah headmistress' gaze settled in the Slytherin as she spoke, completely silent with an unreadable expression. When things were serious it was always impossible to tell what the elderly woman was thinking or feeling, her emotions almost cut off from any physical look. All that was left was the serious and stern woman, absorbing the information and carefully calculating a response.
Even in that short pause between Maxima speaking and Quinn she didn't speak, but her gaze moved from the darker haired girl to the blonde. First down at the exposed scars and then to her face. Still completely unreadable. "It would be quite an adjustment. The foster system operates very differently then an orphanage." she finally explained. "I will also have to report the abuse to have you removed from the foster home your in." either way she'd have to report the abuse. But she wanted the girls to know first.
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Oct 30, 2017 12:42:38 GMT -7
Post by maxima ruqayyah greyback on Oct 30, 2017 12:42:38 GMT -7
Quinn, willing to show her scars, backed up everything, reassuring Professor McGonagall that they weren’t sitting in her office for the sake of pranking her or lying. “Th-The current home I have been in— Last Break… was… bad. I-It’s not the… first bad one…”
Although she had seen the marks made on Quinn’s skin once before, Max was still just as horrified that someone could have injured her so deliberately—as she had been the first time that she had seen the scarring. She kept herself from looking at them for any longer than was necessary, trying to wordlessly reassure Quinn as they waited for Professor McGonagall to say something.
Getting a response out of their headmistress seemed almost impossible, though Max could tell that she hadn’t disregarded the scars. She had seen them—there wasn’t any doubt about that—but that was all she knew for sure. Unfortunately, Professor McGonagall—Max had learned—was one of those people whose reactions couldn’t be gauged by her expressions alone; she had to be heard completely for any sense of what she was actually thinking behind her stern gaze and professional demeanor. And, when Professor McGonagall finally spoke again, Max grew increasingly nervous with every word out of the woman’s mouth.
“It would be quite an adjustment,” McGonagall informed them, the comment clearly meant for Quinn. “The foster system operates very differently than an orphanage.” From what little Max knew on the subject, she didn’t think that the Muggle world had very many orphanages anymore, as a whole. The few orphanages that still existed for Muggles were usually in poorer countries or seen as relics from the past. But the orphanage had to be a better option, in Quinn’s case. She didn’t think that Georgie and Lance had ever had any problems there, aside from being two of the oldest under the orphanage’s care and not having much of their own. If they had ever had severe issues, though, they hadn’t mentioned them.
Still, what Professor McGonagall was saying sounded like nothing but bad news. Her hands were tied, so to speak, it seemed. Max braced herself for the worst: She was going to say that foster care was too different from the magical orphanage and that she was sorry but there was nothing more that she could do to help.
Except that wasn’t what she said. “I will also have to report the abuse to have you removed from the foster home you’re in,” were the exact words, and Max looked to Quinn again. There was hope, and it was what Max knew that Quinn needed. She would be taken out of care of the people with whom she was living; that was the good news.
But then what? Max looked between Professor McGonagall and Quinn. “…And you’ll see that she’s safe?” she asked. She didn’t want to put words into the headmistress’s mouth, but she hoped that that was what Professor McGonagall was implying. While she wasn’t distrustful of Muggles as a whole, Max wasn’t about to trust the people who had put Quinn in her current home to find her a different one. There was no telling how much worse it could be, and going from one bad home to another wouldn’t help.
“The Muggles…” Max thought long and hard. “Professor…” If Quinn were put back into another home with different Muggles, wouldn’t that make for another possible breach of magical secrecy? “If Quinn goes to another Muggle home—another Muggle carer—then, because she’s a witch, wouldn’t the Ministry see that as a risk to the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy?” Maybe it wasn’t a “breach”, as such; Max wasn’t sure enough of the wording of the statute to state her point with confidence in that, but there had to be a legitimate concern. “Because the Muggles have got to know where she goes to school, haven’t they?” Someone had to take her to King’s Cross to board the train to Hogwarts, and they wouldn’t have dropped off an eleven-year-old for no reason… “Wouldn’t it make more sense… to put her with a magical family?” Even a Muggle with magical relations would work, she assumed, or a Squib who was living as a Muggle.
“Quinn shouldn’t be forced to hide who she is,” Max asserted. “E-Even with the prejudice against Muggle-borns,” she explained, unable to deny that it existed and that it had happened repeatedly—to Muggle-born Ravenclaw students, no less—the previous year. “If it’s too hard to—if she can’t go to the orphanage, she’s safer with someone with connections to the magical world.”
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Oct 31, 2017 1:38:23 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2017 1:38:23 GMT -7
Quinn was usually far from being this quiet, it wasn't like her. But this whole situation was far from being within her comfort zone, she did know it was logically a good thing. Of course it was - no one knew what she had been through, not completely. What she had told Max had only been part of what she had been through - it was only one home she had been in, and yes it was a bad one - quite bad actually. But it wasn't the only one, she had been through a lot - been through many foster homes - a few good ones, ones she had wished and prayed to be able to stay in at the time, but - there had been more bad than good ones. She was still uncomfortable, still avoiding looking at their headmistress as much as she could. It was hard to read her - and while at times Quinn could be hard to read - in this moment, everything was written right there on her face - every tiny fearful emotion, every tiny uncertainty she was feeling - it was right there on her face and in her body language. The Ravenclaw looked positively shaken. She was glad that Max had been able to start things off, although hearing her own story from someone else was rather a strange experience and it made her feel slightly sick to her stomach. She was thankful for the Slytherin's support and that she wasn't alone - that Max had cared enough to not only help her, but to also come with her. Showing her scars... that was probably the hardest part, although they didn't end on her arms - those were just the ones that were easier to see and the ones Max knew of. Her stomach turned as she refused to look at her own arms - her eyes focusing on the Headmistress, but there was no visible reaction. The following words though, those took Quinn back - her sleeve quickly covering her arms again as her face paled even more. It didn't seem likely that she would be placed in an Orphanage after all, so what would that mean for her? Report the Abuse. Those words rang loudly in the blonde girls head as if McGonagall had shouted them in her ear. It was something she had been certain would come up - but to be spoken of so quickly, that wasn't something she had expected. She remained quiet, her lips pressed together as her eyes dropped - staring at her hands, both of which were grasped together, her nails biting into her skin slightly. But even if things didn't work out too well, at least she would be away from this home if nothing else. Bittersweet ending, it wasn't the best outcome but it was far from the worst - something that Quinn had become used to. Another switch in homes. Quinn was still silent, to the others in the room it probably appeared she was close to breaking down - her body wasn't shaking but her hands were white, she was listening though - although not actually saying much, she was thinking things through. But when she heard Max speak up again, she tilted her head - green eyes darting over to her friend. “…And you’ll see that she’s safe?”
It was concern she heard in Max's voice, something still a little foreign to Quinn in many ways. But it was comforting, knowing Max was fighting - for her. She did understand it though - the question was probably one of the most important ones, honestly one of the reasons they were even here - to make sure she was safe and away from people who would cause her more harm. Silently she looked back at the Headmistress - waiting for an answer to that particular question. She wanted to know the answer as well. Max was smart, it was something Quinn had for sure known before now - but this showed her quickness on her feet, and Quinn was impressed with the points that the other girl was making, and perhaps a little surprised as well. She wondered if Max had done some research about it before - and if so, when had she found the time to do so. The blonde girl blinks slowly, fighting a tiny smile that was tugging at the corner of her lips as she wondered how McGonagall would respond to this.
“Because the Muggles have got to know where she goes to school, haven’t they?” “Wouldn’t it make more sense… to put her with a magical family?”They were good points, and they were things she had wondered as well over the past few years. She found herself speaking up again, her voice although quiet was loud in the room, "The Muggle families I have ended up with since starting Hogwarts - they simply are told that I attend a boarding school during the school year - I catch a train there and when Summer comes they only have to pick me up." she pressed her lips together, speaking something that was clearly partly rehearsed. "They are told its a school connected to a distant relative of mine somewhere that died, probably a grandparent who wrote in a will that she wanted me to attend this particular school. They don't really ask many questions about it - it makes the switching foster homes process an easier thing as they only have me for the Summer and dropping me off at a train station is an easy thing for them to do.. its been that way since my First year.." she gave a small shrug, her hands still clasped tightly on her lap. She still remembered her first year, being dropped off and completely overwhelmed and lost. She had been lucky and spotted a few older students who had taken pity on the lost first year.
“Quinn shouldn’t be forced to hide who she is,” “E-Even with the prejudice against Muggle-borns,”
Her heart clenched at the reminder of events that were still fresh in her mind. Although it had been the previous year, those events were still hard to swallow and Quinn had lost a friend due to those same events the previous year. Ethan. She only gave a small sniff - carefully shaking her head. Finally tilting her head up to look back at the Headmistress as she tried to sit herself up straight and not look as shaky as she was feeling.
"Professor..." she started softly, quickly swallowing and taking a deep breath, "I.. I'm not sure what will happen with me - but, if nothing else - will you.. I mean - " Quinn paused, her brow furrowing slightly as she took another careful breath - trying to put her thoughts and feelings into these words, "If.. If you can't do anything else - could you.. at least try and make sure I can still come back here for school? I.. Hogwarts.. it.." her eyes dart to Max, her hands finally released - tiny marks on her skin due to her nails but she doesn't notice and she looks back at McGonagall, her eyes meeting the Headmistresses as she pushes forward. She was no Gryffindor - but this, this request was quite possibly the most important she would make in her life - she would pull together every last drop of courage in her body. She would fight for this.
"Hogwarts is my home.... the one place I can in my whole life remember giving me that feeling. I-I..." her voice wavers slightly before she pushes forward, her eyes closing before opening again quickly, "If nothing else.. I want to continue my education here.. with my friends.. " she trailed off, finally leaning back in the chair, her fingers fidgeting slightly as she looks between Max and McGonagall a few times. She really hoped she hadn't overstepped but... this was important to her. If everything else would change - she at least wanted Hogwarts to be her constant.
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Oct 31, 2017 6:06:36 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2017 6:06:36 GMT -7
Maxima seemed to have inherited all the courage between them, voicing her and Quinn's own desires and dilemma quite clearly. "I will ensure every student that walks into this school is safe, so long as I live." Minerva answered quickly and bluntly. The Headmistress had dedicated her entire life to the safety of her students. This was the woman who had protested the placement of Harry Potter in the muggle community after his parents after all, and he'd yet to even be a student. Quinn had a particular predicament where she was muggleborn, which would explain why she'd remained in the muggle foster system for so long. The ministry didn't like taking people from one world to another unless the had to. Muggleborns in particular were a sensitive subject because they had belonged purely to the muggle world until their 11th birthday and then they straddled the line between both worlds. One foot in each side but never fully in one. It made graduation that much harder. Because they had never experienced normal magical life. School and being out in the world were vastly different. Quinn in particular had it worse because she didn't even know what normal muggle life was like either.
Minerva let both girls get out their thoughts, silently fixing tea for all of them. The water was boiled with little more then a hand wave and camomile tea bsgs dropped into the kettle. At last her expression had changed to one of deep thought. Place Quinn with a magical family. Easier said then done. Minerva knew she had powerful connections with the ministry and the orphanage, having taught most of the employees of both at some point or another. Merlin forbid, one of her best and brightest students was Minister of Magic. It would be simple enough to report the incident directly to her. Hermione would ensure Quinn was placed in a decent wizard family home. "She will come stay with me then." The elderly woman said clearly, as she poured the contents of the kettle in to the three tea cups, not even looking up at the pair to see how they would react to her shocking statement. It wasn't until the cups were filled and she'd picked up her own and leaned back into her chair that she took in their expressions. "I cannot promise what sort of home Miss Price would end up in otherwise. Have a biscuit as well." she was saying all of this so casually, as if she hadn't just offered to take in Quinn herself, and her pointing out the biscuit tray and ensuring the tea was fixed only added to the shock. It was as if the conclusion was so obviously the best solution the girls should have seen it as well. And yet... who would have ever thought Professor McGonagall would offer such a thing..? She was finally looking just at Quinn, addressing her alone. "It is, of course, your choice though."
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Oct 31, 2017 8:06:51 GMT -7
Post by maxima ruqayyah greyback on Oct 31, 2017 8:06:51 GMT -7
With Professor McGonagall's preparing the tea before them, Maxima knew that what had sounded like the end of the conversation—the suggestion that the orphanage would be too different from a home environment—couldn't have been. She listened and focused on Quinn as she pleaded with Professor McGonagall to let her return to Hogwarts, if anything. If the headmistress was going to deny her of that, Max thought, she would go to the Board of Governors—even the Minister herself, somehow—to overrule the decision. Not letting her continue with school after her O.W.L.s simply because she didn't have a family of her own wasn't fair at all.
Promises that Quinn would be safe, as Professor McGonagall vowed every student would be for as long as she lived, didn't seem to cut it if it meant keeping Quinn from Hogwarts.
“She will come stay with me then.”
Max blinked. Professor McGonagall poured their tea as though she'd said nothing out of the ordinary at all, which made Max question if she had made it up herself. She knew that her jaw must have dropped, but she couldn't tell, looking to Quinn to make sure that she had heard it, too: Professor McGonagall had just offered for Quinn to live with her.
“I cannot promise what sort of home Miss Price would end up in otherwise. Have a biscuit as well.”
Max, who hadn't even begun to process what she had just heard, took her eyes off of Quinn and stared at the headmistress, taking a biscuit as instructed. She continued to hold it in her hand, momentarily forgetting about the tea or that she could put it in her mouth and eat it as it was.
Listening as Professor McGonagall told Quinn that it was, ultimately, up to her, Max knew that the headmistress had meant every word of what she had said. Quinn would be foolish not to take her up on her offer.
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Oct 31, 2017 23:43:02 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 31, 2017 23:43:02 GMT -7
Quinn managed to let out a rather surprisingly loud sigh of relief. It gave her some hope - That at least the Headmistress would make sure she would be safe and that she would be allowed to still attend Hogwarts for the next two years. The idea of not having Hogwarts still in her life was one that honestly broke her heart - Hogwarts had become her home. A place she was safe - although there had been some times she had been afraid of course - the previous year still leaving her with a few nightmares. It was still home. The only home she had really ever had. So she wouldn't be losing the place she felt was home at the very least and that was a comfort for the Ravenclaw. Green eyes follow the Headmistresses movements as she prepares tea, silently watching the natural use of magic - even now after five years of knowing magic existed, it still amazed her a little how something so... normal, could be more interesting and just... magical - with a hand of magic involved. She could see though, a change - finally - in McGonagall's expression. Instead of giving a comfort though - it sent a small rush of unease through the blonde. She knew this would have a lot of thought involved and perhaps - perhaps this meeting wouldn't leave in a result for her.. that was a bit of a scary thought. The school year would be over soon, what if she had no where to go when School ended? Her mind was rushing through the different thoughts when suddenly the Headmistress spoke up once more. "She will come stay with me then."
The words repeated in her head several times as Quinn stared, blinking slowly at the Headmistress. She was ...frozen really. Was this real? Her hand moved slightly, actually giving her hand a light pinch to make sure what she had heard was actually real. Almost on auto pilot she reached out, taking an offered biscuit and biting into it - still processing what had been said. She.. hadn't expected this to be any kind of option at all. Was it even allowed? Well - it had to be, didn't it? It wasn't something that was lightly offered and here their Headmistresses was actually telling her that she would be willing to take her in - to give her a place to stay, a safe place for her to live. It was... honestly quite a shock. Her eyes dart over to Max, seeing her friend also had actually head the same thing and had a similiar reaction on her face. "It is, of course, your choice though." Quinn's eyes locked with McGonagall's realizing that this was actually all up to her now. It was her choice - she actually had the choice. Something - rather unique and here it was... it was actually up to her. Her hands shakily take her cup of tea, sipping at it slowly before staring into the cup, "I.. I didn't expect this.." her voice is quiet as she speaks, her mind was still working through everything that had been said - everything she had revealed. This day was extremely overwhelming, but she did need to answer - that was important. She also had questions though - many questions, but those could wait she realized. She carefully took another sip of the tea before looking back at the Headmistress, giving a tiny nod before speaking up once more. "I-I'd love to take up your offer.. but I have to ask, are you certain? I.. I wouldn't want to intrude or.. cause any problems." The words were hard to say, already preparing for the offer to be pulled away as quickly as it had come. @headmistress maxima ruqayyah greyback
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