[Action|Howler|Notes] To Whom it May Concern....
[This saturday had started off just as any other, though granted he woke up a bit later thanks to Tino's deep sleeping potion- But Francis had risen out of bed, prepared his morning coffee (with a bit of elixier in it of course), and went about starting his day. There was no reason for him to think this day was out of place, no purpose in worrying; but even though he wasn't aware of it- the words being spoken in one Headmistress' office made his ears burn with gossip.
It was when he stepped out of his classroom that he realized something was very, very wrong.
"U-Uncle Bonaccord-?!"
Of course, he didn't get much of a reply before being lead- by the ear -to Rory's office and throughly chewed out from both of them. The professor listened obediently and winced as he was whacked upside the head with a certain familiar poster by his uncle for what must've been the hundrenth time.
After more arguing, more hitting, and a few pathetic attempts to try and keep his job- Francis finally resigned himself to the inevitable. He asked the other Headmaster out of the room for a moment for a quick goodbye (read: kiss) and a quickly blackening eye.
At least he'd gotten a kiss from the tart of a Headmistress.
If any of Francis Bonnefoy's students were to come by his classroom then they'd be greeted by a locked door and a professional looking poster:
[There were also quite a few notes attached to Pierre's little carrier for a few specific people:]
Dear Alfred,
I'm terribly sorry that I couldn't get a chance to say goodbye to you in person mon enfant... But unfortunately my uncle is not as fun as yours. I hope that you can ever find it in your heart to forgive me for the ways I have wronged you and hopefully one day when I'm back we can continue our afternoon coffees.
p.s. The key to my classroom is in my private quarters under the flower vase. Help yourself to any potions you might want.
Love,
F. Bonnefoy
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Dear petite Lili,
I know I promised you my classroom will always be open to you, and even though I may no longer be your teacher I still want you know know I am here for you. It might take an owl a bit to fly between us down but if you need me, I will always be willing to listen and offer whatever help I might be able to. Keep your chin up cherie. You're bound do be a wonderful wizard one day.
Love,
F. Bonnefoy
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Dear Ivan,
I've not much to say, though I do want you to know- I apologize for what I have done. Though I can't say I wouldn't do it again, it's an Alfred thing you see really and- Keep Alfred happy for me. Your stars are aligned, you two should be very happy with each other if you put aside your houses.
Adieu,
F. Bonnefoy
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Dear Arthur,
You still owe me a session.
Love,
F. Bonnefoy
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A mass letter that would make itself known on every other student's desk:
I'll miss you all, truely- and I hope my sudden departure will not trouble you too badly. You will all stay in my heart and mind! Good luck at the remainder of your time at Hogwarts!
Love,
Professor F. Bonnefoy
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A Howler to one Headmistress during lunchtime:
THIS IS NOT OVER YET.
I WILL BE BACK ONE DAY.
JUST BECAUSE YOU RATTED ME OUT TO MY OWN UNCLE MEANS NOTHING.
AND I WILL STILL SEDUCE YOU TO MY BED.
[the howler promptly starts to laugh- a disturbing sort of laugh you get chills from- and ignites a second later, going up in a puff of smoke.]
(ooc: It was fun while it lasted mes amis! I had a pleasure threading with those I did and I'm saddened that I didn't get a chance to thread with more of you even if it was a tad bit busy! This week was an absolute pleasure~ I'll be wrapping up threads tonight! So don't think I'm done quite yet.)