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[himynameisgod]

I've hardly gotten the time to settle in and already the Headmaster is asking me to change things. With the departure of your old Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Cid has asked me to take over that post. I'm not sure teaching you how to defend yourselves against boogeymen is more important than teaching you how to fight them, but Cid's the

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[whoneedsarms]

Such is the way with Hogwarts.

[Private to Teresa]

I didn't consider it prudent.

[himynameisgod]

I'm beginning to notice.

[Private to Irene]

Oh? What do you expect to happen, then?

[Private to Teresa]

[whoneedsarms]

If you are asking what I expect to happen if we meet, then it would be the aftermath of events past. Stepping into turmoil is not something I choose willingly. It is not the place of the guilty to infringe upon the wronged.

Alternatively, if you inquired as to what would occur if I did not come to see you, I leave that to your discretion.

I have few expectations and less positive ones, Teresa.

[Private to Irene]

[himynameisgod]

... The guilty, Irene? You make it sound as if you killed me. Were we not both just as wronged?

My discretion, hmm? That sounds tempting.

[Private to Teresa]

[whoneedsarms]

For a long time I was under the impression that my actions had contributed to your death. I don't think the terms of wrongs were equal, or comparable.

Does it?

[Private to Irene]

[himynameisgod]

Ah, you underestimated me again. You do keep making that same mistake.

Mhmm. Almost enough for me to come find you now.

[Private to Teresa]

[whoneedsarms]

Then it seems neither of us have changed.

I see. I am sure you will do as you wish, in any case.

[Private to Irene]

[himynameisgod]

You do have one less arm than when I saw you last.

What? No objections? You have changed.

[Private to Teresa]

[whoneedsarms]

It was a superficial loss.

You'd rather I refuse you? Then do not come.

[Private to Irene]

[himynameisgod]

I suppose you would consider an arm superficial.

Oh, no. It's just much more fun when you put up a fight.

[Private to Teresa]

[whoneedsarms]

There are worse things you can lose. I still have one arm, and it works sufficiently.

[B| Damn you, Teresa.]

Playing games already? We are professionals here. There isn't time for that.

[Private to Irene]

[himynameisgod]

Mmm, it might be worse to lose your head, but you've never been in danger of that.

When have I ever been professional? Really, it's as if you never knew me.

[Private to Teresa]

[whoneedsarms]

Let's consider it a childish hope. I thought at one point that I knew you well. Or well enough, at least, though being proven wrong is hardly a foreign concept to me.

[Private to Irene]

[himynameisgod]

I thought you were above and beyond hope.

I'll see you around, Irene.

[Private to Teresa]

[whoneedsarms]

You are vexing on many levels, Teresa.

I imagine you will.