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[onceupona_npc]

Date/Time: 'Trouble Brewing' - Thursday, October 22nd, 1981; Morning
Location: McGonagall's office
Open to: Pat, Andra
Involving: NPC McGonagall

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[patfiddlesticks]

Patrick was apparently the first in. He stepped in, the absolute face of business. He was dressed to the nines, perfectly crisp pants peeking out from behind a finely laundered robe. His tie knot was perfect and straight, holding up the collar of his french-cuffed dress shirt, and every single hair on his head was perfectly in place. As he stepped in, he gingerly pushed his glasses further up his nose, and gave the teacher a nod. "Professor McGonagall." he said politely.

Taking a seat in front of her, he placed a muggle notepad onto his lap. "Should we get started, then?"

[onceupona_npc]

Minerva shook her head, still relaxing just a bit as Fiddlesticks entered. "No, not yet, Mr. Fiddlesticks, we're still waiting on Miss Owen." She gave him a small nod, but then tensed as she heard another soft shuffling of feet at the door.

She sat up, preparing to begin if that was the last of the small group; and sure enough, it was.

Andra entered, perhaps the opposite of everything Pat exhuded. Her hair was lank and tinted with red, her eyes downcast, lips turned into a soft frown. Her robes were neat but nothing extraordinary, and it was obvious that she had taken no special care to look nice. Just Andra. Which was all she felt like she was.

She looked up, expecting to have been first. She gasped lightly as she realised Pat was already there, and instantly a hand flew to her hair. She felt ridiculous now, having him see her looking the way she did. Not unkempt -- but unhappy.

"Professor," she greeted softly, slipping down and avoiding Pat's gaze.

[patfiddlesticks]

Patrick didn't even so much as look at her when she walked in. He was doing his damnest to avoid even the slightest bit of eye contact - the professional visage was sure to fail the second he saw her. It was the last thing he'd give her

[andraleigh]

Andra fought to not roll her eyes at Pat's instant diving into of topics he wanted to discuss. Though his general attitude was the same -- well prepared, looking nice -- his demeanour was different. He was ignoring her, and it only flared her anger further.

"Professor, there's something I'd like to discuss with you afterwards," she said softly, keeping her eyes on the Deputy Headmistress. She offered the tiniest of friendly smiles, really not wanting to look at Pat either. The git.

Minerva nodded slowly, eyes travelling between the two students. An eyebrow rose slowly, her lips thinning to a frustrated line. What on earth had happened between them now? "Very well," she replied, before sighing and leaning forward to keep their attention