1994-11-06: Hallowed Halls Of Hogwarts

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Scene Title Hallowed Halls of Hogwarts
Synopsis While visiting Hogwarts, Holly speaks to a couple of its students.
Location Great Hall, Hogwarts
Date Nov 06, 1994
Watch For Aisling drops her luck potion! WHO WILL FIND IT?
Logger Umbridge's BFFE

Hogwarts is absolutely amazing. Seriously. Not that Salem wasn't quite stunning in and of itself, but Hogwarts, with as old as it is, is breathtaking. Holly spent most of her first trip here just looking around, though at least she got some work done. Minor - namely, scheduling some interviews with some of the staff who knew Black while he went to the school. Holly figures it's best to get this all out of her system now, because when the trial does start getting more intense, she won't have time for sightseeing.

Settling down at one of the tables in the Great Hall - it's nearly empty now, given that it's not a meal time - she opens her briefcase and pulls out a clip board, where she's written down some times and dates on a yellow legal pad. Tearing the top sheet off, she gets to work at writing them out in a more structured fashion.

The table she's at happens to be the Slytherin table. A couple of the students give her a bit of an odd look, though leave her alone, for the most part. The bear claw on the back of her cloak doesn't exactly look familiar, after all.

—-

In between classes, Siobhan mostly can be found in her common room or out enjoying the last bits of fine weather. Today, however, is a different matter entirely. Having skipped lunch to do some practicing for Transfiguration, she takes her free period to fix that. In her arms are a bowl, a cup and a bigger bowl, all of which she sets down on the Slytherin table near the newcomer. Might as well eat next to someone interesting. "Hullo," she offers, lining everything up before digging in. "Visiting?"

—-

Holly really doesn't mind meeting some of the students here. Pushing her hair back out of her face, she looks up from her writing and offers Siobhan a smile. "Technically, it's business, but I did a little sight-seeing. It's a pretty awesome school, huh?" Obviously, Holly's not from around here. The accent is pure American, not yet clouded with the British one that people pick up on after some time in a country. "Must be pretty interesting, going to school here."

—-

"Ooh, you're that lawyer, aren't you?" Holly, meet Sio; she may actually give you an ulcer by the time this case is done. Accents aren't particularly difficult to place after years of training the ear to music, and an American one would stand out even to a deaf man, so long as he was British. With a wickedly playful grin, she gestures to the smaller bowl - and the chicken fried rice within it - with her spoon. "Technically, this is business too." A spoonful is shoveled into her mouth and she groans appreciatively. "Mmm, thank you Janet." She has the decency to swallow before talking, but that's about the only saving grace when discussing her table manners. "S'alright mostly. Never boring, though. What brings you here?" And those brown eyes surreptitiously check the floor around them for any sign of Mutt.

—-

"Don't you say 'barrister' in this country?" Holly replies, chuckling. "But yes, I'm 'that lawyer.' Actually, I'm kinda glad you aren't throwing that rice at me." …Long story. Anyway. "I'm just here to interview some of the staff. Hoping they can shed a bit more light on the case."

One of these days, Holly's going to have to do something that doesn't involve this case. It's become her life, and it's wearing her down. Not that she minds it, because it's her job, and she does believe Sirius Black is innocent. Or, well, not guilty— Just knowing him will give the impression that he's never innocent.

Janet? Janet. "Hey, Janet's not a house elf, is she?" Holly can't help asking. There are other people named Janet, but she just happened to have met said Janet-named House Elf, and said Janet-named house elf made food.

—-

Aisling skids into the Great Hall just in time to realize that she's late for lunch…again. Grand. It seems that the third year has been pulling in some not so unusual Ravenclaw quality time with her books and that always gets her into trouble. With her stmach that is. With a frustrated and rather distracted sigh, Aisling parks herself at the table where the pair are at and starts to dig through her school bag for something to munch on.

—-

"Barrister's what you are if you're lisenced here. You're American, and so you're a lawyer." At least, that's Sio's Explanation of Things. The rice comment earns Holly a Look that plainly questions her sanity. "Why'd I be throwin' rice at you, mate? It'd be a bit stupid to alienate one of the few sane adults runnin' around, and besides. It'd be a waste of my rice." And that would be a heinous crime indeed. Blinking then, Siobhan pauses with the spoon halfway to her mouth. "She is, yeah. Fantastic cook, but a little on the off-beat, if you know what I mean. Why? You're not on to free them too, are you? Cause believe me, they don't want it."

—-

"Ah. Well, that makes sense." Actually, she'd be an attorney then, but who's really keeping score? The look she gets from the student makes her chuckle a little, and, for a moment, she goes back to writing out more of her schedule. She can't believe the arraignment is coming up so quickly! It's like she has no time, but the Ministry really is forcing her toward this.

"Oh, no, I wouldn't want to free them." That'd imply they were slaves. You can't really take a creature's very nature and tell it not to live its life as such. "That'd be like telling a gryffon not to fly, or a snake not to slither. No, nothing like that, I just… think I might have met this house elf a couple days ago."

When Aisling sits down near them, Holly looks up. Looks like she attracts a bit more attention than she intended. "Hey, there," is offered, setting the pen down atop the legal pad. She can remember these dates and times a little longer before they leak out of her head, right?

—-

Aisling pulls out pots of inks, at least a dozen quills, a stack of parchment and lastly a tiny bottle of something that she had completely forgot she had stashed away at the bottom of her bag - that 'luck' potion she had won in Potion Class… but it's all at the edge of her mind, she's /starving/. Her attention is only pulled away by the strange accent, and the faces of two women she's unfamilar with. "Oh, sorry… I was just…" She gestures to the pile with suddenly reddening cheeks.

—-

Siobhan's eyes are sharp on Holly at her admission. She isn't the smartest bulb in the shed, but she doesn't miss much. "Considering the case you're working on," and the poster hanging on Sio's dorm room wall "I really wouldn't be surprised if you've met her more than once." Another mouthful is shoveled in. "She's technically mum's, but she's been sweet on m'brother an' me since we were little." Aisling is noted, but out of her periphery only. The seventh-year Slytherin offers the younger girl a wave, but is mostly preoccupied with eating at the moment. "Which reminds me…" Her grin widens, assuming Holly's in on The Secret. "How is the mutt?"

—-

"Met Janet more than once? Only once I recall." When she was at her house with Jack, going through her paperwork, namely, the house elf brought them a good meal. "…You wouldn't happen to know a 'Jack Noble,' would you?"

Imagine the coincidence.

Though the 'mutt' comment takes Holly by surprise, she outwardly doesn't show it, as she's learned over the years to keep quite the poker face when it comes to her cases. How many people has Sirius told? And, it's not really that Holly doesn't trust people to keep the secret, but the more people who know, the more people can tell. It's a question of odds and statistics. This is one of her silver bullets in the courtroom.

"Mutt?" She asks, her eyes finally narrowing a bit, before she leans forward. "Are we still talking about the house elf?"

Poor Aisling is digging through her bag. Holly's not so sure what she's looking for, and so the attorney can't really offer any assistance. Even if she did know, Holly has no food on her. She could perhaps summon some, though. "Don't be sorry." She looks between Siobhan and Aisling. "D'you two know each other?"

—-

Aisling holds her bag and starts to pile everything back in. Everything that is, except the Felix vial, which somehow gets lost in the shuffle and falls soundlessly somewhere near her feet. See, that's what she gets for not being very tidy! Once she's satisfied with her bag stuffing the Irish girl shakes her head gently. "No ma'am. I'm a Ravenclaw. I don't know many Slytherns." She does however nod at the wave, her face getting redder. A /nice/ Slythern? Who would have guessed?

—-

Yes, a nice Slytherin. A little miffed by the implications of the younger student's statement, Siobhan frowns and stabs at her rice. It's rather ineffective with a spoon. The question about her brother catches her attention, and she grins wryly. "That depends, I suppose." Looking up from her meal, she raises an eyebrow. "What's he done now?" It's because she's watching Holly that she notices the narrowing of eyes and slight forward motion. Sio can't help but roll her eyes. It's as if her students' robes come with a label of UNTRUSTWORTHY emblazoned on the back. Or perhaps on her forehead. "I wasn't, no, but we can go back to her, if you'd like. Not much to discuss there though, I'm afraid. She's sweet, Janet, but awfully two-dimensional."

—-

It's not that Holly doesn't trust Siobhan in particular, but… Well, given that she was recently Obliviated, she doesn't trust anyone. It's just to be safe.

"I don't know any Slytherins," Holly says. "Except one now, I guess. And one Ravenclaw." To be perfectly honest, Holly isn't familiar with any of the labels hung on any of the houses. It's just that she can't discuss her case with anyone. Especially not the fact that Sirius is an unregistered animagus, as that's highly illegal.

"Anyway, I'm Holly," she says, sitting back in the seat and flipping the page over in her notebook. Noting that the Slytherin student seems upset over something, she asks, "What's wrong? What'd that rice do to you?" It's a light tone, a result of the statement previous that throwing it would be a waste of good rice. "Hope it's not bad now. I was getting used to not wearing it."

—-

Aisling tries to follow the other two, but gets tripped up on the name 'Janet' who she is clueless about. Could be Siobhan's pet toad for all she knows. "S-orry." She says softly, assuming that the older girl is upset because of something she said. Her head peeks up again and she tries to mend things, "My name's Aisling… it's nice to meet you both." She says that sincerely with as big of a smile as she can muster. Her eyes however flick curiously to the American woman, "Are you a new professor, ma'am?" They didn't get many visitors, so she just has to guess.

—-

It's refreshing to have someone ignorant of the House prejudices that so permeate this world. Such a nice feeling that Siobhan is quite hesitant to ruin. With a sigh, however, her usual honesty takes over. "My House…has a really bad reputation." Even with that honesty, she doesn't say much. Why chase off a perfectly entertaining acquaintence? "Siobhan Noble," she introduces herself with just a hint of Jack's brash charm. "Friends call me Sio. I rather prefer it." Suppose that answers the question about Jack, now doesn't it?

—-
Holly tilts her head a little, offering Aisling a smile. "Nah, I'm here to ask the professors a few questions, though. I'm a lawyer." Attorney. Barrister. "I'll be here on and off."

"Bah, reputations," Holly says. "Y'know, after school, a lot of 'em don't mean anything. I mean, in my school, there were five houses, and they all had lables. Like Bear Claws were boring — That was my house — and Turtleshells were stupid. You know something, though? I think my job is pretty exciting. And some of the smartest people I know came out of Turtleshell. Y'just gotta look at everything from both sides. It might seem a little annoying now, but in the future, you might think it's funny."

She seems to speak from experience.

"Well, it's good to meet you both. Makes me feel a little more at home here." Talking to no one does get kind of old after awhile. The kids here seem really nice, too - at least the ones she's happened to speak with - a grand total of two.

—-

Aisling straightens up with a new found respect. A Barrister… here? Why in the world would there be one here? She's curious but not so much to ask Holly full out. In fact it'd be none of her business anyway… at least, she hopes so. "Turtleshells sound like our Hufflepuff. Not stupid, no, just…" She shrugs helplessly on how to describe them, "Just Hufflepuffs."

—-

"Unfortunately, Holly," and there's a little bit of bitter disdain in Siobhan's voice at having to explain this. "These prejudices don't just go away after school. I could be denied work solely on the premise that I'm Slytherin and therefore must be a Dark Witch." Disgusted with the train of thought she's now set herself on and a little irritated at the world in general, Siobhan sighs heavily and stands, bringing only her rice with her. "There's some of Janet's pastries in there, if you'd like. She brought Jack too many, as usual. Help yourself." And with that, she's gone, stalking off out the doors and towards the staircases. The Observatory won't have a class for at least another four hours. Should be nice and quiet up there.

—-

Holly's expression is blank as Sio stands and leaves. Dark eyes follow the student on her way out of the Great Hall, and then with an "Interesting," mumbled under her breath, she looks back to the table. It's… irritating. Not that Siobhan stormed away, but that Holly can't fix everything. Some things - like House rivalries extending far past school years - are going to have to fix themselves. "Well, Aisling. I should get going, too. I'm heading back to Hogsmeade, to hopefully relax for awhile. I'll see you around, though." Standing, she ends up nudging that bottle of potion with her foot, but doesn't register that she's actually touched something. Oops.

—-

"It's true, I'm afraid. This school can mean everything for some witches and wizards." Aisling says very softly after Siobhan stalks out. She was a little sad for the older girl, she did really seem to be a nice- even if she was wearing green and Aisling blue. Wordlessly the third year picks up her bag and smiles to Holly before she steps aside, "Enjoy your stay, ma'am. Maybe we'll run into each other again." With that she leaves as quickly as she came, hoping that maybe some food was left in the Ravenclaw common room. She's also left something else right under the table… not so lucky for her, but maybe a bit of luck for someone else.

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