Prof. Lorraine Taylor
No, I do
Sat May 6, 2017 16:10

When Lorraine had agreed to take over Dueling Club for Ivy, she had anticipated something relatively sedate. The tall, blonde woman admittedly did not know the students in the club very well - the students taking Magical Science were often disinclined to do something as obnoxious as duel - but it was a favor to a colleague and the only other thing Lorraine had to do was grade bridge designs, which was tedious. Wearing an appropriate set of plum robes, the Magical Sciences professor had spent some time helpfully correcting the technique of one of the younger students trying to perform a disarming charm, before a flurry of movement caught the corner of her eye that was always on the lookout for something inappropriate. Looking up sharply, the middle-aged woman's blue eyes landed on the scuffle a few feet away from her.

One of the students, a girl, was on the ground and clutching her torso as though injured with another student, a boy Lorraine recognized as a transfer, over her. Walking briskly over to the two, Lorraine was about to physically separate them when the girl brought an elbow back and punched the boy straight in the nose. The professor's opinion swiftly changed from that of someone about to confront a student about bullying to a professor breaking up a genuine fight between two parties.

"That is QUITE enough," Lorraine snapped, flicking her wand and knocking both students backwards and away from each other. It was only then that she noticed the blond hair that seemed to have come disattached from the boy's head. It was rather long for hair on a boy, in her personal opinion, but her feelings on that sort of thing were clearly not upheld in an institution where they had a student who was permitted access to both the boys' and girls' dorms. Holland seemed like a perfectly nice and responsible student, but Lorraine simply could not condone validating the level of confusion the poor child was clearly experiencing.

"You," she stabbed a thin index finger at the bald boy, "and you," another stab, towards the girl, "are both in trouble. Is this the sort of behavior that is usually permitted in Dueling Club? I didn't think so," she went on, without waiting for a response from either student. "Both of you are going to go straight to the counselor's office and no buts about it. And you are not to even speak to each other until you get there." If it had been up to Lorraine she would have prevented them from speaking once there as well, but she tended to push all of her disciplinary decisions off to the counselor when it came to things that happened outside her personal classroom. "And fifty points from each of your Houses," she added, for good measure.

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