Chapter 550 - Staff Dinner (1/2)
After a long nap, Georgine let out a yawn and stretched. At least her bed was perfect which was the least Hogwarts could do since she was now, a professor. Climbing to her feet, she went to the bathroom to freshen up. After splashing cold water on her face, she sat down at her vanity dresser and rubbed in moisturizing cream. Touching up her hair and light make-up, she nodded in satisfaction.
Climbing to her feet, Georgine put on her robes and gave her quarters a glance. She had ensured that Dawn had transported all her belongings, and then had proceeded to instruct the Hogwarts house elves on how to unpack her things. The house elves had done a proper job and her room looked properly civilized and comfortable.
Walking out of her bedroom, Georgine peeked into the living room area. There were two large bookcases on either side of the fireplace filled with her books. There was an oak desk with a comfortable chair to grade from. Lush, elegant carpets covering the stone floors, and two couches placed before the fire where to lounge in. Notwithstanding an assortment of small tables with decorations and other useful items such as a small drinking cabinet, which she was certain she would be needing sooner rather than later.
Georgine tentatively pulled the heavy curtains back and peeked out. It was late in the afternoon and the shadows were growing long. And she still was required to present her teaching plans to the Headmaster before dinner that evening. Sniffing, she allows the curtains to drop to cover the view. She did not mind the sun, but she rather liked her lightning to a bit tad darker. But not too dark, she would have protested adamantly at having been placed in the dungeons with Slughorn.
With a shudder, Georgine pats her hair down one last time, before grabbing a delicate looking valise. With her teaching plans found snugly inside, she made her way out of her quarters towards the Headmaster's quarters. With a sniff she halted in front of an ugly gargoyle and said with distaste, ”Licorice snap.” She had always hated the vile taste of licorice especially a sweet that attempted to bite the eater.
With a soft rumble the wall opened to reveal a spiral moving staircase. Georgine with her robes fluttering behind her strides up the stairs that carried her higher and higher. At last, the stairs come to a halt in front of a gleaming oak door with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffin.
Georgine snorts and mumbles under her breath, ”Gryffindors.” Not bothering to even knock, she simply slams the door open.
The headmaster, Professor Albus Dumbledore is sitting behind an enormous, claw-footed desk. Seeing her impatient expression, blue eyes twinkle with hidden laughter from half-moon spectacles. His long silver hair and beard are neatly tucked into his belt, while Fawkes chirps from a corner of the office.
Ignoring the various objects in the Headmaster's office including the glances of the portraits, Georgine flounces forward and takes a seat before the Headmaster. ”Professor Dumbledore, my teaching plans,” Georgine arrogantly said as she placed her valise onto his desk.
”Right on time, Professor Prince,” Dumbledore said with a knowing grin. ”Let me have a look.”
Georgine sniffed and crossed her arms over her chest, before leaning back into her seat to wait. Eyeing the Headmaster's office with a hint of curiosity and nostalgia from her own student years, she quickly spots the photograph of one of the headmaster's in her time, Headmaster Phineas Nigellus Black. The clever looking wizard in the portrait sneers at her with her sneering right back. The two enact a childish glaring contest until Dumbledore loudly clears this throat.
Staring down her nose, Georgine loftily says, ”Are my teaching plans to your satisfaction, Headmaster?”
Dumbledore's child blue eyes sparkle as if tickled pink at Georgine's huffy nature which he seemed to find strangely endearing. ”I must say, I am most pleased with all the student years lesson plans. They are quite detailed and choose to combine both practical and theoretical knowledge, Professor Prince.”
”Naturally,” Georgine confidently said, before glancing away at the red, golden phoenix, Fawkes, who had just landed on the Headmaster's desk and began to croon to her. Apparently, the bloody large, oversized turkey liked her! Why ever so when she was a Slytherin?
Noticing Georgine's perplexed gaze, Dumbledore's cheerfully says, ”Fawkes rather likes you, Professor Prince.”
”As if I'd want a bloody large oversized magical turkey to like me,” Georgine growled earning an indignant squawk from Fawkes. ”I'm a Slytherin not a Gryffidnor!”
A raggedy hat sitting in the corner of the offices twitches as it opens at the fringes to reveal a mouth-like slit to speak with. The sorting hat coughs, ”Georgine Irene Prince, you were nearly a Ravenclaw if not for your being so cunning and plain ruthless.”