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Breathing heavy, adrenaline pulsing through the small girls veins, she was mere milliseconds from joining Ingrid on the top of the desk and staging a coup when Professor Althaus chose to merely wave his hand at them in response to their very real questions.  How could he make this seem so nonchalant.  Did he not hear her when she said students had gone missing?  But, between stealing a glance at Ingrid's cold, wild stare and realizing that she was actually agreeing with Havana Towne on something, the hufflepuff couldn't bring herself to build any bigger of a scene. 

 

At least not in public.   

 

Reaching for Ingrid's wrist, she urged the redhead back down off the desk and against her better judgement nodded in feigned agreement with their Professor.  Perhaps he was right about one thing, it likely wasn't safe to outright accuse Professor James of being a hag to her face.  Unconsciously, the blonde hand slipped down to her side (where she suspected her liver might be located).  Then, she leaned towards her slytherin cohort as she slipped back into her seat... "After class... we'll get him to give us the real answers."    

 

And though it was hard for her to sit quietly for the remainder of the lesson, she managed and stayed put as the last of their classmates filed out of the room only to hear the sly professor announce that he would no longer be staying in the room for questions now, and that they would have to follow him to his 'office.'   Rolling her eyes and vowing NOT to be distracted by any of the cute dinosaur toys (not even Serra) she nudged Rid with her elbow and stood up.   

 

"If he thinks he's getting off that easy... he's got another thing comin'" She whispered, as they wandered down the corridor several paces behind the Professor.   

 

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Ingrid Leighton

Being pulled back down from standing on top of a table in frustration and told to sit quietly for the remainder of a class would be a very humbling experience for most twelve-year-olds. But for Ingrid Leighton, it just fueled the conspiracy turning in her mind more and more. Her psyche told her that, obviously the substitute professor didn't want to tell them in a class full of their peers that their theory was, indeed correct. Heck, this substitute might be working for Professor James, helping get her young flesh to consume, liver and all. Ingrid had sat down, after begrudgingly setting her chair back upright, and stared the Professor down the rest of the class. 

 

Rid nodded as Seeley told her they'd get real answers after class. "We'll make sure he tells the truth... do we have any veritiserum?" she asked, mostly jokingly but also secretly hoping that the director of the Hogwarts Investigation Bureau had some connections and was able to ensure the truth a little better than the average student. 

 

An infuriatingly long lesson later, and Ingrid and Seeley practically rushed to the front of the class, waiting for the professor to pack up his items so they could get to the bottom of all of this, once and for all. 

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Professor Althaus

Kasper had known as soon as Seeley had smacked the desk that he would have to give them straight answers on this topic. Although, if you asked him, he had cleared it up well: Jenna wasn't a hag and that was that. Children were occasionally far too curious for their own good, and considering this was a group that funded a super secret spy organization within the castle's walls ... well, it only made sense that they'd be so insistent on getting "answers" about their assumption that Professor James was, in fact, a hag (she wasn't, but ... he wasn't going to try to tell them that in class, if only to avoid more chaos). 

 

He'd asked them to ask him about it after class, but in order to hopefully bring them to a calmer state, he decided to move this little meeting to his office. Maybe they couldn't save him, but the dinosaurs could be a good buffer. "Thank you for your patience, ladies," he said, gesturing for them to sit as he waved his wand to clear the chairs of toys and tools, as well as his own desk. "Now, calmly, please explain to me why you think Professor James is a hag," he said, leaning against his desk and crossing his arms as he studied the two first years.

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Seeley Pichardo

"Veritiserum?" She questioned Rid in a hushed whisper as they followed along behind the Professor into his office.   Surprisingly, that was NOT something that even the director of the HBI had easy access to.  "No... I don't really think that he'd drink it down easy either so I'm not sure that's even a workable option here." She frowned.  

 

No there were going to have to do this the old fashioned way.  With intimidating looks, hard, fast questions that he couldn't answer and of course their genuinely wonderful personalities.   Of course, what the hufflepuff didn't count on was how formidable an opponent they were actually up against.   Casually leaning against his desk, dinosaur toys just happily placed in view as he motioned for them to sit down; speaking in such a calm voice.   

 

She wasn't going to sit down.  No... Seeley Lane Pichardo, was not going to be intimidated.  She was the one here to be intimidating.   Moving to stand in front of the chair she was offered, she urged it backwards with the backs of her legs and folded her own arms over her chest to mirror the Professor.  Sometimes... she was just too brave for her own good and likely this was one of those times.   "Fiiiirssst...." She drug out the word, not ready to outright state her conclusion, but aiming to work her points up to it and help him to see how there were right.  

 

It would work better for them all that way.   "Is it true, that she used to be the Potions mistress?  Do you happen to know why she switched to teaching Defense?"     

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Ingrid Leighton

Ingrid took Seeley's lead, deciding she didn't want to sit down either. She was momentarily distracted by the cute dinosaur toys, but shook her head to rid herself of the thoughts as she knew this was a super serious situation and they had to keep their game faces on. She crossed her arms, staring the professor down. Never mind that the dinosaur toys were cute and a triceratops one was pushing against her leg trying to get attention. Ingrid refused to get distracted. 

 

Her own attention span was sometimes an enemy to her own objectives, but her stubbornness was also a deciding factor in the small redhead's determination to stare the professor down. And not get distracted by his eyes or any silly thing like that. 

 

She watched Seeley as she posed the first question. Was she supposed to be the good cop or the bad cop in this situation? Deciding that, since Seeley sounded so sane, obviously Ingrid had to take the bad cop role, Ingrid stamped her foot on the stone floor. "And why do students keep going missing after taking her class?" 

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Professor Althaus

Actually, Kasper would've happily taken the Veritaserum if it would assure them that he was, indeed, not lying about Professor James' status as not a hag. Still, he tried not to listen as they spoke, happy to let them have their little discussion first.

 

It was certainly amusing to watch both girls fight the pull of the dinosaurs. They were hard not to love, that was for sure. He fought back a smile when Seeley, and then Ingrid, both chose to ignore the chairs, keeping them at ... well, not quite full, intimidating height considering Kasper's six-foot-three advantage but it was certainly admirable that they stood their ground. 


"I wasn't around at the time, but yes I do believe she was previously the potions mistress," he said, though he doubted the girls needed a reminder of that. "From what I've gathered from staff meetings and discussions with other professors," that was only partially a truth; he mostly just listened, after that article about Flamel was posted, "Headmistress Flamel thought the position suited Professor James better than Potions did." What did that mean? He didn't know, but it was what he'd heard through the grapevine.

 

He chuckled at Ingrid's question, shrugging. "I don't know, but I do know this was happening long before Professor James was employed here, so I don't believe it's her fault that students go missing." He'd certainly had a smaller class by the time he had graduated. "Would either of you like a biscuit?" he asked, waving his wand so a tin container came out of his desk and floated between the three of them. 

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Seeley Pichardo

Narrowing her gaze and quickly casting a glance to the left, Seeley was pleased to see that Ingrid had been able to also resist the draw of a comfortable (?) seat and juvenile distraction.  They were much more likely to have some success if they stood, literally, united against the glittery eyed Professor and his tallness.  Though it was hard to keep her eyes squinted with suspicion because that meant she had to stare straight ahead, which aligned the twelve-year-old's gaze somewhere along the man's torso and it was not at all intimidating to be burning holes into someone's pocket-square.   

 

So with reluctance, as he spoke she tilted her head upwards to find his face as he towered above her 4 foot something and drew in a quick breath to jump in as soon as she found an opportunity.  "You see Sir, we weren't exactly here than either." She reminded.  They were after all first years.  Which was when Ingrid jumped in and Seeley had to say she appreciated the girls foot stamp of enthusiasm to emphasize their point.  

 

She leaned towards the slytherin as Althaus attempted to put together a perfectly reasonable answer.  "Of course…" She whispered to the girl,  "Who better to teach about hags then a part hag herself." She couldn't help the giggle that escaped as she turned back to face a tin of biscuits suddenly floating in front of them.  

 

Her hand flinched.  Her stomach rumbled.  The first year was hungry and she had learned from her last visit to Professor Althaus office that those biscuits were quite delicious.  But… no!  Clenching her hands into small fists she dropped them to her sides, and her chin slightly turned upwards, jaw setting hard.  

 

He was good.  

 

But, she was better.  

 

Who knew what kind of potion had been sprinkled on those biscuits!  Some kind of cheering concoction that would make them forget the whole reason they'd come, and then they'd just go about playing with dinosaurs and telling Althaus their life stories like they were all just best buds.  (She really needed to get Narsinghani to try harder at recruiting him) 

 

"I hardly think now is the time for biscuits, Sir." She finally said.  Hoping Rid had the same tough resolve she did.  "Another question for you though, do you think that Flamel could have made her switch so that she couldn't brew appearance changing potions as easily?"

 

Got to get rid of those warts somehow.  

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Ingrid Leighton

Biscuits. 

 

Biscuits. 

 

Ingrid stomach started to rumble as she realized they were missing lunch in order to interrogate this professor who probably knew all of the secrets about Professor James that Seeley and Rid had been searching for for weeks now. Heck, Seeley'd even published an article about it. They'd caused a scene in class. There was no going back now. She eyed the tin of biscuits, her eyes wide, but forced herself to look away. She had to stay strong. The triceratops headbutted her ankle again, wanting attention. She struggled with her urge to reach down and pet it, or maybe pull it into her arms and cuddle the plastic monster. And eat all the biscuits. 

 

Stay strong, Rid. 

 

Seeley's voice rang out with an air of authority and Ingrid snapped out of it. Yes, it most certainly was the time for biscuits. And scones. And just about any other pastry suddenly running through Ingrid's mind as she imagined their classmates consuming them in the great hall a few floors down. But she'd promised solidarity, and kept her arms crossed, staring down the professor and contemplating the best way to continue playing "bad cop." 

 

She leaned forward. "Professor Althaus," Rid said, remembering his name just in time to keep from making a fool of herself. "We are concerned for our classmate's well-being. We know a professor is hiding something- and we think it's Professor James." Her voice increased in volume as she continued. "If you won't tell us the truth, you're failing to protect us. Keeping us from knowing how to protect ourselves. Isn't that was Defense Against the Dark Arts is all about?" 

 

Her stomach growled again.  The biscuits continued to mock her.

 

 

 

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Professor Althaus

Althaus kept the biscuits floating between the three of them, partially because there was no way the girls didn't want any and because he wanted a couple himself. When they declined, he simply hummed. "It's always the time for biscuits, Miss Pichardo," he said with a wink, taking a biscuit out of the tin and taking a bite. Kasper was hungry, and he was skipping lunch to discuss the potential (not really) hag status of Jenna James, so he was going to take a biscuit.

 

"I don't think that's why Flamel had her switch. Any professor has access to the potions storage, and Professor James has a personal stock of anything she finds useful," he explained, remembering the bezoar she had handed him during the soup challenge. "How do you know I'm not taking appearance changing potions as well?" he continued, pulling his wand out to warm up his coffee from earlier and take a sip. 

 

When Ingrid leaned in a little, so did Kasper, an eyebrow raised as he waited for the redhead to ask her question. "What do you think is being hidden by a professor?" he asked, his tone curious. He had wondered how the Death Eaters had gotten into the castle so easily last year, An inside job only made sense. Kasper tilted his head, studying both girls. "Do you have other suspects you're looking into?" he asked, because maybe he could just ... point them towards a different professor to fuss over, if he couldn't officially remove their doubts on Jenna. 

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Seeley Pichardo

Ugh... those biscuits.  Why did they have to smell so good?  It was like there was a slight breeze in the room wafting the aura of biscuit straight towards the first years nose.  Her stomach grumbled.  Of course he wouldn't hesitate to grab one, but she still wasn't positive they weren't tampered with.  She was proud of Rid for staying strong because she was sure the other girl was having just as much trouble, if not more, resisting then she was.  

 

Biting hard on the corner of her lip, Seeley turned away from the Professor, and the stupid floating biscuit tin and walked towards one of the shelves in the room.  Secretly hoping there might be another tin hidden around somewhere that she could sneak one from, unnoticed, while she heard him respond with a curious question.  

 

Turning on her heel she arched an eyebrow.  "Are you?"  The idea that he would be taking some kind of potion to make him look like that... well it could be possible but she doubted it.  He was too pretty

 

" Apparently there is a question to whether male hags exist."  Her hand moved toward her own wand and she made eye contact with Rid, "Back away Rid, maybe he's one too.  Maybe they're in this together."  

 

She didn't really think that, but it paired with what she had just mentioned and his next question brought about a good point.  Leaning against the wall she gripped her wand tightly in her hand, a sort of smirk playing at her lips.  "You're looking a bit suspect right now, Sir."  

 

Bet he didnt see that one coming. 

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Phone posting= typos a lot

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Ingrid Leighton

Ingrid practically stared a hole through the biscuits floating in the tin between them. She watched as the Professor took one and began munching, a lurch in her stomach reminding her that she's also skipped breakfast that morning due to running late for class, and that the last thing she'd eaten was dinner the day before. Growing girls needed their strength, and it took every ounce that Ingrid possessed to keep from caving, especially as one of the cute dinosaur toys headbutted her ankle again, looking for attention. Professor Althaus was good. Good at using tactics to distract them from the task at hand. She'd very nearly forgotten that this man taught a lesson about hags while an HBI investigation was ongoing about the possibility of a hag in Hogwarts. 

 

When Seeley turned around quickly, Ingrid was slightly startled out of her revelry, but quickly regained her composure. Her eyes went wide as she heard the accusations, and she turned back to the professor. "Were you trying to tell us something, Professor? Warn us? Or confess?" 

 

Surely, it wasn't possible for there to be such a fantastical coincidence, and Professor Althaus knew more than he let on. Whispers around the castle said that Althaus and James were close. Friends, probably, but what if they were working together on some nefarious plot to rid the school of the First Years before they could even see Second year. Ingrid's eyes narrowed. "If you want us to trust you, putting suspicion on yourself is not the way to do that," Rid said, her accent pushing through though she tried to force it down to stay intelligible. 

 

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Professor Althaus

Kasper had meant his question as a joke, but now, he had sent suspicion in his direction. Oy vey. He watched as Seeley inspected the room, shaking his head at her question. "I'm not, I swear," he said, though he knew how suspicious he looked considering he was nursing his coffee mug. He smiled a little at Ingrid's questions, shaking his head. "As far as I'm aware, there are no hags on the Hogwarts payroll, myself included." It was unlikely that they'd put the students in such danger, but ... well, there was the attacks to be considered.

 

He chuckled at Seeley's warning. "There are no such things as male hags, and I'm not in on anything with anyone. Unless you count the pea throwing competition Professor Narsinghani and I had at lunch the other day," he said with a smile, because surely they didn't really believe he was capable of such things, right?

 

"I acknowledge the suspicion on me, and raise you with: I've been here for less time than you, how could I possibly have been a part of all of those things?" he asked, an eyebrow raised at them. "If a professor was hiding something, it would be someone who's had time to cultivate the plan and made contact with others outside of the castle  with ease," Kasper continued, taking another biscuit and dipping it in his coffee before taking a bite. 

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Seeley Pichardo

Drat.   

 

Why did he have to go on actually making sense?  The first year didn't say a word for several seconds as she rolled his answers over in her mind, picking them apart for any way she could turn them to her advantage.  Seeking any wrinkle she could squeeze doubt into, trying to sense any hesitation in the man's voice that she could stretch.  

 

"Maaaayyybee..." She began, lengthening the word as she struggled to come up with something, anything.  "Did you say pea throwing?"  

 

No, that was just another distraction.   She visible shook the image of the two professors wielding some kind of small slingshot loaded down with tiny green vegetables.  The flinch of a smile broke her best interrogation face for a fraction of a second before she was able to force it back into place and she blinked slowly and determinedly.  "Maybe you were the man on the ou..."  

 

Glancing down, Seeley felt a small, but firm nudge against her ankle noticed one of the dinosaurs had finally found their way to her.  The biscuits had been hard enough to resist, but as she glanced back to Professor Althaus and back again at the animated toy begging for her attention her grip on her wand and her resolve weakened.   

 

"...outside."  

 

...glance up... glance down... nudge... glance up... 

 

"...and now... it's time to..."  What was she saying?  "...carry out the next part of the..."   ...nudge... glance.... 

 

"...plan." 

 

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Ingrid Leighton

From the beginning of the confrontation, Ingrid had been steadfast. She knew that they had to be strong during this interrogation or they would never get the answers they wanted. And they wanted to know why so many students disappeared before their first year. Why one professor in particular seemed to be suspicious in the perceived plot. And why the professor in front of them was hell-bent on defending Professor James. Did he have a dog in this fight? Was he trying to cast suspicion off of her for his own purposes? 

 

The questions swirled in her head as she looked to the side at Seeley, now being nudged by another of the plastic dinosaurs. Professor Althaus had really thought out his choice of companions. It was impossible to be angry when a cute plastic dinosaur was trying to get your attention. And as her stomach rumbled and the biscuits in front of her taunted her, Rid felt her resolve slipping. 

 

The redhead Slytherin wanted to play with the dinosaurs. She wanted to eat some biscuits. She wanted to derail the interrogation so she could get to a point where those things were possible. While staring down a foe, you can't exactly jump to the floor and start playing with toys and expect to be taken seriously, now can you? 

 

But, that's exactly what Ingrid Leighton, genius of her year, did. 

 

Rid's eyes were still wide when she reached forward and grabbed a few biscuits, mumbling something incoherent that may have sounded like a thank you. Next, with a biscuit in each hand, she plopped to the ground, the triceratops bounding into her lap almost immediately as she pet it's plastic scaly skin. "What's her name?" Rid asked through a mouthful of biscuit, not entirely sure of the gender of the beast but steadfast in one thing at least. She was gonna play with that triceratops and eat delicious confections. 

 

Sorry, Seeley. 

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Professor Althaus

Kasper had to admit, he was impressed with how long the girls had lasted. Considering they were missing lunch and had both shown great interest in the dinosaurs, he'd expected a break earlier than they did. Still, he couldn't help the quirk in his lips as they both showed shakiness in ignoring the temptations.  No one could ignore the dinosaurs forever, that's for sure.

 

"Yes, pea throwing," he said, not expecting much of a response as the dinosaurs did all the work of distracting them. He knew it wasn't going to be easy to get them off the track completely, but a small break wouldn't hurt anyone. "That one's Tammy, Ingrid," he said cheerfully, waving his hand so the tin of biscuits sat beside Ingrid. "And that one's Doc, Seeley," he added, gesturing at the dinosaur at the young Hufflepuff's feet. 

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Seeley Pichardo

Plan?  What plan?  Obviously, Ingrid was a lost cause and the hufflepuff wasn't far behind.  But honestly, when faced with a Professor three times their age, an empty stomach and a room full of toys, how far could one realistically expect two twelve-year-olds to get.   

 

"Doc?" Seeley's eyes fixed on the Apatosaurus who was repeatedly running into her ankle.   Had they met before?  It was possible, she had spent a bit of time unpacking several of the toys during her detention with Desmond.  As she said the name, the small, animated toy appeared to become excited and tripped over its own feet, actually crashing over Seeley's foot and becoming tangled in her shoelaces.   Seeley giggled and the last strangle-hold on her investigation slipped away as she bent down to free the creature (?) from it's mess.   

 

"Careful there." She said, pulling it free and sliding to the floor, leaning her back against the wall.   "Is he always so... enthusiastic?"  She asked, scooping up the dinosaur with glee.   

 

Was that the right word?  He'd been awful determined to get her attention.   Though, if the plan had been to save his father master from any further questioning, it had worked for now.  And then, sealing the last nail in the coffin, she arched an eyebrow and cautiously glanced at the tin of treats.   "Can uh... can I have one of those?"  

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