Post by morgana5 on Jul 27, 2009 1:22:17 GMT -8
It had been years since Morgana had last seen any part of Hogwarts. As a child she had been a part of the most noble and great house of Slytherin. She had excelled there and gained recognition as a student who was set apart from the others and destined for great things as well as a a person with high goals and tenacity. She had then not seen the halls of the school until the time when she, alongside Trevor, acted as an agent for the Dark Lord. She had disguised herself as a pregnant barmaid that was the result of Casey's drunken revels and almost broken apart the most feared couple of the entire movement. The next time she had seen the grounds of Hogwarts was during the deciding battle. She remembered the entrance into this very hall where she stood triumphantly now, she remembered the fight and then very little as she had been gravely wounded.
Now, fully recovered, with her side in control and countless power and her finger tips she had returned to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with a small satisfied smile running across her lips. This was hers now. She was not the headmistress nor would she ever care to be, but this was all hers now. In a few months when her true status and Trevor's chosen consort was known to the world, she would be able to do as she pleased with this school if it was her desire. She could tear it down and start a new one if she liked. It would be hers along with everything else. But, for now it would do to step on its grounds and know she would be welcomed with respect and great diligence by both the professors and the teachers- all supporters of Trevor and his regime and all aware of her great power in it and what she did to obtain and retain that power under the service of the Dark Lord and their current Lord.
Her appearance her, however, was not for the pure enjoyment of gloating and reminiscing about her various times on the premises. No, she was here for business of a serious nature. The secretary of education was ill and she was to fill it. Of course Morgana had taken due time and diligence in studying the material she was going to present to these young adults and children. She had even taken the time to prepare a little speech and review her own professions placement from when she had gone to school. That was an interesting document. Her recommendation had been for a high powered ministry position in assisting the Minister for Magic. How little could have her head of house predicted that she would be the press secretary for the supreme ruler of the English wizarding world? She certainty had fulfilled her expectations. Her smile widened in a bemused way as she thought of her job recommendation. Now here she was, acting as the one guiding and shaping young lives for the future- not the one being molded and shaped.
Ready as she would ever be for this particular mission and all its expectations, Morgana stepped into the wide doors of the Great Hall and made her way too the teachers table. It seemed she had arrived right on schedule- right before lunch; ready to take a look around and the operations of the school for a bit as well as refresh herself, and then onto placing the students after a brief interview. During which she would take down the names of a few especially interesting students who showed proper promise and pass them along to Trevor as she was instructed- of course taking time to grab a protege of her own perhaps if one struck her. After the process was over she would pull her Lord away for a briefing and perhaps some dinner unbeknownst to his darling wife and then send him back with only thoughts of her and their future in his mind- nothing of Evie.
But that was the future and the time at hand was nothing to be taken lightly. Morgana put her things down next to the head spot at the teacher's table and walked to the podium on the platform- watching and waiting. The headmaster would be of course coming to greet her soon and the students would arrive as well. Then there would be work to do, much work to do....
Now, fully recovered, with her side in control and countless power and her finger tips she had returned to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry with a small satisfied smile running across her lips. This was hers now. She was not the headmistress nor would she ever care to be, but this was all hers now. In a few months when her true status and Trevor's chosen consort was known to the world, she would be able to do as she pleased with this school if it was her desire. She could tear it down and start a new one if she liked. It would be hers along with everything else. But, for now it would do to step on its grounds and know she would be welcomed with respect and great diligence by both the professors and the teachers- all supporters of Trevor and his regime and all aware of her great power in it and what she did to obtain and retain that power under the service of the Dark Lord and their current Lord.
Her appearance her, however, was not for the pure enjoyment of gloating and reminiscing about her various times on the premises. No, she was here for business of a serious nature. The secretary of education was ill and she was to fill it. Of course Morgana had taken due time and diligence in studying the material she was going to present to these young adults and children. She had even taken the time to prepare a little speech and review her own professions placement from when she had gone to school. That was an interesting document. Her recommendation had been for a high powered ministry position in assisting the Minister for Magic. How little could have her head of house predicted that she would be the press secretary for the supreme ruler of the English wizarding world? She certainty had fulfilled her expectations. Her smile widened in a bemused way as she thought of her job recommendation. Now here she was, acting as the one guiding and shaping young lives for the future- not the one being molded and shaped.
Ready as she would ever be for this particular mission and all its expectations, Morgana stepped into the wide doors of the Great Hall and made her way too the teachers table. It seemed she had arrived right on schedule- right before lunch; ready to take a look around and the operations of the school for a bit as well as refresh herself, and then onto placing the students after a brief interview. During which she would take down the names of a few especially interesting students who showed proper promise and pass them along to Trevor as she was instructed- of course taking time to grab a protege of her own perhaps if one struck her. After the process was over she would pull her Lord away for a briefing and perhaps some dinner unbeknownst to his darling wife and then send him back with only thoughts of her and their future in his mind- nothing of Evie.
But that was the future and the time at hand was nothing to be taken lightly. Morgana put her things down next to the head spot at the teacher's table and walked to the podium on the platform- watching and waiting. The headmaster would be of course coming to greet her soon and the students would arrive as well. Then there would be work to do, much work to do....