Ever since learning from Professor Trishna that Mister Morgan was, well, a Miss, Church had been bent on seeing for himself. Possibly one of the most dangerous things he had ever done, to date. Mister Morgan, after all, would not be like Professor Trishna, and would likely not take kindly to gawking. Luckily, Church was a member of the school paper. This, along with being head boy gave him a slight advantage that he chose to exploit under the guise of an 'interview'. Who knows, if this 'interview' went well he supposed they could use it for an article. They had pictures of Trishna to use, after all.

It was a few hours after breakfast when Church stepped into the library. He had gone over this a good amount of times in his head. First he would ask for the interview for the paper. Emphasize on the mister. If pressed for reasoning, state that he heard from Professor Trishna, and was curious to hear his side. If that doesn't work. Well. Leaving would be a good idea. Best not to anger the head of Slytherin.

It didn't take long to find Mister Morgan. Still, Church held back for a moment. One last time. Go over the plan. Yes... yes.. Good. This should work. Hopefully. Stepping forward Church spoke up. "Excuse me, Mister Morgan," he said as if nothing was wrong. Don't mess it up before it's begun. "I was wondering if I could have an interview for the Howler about your present condition?"

A new shipment of books had come in for the new school year, all needing to be documented and numbered and put away. Landis leaned against the check-in desk, neatly stacked books waiting on her right and a huge bound catalogue of Hogwarts call numbers on her left. She hardly needed the latter anymore for general location, but the assignment of new books was specific - and as an extra special pain in the arse the Hogwarts system was completely unique. Therefore assigning numbers was a job that required concentration and an excellent memory. Once she'd gotten the call number and location, a check-out card went in and then the book itself went up on the shelves. She already had a cart-full next to the desk, waiting to be shelved.

The susurration of footsteps over library carpet caught her attention; Landis' wand paused in its dictation. She glanced up at the newcomer. Comer, new Head Boy, resident snarker, melodramatic hair and too-tight trousers but polite enough at the moment. He looked a little nervous. Hmmmm.

"Excuse me, Mister Morgan. I was wondering if I could have an interview for the Howler about your present condition?"

"No," she said bluntly, and with a flick of her wand sent another card to slot neatly into its book.

Frankly she was surprised it'd taken this long; she'd only had to shatter four students' cameras, and couldn't decide if this meant Hogwarts children were getting more cowardly or had simply developed a better survival instinct. Slytherin in particular, she felt, was really falling down on their job. Imagine, it was a Ravenclaw who'd finally had the bollocks to approach her! Well, that was probably one of the desirable traits for Head Boy.

Well, that didn't go at all how he'd plan, did it? Church gave an inward sigh at her-his, his very blunt answer. It shouldn't have come as such a surprise to him, really. This was Mister Morgan we were talking about. The man wasn't exactly known for kidness amongst the student body. Not to say he was out right cruel... well... maybe. Decisive, was probably the best way to put it. Still, it was a little too soon to back out, even if backing out now was probably safer. He did have a slight back up plan, after all. It wouldn't be worth the risk, coming in here without one

"Please, sir, I don't mean to pry," Per se. Half truths were better than full lies, however. "It's just, Professor Trishna won't say anymore about the dealings with the hag, aside that you both had been hexed, and I'm sure the students would love to hear the story. " Oh dear, that all sounded a lot better in his head than out loud. Out loud it sounded... childish?

"Particularly your side of the account," Church continued, ignoring his inner thoughts. "After all, I imagine your approach to dealing with the hag would be more... exact, than Professor Trishna's. I figure it would also be a good advisory lesson on how to deal with them in the future, should anyone else run into one." Well, at least that last part didn't sound too bad considering he had made it up on the spot.

Landis gave an unladylike snort. "If Professor Trishna wouldn't tell you, what makes you think that I will?" she asked, one blonde brow arching sharper than a pointed remark. That was a complete load of bullshite from start to finish - a "good advisory lesson," indeed, topped with a pitiful attempt at flattery that a first-year Hufflepuff could have seen through. Landis certainly wasn't about to tell Church that the largest flaw in her and Trishna's hag battle had been their complete inability to agree on a plan.

She laid her wand down and looked at him, a long, cool, narrow-eyed look. She weighed her professional responsibilities against the inadvisability of simply telling a student to sod off, the amount of time it'd actually take for her to answer Church's queries, and the understanding (?) nature of the new Headmaster. One long arm laced over the other on the check-in counter, a prelude to resignation and the slump of defeat. "Ask your questions," Landis said at last, though she seemed distinctly disgruntled about the idea of giving in to the student body's demands.