Hagrid stared at the stone gargoyle, pressing his hand against his beard, making sure his thick mane was well groomed and brushed. Then his hand pressed against his leather coat, vest, and tunic--checking to make sure he was presentable. Though there was dried mud caked to his large boots, Hagrid didn't consider that a vital part of his wardrobe.

He was outside all the time. It was October. It was muddy. There was no helping a little bit of dirt. Though Hagrid still stood staring at the Gargoyle.

The large fight in the Great Hall occurred only a few days ago, though Hagrid didn't think it was such a big deal (he was a half-giant of course), this was why he was here. Sandusky administered and took respective points, though Hagrid wouldn't have been so liberal at either, and he thought everyone would benefit from more detentions. Proper detentions, of course. And Hagrid had given a few detentions of his own while Herschel Reid dealt with SAWs. All seemed to be in order, and Reid just wanted to update him on what all was going on. Understandable.

Though Hagrid couldn't help but wonder if other things might be brought up. He hadn't gotten the warmest welcome from Reid (at the feast he didn't address him like a professor like the other staff!), Hogwart professor positions seemed to come and go very easily nowadays, and some considered his teaching style a bit... rough? Even Bai Li thought he should tone it down a bit sometimes--Bai Li Yang! (But she always suggested more papers to do.)

But students were enjoying his class, learning something, getting good grades--much better than when he first took up the Care of Magical Creatures position. Surely, if it came up, it would only be a passing topic. Yes this would be a short easy meeting.

Finally, the half-giant said the password and the Gargoyle moved aside as he stepped into the moving staircase and entered the Headmaster's office. He gave a nod and stood up to his full height and gave a small smile.

"You wanted a talk Rei-er Headmaster?"

Herschel trusted his staff. Most of them, at any rate. He considered them to be capable witches and wizards whose judgment he would rarely question. Naturally, there would be always be exceptions. Though Herschel did believe that all witches and wizards deserved a good education, and that nobody should be held back from achieving their full potential and realizing their dreams and aspirations, he could not help but continue to be convinced that Hagrid was a sub-par instructor and wizard. He was half giant, after all, and at one point had been expelled from Hogwarts and his wand broken.

Though Herschel tried to be a good, fair, and decent person there were some prejudices which were hard to overcome. Though he himself was no longer purist, he could not help but look down upon muggles and feel pity for muggleborns thrust into the life of magic. And he also had a hard time accepting someone who was not entirely, well, human, could be a capable employee. There was also the matter that Herschel had not been among those who had been entirely okay with hiring Hagrid to teach.

But there had been a lot of last minute changes to Hogwarts staff this year prior to the tournament. He had become headmaster. Ignan Storm deputy-head. Declan O Morain had quit staff. And there were plenty of other new professors to contend with.

Even so, he was curious as to how Hagrid had handled the aftermath of the brawl in the great hall. He had tried to be a good man and show his support- allowing Sandusky and Hagrid to take care of all the finer details- only intervening on the side of SAWS. But he could not resist the urge to basically check up on things... Even if he was only checking up on Hagrid's side of things. "Please, have a seat," the headmaster motioned to a chair, one he had already enlarged to comfortably house the extra size of his care of magical creatures professor. "Would you care for anything?" he asked. "Tea? Coffee?" Were it anyone else, he might offer them a brandy. It was the afternoon, after all, most did not have more classes to teach for the day.

The offer of a large chair and something to drink came as a little bit of a surprise for Hagrid. He patted he's bears with some confusion before he gave a small smile from beneath his mustache and sat himself in the comfortably large chair, "Oh yes, thank you, sir." He patted his hands on his knees, but then raised and shook one, "Nothin' ta' drink though."

He patted his stomach and his scruffy voice added, "Had a bit of a late lunch, was having class with some of my NEWT students--have to split the classes up some days, yannow?"