8 April 2010
Thursday around 7pm

The door was open a crack and Figaro slowly slid it open, just enough that it began to swing on its own.  He wasn't sure how he should treat this encounter with the infamous Professor Kesali.  The man was both an impassioned thespian and an unpredictable volcano.  His roommate Zel Trumble seemed totally perplexed at him, and the feud between Kesali and Raine Almasy was nothing short of epic.  So how would he react to an unannouced visit from a member of the press demanding answers?

"Professor?" he called in.  "Hellew...?  Are you there...?"  he hushed his voice lower, "...or are you off being a bat in a belfry...?"

The office was lush - Figaro had never been in.  There were books all around, and old-looking stuffed chairs.  The wind whistled through the chinks in Hogwarts's old tower windows. 

Hopefully these breezy cracks were too small for a Dementor to mist through.  The word was out and the students were talking - so Figaro decided they needed some answers.

Gale had been up the stairs trying to convince himself that he didn't need a nap, that he wasn't getting old, and that he didn't need to purchase a shot gun to keep the children off his lawn. Yet the constant brush of the wind through the tower windows certainly lulled him to sleep, and when a little voice entered his mind he tried his best to will it to be a nightmare--most often than not, Figaro was the picture of all his worst dreams. (even if they were harmless…and mostly being locked in a small space with him)

"Master Sellaphix," His voice called down from the top of the stairs as he dawned his study coat and started the walk down, "What a pleasant surprise." He did his best to sound enthused, but truly was puzzled. What in the world did Figaro want from him? Was he here to cry and be wrapped in cotton and wool?

"Come to apologize for the little article you posted last month?"[1] He asked him with a very stern expression and a very deadpan tone, and despite how Figaro wasn't much shorter than he was gave him a very serious downcast glare.

1.	http://absitomen.com/index.php?topic=15061.msg126422#msg126422

Professor Kesali descended like a villain from a play who was pretending to be welcoming but really had a trap laid in store.  Figaro grinned and laughed nervously, not exactly sure what to expect.  Professor Kesali was a bit notorious and while he and him had never had grounds to quarrel, the reputation was enough to cause a bit of apprehension.

Perhaps he'd be turned into a frog?  That could be fun.

"Actually, no.  Come to bother you about matters of grave importance," he said.  He enjoyed being editor of the Howler.  He himself could be considered a figure of grave importance.

Figaro let himself fully into the office and had a good look around as he slowly pulled his notebook from his back pocket.

"Dementors, Professor.  They're here.  And they're going to eat us all alive.  Comment?"