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OOC: For more information on snapshots please see Tracey's Blog Post.

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~6:50am

It had been two days since Snark suspended Sasha and Isaac had found himself hearing rumors of all the possible reasons behind it.  He’d heard it was tied to the cheating allegation, that it had to do with the week the teen was in London, that it had to do with SAWS and various absurd fallacies.  What he’d yet to get a definitive answer as to why the Ravenclaw student who was, in his opinion, was among the best in his year, had been suspended for several weeks.  He’d yet to receive a response from Jacoba to the letter he sent on Wednesday before it all happened, and his hope was the young man had gone to stay with his sister.

Reaching the first floor he gave a slight smile to Morrigan Ramsay who had stopped to wait for him on the landing.  They had become fast friends when Isaac took the post at Hogwarts, and he had always appreciated her blunt honesty when council was needed.  Yet, something had been off lately.  He couldn’t be sure but it seemed she was holding something back, which wasn’t her usual way.

“Good morning, Morrigan,” he greeted.  “No Fleetfoot this morning?”

Her eyes narrowed slightly and he knew it was because she hated the ever-growing rumors about the budding romance between her and Kendall.  The whole school it seemed was aware of the fact that they were an item and he wasn’t sure why she continued to insist on hiding it.

“Morning, Isaac,” she said with a sigh as the continued towards the Great Hall as students sleepily passed them on their way to breakfast.  “And no, for your information.  Professor Fleetfoot will likely be along later, but I’m sure he’ll be completely flattered that you were asking about him.”

He smirked as they walked and she began to take a look over a parchment he assumed contained their morning report with a list of students not attending class for various reasons.  His smirk faded however when she continued, “Pity Schlagenweit is going to be out a while longer, weren’t you going to try to squeeze in another trip with the students to the Amazon before the break?  Not that I’m terribly surprised he’s managed to get himself in so much trouble given his recent track record.”

For a moment he didn’t say anything as he looked over at the tall, red headed professor.  She was still looking over the parchment and he could feel a knot forming in the pit of his stomach as a realization came over him and he stopped walking just as they reached the door that lead to an empty classroom.  She stopped only a few steps later, turning to face him, her eyes full of questions.

“What do you mean, his ‘recent track record?’” he asked and noticed the way she looked away.

She wasn’t meeting his eyes, something Isaac wasn’t accustomed to from her as she answered, “Just that…well lately he seems to have a knack for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.”

He watched her for a moment before taking a hold of her arm and guiding her into the empty classroom, shutting the door behind them.  The last thing he wanted was to cause a scene in the hall way with the students on their way to breakfast.  There was enough gossip in the school without them adding to it all.

“It was you wasn’t it?” he asked when she opened her mouth to protest being forced off the path to the Great Hall.  “You’re the professor who gave him the series of detentions for cheating…Merlin, Morrigain!  Why?”

“Why?  He was the little mastermind behind some plot to steal my notes for the practical exam!  Have you seen his wandwork, Isaac?  Honestly, the boy has yet to successfully grasp the concepts I’ve been grilling into his head since his first year,” she countered, her shoulders squaring a bit and the usually calm Muggle Studies professor prepared himself for the fact that this conversation was going to quickly become an argument.

“What proof do you have exactly that he did it?” he asked.  “There had to be some evidence to point to his involvement.”

“I walked into my office to find Figaro Sellaphix breaking into my desk,” she began, crossing her arms in front of her.  “I questioned him and he made a case pointing out Sasha’s involvement.  We both know Figaro didn’t act alone.  Think about it Isaac, it makes perfect sense.”

He shook his head, taking a breath before asking the first question that came into his mind, “Morrigan, did you even stop to ask Sasha for his side of the story?”

He knew he hit a nerve the moment the question left his lips and she visibly tensed.  He couldn’t believe it.  Morrigan was a senior professor with more experience then the majority of the staff.  The silence lingered and taking a breath he asked again, his tone tense, “Did you let him explain his side of things?”

“I didn’t need to,” she snapped, arms flying to her sides as she approached him.  “It was quite clear that he would do this!”

“Morrigan, we have a responsibly to these kids, to be fair and unbiased,” he countered, not backing down.  “You of all people should know that!  Put yourself in that boy’s shoes for one minute and…”

“I have been in that boy’s shoes,” she shouted, cutting him off.

He blinked for a moment, nodding slightly as he began in a soft tone, “I see.  So, you’re saying you’ve projected something you did on to him, right?  Tell me, did he even manage to get a word in edgewise, or did you simply spout off all of your assumptions at him?  For Merlin’s sake Morrigan!  I expect something like this from some of the others, but not you.  You need to get a grip back on reality and stop worrying so much about who knows what you’re snogging Fleetfoot in your spare time!”

He was shouting when he finished, regretting, the phrasing the moment it left his lips as the statement hung between them.  Her cheeks colored scarlet and she shouted back, “What in hell would you know?  Of course you defend him, he’s you’re little prize, everyone knows that!  What happens between Kendall and I is none of your damn business!”

“It is when it clouds your judgment as much as it has and helps Snark suspend a student,” he countered.  “You’ve forgotten just how much of a role model you are to those kids.  This conversation is finished, and please, if you see my friend Morrigan, the rational, level headed one I know, tell her I miss her because I have no idea who you are any more.”

He pushed past her exiting the classroom to head to breakfast, not waiting to see her reaction.  As he walked he felt his temper recede a bit, but based on the start of his Friday it seemed it would be an extremely long day.