Post by Morgan Pendragon on Jun 23, 2012 14:43:52 GMT -5
((Firefox professors first, please.))
Morgan was still getting the hang of this headmistress business. The most important thing was keeping her students safe. When she had been a student here, the campus had had various protection charms set up to keep the place from being decimated every other week, like Drakborough so often had been.
Not that they'd always worked.
The Shadow War, in particular, came to mind.
But the protections that had been in place while Talon was headmaster had apparently been erected by Azreal Jeremiah, the wizard behind the tenebrous Angelus Morti. An alliance that Morgan had been patently unaware of, and one that shook her faith in her old teacher. In any case, once Talon left his post to work with the ICW, the nefarious Jeremiah had withdrawn his offer of protection.
Typical.
How could Talon even have agreed to work with such a scoundrel? Not that it mattered at this point in time. Right now, Morgan had to focus on re-establishing protection for her students, and while she had no doubt that her own current truce with the BFC meant that, if she asked, Bismarck would likely lend her a hunter or two to help her set up her defenses, she didn't want to rely on him. A snake oil salesman like him would try something underhanded, she was sure.
And of course, she didn't want to echo Talon's mistake of leaving the safety of the school up to anyone but the staff of the school. Although, he didn't always shown the best judgement in his choices of staff either, had he? If she remembered clearly, Syrus Korodin, one of Scorpius's lieutenants, had had a short tenure as transfiguration professor. It was as if Talon had purposely been trying to induce Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder in the student population.
She had sent out notices to all the current staff members to meet her on the dueling field. They were going to raise the defenses again, each of them adding their own specialty to the mix. She had, as befitted her station, arrived early and cleared the field of students. All that was left was to wait.
Morgan was still getting the hang of this headmistress business. The most important thing was keeping her students safe. When she had been a student here, the campus had had various protection charms set up to keep the place from being decimated every other week, like Drakborough so often had been.
Not that they'd always worked.
The Shadow War, in particular, came to mind.
But the protections that had been in place while Talon was headmaster had apparently been erected by Azreal Jeremiah, the wizard behind the tenebrous Angelus Morti. An alliance that Morgan had been patently unaware of, and one that shook her faith in her old teacher. In any case, once Talon left his post to work with the ICW, the nefarious Jeremiah had withdrawn his offer of protection.
Typical.
How could Talon even have agreed to work with such a scoundrel? Not that it mattered at this point in time. Right now, Morgan had to focus on re-establishing protection for her students, and while she had no doubt that her own current truce with the BFC meant that, if she asked, Bismarck would likely lend her a hunter or two to help her set up her defenses, she didn't want to rely on him. A snake oil salesman like him would try something underhanded, she was sure.
And of course, she didn't want to echo Talon's mistake of leaving the safety of the school up to anyone but the staff of the school. Although, he didn't always shown the best judgement in his choices of staff either, had he? If she remembered clearly, Syrus Korodin, one of Scorpius's lieutenants, had had a short tenure as transfiguration professor. It was as if Talon had purposely been trying to induce Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder in the student population.
She had sent out notices to all the current staff members to meet her on the dueling field. They were going to raise the defenses again, each of them adding their own specialty to the mix. She had, as befitted her station, arrived early and cleared the field of students. All that was left was to wait.