Irene M. V. Williams

Chapter 11

3rd POV

The next morning at breakfast, Jareth arrived to find his little rose sitting with a group of children either speaking loudly amongst each other or reading. If he could chuckle as an owl, he would have. Instead, he gracefully landed upon her shoulder.

"Hello, my little king." Irene spoke to him with a smile upon her lips, "Was your trip here safe?"
Jareth nodded, before lifting his form's leg a letter tied to it.

"Is this for me?"

She smiled at him, before nuzzling him with her nose knowing she could get away with it with him in his current form. He shook out his wings and pecked her nose, before taking the flight back to his realm.

Opening the letter, Irene smiled.

Little Rose,

Meet me on the seventh floor, left corridor.

Walk back and forth 3 times and think of the first place where we met.

I expect you there punctually as soon as you finish your classes today.

-J

*Time skip brought to you by Jareth's bulge*

She was running late, she knew he wasn't going to be happy. She just hoped her excuse would pass.

Irene had just come back into the castle after her first Flying lesson, which felt a bit anticlimactic for they weren't allowed to do anything except hover over the ground. She knew she would have to ask His Majesty to teach her how to transform into a bird since she found it fairly interesting. She wanted to change clothes before making her way up to the seventh corridor when a student ran up to her out of breath.

"The Headmaster is requesting you. Here." The student thrust a piece of parchment into her hands before running off.

She was not looking forward to meeting the old coot, from what she caught onto from their 'conversation' last night at the feast. He was not just gonna let her stay in Pendragon without a fight.

Making a detour she started going to where she heard the Headmaster's office was before deciding to change course.

If the old coot was trying to corner her, she would just have to use a trump card.

Knocking on her Head of House's office door, a small voice from within spoke "Enter".

"Hello, Professor Sinistra?"

Irene poked her head through the door and began step one of her plan. She blinked shyly at the teacher, her long lashes fluttering softly upon the top of her cheeks; as she looked down to the side of the door.

"Come in, Miss Williams."

Irene stepped into the room and dove straight in, "I know you are probably very busy, but I was wondering if I could ask a favor."

She kicked a small pebble upon the floor with her mary janes.

"I am indeed busy."

"Oh ok..."

"However..." the beautiful mage smiled gently towards her, "I always have time for one of my dragons."

Irene wondered why ravens weren't the mascot of Ravenclaw, just like she wondered why griffins weren't the mascot for Gryffindor. She shook her head from her thoughts before stepping further into the room.

"I was informed by a fellow student that the Headmaster wishes to speak to me, but I don't think I've done anything wrong!" Irene glanced up and fixed her professor with a wide innocent look, being careful to keep it natural. "I read in the Hogwarts by-laws that a student whose guardian is unreachable for a last-minute meeting with a headmaster, that the Head of House of the student may instead join them if needed."