Basil Foxwood was still buzzing slightly under the skin from this year’s Welcome Feast as he made his way up to his quarters. It had been an interesting evening to say the least, one the brunette wasn’t sure he wanted repeated. For what it was worth, Basil was not accustomed to being embarrassed by his students, most especially those in Ravenclaw house. (It was behavior that might be expected of an incoming Gryffindor or Slytherin even, but his Ravenclaws? Never.)Regardless, the brunette had resolved to check on Ms. Penelope Valenduris in the morning, preferably after he’d had a word with Meserimus to ensure everything was alright. It wouldn’t do for the girl to be unhappy, but in the same vein, perhaps a little separation from her twin might be good. It would give Penelope the room she needed to stand on her own two feet. If the Sorting Hat believed she was Ravenclaw material, he wasn’t in a position to contradict it (however much the brunette might have his doubts.) Instead, Basil was determined to help her. If there was even a shred of the Raven spirit in there, it was his responsibility to bring it out and assist Penelope in blossoming to her fullest potential, should she allow it.
As Basil climbed the stairs and shuffled into his quarters considering the whole predicament, he decided to task Ms. Fairfax with keeping an eye on her. From their albeit brief exchanges this summer, Autumn had seemed particularly social; perhaps she might become a good friend to Penelope and they could learn from one another as fellow first years. It was with this thought that the brunette nodded to himself and tugged his cravat loose. His jacket and waistcoat had just hit the bed when a slight commotion in one of the portraits caught Basil’s attention.
“Sir! The Ravenclaws! Despicable behavior! Horrid! Embarrassing the House!”
The fat form of Lady Agatha of Merripole (one of the more irritating tower portraits, Basil had always thought) came huffing and puffing into the frame of a landscape he’d purchased over the summer. It wasn't yet hung and from her place on the floor Agatha could hardly catch her breath amidst the displeasure, pointing towards the door, and Basil felt his heart sink. Merlin, what could possibly have happened now?
It was without even pausing to re-dress fully that the brunette grabbed his wand from the discarded waistcoat and tucked it into his back trouser pocket. From there, the trek to the Ravenclaw common room was quick and Basil barked his way through the entrance just in time to catch the tail end of Ms. Parkinson’s shriek.
The sight that welcomed him was of Ms. Fairfax practically clawing her senior house mate as the two of them buckled onto the floor.
“LADIES!”
Basil’s voice boomed in a way that was very unlike the Transfiguration professor. In an instant, he was across the room and had waved his wand to separate them, Ms. Fairfax yanked backwards by an invisible force that held her at bay. Basil positioned himself between the both of them, ready to intervene again if necessary. His expression was stormy as he took in the faces of those gathered. “What in Merlin’s name is going on here?!” he demanded.
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