2nd September, 1895 — Gus’ office

Jimmy had never visited a professor’s office this early in the year, he didn’t think. Well, not for any willing reason, at least. (He might’ve had a warning lecture or two in his first week before.)

So it was the first day of classes, still early in the morning, just after they’d gotten their NEWT timetables. Or – were supposed to have gotten their NEWT timetables. Jimmy’s had been... notably empty. Well, Ghoul Studies was a given, he was keeping that (which other class had ever made interacting with Peeves a homework assignment, eh?) – and he’d scraped through Herbology with an Acceptable, too, so that was an option. (Was this because Professor Skeeter had died, and they’d let anyone in this year? Or was it because Glynn had bolstered most of his projects up to standard? Jimmy didn’t know and didn’t especially care.)

But he needed a third NEWT subject to actually stay in the school. And he knew which one he wanted, but – his OWL grade had not exceeded expectations, so...

“Professor Lissington,” Jimmy said, once the door he’d been banging on finally opened; he barged in, thrumming with urgency. “You have to help me.”

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Gus Lissington

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For the last few years Gus had kept his NEWT requirement as Acceptable – why wouldn’t he? No one knew when they were going to run into a dark wizard or something that could harm them, so he felt like everyone should have the opportunity to learn how to protect themselves. But with his new duties as Head of House, Gus found he should probably give himself grace of having less students and less things to grade so he had, rather begrudgingly, changed the requirements.

He hadn’t quite finished arranging the last of his lesson plans for the coming week when the pounding came on his door; the quill he’d been making last minute notes with wobbled across the parchment in a blotch of ink, which he carefully set into its well before moving to answer the door.

Jimmy Fletcher came tumbling through, his words already spilling out of his mouth before Gus could ask him what he wantedneeded. (He knew Fletcher wasn’t in his class this year.) He moved aside to let him fully enter before he pushed the door mostly shut, giving a small nod toward one of the chairs before he moved around to sit back on his own. “Hello to you too, Mr. Fletcher. I hope you had a nice summer.” Gus smiled. “I can’t help you if you don’t tell me why you’re here.”

Although Gus wasn’t stupid. He had a very strong guess as to why Mr. Fletcher was at his office on the very day of the term.

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