Meeting at the Three Broomsticks[May 23, 2017][Adamson/Ria]

Ten minutes before the scheduled time Dristan appears and walks in the door dressed in a business black style suit and looks around the place for a moment after closing the door behind him and saw a lady in professor style robes in the back corner sitting down and waiting. Slowly he made his way over and paused at the bar and ordered a drink and headed over to the table now and stood before Ria. "Professor Ria I presume?" Dristan bows respectfully to her. "Your message sounded urgent." He spoke as he sat down now and turned a bit and looked at her.

"How can I help?" He asked curiously now and took a sip of his glass and waved at the bartender for Ria for whatever she wanted to drink. "Are the students alright? Has something happened?" He asked with a lot of concern in his voice.

Dristan paused for a moment and nodded. "Forgive me being away from the castle on leave has taken a slight tow on me." He sighs. "I miss teaching, I miss the students, they are my passion." He nods and sets his glass down now and gets a bit more relaxed and comfortable. Now he was a bit more confused. Her owl seemed like something was either wrong or that there was an urgency. Okay so now she just wanted to meet him and talk. He took another drink of his glass.

"Please forgive me for being so forward professor. I am very confused right now. The last professor that wanted to talk to me well....." Dristan stopped right there thinking about how badly he just wanted to smack Quinn that evening. "What would you like to speak about?"

As soon as she brought up Quinn's name his fist tighten for a moment as his gaze went to the table. "Where do you want me to begin? Her disrespecting me as a professor, disrespecting the students or my heritage?" He looks up at Ria now. "All because I questioned her methods about this......battle league she is trying to form. Make it bigger than quidditch. Using constructs and illusions and sponsors to basically set up battle scenarios for the students." He sighed. "She thinks we should be preparing the students for war pretty much. Splitting them into groups like little armies." he continued.

"Her mentality....." Dristan just shook his head. "Her exact words.......No one seems to remember the neutral qualities Dark Lords and Ladies have had, just their evil qualities. It's a shame." Dristan would let that one sink in for Ria. "She wanted to teach qualities of the Dark ones like they were generals to the students and that was just one thing she proposed to me. I mean......." Dristan shifted a bit and had to take another drink.

"This battle league she wants to do she even suggested that at the end of it if the armies lost we do a mock funeral. Now I argued against it but I do not know if what she said of not doing it was either to shut me up or if she was being genuine."

Dristan just sat there quiet now thinking back fully to the conversation with Quinn. "Lets see......Also, I must say, I thought that as a Slytherin you would be all for the political game. It needs to be explained to the students, to the parents and to the Ministry, and each of those groups have different concerns. The only way anything will ever get done is by emphasizing the best parts relative to each group. That isn't such an unreasonable concept, is it? You know that the League will be good for the students... Why else are you even at Hogwarts, teaching your class? Her words not mine."

Dristan went back into deep thought again. "Oh and lets not forget......That brings me to your next point, negotiability of scheduling. Obviously I will be able to run meetings and scenarios without input from any co-sponsors, if they aren't available. If I couldn't handle that much, I wouldn't even be at Hogwarts in the first place. And, just like any extracurricular, the students will be free to skip any practices, training sessions or scenarios they wish. All it will do is make their division and the total army weaker, and that is realistic. Real armies have layabouts and lazy members as well. Point of fact, how many non-negotiable training sessions do the Quidditch teams have every week? "

Dristan looked to Ria now. "I mean if you truly want Professor I could keep going." His voice calm, direct and straight forward.

Dristan literally dropped his glass from his hand and his eyes widen. "She said I threaten to do what!" His reaction was pure shock, he had never said that to Quinn. "Wait run that by me again? You have an owl from Quinn stating that I threaten to......flay her alive?" Dristan rubbed his face now and instead of blowing up he just sat there in complete disbelief that this was even happening at this point. Yes he fired back at Quinn because she was pushing boundaries but now Quinn was accusing him of threatening to literally murder her by flaying her alive.

"All I ever said to her was this.......those students are my life. If any of them ever got hurt whoever hurt them would deal with me personally without remorse or so much care in the world because I would make them suffer and beg for death by the end." Dristan was very direct and very truthful and straight forward. "Now how by me saying just that and that only as any professor would say in regards to our students and their lives and safety. How does that get turned into that I would flay her alive?" His eyes told her everything. He was telling the truth, he was angry for the accusation, he was hurt that another professor and one he barely knew would even do something like this to him.

"I have a right to see the evidence of this accusation against me. I would like to see this owl and read it please." He waited.

Dristan just sat there after she got up and the look on his face right now. If looks could kill Quinn would be dead and right now that was a thought in his head right now amongst others. She accused him and he could not even see the evidence. Which made this all the worse for him. Oh the woman had pushed to far, he had warned her once to not mess with him and now this......now he was going to do something about this and make sure that Quinn learned a very hard lesson from him. For now he would wait, he would bide his time. Until then a mask would be forged to give nothing away.

Dristan slowly stood now and did not even speak to Ria as he walked right past her into Hogsmeade and stood there and looked to the castle now and just stared. More importantly to a particular tower. His wand tapping his leg right now. The man was beside himself, the man was livid. Quinn wanted to play politics and with fire....fine.

He did look over his shoulder at Ria and the look in his eyes was one of pure hatred.  "Before I go you need to know this.  I was uncomfortable the entire conversation with her.  Her wand was out the entire time.  She made the excuse she was using it to produce images and you and I both know that to have your wand out and pointed is a direct action."  After he spoke he looked right back to the castle and the Astronomy Tower in the distance.