(May 24, 2017) Meeting Up [Kestral/Ria/Dmitry] [Hogwarts]

"Good evening Mr. Wolfbauer." Professor Ria nodded her head at the young man as he rounded the corner and she turned to knock on Professor Kestral's door. "Just be calm dear." Aisha turned and looked over her shoulder at the young man standing there behind her.

Smiling at Mary she followed her into the room. "Thank you for having us this evening Professor. Always lovely to visit your office." She made her way past the opening of the door to allow Dmitry to enter as well. Aisha took a seat near the fire, the one had the last time she was here, she really did enjoy this office. She might have to make changes to her's next year she thought. "Mr. Wolfbauer had some concerns about the summer with a friend of his, that he said would be staying with you. I offered reassurance and the chance to come with me to speak with you in regards to the matter. He seems unsure about the situation."

She turned to look at the young man. "Mr. Wolfbauer please speak freely. Professor Kestral is a good woman. You don't need to worry." She offered him a small smile as she waited.

Dmitry stepped in to the Professor's office. he had been here earlier this year after his duel with Professor Adamson. And much like before it was comforting, elegant and reminiscent of era long since past.
Taking his seat next to Professor Ria he looked to Professor Kestral, his face now showing the slightest sign of embarrassment as the scar on his cheek grew slightly whiter. "well, this is rather embarrassing to admit but, Yes this is about Lilianna staying with you this summer. I'm afraid some teachings are far easier to forget then others." He shifts slightly in his chair. "At Durmstrang it is taught from the first year forward that vampires, like Werewolfs, are not to be given much in the line of trust and if at all possible to be avoided or," he clears his throat, "dealt with. We are told that A vampire is not trustworthy, that anyone or any 'thing' willing to go on living by feeding off the lives of others, manipulating those around them so long as they are useful are not worthy of life. Many At the school would of cures love to taste the power and immortality that comes with the 'vampiric infection', as it's called, However the means by which that immortality and power is gained, that is wrong. It's been said that the former Headmaster Karkarof, a death eater, actually had a revers view about the species. That this kind of thinking, by any means necessary, was subtly taught. That manipulating those around you to your benefit was acceptably practiced. That the use and even loss of life was merely a byproduct of ones end game." he shook his head in obvious discussed of the ideals he was talking about.

"but that when he left the ways of the school changed. No longer was personal gain and glory the ideology of a DI student, rather to reach the top with those around you as allies not slaves, tools, or objects. You made got to where you were going by being hosted on the shoulders of those around you not by stepping on their backs." he pauses a moment. "we are told that vampires are the living definition of a sociopath."

He sits back in his chair, his normal proud, confident posture now looks almost defeated. After having spoken out loud now a lot of what he was taught then, he felt even more wrong about it. He felt angry mostly at him self for ever thinking this about the professor in the first place, Disappointed that he hadn't approached this issue sooner, and like a failure for having not done so in the first place. After all the times Lili had tried braking him out of his old habits, for him to still think like this, to feel like this about a professor, vampire or not.

Aisha simply faded into the background, she was simply there to support the young man with his troubles. She listened with her own curiosity of course and she could see the similarities between the two, humans and vampires. What she, Mary had said seemed to be correct to Aisha. She lifted used her wand to bring the tea about that Mary had placed over the fire earlier and made them all a cup, she knew Mary would drink but she would hold the warmth. She gave Dmitry a cup as well and looked to him and motioned for him to take a sip before responding. Then she sat back with her own cup and waited for him to process what was said.

Mary smiles as Dmitry takes in her words, and she can see the beginnings of a change in his way of thinking already. There was a long way to go yet, but everything needed a beginning.

"Well, I can tell you I was a witch once. I attended Hogwarts just as you do now, and was in Slytherin house just like yourself. I graduated, married, had a family, watched them grow and prosper. Then I went on my own adventures."

She picks up a teacup and warms her hands.

"But, I'm sure that's not what you wanted to hear. Let us start from when I reintroduced myself to the wizarding world. It was during the second war with Voldemort. Myself and my pack chose to join the alliance against the dark lord. We fought in London against the Dearh Eaters, protecting Muggles and Squibs from the death squads. Afterwards, we became part of the accord between vampires and wizards, sharing and supporting each other's secrecy. I made friends, sought out family, descendants of my children. After a time, my pack and I separated, and I came to teach here."

She looks at him.

"Do you have any specific questions?"

Mary looks at Aisha.

"I've found a great many of them, actually, each one Ive reached out to help where needed. Some I have introduced myself to, many I haven't, not all would be accepting of who and what I am now. It has been centuries since I was mortal, any blood tie I have is seriously diluted by now." She grins.

"Though there are a few I'm watching closely right now. Who they are should,probably remain confidential."

Mary keeps her focus on Dmitry, trying to read his mind by reading his facial expression.

"Ahh, now we get to politics and religion." She smiles broadly. "Which, sadly, are far more impolite topics within my society than in the mainstream. There are two main ... sects ... and many smaller ones ... each with their own beliefs and traditions. My sect, one of the larger, know as the Sabbat tot house outside or Sword of Caine to those inside, believes in the pack structure. Packs are tightly knit small groups that trust each other with their lives, and work as a team. We fight together, live together, celebrate together, hunt together. My pack, known as Last Rites, disbanded when I came here to teach, but I am happy to say we are reforming, and if you come and stay this summer you will get to meet the others."

She seems happy by that thought.

He did have a couple options open to him at this point and either one would still offer him access to Lili and Dristan. "Professor Ria I do appreciate the offer but I believe the only way I'm going to grow beyond my current mind set is to spend time with Professor Kestral. Although would it be possible to keep your invite open as a secondary option should I feel overwhelmed at any point?" Taking another sip from his tea that had grown slightly cold. He casually took his wand out gave it a flick at the cup and slight bubble, almost fizz like, his tea was again steaming.

"Professor Kestral, What can I expect to see this summer, is there anything I should prepare for? The most time I've spend in proximity to a vampire is when I'm here at the school and the one other occasion I had come down here to your office."