Private eyes

[grandhighwizard]

WHO: Rhys Rhydderch and OPEN
TONE: Varied, but probably some element of creepy
RATING: PG-ish, unless something weird happens
WHEN: Throughout the day and evening, Novermeber 15
WHERE: All around Hogwarts
WHAT: Rhys has some questions about one of his students
STATUS: Ongoing

Rhys had to admit - Hogwarts didn't disappoint when it came to interesting things happening. No, it wasn't anywhere near so high stakes as the Wizengamot, but then things were more chaotic and he appreciated that about the environment. The volatile mix of teenage hormones, children's bad judgment, and a staff that seemed prone (and least some of them) to interpersonal drama made for a constant source of amusement, anyway. He was part of none of it, of course, knowing better than to get his personal life mixed up with work, but he did enjoy how incredibly unprofessional so many of his colleague could be.

But lately, something had started to engage him personally. Or someone, rather - the older Makara boy. The younger one was talented at potions, certainly, but it was the elder that had that intriguing edge, that intellectual curiosity and inherent darkness that made him stand out. But he had to know more, and that meant doing more than just examining school records. That meant questions.

He knew Kurloz was close to Dolores, so he'd start with her. But he thought it might be good to talk to some of the other students he'd seen hanging around the boy, as well. Of course, he'd have to be discreet about it. Take them aside after class, or speak to them briefly in the hallway for those he didn't teach, and depending on the conversation, possibly a little memory charm to modify things just slightly. It wouldn't do to be seen as too interested, after all.

[OOC: Essentially this post is open to anyone, teacher or student, who might have ever interacted with Kurloz. They don't have to be pals - Rhys doesn't know which students are friends and which have just talked to him in passing.]

Comments

[wwistful]

[As Kurloz's very own DADA professor, Murdoc has interacted with the boy enough to know him on a vague level. That much was obvious. However, he'd also been giving the younger man private lessons after school.

Unspoken spells were a rather difficult concept to grasp, let alone the level of focus and concentration one had to learn to develop to use them. That alone had been reason enough to spend time with Kurloz and become familiar with him.

Although, it had been in their most recent lessons that Murdoc saw a different, more intense side of the younger man. He was obviously disturbed in some manner. Perhaps traumitised. All he knew is that something in his actions was far too volatile to be like any other young teen. It was a vexing situation indeed.

It's after one of these classes that Murdoc stands outside his classroom after having waved off Kurloz for the afternoon. He flicks his wand at the door to lock it before striding away from it for some private time.]

[grandhighwizard]

[Rhys had observed the boy coming out from his private lessons before, and he knew he had to talk to Murdoc at some point. It could prove to be challenging if the DADA professor couldn't put aside his ridiculous animosity, Rhys knew, but he thought he could appeal to the man's sense of professionalism.

Of course, seeing him come out of his office presents the perfect opportunity, so he strides after the smaller man, calling out] Donoghue, a word, please.

[wwistful]

[Murdoc freezes for a long moment, as if debating turning around. He doesn't need to look to know who THAT voice belongs to, so he knows damn well he'd rather keep walking.

He doesn't, of course, but he turns as slowly as possible and raaaaises an eyebrow.]

Yes, Rhydderch?

[grandhighwizard]

In private, if you please. Your office or mine, or wherever you'd like.

[wwistful]

Urgent, is it? I suppose my office is closer. Though I am currently busy, as you may have guessed.

[grandhighwizard]

It shouldn't take long. I know you haven't got classes for a little while. [Why yes, Rhys does know your schedule, Murdoc.]

[wwistful]

How you know that is anyone's guess. [He frowns, turning to head back to his office.] I can spare a moment, then.

[grandhighwizard]

Because I'm aware of my colleagues' schedules. It's useful knowledge. [following]

[wwistful]

I shouldn't be surprised. [Not going to pretend he isn't rolling his eyes as he opens the door and steps aside for the taller man.] In.

[innocent_insanity]

[Speak of the young hellspawn himself, Kurloz has just finished his Charms class and has started to walk down the hall, keeping to himself as he ambles along relaxedly.]

[grandhighwizard]

[Ah, wonderful!] Mr. Makara. [pleasantly]

[innocent_insanity]

[Head snapping up like a bloodhound that's caught a scent, Kurloz looks around and perks up with a bright smile when he sees the gigantic professor, waving hello.]

[grandhighwizard]

How have you been since our last lesson?

[innocent_insanity]

[He gives a thumbs up sign with a smile before giving him an inquisitive look while lifting his satchel to indicate the sketchbook in it.]

[grandhighwizard]

Indeed. Do you have time currently, or are you on your way to another class?

[innocent_insanity]

[Kurloz smiled and shook his head at the second part of Rhys' question, answering that he has no class.]

[grandhighwizard]

Ah, excellent. Would you care to come my office, then, my lad? We can discuss the matter.

[wavesofjade]

[Rhys might not find Dolores as willing to part with information about Kurloz as he would like, but there may still be a few things to be gleaned from her. She doesn't trust him, but she likes him well enough, most of the time. Enough to give him a small smile and a wave as she passes him in the corridor.

Kurloz Makara is certainly a focus of hers. He's a sweet boy, she thinks, but clearly troubled and she wants to be able to help him, though she doesn't quite know how. His friend Mituna seems to be more capable of that, even with his own problems.

Dolores is taking some time to herself away from the hospital wing when she passes by Rhys.]

Good afternoon, Professor Rhydderch.

[grandhighwizard]

Miss Maryam. [He smiles, pleased to have run into her. But it's always best to be pleasant, first.] How are you?

[wavesofjade]

[She smiles warmly in return. Though he sometimes unnerves her, she can't deny he's ever been anything but a gentleman to her.]

I am well enough. And you?

[grandhighwizard]

Puzzled, actually. Do you have a moment? I wanted to ask you about a student who I believe you know well, Mr. Makara? The older boy, not the younger.

[wavesofjade]

Ah, Kurloz? I would like to think that I know him well. Is there a problem?

[grandhighwizard]

Not exactly, or at least, not an immediate problem. Could we speak privately?

[wavesofjade]

Of course! I was just on my way to my rooms, or we could go to your office if you'd prefer.

[grandhighwizard]

I don't intend to inconvenience you, your rooms would be fine. [He'll follow her, then!]