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[Whitney Tishman]

you make it like a fireworks show
DROP EVERYTHING
now meet me in the pouring rain
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Call her sentimental, but Whitney hadn't been having an easy time with the petrified professor. His adoring student, Artemis Kaulitz, was a pain in the ass to get away from him. It was an obsession to the extreme. Whitney had mentioned it to Blaire, but she didn't talk about her idea that it could be love. She didn't want anything to happen to either of them. She knew the fragile heart of a teenager.

She remembered her fragile heart and the one that she had probably destroyed. It was like throwing glass into glass. Neither would survive. She muttered the password and just made her way up the stairs to Maxwell's office.

She hadn't spent much time with him at all...if any. To say the least, Whitney felt pretty horrible about that. She still had the pain of leaving him everytime she looked at him. Not being there when he lost his eye. Everything that had happened to him, Whitney had never been there for. Her guilt was murdering her.

She knocked on the door, "Maxwell, its Whitney. I've come to speak to you." She felt awkward calling him Headmaster, but she knew she probably should. Oh well. Whitney didn't really want to. If it meant losing her job, Whitney would do it, but not now. This wasn't the time, or the intent.

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[Maxwell Sigmon]

Maxwell had been getting letters from the ministry. Very very irritated letters, the kind that put howlers to shame. But they were polite about it, and sent them on normal parchment instead of in angry red envelopes. A very mad looking horned owl sat atop Fawkes’ old perch, glaring at Axis, his own owl. Maxwell ignored them both; the one that did the evil look and the one that did the pansy-shuffle. He was reading the overly repetitive letter that the horned one had brought.

Open the school, let the ministry in, was the report of a petrified teacher correct, get the children out of the castle, answer answer answer. Maxwell knew he couldn’t keep them in the dark much longer before they come knocking on his door. They already sent in their “replacement” teacher. Maxwell had a funny feeling about him. And about the letters. They sent a priest. A priest! For Merlin’s sake, why send someone who would rather damn them than teach them?! But he was here, and he was sent by them. That’s what he had said when had shown up anyway. Here, in this office, Father Akylas had said the Ministry had sent him. But here, their letters were saying they wanted to know what was going on… wasn’t he telling them what was happening?

The Headmaster pondered this as he dipped his quill in the ink, scratching a short letter to the Minister of Education. He had to tell them something to get this over with. He couldn’t let the children out, and he couldn’t let the Ministry in. Now it was just how to word it. Running a hand over his face, he felt the scar that rested over the empty socket. The Ministry. Bah.

Starting slightly Maxwell pulled his hand from his face, sitting up straight and putting the quill down before he ruined his letter. He was antsy, jumpy… running a school like this was no way to spend his young life. It’d be an early grave for him, and he knew it. Pressing his lips together he closed his eye, taking a few deep breathes. Whitney? She needed to speak to him apparently. Probably had to do with the mess her house was in. Maxwell had to laugh, everyone thought he was an idiot that didn’t know what was going on in his own school. Heh, he’d show them.

“Enter.” He took up his quill again, head down, working on his project. Juggling took great care after all.

[Whitney Tishman]

you make it like a fireworks show
DROP EVERYTHING
now meet me in the pouring rain
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Whitney's took a deep breath and she turned the handle and strolled on into the office. Her heels were the only sounds playing in her head. She had no idea what she really wanted to say to make conversations less awkward. Whitney knew that Maxwell had alot on his shoulders. She wanted to do anything to ease his pain.

She looked over to Axis and smiled. He was such a beautiful bird. "I thought I should bring to your attention that I slipped Artemis Kaulitz some Daught of Living Death. I'll be giving him the antidote in a few days." Whitney walked over to one the many cabinets and began to speculate on the objects in them. Some of them she knew, some were new to her. "Poor kid needs it. He's been crying himself into dehydration for four days. Artemis was, apparently, really close to Tobias."

She turned her head around and looked at Maxwell. She gave a small smile. Whitney didn't know what else to do right now. She wanted to just take the world off his shoulders. She knew she couldn't. This was the job he had taken. Whitney had her own world with keeping her daughter from getting zapped to death by Beck.

She turned her body around and walked up to the desk. She placed her elbows on it and her head into the palms of her hands. "Just a question, but how do you tend on running a school when you are all cooped up in this office and have no idea what your students and staff are doing? We could be running a muck and drenching each other in troll snot before you would come out to get a breath of air, Maxwell." Whitney smiled and winked at him. She felt so horrible that he had to be in here all the time. She missed seeing him about. He was under so much pressure. "You've always had your head in the books and the papers, though. And do you remember who got you out of them the first time? Hmm?"

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[Maxwell Sigmon]

Maxwell didn’t look up as Whitney entered and started to speak. He was busy writing, he didn’t have time to look up and grant her his full attention. He had a ministry to fight off. But it was good to be updated anyway. That was one way to keep tabs on the school; make everyone think he had no clue what was happening and they come in and tell him. Though, true, he didn’t know that Whitney had drugged the child. He was glad she did, he was becoming a down-right handful for his teachers. Maxwell knew that if this continued too much he’d have to step in and find some way to keep the student from his professor. It wasn’t healthy; petrified or not.

Love did funny things to people. Made them blind to themselves, made them act in a manner not of themselves. Maxwell dipped his quill back in the ink, grey eye flashing up to watch her for a second before going back to his words. He caught sight of her elbows, knowing she had approached the desk. She was speaking again, commenting on how he ran his school. He hated it when people did that. He hated when people judged how he lived, how he operated.

She was close to him. Very very close. She was talking about how he was always in his office; always working away from the people he was supposed to be managing. She had a point, he knew that. But he had to also admit that he was probably hated by everyone in the school at the moment. Whitney included, probably. Keeping everyone here all summer, taking away the house and Quidditch cups, forcing everyone to his will. But it was needed, this couldn’t keep going on.

“I do what I have to.” Short answer. He glanced up again, finding just how close she was to be un-nerving. Sitting up he pulled the letter closer to his end of the table, away from prying eyes, and folded it neatly. He sealed it with a tap of his wand, standing and ignoring her latest question. Yes, he remembered quite well his days in school. He was a Ravenclaw, he was supposed to have his head in books and papers. He strode over to the Horned Owl, who was starting to nip at Axis. He grabbed the visitor’s head with his large hand, pulling it close. Looking it in the eye he glared at it.

“Leave him be.” He growled, stuffing the letter in its pouch before pushing the bird away. It fluttered to the ground, screaming and screeching. It flopped upright, zoomed to rest in the corner atop the bust of Hellos, hissing at Maxwell before flying out the window. Axis looked relieved. Maxwell ignored everything, eye on his bust. Hellos, spy of the heavens. Nothing escaped his watch. His back was to Whitney, thinking over what she was saying. She was being friendly.

No, she was being friendly. I mean, not “you’re my boss so I have to be nice” kind, she was using his first name.

“Yes, I do.” His mind was wandering, he was having trouble thinking with her around. Funny, how little things change from the days of school. He turned and went back to his desk, sitting again and lacing his fingers together and focusing on them.

“I am able to run this school from this office because I am Headmaster. You need no further explanation. I get my breath of air from my windows, they are almost always open. As for the first person to bring me out of, how did you say, ‘having my head in books and papers,’ I believe that it was you.” Why was she here? It was good to be notified of the status of his teacher and the student, but now it was more of a social call instead of business. Was she going to try to get the school open to letting the students to leave? Did she want to return to the close proximity of her daughter, of her home? Perhaps she did. Perhaps.

[Whitney Tishman]

you make it like a fireworks show
DROP EVERYTHING
now meet me in the pouring rain
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Whitney stood up as Maxwell did. She was maybe hoping he would be a little more...energetic. But no, he just went over to save his bird. Whitney understood. She would have done the same had it been her's. Ministry birds were quite annoying. Whitney was thankful that she loved in the Dungeons and didn't have to deal with them flying into her office all the time. It was one of the only perks of living in an office with absolutely no windows. There were very few ways to sneak up on a person.

Whitney pranced herself around the desk as Maxwell sat back down. Everyone knew Whitney was never one to respect the bubble of personal space. Employer or not, she was going to say what she needed to say in her own matter. Which normally meant resorting back to a seventeen-year-old state of mind. She sat on the corner of the desk and looked at him, heaving out a huge sigh.

"That's correct, Maxwell, it was me. And here I thought you were forgetful." Her sarcasim was meant to be more playful, but even she mentally slapped herself for the vicous way it had come out. She shook her head and decided to go on with her reason for being there. "And I plan on doing it again, Darling!"

Whitney stood up and froliced back around the table. Whitney skipped down onto the open space of the walk way. She spun around a few times, arms in the air and hand swishing around. She laughed and stopped to face Maxwell. "Do you remember those days before responsibilites and children? Where two people fought to have their independence?" She grinned and started to take a spin again. She spun a few times, but ended up getting dizzy. She stopped and swayed on the spot. Whitney put her head down for a minute to calm the spinning. "And all those attempts are now in vain because we grew up into adults. Its the worse thing to become, really."

Whitney strolled slowly up to the desk. Her eyes stared straight at him. Whitney swallowed her pride. It was hard to do. After years and years of never letting down a wall, Whitney was going to do it. She had done it for Blaire. Now, she was going to pour her soul out to Maxwell. It was going to hurt more than anything than she could imagine.

Whitney walked behind the desk and knelt down by Maxwell's chair. She took a giant breath and just looked up into his face, trying to avoid his gaze. "I guess, I know this is alot to ask, but I just wish that you could take an hour to remember who you are. A headmaster is one thing, but its another thing to be Maxwell Sigmon. Look at the walls, its covered in headmasters. But I can look into my heart and it your eyes, well, eye and see one and only one Maxwell Sigmon. A boy I have always loved and never forgetten, and a man who is by all means amazing in so many ways but seems to have forgotten himself." Whitney reached out her hand and wrapped around his. She took in a few breaths, trying to remember to breathe was hard enough for her. "This wasn't meant to be like this. A huge confessional thing. It was meant for you to see the world around you, Love. You hear what's going on in this office, but you don't see anything. Blaire, Huffers, the rest of the staff, and I have been doing our best, but I seem to be more concerned about you than the children."

She stood up and held to his hand. She tugged him up and over to his window. She pointed down to the ground at the students. Some where playing a muggle came of football/soccer, others were working on homework and showing off spells, and others were just walking around in groups. Voices could be heard yelling and chanting, but none were really coherent from the distant. Some where in uniform, others weren't.

Whitney looked up at Maxwell. "They know who they are and what is important to them. They know what they have to do what is going on. No one is complaining about staying here. Though, they are worried about their families. Maxwell, we are family here now. Its our jobs as parental figures to be concerned and care and mingle with these kids. Dumbledore would have never been up here like this. He would have tried to cheer on one of the games. Or talked with the professors." Whitney looked back out of the window. Her eyes stared upon her daughter talking with some Hufflepuff girl. "And we best keep an eye on the past repeating itself. I'd hate to see for some silly girl to leave the love of her life because of something as foolish as wealth..."

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[Maxwell Sigmon]

Maxwell sighed as she went around him, resisting the urge to roll his eye as she pranced and danced around. Would she never grow up? She wanted to take him out of his books and papers and numbers and responsibility; take him from this and have some fun. He wished she’d at least not sit on his desk. She was kneeling by him, talking to him, begging him. Begging him for what?

She wanted him to stop. She wanted him to take a “break.” He said nothing. He knew her well enough to know that once she was on about something there was no stopping her. So he let her talk. He let her continue on and on, pulling him to his feet and showing him his own school. She had said much, and it gave him quite a bit to think on. They stood without speaking for a moment, letting him digest and contemplate her words. Dear, love, pet names full of affection. She was a sorceress, not of magic but of the heart; she was enchanting, intoxicating, mind-numbing. She was concerned about him. They grew older yet nothing every changed. Why did she do this too him?! She had ripped him into shreds when they were in school, she had pulverized his image, destroyed his chance at being normal. He had joined the Auror Department for the thought that he’d be in such situations that he would not think of her or see her.

Now here he was, head of his old school, with her teaching, and her child in his own classes. And he had gained nothing; only lost. Why was she doing this to him?

“You told me, once, to stop pleasing you. That I had stopped being the serious, quiet, lifeless person you had met and fallen in love with in the theater. That I was nothing but a rebound, and that I had changed into what I thought you had wanted.” He was digging his own grave, he was sure of this. But he had nothing to fear. He never had. After all these years fighting for nothing, nobody would scare him. Not the threat of the death eaters storming the school to murder him and his teachers, not the threat of the Ministry of Magic removing him from Hogwarts’ walls and throwing him into Azkaban. Now, not even the threat of pushing further away the woman his heart yearned for frightened him. Nothing could make a dent in the wall he had set up. Rubbing his forehead he turned away from the window, returning to his desk and shuffling his papers into a new order.

“But you also said that it’d never work. I wish things had changed since school, Whitney. I wish I knew what you wanted, knew what I wanted. And in a way, I do. You’re right. Dumbledore would have been out there, probably holding up his robes as he joined in a game. But I am not Professor Dumbledore. I am Professor Sigmon. I do not want the past to repeat itself. That is why the school is on lock-down. There was an almost murder on this campus years ago. Students were petrified. Dumbledore was in charge. Here, now, we have a teacher harmed, I will not let the past repeat itself. I will stop it before it starts. Everyone stays. I am in charge.” He stopped playing with papers to keep him busy. Instead, he pressed his palms onto the polished top of the desk, head down. He didn’t want to look at her right now.

“I cannot take that ‘one hour’ to be Maxwell Sigmon. Because the Headmaster and he are one in the same. I may have forgotten myself, but I do know that the boy you loved drowned himself in a bottle of wine and a pile of books. You think you can bring him back? By all means, take a crack at it. You seem to be the only one that wants too.”

[Whitney Tishman]

you make it like a fireworks show
DROP EVERYTHING
now meet me in the pouring rain
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Maxwell started to speak of the day she regretted more than anything. The day they had called thing quits. She had woken up more than a few times while married because of the nightmares reliving that day. Of course, those were probably more dramatic than the actual event, but dreams project how one truly feel. Every night that dream would occur, Whitney would wake up in tears and her husband would have left due to her screaming out some other man's name. She never loved her husband. It had all been a mistake. But it was worth it for Gemini...somewhat.

Whitney had often had dreams as well about having other children. Part Asian children running around. But even within those dreams, her blonde headed daughter stood out amongst the rest. Whitney loved her daughter even if the only time they would ever admit to getting along was her time in the womb. Gemini had promise. Whitney was more proud of her daughter than anything could imagine.

Her heart was burning and Maxwell's rant went on and on. She felt the whip cracking and every nerve being singed by the blazing flame. Whitney never knew Maxwell to be this...vicious. She heard tales, but never see him actually be...mean. If this was intended to be so, he was a very successful man. If it was not, he was a failure.

"Maxwell, the past is going to repeat itself. It always does. The problem at hand isn't going to be discovered head on. If you looked at it from a different angle, you might find your solution." Whitney had been thinking alot of this recently, but she hadn't really wanted to speak on it. It was only a rough draft of a thought. Just a brain flurry. It didn't even count as a storm. "Tobias lived his life in a very similar way as Artemis Kaulitz. If whatever it is attack him, there could be a chance of it repeating and taking out Temi."

Whitney looked out the window again. Her eye caught little Olivia Shea. She was walking by herself. It was a strange sight to see her by her lonesome. Normally, she was with Temi. Whtney had done all she could get to know the kids somewhat. She took so much responsiblity for them. She didn't know how Maxwell could continue to do everything like he was. Just look out and see kids. Whitney could point out everyone of them by name and tell a fact.

Whitney walked away from the window and closer to Maxwell, replying, "Now, that I have helped you with an idea to track down your problem, you can let me pour my heart out again." She licked her lips nervously. Whitney was so scared of breaking down completely in front of him. As much as she tried to keep herself composed, she felt herself falling to pieces at his feet...under his very gaze. She placed her hands on the side of his face and made me look into her eyes.

"What I had done back then was stupid and foolish. I was in a state of mind that I wish to never enter again. How much I wanted to please my family. And then, I watched you slide a blade across your skin over me. Damn it, Maxwell, that still haunts me!" She removed her hands from him and turned her back to him. Whitney couldn't bare it anymore. She bit her lip. Her head tilted towards the ceiling to knock back tears that were threatening. "I was stupid! I was stupid as hell! You have no idea how much I wanted to go back to you everyday after that. I planned to talk to you and tell you how much I missed you and how I needed you. Then, I made the worst decision of my life. I fucked up, and there is no other way to put that."

She held up her hand to him to give her a minute. She wiped at her eyes. A slight whimper left her lips. This was the hardest thing she had to do. Childbirth even had pain relievers. This did not.

"Neither one of us are the kids we left behind. Not me, not you, not even Blaire are the same as we had been. We're all different, but I know for a fact that you are more than just this serious ass. Because...everytime we touch...word spoken...I feel it. I feel that feeling that I got back when I use to lay with you and go over homework. I feel like myself...can you not tell me that you don't feel the exact same?!" She spun around on her last sentence, practically screaming at him. Her face was soaked in tears. Her hair was sticking to her face.

Whitney knew how horrible she looked right now. Like a cackling witch! But she couldn't help it. She could no longer control all the memories that she had built a wall around. They were rushing around her. All the ones with her and Maxwell. The dance. The rings. The theatre. His grandmother. His hair. That smile. Timmy and Tibby. All of it was just throwing her into a whirlpool...and she was drowning in him once again.

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