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Kempley sat in her medium-sized office, humming softly to herself as she graded papers. This batch was mostly fourth years--she could tell by the sloppy handwriting and the pumpkin juice stains. After being a fourth year herself at one point, and after a few years of grading papers, one begins to notice what defines each group of students.

She dipped her large ostrich-feather quill into a bottle of freshly opened red ink and tapped the metal tip against the rim of the delicate glass. Her green eyes flickered to the paper in front of her and she sighed, blowing a piece of her blonde hair out of her eyes. It was going to be a long night.

Suddenly, a few loud bangs and the echoing shouts of whom she recognized as students floated to her ears. With an irritated groan, Kempley stood up and grabbed her wand. She gave it a quick flick to cork the opened bottle of ink, and made her way to the door of her office, brushing off the front of her robes before leaving the room. As she opened the door to her office, however, a person was roughly shoved into her.

"M-Mum!" a weak voice came from the boy in front of her. He didn't turn around, but visibly froze up.

Kempley blinked and looked to the three students in front of her--a curly, tall blonde (the one who had been shoved into her), and two other boys, presumably Gryffindors. She crossed her arms and gave her best look of scorn to the two students in front of her son.

"Pro-Professor!! So sorry, um, we were just--"

Kempley glared down at her son and placed her hands on his shoulders. "What in the devil are you doing up this late--and you two... may I ask what this is all about?"

"Nothing Professor," replied the tallest of the other two boys, "we were just...complimenting you." He wore a dirty smirk, looking from the blonde boy to his mother.

Erion suddenly lunged at him, hissing loudly, "No, you weren't, you bastard!"

"ENOUGH!" bellowed Kempley, grabbing her son's wrist and ear. She pulled him back roughly and tightened her grip on his wrist. "Stop this foolish, childish behavior."

Erion continued to struggle against his mother's grip and growled at the other two, who looked almost scared. "Slimey-ass gits!"

"Stop, I said!" Kempley roughly pulled her son's ear and glared at the other two boys in front of her. "I would try to keep your mouths shut around those who have more intelligence and connections around here than you--I will be sure to talk to Professors Conrad, Casola, and Longbottom about your grades for the semester. Do you understand?"

The two students, now thoroughly frightened, looked to each other, gulped, and looked back into the glimmering green eyes of the Alchemy professor.

"That will be 50 points from Gryffindor--"

"But Mum!"

"80 points," hissed Kempley, gripping her son's shoulder. "Just because you're my child doesn't mean you are any less responsible for being a complete and total fool. Get in my office." The blonde woman shoved her son gently around her, noting his black eye, and walked to be in front of the other two boys, much in the same fashion as the late Severus Snape would do. "As for you two--get your fat asses into bed. Mr. Filch won't be so happy if you're up this late."

The two boys nodded and quickly scurried off, muttering things to each other. Kempley just sighed and ruffled her hair with her hands, trying to ease her headache. Looks like the grading wouldn't get done soon enough for her to get a good night's rest.
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OKAY SO.
There's this reoccuring joke/thing between a few friends and I on here, that Kempo is a complete MILF...and the older male students always make lewd remarks about her within Erion's earshot. And what person wants other kids talking sexually about their mum...?

Yeah, exactly. So Erion gets in a lot of fights with kids who harass his mum. Sexually and otherwise, since she probably also gets shit about being a former death eater.

POOR KID.
I MEAN HAVE YOU SEEN HIS FATHER

/nevermind

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Columbia Kempley Vitious, Erion Franklin Longbottom, Artwork (c) *MikachuAttack
HP Franchise (c) Queen Rowling

Description
Kempley sat in her medium-sized office, humming softly to herself as she graded papers. This batch was mostly fourth years--she could tell by the sloppy handwriting and the pumpkin juice stains. After being a fourth year herself at one point, and after a few years of grading papers, one begins to notice what defines each group of students.

She dipped her large ostrich-feather quill into a bottle of freshly opened red ink and tapped the metal tip against the rim of the delicate glass. Her green eyes flickered to the paper in front of her and she sighed, blowing a piece of her blonde hair out of her eyes. It was going to be a long night.

Suddenly, a few loud bangs and the echoing shouts of whom she recognized as students floated to her ears. With an irritated groan, Kempley stood up and grabbed her wand. She gave it a quick flick to cork the opened bottle of ink, and made her way to the door of her office, brushing off the front of her robes before leaving the room. As she opened the door to her office, however, a person was roughly shoved into her.

"M-Mum!" a weak voice came from the boy in front of her. He didn't turn around, but visibly froze up.

Kempley blinked and looked to the three students in front of her--a curly, tall blonde (the one who had been shoved into her), and two other boys, presumably Gryffindors. She crossed her arms and gave her best look of scorn to the two students in front of her son.

"Pro-Professor!! So sorry, um, we were just--"

Kempley glared down at her son and placed her hands on his shoulders. "What in the devil are you doing up this late--and you two... may I ask what this is all about?"

"Nothing Professor," replied the tallest of the other two boys, "we were just...complimenting you." He wore a dirty smirk, looking from the blonde boy to his mother.

Erion suddenly lunged at him, hissing loudly, "No, you weren't, you bastard!"

"ENOUGH!" bellowed Kempley, grabbing her son's wrist and ear. She pulled him back roughly and tightened her grip on his wrist. "Stop this foolish, childish behavior."

Erion continued to struggle against his mother's grip and growled at the other two, who looked almost scared. "Slimey-ass gits!"

"Stop, I said!" Kempley roughly pulled her son's ear and glared at the other two boys in front of her. "I would try to keep your mouths shut around those who have more intelligence and connections around here than you--I will be sure to talk to Professors Conrad, Casola, and Longbottom about your grades for the semester. Do you understand?"

The two students, now thoroughly frightened, looked to each other, gulped, and looked back into the glimmering green eyes of the Alchemy professor.

"That will be 50 points from Gryffindor--"

"But Mum!"

"80 points," hissed Kempley, gripping her son's shoulder. "Just because you're my child doesn't mean you are any less responsible for being a complete and total fool. Get in my office." The blonde woman shoved her son gently around her, noting his black eye, and walked to be in front of the other two boys, much in the same fashion as the late Severus Snape would do. "As for you two--get your fat asses into bed. Mr. Filch won't be so happy if you're up this late."

The two boys nodded and quickly scurried off, muttering things to each other. Kempley just sighed and ruffled her hair with her hands, trying to ease her headache. Looks like the grading wouldn't get done soon enough for her to get a good night's rest.
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OKAY SO.
There's this reoccuring joke/thing between a few friends and I on here, that Kempo is a complete MILF...and the older male students always make lewd remarks about her within Erion's earshot. And what person wants other kids talking sexually about their mum...?

Yeah, exactly. So Erion gets in a lot of fights with kids who harass his mum. Sexually and otherwise, since she probably also gets shit about being a former death eater.

POOR KID.
I MEAN HAVE YOU SEEN HIS FATHER

/nevermind

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Columbia Kempley Vitious, Erion Franklin Longbottom, Artwork (c) *MikachuAttack
HP Franchise (c) Queen Rowling