Amelia Hawkins - The Potions Professor

From the edge of her vision as her gaze did not avert from her book, Amelia simply watched as the two boys exchanged glances with the arrival of her company. First, one had spoken to admit knowledge of the other's wrongdoings, and the other admitted an apology to his own error. In Amelia's mind, it was not necessarily to her that they needed to ask forgiveness.

"You should apologize not to me, but the Muggle you struck." She began first, after the inquiry as to what she was doing on board the express. "But that will wait, we are due to depart soon. I cannot have you missing the Train, now can I?" Deftly snapping the book closed, the Professor lofted it tightly into her fingertips before tucking it away into her robes and smoothly transitioning to a stand. Turning towards the door and sliding it open, her gaze turned to a gravely cold sense as she eyed them both calculatingly for a brief moment. 

"As the headmistress of Ravenclaw, I expect maturity from my students who are beyond their fifth year; do try to make a better second impression. You are correct however, I am the new Potions Professor. You may call me Professor Hawkins, if you'd like."

Heavy words hung upon the air then, before she swept away back into the corridor and away in her swaying, graceful stride. Reminding her that it is more often than not best to remain aloof of her students and even more so of the ones that belonged to her House. For as headmistress, she must always remain balanced and unbiased; no matter the cost. Every student is subject to the same rules and law as any other, no matter the history or bloodline that student may have.

It was a rule she had learned and adapted from Professor McGonagall, years ago during her own years of learning at Hogwarts.

Striding on through the corridor as students respectfully made way for her to do just that, Amelia finally came upon a cabin that was much quieter and far less crowded. Leaning into the door frame slightly, she caught the gaze of an older man who was closer to her age and someone who looked to be a relative of his, by the way she clutched onto his hand. Looking at them both as they looked to her, she would inquire politely to Mark, whom she might hopefully soon be his guest.

"Do you mind if I join you two? I won't be a bother or anything of the sort."