Belonging to Professor Chevalier, this suite is located on the first floor of the Defense Against the Dark Arts tower. There is a sparse stone-floored bedroom, behind a concealed door in the office's study, which difficult to find unless you know exactly where to look. A deterrent against student-organized draw-a-moustache-on-the-professor pranks, naturally. There is a large fireplace in both the main office and the bedroom, though only the one in the office is connected to the floo network. The office itself channels the old-timey vibes, much in tune with its occupant.
Frankly, Rain's the most surprised that she's reached the point of no return. Her brain favors the idea of doubling back, but she'd rather not risk anyone seeing her speeding away and assuming it was just another loony, stalkerish fangirl. What is up with those allosexuals anyway? Dude has a son for crying out loud. Then again, she's never really understood the concept of that kind of kink. It's now or never, I ain't gonna live forever~ starts cranking out in her head and she makes a face. Dammit, this is hard enough to do without background music. Before she does kick the bucket from how long she's been standing there, she knocks twice.
Because she's already here, getting over herself is no longer an option even if it does feel like the simplest, least bothersome solution for everyone concerned minus her. "Prof?" She steps inside, uncertainty bordering her actions, and shuts the door behind her. "I, uh, wanted to ask about education stuff for career things." She's never been the most eloquent person and it's showing - not that such an advantage would even make a difference.
Her plan was to start small, try not to aggravate the situation more than she has to, and not to jump to the point. When she's taken her seat, this flies out of the window. She can't do it. It's not her. She never knows what the right thing is to say. Isn't that why she stayed clear of people in the first place? "I wanted to know if there's any way for me to move back a year without my current progress being wiped or ruining my marks altogether." She stares down at her lap, lacing and unlacing and fidgeting with her hands.
Silas was taken back by Rain's words to be completely honest, he'd expected anything but what she had said. "Well to be completely honest I'm not too sure... Speaking to the Headmistress would certainly be your best option as she'd be able to give you a concrete yes or no answer." Silas paused for a second as he looked at Rain with concern laced in his expression. "Is there any specific reason behind you wanting to move back a year?"
Rain's 101 Reasons Why could go on forever, so she tries to keep it as uncomplicated and unconsequential as possible. "I don't like being in class with barely anyone I know," she responds, feeling very tired all of a sudden. "Most of my friends are in the year below me and it sucks when-" everyone's partnered up or people forget to owl me about group projects or totally dismissing my presence at all times and when Bri can't be there. "Yeah," she ends lamely.
Silas nodded understandingly. "I see... I completely understand the situation, it sucks to feel like you don't fit in with your year." As he wrote something down on a clean lined piece of paper, Silas looked back up at Rain. "I'll tell you what, as I too was in your position and now what it feels like, I'll do my absolute best to pull some strings and get you into your desired year."
Even the legally blind would've been able to tell how much this means to her from the way her expression lights up. Part of her wonders if something bad's gonna happen soon, because things going your way tend to go rotten. "Really?" The excitement refuses to take its leave from her voice. "Thank you. Loads. That- that would be hella fantastic." She's trying to tone down the grin that's exploded into existence, but like most of the time, she fails to.