Text Cut: Fallon. *hands out free conversation topics* :P
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Originally Posted by
GrapehGrape
Fallon chuckled lightly. Apparently the professor hadn't noticed her sitting before he motioned for her to sit. She would not hold it against him.
Fallon watched as he took a seat. She knew that she had learned this professor's name, but for some reason she couldn't place it. Well, she'd figure it out eventually. She grinned. "Sixth." And she was so so excited about Muggle Studies. "I really look forward to them." Now what did she talk about. This was the reason she didn't do things like this.
A sixth year already?! At this Jeremy regarded her for a moment, once again trying to recall any memory of having met her before and/or having seen her around Hogwarts at some point last term. But, nothing. So she was new?
"Have you transferred here from another school then, Fallon?" He therefore asked, hoping she had in fact not been here last year.
If she was going to reply 'Oh yes, and I attended ALL of your lessons and even came by to visit you in your office a couple of times' he was going to smack himself for forgetting. Hopefully there wouldn't be any need for that.
Text Cut: Legend. *giggles* Oh no. xD
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Kaos.Doodles
Dude the office was getting more packed by the second. And all with girls. A certain Professor seemed to be popular with the female student body. Legend chuckled, that answer was why Zookara was awesome. "Well I'm not that good actually. But I guess..." Legend looked around the office. Full of girls. Plus Zookara was good looking. Something told him that HE would understand how the female mind worked.
Maybe. "..You could help me...with like...girls."
"Alright, so you know how we have covered like the basic Muggle Sports? Why don't we go into like the extreme sports? Like skate boarding or something." And if someone broke a leg to bad for them. "Or like all the sports in the Olympics and then have like teams and complete, and don't worry. I'll go easy on people." Smirk.
See? That was why he had insisted on getting a proper answer from Legend...because in fact it seemed he wasn't that good after all. Hopefully he would be able to help...unless this was something related to his health then he was probably better off going to the Healer. Of course he would be glad to accompany him there but then it didn't really make a lot of sense coming to him first because well HE wasn't a Healer, far from re-
His thoughts were however abruptly interrupted as Legend finally voiced what was on his mind.
"Girls?!" He repeated quite surprised, his lips already curling up into an amused grin.
"Well, I can certainly try. What's up with the girls?" Not that he was an expert - yeah right, that was why his own love life was just perfect *snort* - but he could do teenage-love-drama-hormones-problems. Hopefully.
"Extreme sports?" Jeremy echoed, clearly rather confused by Legend's suggestion. See, he had been right about his suspicion about this being dangerous. Next he was going to suggest they were to go extreme-mountaineering in the Himalayas.
"We can certainly discuss Olympics...but what kinds of sports would you have suggested we actually TRY in class." Not that that was ever going to happen.
Text Cut: Kurumi, Walnut and a very interesting discussion topic
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sweetpinkpixie
Kurumi still couldn't keep her eyes on the collection of rubber ducks. Did he know something about them that she didn't? Were they perhaps some hint to the answer of the universe? Or was this Professor Zookara's attempt to figure out which came first, the rubber duck or the egg? Or, something like that.
Turning her attention, momentarily back to her professor, Kurumi tilted her head to the side when he mentioned...lamps? Did that mean he was going to start a lamp collection? "Lamps?" Kurumi asked tilting her head more to the side. "I suppose there are many different types. All the lamps at my home are made out of bamboo and rice paper." Oh, did Professor Zookara know about rice paper? She may have just opened up an entirely different can of worms.
"My holiday was...alright." Kurumi shrugged cuddling Walnut who let out a soft meow. "Being home is, well, difficult..." OK, getting down to why she was here. Talk about non-magical mentality. "My mother is afraid of magic, so she took my wand from me the minute she saw me. She takes away my entire family's wands." Talking about this history between muggles and wizards may be something more suited for History of Magic, but Kurumi felt far too shy talking with Professor Welton. "Professor, why are mug--- non-magical people so afraid of magic?"
Simple. Innocent. Confused. Everything wrapped up into one question.
Failing to notice Kurumi's repeated glancing at his rubber duck collection since he was too busy keeping a watchful eye on the little THING on her lap, Jeremy didn't explain what was up with them. Obviously.
"Mhm...lamps, among other things." He sighed with a smile playing around his lips, finally glancing back up from the cat and at the Gryffindor's face again.
"Rice paper?" He repeated, hoping Alysson wasn't going to make the same discovery any time soon as then they would have yet ANOTHER lamp.
"Do they come in different colors?" Hopefully not.
Oh no. That sounded bad.
"I'm so sorry, Kurumi." Jeremy automatically leaned forward slightly in his seat, a truely sympathic look on his face as he listened to Kurumi's little story about her summer...and her mother. Who had taken away her wand. He considered her next question for a moment, choosing his words carefully.
"Well, I think it all comes down to the fact that Wizards are indeed able to inflict pain on Muggles - and have in the past, as I'm sure you know - a lot more easily than vice versa. And of course I assume-" He actually KNEW this.
"-that they automatically feel inferior to those with magical abilities. It's something they don't have. Do you understand what I'm trying to say?" Not that that was any excuse for her mother's behavior.
"Have you tried talking to your mother about it?" Maybe he should talk to Kimber about writing a letter to the girl's mother.