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Originally Posted by Maxilocks  Oh, he did expect ideas from students. The wrong kind. Jared nodded, amused that he - and he suspected she, too - expected the students to cause, and think in terms of, mischief. Not that that could be helped. Hogwarts, and its undeniable link to - and history of - danger and mystery, almost seemed to give one an appetite for trouble.
"I could have assumed that in advance," he said, his green eyes lighting up in a teasing manner as she referred to admirers. Now, though, did not seem like the time to discuss tactics. How to handle... admirers. He also had a feeling that even if they did discuss that, practically, he'd find himself going semi-blank again. It almost amused him, to be honest, because he had never had to face this kind of difficulty before. His eyes flickered, a more serious expression, at her mention of Rae, though. He hadn't expected her to keep Renée in her bad books, not like he had expected Ellie to. Then again, so much had happened, even in the past month and the relatively cheerful atmosphere of Hogwarts, that he found he expected most things, even random students disliking him, now.
"I can relate to that." This, as she mentioned Hufflepuffs. He had found at least one a major handful, that one being Jake. Not that the boy liked creating trouble. It just seemed that Jake had that peculiar kind of intelligence that attracted it, in one way or the other. Jared couldn't blame him. He'd taken a liking to Jake.
"There seem to be more of those that need it," Jared said, his half-smile an impulsive reaction to the mischief in her tones. It was, after a fashion, relaxing. Pet manticore? Merlin. "I value my life, thank you very much, Renée." He inclined his head ever so slightly, an amused look playing around his lips. "Though I suppose a baby dragon might make for some nice company." Until it decided it liked breathing fire and singed his hair - assuming, of course, that it did not destroy his entire office first. "Creature police." Saving phoenixes and all. "How did that come about, if I may ask?" The mention of Russia had caught his interest as much as the thought of Renée rescuing a phoenix from a man. He had a feeling her statement regarding the bird's loyalty could be entirely true, the phoenix always having been a noble bird. The kind to repay trust.
"The mere thought of me managing to get into your head amuses me too much to even think of attempting it." And it did. He couldn't see himself getting into anyone's head, not like Renée could and did, let alone hers. He'd leave Legililmency alone for now, and perhaps for later too, and trust his perception to get him satisfactorily through life. People did, after all, get through it without both. He smiled at her comment about Euripides [the poor man didn't even know he had them for old friends, did he now?] before the smile turned into pleasant laughter. "I can't imagine what kind of rumours that would generate." Him, in the North Tower, attempting to get the hang of Divination. He could see himself failing spectacularly at it even now, but that only made him want to give it a try. He couldn't turn down something that sounded like a challenge.
"Is it?" His voice carried the same teasing quality as hers as he spoke. The questions had become circular again, no real answers really, but that was fine. It meant a touch of fun. Better that, than a conversation that drags. Not that theirs ever did. Drag.
The very topic of student theories about themselves was quite funny to Renée. Given she was privy to the fact that at least one student had their own about herself, along with the ideas that nobody wanted her at the castle. Ellie’s accusation hadn’t really hurt, especially since she knew that it wasn’t really true. There were people perfectly happy with having her at Hogwarts. But anyway, the topic had really been related to troublemaking, and she smiled a little to herself as she remembered. Remembered being a bit of one herself when younger, which perhaps was why she understood the tendency even nowadays towards the idea. And at least it seemed the thought had amused Jared as well, or his agreement had. Either way, it worked to continue their camaraderie. And the conversation.
A bit of a curious smile crept onto her face as he finally spoke, however. Regarding the topic of Slytherins and admirers, and she glanced at him mischievously. “Are you saying you would have assumed the Slytherins would take to me?,” she asked in amusement. The other option was that he assumed she’d just get admirers in general, but that was reading too much flattery into the mix. Considering what had happened at the opening feast and all. Nothing then would have made her think she’d’ve gotten admirers. Curiosity, perhaps, but definitely not drooling. It seemed her mention of Rae had made the emotion in the room more serious, though, and her expression faltered a little. Not so much got completely serious, but at least less amused. It seemed grudges were as prevalent as admiration, really, when it came to herself. Even the amusing ones.
“You can relate to finding Hufflepuffs a handful?,” she asked, once it seemed the Rae moment had faded away a little. With the tiniest of flickers of her ability, she grinned a little as it seemed the handfuls were at least the same on one count. “It’s amazing what one little question can start, when certain Hufflepuffs decide to answer,” she added then, a bit cryptic. But it was true, as she remembered the Major Arcana battle of meanings between Jake and Treyen during her lesson. It was all entertaining, and at least they’d shown they both understood what they’d been talking about. Ravenclaws weren’t the only intelligent ones in the school anymore, if they ever had been. She’d always disbelieved that old saying.
She shrugged slightly as he lightly shot down her attempt at disproving the pet theory within the staff at Hogwarts, still smiling as she saw the half-smile of his that had accompanied the statement. “An opinion,” she replied, before laughing at his response to her manticore comment. “That’s always good to know.” Valuing life before exotic pets. The laughter only continued as he brought up dragons. “Slightly less dangerous. At least while small,” she said impishly. Fire hazard though, especially in their offices. And she imagined it hadn’t been attempted for eons anyway. She tilted her head slightly as he called her the creature police though, regarding him with eyes still sparkling with amusement until he asked about her rescue of Anastasia. “Anastasia? I happened to come across her abuser while looking for a Divination expert I’d been told about.” She shrugged. “I’ve never been good about animal mistreatment, so I took action.” At twenty years old, and the memory of the Russian’s face made a half-smile creep onto her face. Just because she wasn’t necessarily outwardly threatening didn’t mean she couldn’t make her point known if she wanted.
The smile only grew as he went on to address the idea of getting into her thoughts. “I guess I should thank you for that then,” she said, going back to the mischievousness. “I have to admit, I would have been interested if you’d tried.” What he’d go after, that sort of thing. It wasn’t necessarily an all or nothing thing, when it came down to it. But skill levels made a difference. And she wondered what was going through his head again at the renewed smile, until she abandoned that thought as he spoke again. “Like us coming in here to investigate the memories wouldn’t? What sort of rumors do you think would start anyway?” As far as she thought, professors visiting each other wasn’t that odd. But then, she hadn’t really tried it yet. “It’s just a simple attempt on my part. One professor helping another learn their subject,” she added with another grin. And the implied challenge for herself, with his self-professed failure to understand Divination.
“Perhaps,” she replied with another little grin, as he continued the circularness of things. Leaving things open-ended led to interpretation. And amusement. Not everyone understood that. Static conversations were, well, boring. She had a feeling they were alike in the dislike of that idea, which was why she was drawn to their conversations. Hopefully she’d find that in the other professors as well, or at least something similar.
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