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Giselle Barrington
Slytherin Seventh Year
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Teagan Kensington
Slytherin Second Year
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Arienne Morgenstern
Hufflepuff Fifth Year
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Simone Wild
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Originally Posted by Maxilocks  He smiled at the raised eyebrow, a lighthearted sort of semi-smile. Had she taken the comment as more than harmless teasing? Not that he didn't consider her beautiful. But then, he had found out long ago [to, surprisingly, the disapproval of a good number of acquaintances] that he valued intelligence far more than looks, in people in general and in the company he tended to keep, in particular. He inclined his head, acknowledging her statement, before grinning at her comment about Hufflepuffs.
"Perhaps the times have changed," he said. Since she had attended Hogwarts. He doubted they had in general, however. The good and bad students, the trouble-making and non trouble-making, they'd always be there in all the houses, some remarkably more prominent than the others. It was just their luck that the more prominent ones they had to tackle, at least in the present and on certain fronts, belonged to Hufflepuff. Knowing that she did not, in actual, need his permission to be cryptic, his expression changed to a more amused one at her next comment, his look pretty much saying, I'm generous like that, aren't I now, mademoiselle?
They had come back to pets, and Jared found himself imagining, once again though for a brief moment, a baby dragon in his office. The thought actually appealed to him. He could get one and easily, never really having let go of his links to several Dragon Reservations. Even keep the students safe from it. Trouble was, who would keep the dragon safe from the students?
Nefariousness? "Renée." Jared's attempt at an injured look failed spectacularly. "You don't think I could." The look came off as a teasing grin more than anything else, really, though he had a feeling she'd be able to guess the look he had originally intended to give her. The glint of a name on a plaque caught his eye as he fell silent for the moment, and he took a small step forward to examine it. Ah. The one, or at least one of the several, that he had been looking for. He returned his attention to Renée as she spoke again, frowning ever so slightly for a second as she mentioned her intentions of searching out a snack. He had, of course, not known that.
"It seems I've unintentionally caused you to postpone that," Jared said. "We could move our conversation to the kitchen, if you'd like that."
As for the rumours, he doubted either of them could do much to stop them if they started. But they hadn't yet, and he'd hope they did not in the future either, even if he didn't believe something like that might deter him from letting her teach him Divination. Not being a rumour magnet is always a plus. Especially if people already think you're around to overthrow the Headmaster. It'd be a disaster, even if a humorous one, if someone decided Renée was an accomplice.
The extended silence that sprung from her reaction to Jared’s obviously unintentional flattery, given his reaction to her own, could have worried some people. However, Renée was not one of them, and she merely chose to remain amused by the whole situation. Especially considering all their talk of rumours, and students getting ideas. And student crushes. All of those put together could equal quite the disaster, if she’d chosen to take the flattery as completely intentional and serious. Of course, if it stayed in here, it would all mean little anyway. Every once in a while she’d always wondered if the walls of the castle had eyes, though, and not just the typical gossip from the portraits. There didn’t seem to be many in here, luckily.
As the Hufflepuff topic gained a response, she smiled back. “Perhaps. I highly doubt they would have changed that much, though. If they had, sorting would have to change just the same.” The good old sorting hat and his songs. Those hadn’t changed, so she imagined the basic idea behind the sorted students hadn’t as well. Or at least hadn’t changed much. She’d wondered about her Ravenclaws occasionally. And at least it seemed she didn’t have to worry about him misinterpreting anything, not that the thought was really related to worry over Ravenclaws. The look on his face after her teasing comment regarding allowances for being cryptic simply distracted those thoughts, and she grinned. Odds were it wasn’t generosity behind it all, but the idea was entertaining. She was too good at being cryptic to adhere to rules about it, and she knew by now he was the same way. Trying to reign her in would be hypocrisy.
Glancing at him again as they fell into another bout of silence, a half-smile crept onto her face as she sensed he was honestly thinking about pet dragons. And the possibilities, but the smile grew more at the switch to saving the creature from the students. That was so true. She’d already had at least one moment of worry over Anastasia, when it came to notice from students. Bowie, less so, but then the crup was too energetic to worry about student handling. That was definitely more of a ‘worry about the students’ situation, not the other way around. His words, not to mention the spectacularly failed attempt at an injured look, only brought another laugh forward, however. “No, I don’t. But at least you can’t say you haven’t been warned,” she responded, trailing off as his attention shifted to a plaque. Craning her neck, inadvertently loosening another coil of hair from her haphazard feather pinning, she tried to peer at it herself, over his shoulder, curiosity mounting, but resigned herself to having to look later as he turned back to her. She could ask again, but she knew by now it would just lead to another diversion. And they already had one, in her comment about snacks.
She regarded him for a moment as he actually reacted to the revelation, then gave him another half-smile. “If it makes you feel any better, the distraction of this room postponed it before you could have,” she replied. So true, and in a way his arrival had merely provided more of a distraction. She hardly felt the need for sustenance anymore, but knew it was still necessary, and she gave him a slight shrug at the offer. “We could. If you like,” she said vaguely, before a mischievous grin broke out on her face again. “Professor Descoteaux, would you like to join me in a snack raid?” The facetiousness of the question was highly apparent, even as the intent was less so. She had thought about asking if he wanted to join her, after all. Before the ironic distraction of his appearance when she’d least expected.
They could disprove any rumours later, if any even surfaced. Even the students had to realize their professors needed to eat, so there was nothing behind this excursion. Part of her even thought the rumours could be oddly fascinating, as long as they didn’t help further the reputation she already had with one student. She imagined Jared had the same thoughts, regarding his own little conspiracy theorist.
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