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ThePastelBookworm · 05-14-2011, 07:02 PM

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Originally Posted by Oesed

The first student to arrive seemed far too stunned by the mere sight of Rosie to even write her name on a parchment. Lachlan nodded as greeting, with a small smile, and said, "Indeed it is. And you are...?"

For the Sphinx whose name appeared to be Rosie, the student may as well not been there. She refused to acknowledge anyone who did not directly and truly acknowledged her first.

The fear was clear in the young Slytherin's face, but he seemed to be doing his best to hide it and at the same time, calm down. Lachlan instantly knew he liked the boy, and it had nothing to do with the fact that the student belong to MacFusty's former house. Not entirely, in any case.

Ahem. "Hi, there. And your name is...?"

Rosie remained silent, but may have done some sort of huffing sound, a sign of clear annoyance.

Cheeky humans. She did not like to be ignored.

Fishing out his wand, Professor MacFusty used it to pin the parchment with the girl's name and year to her robes. "Hello to you as well, Miss Jones. Miss Jones, who by the sign of , was already one of Rosie's favourites.

Rosie positiviely, preened, and may have flashed a small, albeit brilliant smile for the polite Slytherin girl.

"--The new professor, yes. It's nice to meet you, miss." Or at least he hoped. He also hoped she'd supply him her name, for at her shock of having spotted Rosie, the girl seemed to have forgotten to read the instructions.

Rosie wasn't pretty. She was glorious. She was majestic. She was beautiful enough to deserve an entire synonym of the word Beautiful to be created after her. To look at her was not enough--Staring was the right way to do it.

And yet, yet the girl had referred to her as Pretty. What was she? An Abraxan? A hippogriff?

But she took it anyway, not expecting humans to know any better, and gave the girl a stiff nod of her great head.

"A member of the house of Rowena Ravenclaw, are you not?" Wondered Rosie out loud, and speaking for the first time. Her voice was not the typical deep sort that was part of her ancestors; instead, it was almost musical. She sounded very young, too. "Wit beyond measure is a man's greatest treasure."

"Hello," Lachlan greeted kindly. "What's your name, miss?"

Lachlan once more employed his wand, and pinned the parchment to the girl's robes. Just like he'd done with Lola Jones. "Miss McGonagall."

All this curtsying kept giving Rosie the idea that the students thought of her not unlike the way they thought of a Hippogriff.

How insulting. She didn't HAVE WINGS!!!

The parchment was pinned to the girl's robes after a flick of MacFusty's wand, and he gave the girl a small nod of his head, accompanied with a smile.

Pointedly, he ignored Rosie's grunt yet again. "Hello, Miss Adler."

An obviously shocked Ravenclaw arrived and Lachlan tucked his tongue behind a molar to prevent a small chuckle from erupting. Distractedly, he scratched one of his cheeks and nodded at the boy. "Hey, there. The 'Wow' that came out of the boy was enough to make Rosie bristle and to procure a small out of MacFusty. "I promise she doesn't bite. Don't be afraid."

Rosie would have liked to remind the MacFurry fellow that she could indeed bite, but refrained and instead busied herself by staring at her paws with a disgruntled expression.

The parchment was pinned to the girl's robes after a lazy flick of Lachlan's wand, and it was followed by a nod directed at her. He didn't fail to notice, though, that most of the students so far were quite young.

Now, he could only hope Rosie would notice the same and acted accordingly.

Lachlan didn't have to look at Rosie to know that the sphinx had quietly grown outraged. [b]"She's actually not mine," Lachlan said, not unkindly, "You can say that Lady Rosamund and I are friends." Though Rosamund would beg to differ.

Lady Rosamund VII was one hundred percent outraged.

TAMED.

She did not even look up from her paws, and simply remained still as she stewed in silent anger.

The older Slytherin did not seem to be scared by Rosie, and Lachlan had the faintest idea that perhaps it would take a lot for the girl to grow afraid--or impressed, for that matter.

"Miss Flores," He greeted her, after pinning her name to her robes.

"Hello there, Mister Heartnett." He nodded towards the young boy, and with the corner of his eye watched as Rosie's tail began to wag yet again.

Hello, Miss Malfoy and Miss...?" The other one hadn't written down her name.

Looking around the class, he checked his watch, checked to see if Rosie wasn't violently trying to fight the charms placed on her (she wasn't, surprisingly), and then added. "We will wait a few more minutes before commencing." To give others time to arrive, and all that.

Hello Professor how are you todayshe said with a smile.I'm Going to ask if we need our books today.

05-14-2011, 07:02 PM	#18 (permalink)
ThePastelBookworm Formerly: gothicravenclaw DMC Chizpurfle Join Date: Jul 2010 Location: OH,US Posts: 10,807 Hogwarts RPG Name: Roselynne Galloway Fifth Year	Quote: Originally Posted by Oesed The first student to arrive seemed far too stunned by the mere sight of Rosie to even write her name on a parchment. Lachlan nodded as greeting, with a small smile, and said, "Indeed it is. And you are...?" For the Sphinx whose name appeared to be Rosie, the student may as well not been there. She refused to acknowledge anyone who did not directly and truly acknowledged her first. The fear was clear in the young Slytherin's face, but he seemed to be doing his best to hide it and at the same time, calm down. Lachlan instantly knew he liked the boy, and it had nothing to do with the fact that the student belong to MacFusty's former house. Not entirely, in any case. Ahem. "Hi, there. And your name is...?" Rosie remained silent, but may have done some sort of huffing sound, a sign of clear annoyance. Cheeky humans. She did not like to be ignored. Fishing out his wand, Professor MacFusty used it to pin the parchment with the girl's name and year to her robes. "Hello to you as well, Miss Jones. Miss Jones, who by the sign of , was already one of Rosie's favourites. Rosie positiviely, preened, and may have flashed a small, albeit brilliant smile for the polite Slytherin girl. "--The new professor, yes. It's nice to meet you, miss." Or at least he hoped. He also hoped she'd supply him her name, for at her shock of having spotted Rosie, the girl seemed to have forgotten to read the instructions. Rosie wasn't pretty. She was glorious. She was majestic. She was beautiful enough to deserve an entire synonym of the word Beautiful to be created after her. To look at her was not enough--Staring was the right way to do it. And yet, yet the girl had referred to her as Pretty. What was she? An Abraxan? A hippogriff? But she took it anyway, not expecting humans to know any better, and gave the girl a stiff nod of her great head. "A member of the house of Rowena Ravenclaw, are you not?" Wondered Rosie out loud, and speaking for the first time. Her voice was not the typical deep sort that was part of her ancestors; instead, it was almost musical. She sounded very young, too. "Wit beyond measure is a man's greatest treasure." "Hello," Lachlan greeted kindly. "What's your name, miss?" Lachlan once more employed his wand, and pinned the parchment to the girl's robes. Just like he'd done with Lola Jones. "Miss McGonagall." All this curtsying kept giving Rosie the idea that the students thought of her not unlike the way they thought of a Hippogriff. How insulting. She didn't HAVE WINGS!!! The parchment was pinned to the girl's robes after a flick of MacFusty's wand, and he gave the girl a small nod of his head, accompanied with a smile. Pointedly, he ignored Rosie's grunt yet again. "Hello, Miss Adler." An obviously shocked Ravenclaw arrived and Lachlan tucked his tongue behind a molar to prevent a small chuckle from erupting. Distractedly, he scratched one of his cheeks and nodded at the boy. "Hey, there. The 'Wow' that came out of the boy was enough to make Rosie bristle and to procure a small out of MacFusty. "I promise she doesn't bite. Don't be afraid." Rosie would have liked to remind the MacFurry fellow that she could indeed bite, but refrained and instead busied herself by staring at her paws with a disgruntled expression. The parchment was pinned to the girl's robes after a lazy flick of Lachlan's wand, and it was followed by a nod directed at her. He didn't fail to notice, though, that most of the students so far were quite young. Now, he could only hope Rosie would notice the same and acted accordingly. Lachlan didn't have to look at Rosie to know that the sphinx had quietly grown outraged. [b]"She's actually not mine," Lachlan said, not unkindly, "You can say that Lady Rosamund and I are friends." Though Rosamund would beg to differ. Lady Rosamund VII was one hundred percent outraged. *TAMED.* She did not even look up from her paws, and simply remained still as she stewed in silent anger. The older Slytherin did not seem to be scared by Rosie, and Lachlan had the faintest idea that perhaps it would take a lot for the girl to grow afraid--or impressed, for that matter. "Miss Flores," He greeted her, after pinning her name to her robes. "Hello there, Mister Heartnett." He nodded towards the young boy, and with the corner of his eye watched as Rosie's tail began to wag yet again. Hello, Miss Malfoy and Miss...?" The other one hadn't written down her name. Looking around the class, he checked his watch, checked to see if Rosie wasn't violently trying to fight the charms placed on her (she wasn't, surprisingly), and then added. "We will wait a few more minutes before commencing." To give others time to arrive, and all that. Hello Professor how are you todayshe said with a smile.I'm Going to ask if we need our books today. __________________