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Angie · 05-14-2011, 07:56 PM

Each and everyone of the students who arrived received nods and small smiles from Professor MacFusty as he pinned the parchments with their names to their robes, while Rosamund spent her time ignoring the newly arrived students. It was better that way for now, MacFusty thought; Rosamund was very close to throwing a fit just like the one she'd thrown earlier when he announced the reason why she'd come from so far away, and it had taken him almost two hours to calm her down.

It had almost cost him a finger, too, but that was neither here nor there. "For those who asked, I am perfectly well, thank you." And he could seen that most of them were, too, if not a tad shaken by Rosie's presence. "Now, I'd like to---" But the rest of his sentence was lost by a loud yell that quickly reminded him of France, and as a result, Beauxbatons.

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Originally Posted by Waterloo

"OHMIGOSH SO PRETTY!"

Knox positively BEAMED as he hurried up to the class and laid eyes on the sphinx. YES, a sphinx!!! It was only then, the fifth year spotted the note about yelling.. and he quickly covered his mouth with a hand. Oopsy daisy.

When he'd calmed a little, Knox removed his hand and instead wriggled his fingers in the direction of the creature. He wanted to touch the pretty. EEEEEE!

Feeling impatient and restless and AAAAAAAAAH EXCITED, the Slytherin found a seat and hurriedly wrote his name on some parchment. When were they going to get to the petting part!?

"Knox Macnair." Lachlan said, his tone very nearly flat. He did manage to sound somewhat polite, though, as he regarded his old student with a stern look.

Never following instructions. Always the excitable one.

How had he gotten sorted into Slytherin? "Control yourself, Mister MacNair, please." That wasn't really a suggestion. MacFusty opened his mouth to continue, but was, once again, interrupted. This time by Rosie.

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Originally Posted by HaRoHeGiNeLu

BEAM.

"It's VERY, very, VERY nice to meet you," Mr. Saylen replacer. He had no idea. Treyen must be thrilled, yeah? Did the boy even know yet?

Actually, he probably did, it always seemed like Ellie was the last to find out about staff changes. She should probably pay more attention to the Staff table at the opening feast.

She beamed at the Professor some more. "Oh and 'm Ellie." Not 'Miss'. Not 'Miss Stone'. And NOT 'Eliana'. Ellie'll do.

Turning her attention back to the Sphinx...that SPOKE to her (a cause for more goggling), she said, "I am..." The motto, she wasn't too sure about. "Do you think so?"

Ellie valued many things other than 'wit'. What exactly did 'wit' imply, anyway?

Rosamund, who'd quit ignoring the humans and gone back to cooly regarded each and every one of them, raised one of her eyebrows at the little red-head. "I do, but I can see that you do not." She wagged her tail, and her mouth twitched at the corners at the boy MacFurry had referred to... as.... what was it again?

Unimportant. "Should we agree to disagree, perhaps? Or shall we continue to talk until we find a point in which we agree, at last?"

Lady Rosie tried to hide her own pleasure of having made that comment rhyme. She tried. She really did.

She failed at it, too.

"No, you will not," Lachlan said firmly, but with a small smile for both Rosie and Ellie. He had, after all, a class to continue and did not need for Rosamund to go on tangents, in which everything rhymed, but nothing made much sense.

It'd already happened, before the students arrived. "As I was saying." He cleared his throat. "I'm Lachlan MacFusty, your new Care of Magical Creatures Professor." Obviously. "And I want you all to tell me what you expect from this subject this year, and what are your thoughts about the word Respect."

05-14-2011, 07:56 PM	#36 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,610 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! Each and everyone of the students who arrived received nods and small smiles from Professor MacFusty as he pinned the parchments with their names to their robes, while Rosamund spent her time ignoring the newly arrived students. It was better that way for now, MacFusty thought; Rosamund was very close to throwing a fit just like the one she'd thrown earlier when he announced the reason why she'd come from so far away, and it had taken him almost two hours to calm her down. It had almost cost him a finger, too, but that was neither here nor there. "For those who asked, I am perfectly well, thank you." And he could seen that most of them were, too, if not a tad shaken by Rosie's presence. "Now, I'd like to---" But the rest of his sentence was lost by a loud yell that quickly reminded him of France, and as a result, Beauxbatons. Quote: Originally Posted by Waterloo "OHMIGOSH SO PRETTY!" Knox positively BEAMED as he hurried up to the class and laid eyes on the sphinx. YES, a sphinx!!! It was only then, the fifth year spotted the note about yelling.. and he quickly covered his mouth with a hand. Oopsy daisy. When he'd calmed a little, Knox removed his hand and instead wriggled his fingers in the direction of the creature. He wanted to touch the pretty. EEEEEE! Feeling impatient and restless and AAAAAAAAAH EXCITED, the Slytherin found a seat and hurriedly wrote his name on some parchment. When were they going to get to the petting part!? "Knox Macnair." Lachlan said, his tone very nearly flat. He did manage to sound somewhat polite, though, as he regarded his old student with a stern look. Never following instructions. Always the excitable one. How had he gotten sorted into Slytherin? "Control yourself, Mister MacNair, please." That wasn't really a suggestion. MacFusty opened his mouth to continue, but was, once again, interrupted. This time by Rosie. Quote: Originally Posted by HaRoHeGiNeLu BEAM. "It's VERY, very, VERY nice to meet you," Mr. Saylen replacer. He had no idea. Treyen must be thrilled, yeah? Did the boy even know yet? Actually, he probably did, it always seemed like Ellie was the last to find out about staff changes. She should probably pay more attention to the Staff table at the opening feast. She beamed at the Professor some more. "Oh and 'm Ellie." Not 'Miss'. Not 'Miss Stone'. And NOT 'Eliana'. Ellie'll do. Turning her attention back to the Sphinx...that SPOKE to her (a cause for more goggling), she said, "I am..." The motto, she wasn't too sure about. "Do you think so?" Ellie valued many things other than 'wit'. What exactly did 'wit' imply, anyway? Rosamund, who'd quit ignoring the humans and gone back to cooly regarded each and every one of them, raised one of her eyebrows at the little red-head. "I do, but I can see that you do not." She wagged her tail, and her mouth twitched at the corners at the boy MacFurry had referred to... as.... what was it again? Unimportant. "Should we agree to disagree, perhaps? Or shall we continue to talk until we find a point in which we agree, at last?" Lady Rosie tried to hide her own pleasure of having made that comment rhyme. She tried. She really did. She failed at it, too. "No, you will not," Lachlan said firmly, but with a small smile for both Rosie and Ellie. He had, after all, a class to continue and did not need for Rosamund to go on tangents, in which everything rhymed, but nothing made much sense. It'd already happened, before the students arrived. "As I was saying." He cleared his throat. "I'm Lachlan MacFusty, your new Care of Magical Creatures Professor." Obviously. *"And I want you all to tell me what you expect from this subject this year, and what are your thoughts about the word Respect."* __________________