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Originally Posted by Oesed  "Lady Rosamund is of course right, though employing that tone was not." He gave her a look. "Now that we are discussing the physical appearance of Sphinxes, however, I want you to look at Rosamund, at Rosamund's face, to be more precise, and try to imagine her as a human." Lachlan paused again, and sent Rosie what he hoped was an apologetic look. "After you do that, after you successfully picture her as a human, give me an estimate of how old exactly you'd think she is." Almost wryly, he smiled. "You should probably take her behaviour into consideration, too."
Suddenly, he remembered the blackboard and all the notes he'd appointed there. "Make sure you scribble down those characteristics if you don't have them already." They would be in the final. Maybe. Possibly.
Probably not.
Sierra just casually stared at the sphinx as it chatted away. It was times like this when you could tell the Purebloods from the Half-bloods from the Muggleborns. Since Sierra had been raised in a household full of Purebloods, she wasn't exact phased when it came to the talking animal. She hadn't had many experiences with sphinxes, if any at all, but she at least had an idea of what to expect when she saw them.
With a glance up at the board, she copied down the characteristics of a sphinx anyway. You know, just in case she had to turn them in or something.
When she looked back up, she was studying the sphinx before her, trying to picture it as a human. Okay, so it looked like a human alright, only--it looked like a very hairy human. That characteristic totally threw things off for Sierra when it came to trying to picture the creature as an actual human. With her hand up in the air, she added her input. "Fifteen," she stated. " She's not too mature yet, but she's not too immature either."
...and just as she said that, the lesson was moving on. Merlin! She scribbled down a few more pieces of information before looking back up again. Text Cut: Oesed Quote:
Originally Posted by Oesed Rosamund forgot all her decor and elegance as soon as one of the humans began to inch closer and closer. Startled, the Sphinx retreated so quickly that before she knew anything, she was hiding behind the Care of Magical Professor.
Cautiously, she peered at the girl.
Feeling more safe now, she glared and may have possibly done some minor growling.
"Lola Jones," Lachlan called, his tone sharp. Catching himself, MacFusty continued, this time calmly, "If you take one step closer to Lady Rosamund, I will take so many points from your house that regardless of how much homework you and your house mates do, you will still be on the negatives by the time the End-of-Term feast comes." Pausing, he raised both of his eyebrows to the Slytherin girl, "Now take several steps back and return your seat. And don't ever do that again."
Professor MacFusty allowed Lola Jones to follow instructions and get back to her seat, before directing himself to the entire class. "Anyone cares to explain Miss Jones why is approaching a Sphinx abruptly so ill-advised? The first person who tells me and clearly explains why will earn two points."
Surely someone would pipe up and do it? Seeing how all the houses seemed to be swimming on a pool of negatives, Lachlan didn't think they'd miss the chance. Noticing that Rosie was still behind him, Lachlan gave her a small sympathetic smile over his shoulder and said, "Now, most of you have the right idea. Some of you think she's your age," Which in this case was thirteen, fourteen, sixteen and even seventeen, "While others claim she's old enough that if she were a human, she could be your great, great grandmother." Pausing, he paced a little bit around the same spot, with Rosamund right behind him. Lachlan had the feeling she wouldn't be detaching herself from him anytime soon. "Those of you who said Rosamund was a teenager, were right." He raised a hand, however, as if to stop anyone from saying anything just yet. "But I can see why you'd think so."
Now, that sounded a little bit tricky. "How do I put it?" Without comparing Sphinxes to dogs and offending Rosamund in the process? "You see, while Rosamund appears and may sometimes behave like a human teenager of around thirteen and fifteen years old," And Lachlan was certain the sound coming from behind him was a half-hearted grunt, "Lady Rosie, in fact, only turned three years old last month." He let them process this for a moment, and added. "Now, what does that tell you?" And were they taking notes? "Keep in mind that Sphinxes can live up to two hundred years, without looking their actual age."
Sierra rolled her eyes. Of course Kurumi Hollingberry had been the first to answer. Just once she'd love to see the girl fail, to raise her hand and spout out the complete opposite of what the answer was meant to be. It would just make her entire school year. Just once! That's all it would take! "She's three!?" Sierra questioned, looking at the sphinx as if it'd just grown three heads and nine extra arms. As she said this, her hand slooooowly snaked its way into the air. ...and what does that tell us!? "...that she's going to be really, really smart by the time she reaches her two hundredth birthday." Really moody, too.
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