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Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Diamond Marchbanks Gryffindor Sixth Year Ministry Department Head:
Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head:
Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor:
Zachaël Lufkin Owl Post
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Originally Posted by Sonea Sonea stood up when she had been called inside the office but stopped when she suddenly had a idea and opened her school bag she had with her and looked inside. She was had asked her maid at home to use a spell on het schoolbag so that she could put everything in it, she had asked the maid to do this after she had read in a history book about the girl, Hermione Granger who had done the same thing to her bag and had carried all the stuff they needed in one little handbag. And because she now had a bag where she could put everything in she had carried her vacuum cleaner with her. She smiled and tapped with her wand on the vacuum cleaner and spoke the spell calmly, “Vavavus” and she cleaned quickly a little dirt she saw. When she was done she opened her bag again and put the vacuum cleaner back inside.
Satisfied with her actions the little girl walked over to the teacher and smiled at the professor. “Hello professor, Thank you for inviting me” Sonea entered the office and saw that she was not the only one inside the office. Putting his bookmark back in his book, Airey returned it to the shelf when he heard the sound of a vacuum cleaner in his office and spun around on spot. There was...DUST IN HIS OFFICE?! He had just cleaned it earlier that day and....oh he was sure Calista and her habitat had something to do with it.
Or Medea.
"You are quite welcome, Miss Duvessa. What can I do for you?" She sure didn't seem to need help with the charm from the lesson. Quote:
Originally Posted by Bazinga Minerva heard Professor Flamsteed call her in, but her feet weren't moving. She stood there looking at the door. Not sure if she could force herself through the door. What if he told her how bad she was in the class, what if he thought she was a poor student all together. Frowning she still just looked at the door.
Finally moving her hand since her feet weren't going to go, she opened the door and forced her feet to move. Peaking in without going fully in she saw him at his desk, "Hello Professor, yo..you wanted to see me?" She wasn't sure why she was so nervous, she hated feeling nervous around a professor, but then again she never walked into an office with the feeling she was about to get into trouble. Stop pacing man. Just stop.
He somehow did and then made his way towards his desk as the door opened and the Hufflepuff walked in. One thing at a time. First some tea. Tea always made things seem better. Warm and comforting and all. "I did, Miss Wheatborn. Thank you for coming. Please, have a seat," he said while gesturing towards one of the chairs in front of his desk. He then set and cup in front of her along with his box of teas and cocoas. "I just got some raspberry hot cocoa in if it suits your fancy." Or anything else she might want.
He himself was going to have a cup of Irish Breakfast tea with some milk.
"So, how are things, Miss Wheatborn? I noticed you seemed more....distracted than usual in my lesson." That was a nice was of putting it, right? Bette than all out mentioning the whole 'hey, I noticed you failed your OWL in my subject' at least.
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