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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Phoenix Marchbanks
Ravenclaw Fourth Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Wiley Whittebrook
Hufflepuff Second Year
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|  different timelines Unforgivably Cursed | adultescent
SPOILER!!: Demelza Quote:
Originally Posted by Zoe  The bird's singing made Demelza sway where she stood. If the office had been set up like a dance studio and did not have all of the professor's valuables in it, she would have done a flawless ballet routine. She wondered where she could get her hands on her own bird like this. If they all sang like that, she would gladly become the owner of one. But ... why did the professor cast a silencing charm on it? It had such a pretty voice. Not as good as her own voice, of course. But a pretty voice nonetheless.
Before she could ask about it, Professor Glendower gestured for her to take a seat on her sofa. She was about to, still admiring the bird, when the woman popped out of nowhere and gave her a hug. Oh, hello. The Gryffindor hugged her back and started giggling excitedly. Clearly the professor remembered her!
After the hug ended, she sat down on the couch and made a pose out of habit. All the world was a stage, after all. When the professor started up the conversation, Demelza smiled. "I have been doing really great, actually. Not old and wrinkly like I was last term, thank goodness. Quite an interesting first term at Hogwarts, I have to say." She paused, nodding her head when tea was offered. "And it's my last year of here before taking my place in the acting world. I figured it would be terrible of me if I didn't visit while the two of us were in the same place again." Nessa sat back in her seat, simply beaming at Demelza. How wonderful to see the girl again! And such a promising performer! She had noticed her glancing at Ophelia earlier which made the History of Magic professor look in that direction as well. "Isn't she beautiful?" she said, smiling wistfully at the bird. "Such a shame that fwoopers need to be silenced. She really does have a lovely singing voice. Her name is Ophelia by the way." Nessa wished that she could take off the charm for a moment to allow her to say hello, but that would probably be frowned upon.
She jumped up from her seat and set about preparing a pot of tea, listening to the girl as she spoke. "Old and wrinkly?" Nessa questioned as she heated up the water with her wand and added the leaves. She had read about that aging epidemic thingamajig in the Daily Prophet, but she hadn't heard about any first-hand experiences. Professor Glendower brought the tray of tea cups, pot, and necessities over to the table in front of the couch and set it down. She poured some into her own cup and added a little cream, nodding to the girl to help herself.
"That does sound very interesting," she mused aloud as she supped on her tea, her mind wandering. "Such life experiences are invaluable for the serious actor to draw upon," she said, her hand dramatically clutching at her chest. "Oh, how it could help you grow as a performer," she turned her eyes back to Demelza as she gave her a big smile. "And you're back to your beautiful self." So, win-win!
Oh last year.. that did sound about right, she would figure the teen to be about a seventh year. "I am so pleased that you came to visit," she beamed. "Not much longer until graduation, really. Do you have anything lined up? What are your plans?" School, job, auditions? SPOILER!!: Penelope Quote:
Originally Posted by griffin It had been so cozy in the hammock. Everything had felt safe and warm. Penelope had forgotten about being scared in the hammock, but now she would have to speak to the professor. Walking into the office, she said, "You asked me to come see you. I suppose you want to talk about the events that happened in class." She had spoken to the professor. The first difficult part of the discussion was over. Now all she had to do was listen to what the professor said before she needed to speak again. Penelope was really nervous about what could happen. Her stomach felt like it was twisted in a knot. What was the professor going to say? Nessa headed back inside, following the young Ravenclaw as she entered the office as well. She turned to face Penelope and took her own seat, starting to gesture to the comfy couch in front of her. But before she could even open her mouth to offer, the girl piped up first. She smiled kindly and nodded. The young one must be eager to get this over with. Bless her heart! "Well, yes, but you are welcome to sit down."
She leaned back a bit in her chair and folded her hands, resting the on her crossed legs as she looked at the first year. "So, quite a bit happened during class, starting with a bit of an outburst. And, while I welcome many forms of self-expression, we do need to maintain some sense of order in certain situations." Such as when they were giving answers to questions she asked or specific times in the classroom. "Debates can be fun at times, but they need to be done respectfully, keeping everyone's viewpoint in mind as valid." But she was concerned with the girl, herself, as much as she had been concerned with the boy in class. Such tender little feelings they all had! "Why don't you tell me what you were thinking or feeling right then.."
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