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Old 06-26-2014, 10:11 PM   #14 (permalink)
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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Phoenix Marchbanks
Ravenclaw
Fourth Year

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Wiley Whittebrook
Hufflepuff
Second Year

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Penelope sat down on the couch in front of the professor. It would have been very comfy if she wasn't so worried about talking to the professor.

The professor was talking to her. Something about self-expression, order, debates, and respect. That was fine, as long as she didn't have to say anything about what had happened in class. This was it. Penelope was being asked to tell the professor what she had been thinking and feeling in class. No. Her thoughts and feelings were private. There was no way she would ever tell anyone anything like that. Well, maybe she just didn't want to talk about it right now, but she still didn't want to tell the professor about it. Penelope didn't even know this professor. She was not going to tell anything about her private thoughts and feelings to anyone she didn't know. Looking at her hands, not at the professor, Penelope said quietly, "I...um..." No, she would not tell the professor anything, at least for now.
Nessa watched the young Ravenclaw carefully. Oh, she seemed so reluctant to talk. Perhaps she was nervous. She supposed she could understand why, maybe the girl thought she was in trouble, but it was more that she wanted to make sure she was okay and to make sure she understood proper classroom decorum. She had few rules in her class, thinking that too many would hinder self-expression, but the few that she had needed to be followed to make sure everyone was having a good time while they learned.

Still, she waited a few more minutes for her to speak, nodding a bit and encouraging her to go on when she started. But no more seemed to be coming. Okay.. A little more prompting perhaps? "Well, alright.." Nessa started out slowly. Perhaps if they started with something more basic.. "You seemed very upset in my class the other day. I just wanted to make sure everything was alright.. students don't often run from class.." At least not in her experience and she had been rather concerned as this was a first.


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The goal was not to interact with her. Not yet at least. Cutty thought it would be better if he put that off for later. After at least one more History of Magic lesson. He pulled out the card he'd made for Professor Glendower and took a good look at it. He found himself considering the ways in which it could work to convince the former WADA graduate that he was anything like a decent human being. He wasn't. But he wanted to convince her of this.

Quick and clean-like, Cutty approached the door to Professor Glendower's office and slipped the colourful little sheet under the door and scarpered off quick as.
"That rumbly in my tummy means it must be about dinner time, Ophelia," Nessa said brightly to her fwooper as she finished painting her toenails a shocking shade of bright pink. How awful it was that she couldn't really get out of the castle to get a mani-pedi anymore. But no matter, it was simple enough to do herself, she just missed the occasional pampering.

"I suppose you might be hungry as well?" she asked the bird as she hopped up from her couch and headed over to her perch, dangling a branch of berries next to her. "Alright, alright," she began in a teasingly scolding tone as Ophelia first nipped at the branch then at Nessa's fingers. "I know you want to sing.. I suppose it will be alright once I leave since no one is in here." She was just about to undo the silencing charm and head out when she noticed a movement at the door. "That's odd," she mused aloud before heading over as she hadn't heard a knock.

It wasn't like the note that had flown in when Seren sent out that memo, but this one was simply slipped under the door. She opened the door, but saw no one in the immediate vicinity, then bent down to pick up the card. The History of Magic professor gasped as brown eyes fell over the shapes and colors, the music notes, the sentiment.. "Oh Ophelia, look at this card," she cried out, taking it over to show the bird but keeping it out of nipping distance. "Why this is just the sweetest Valentine!" Oh she was so very touched that a student would think of her on this holiday and she kept looking at it, brown eyes scanning its details again. What a dear boy!
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