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Before he could swat away the kitten off of his head, Professor Bellaire decided to join them for the Start of Term Feast. Well, this was a first for the fourth year, because he doesn’t remember Healer Til—Murdoch joining them last term. It was a bit weird though, because the Headmistress haven’t delivered her speech for the night, and the Transfiguration professor decided to sit with them early on. It was a good thing though, because he was sure that NO ONE, not even nutso Agatha would be insane enough to start smashing metal plates against human heads in front of Bellaire. “Good evening, Professor. I trust you had a good summer?” Ethan grinned, COMPLETELY ignoring Hapgood, who by the way, he saw LIMPING. Interesting, and funny, but he was in no mood whatsoever to ask. He’d go make fun of her when the time is right. Muehehehe!
Well well well, Mr. Mourdant was most certainly stepping into his prefect role with no problem. Not that she would have expected him to have any issues with that. He seemed the type to have that underlying layer of bossy. Why not refine it with a prefect badge?
Politeness. Professor Bellaire approved of this. "Hey Professor".."Sup Professor" just did not sit well with the woman.
"Good evening to you too Mr. Mourdant. My summer was good. I trust yours was also." He was alive, well and bossy." So that obviously meant his summer was good.
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"I have to be brave for a bit. You go back for now." He could tell Kyroh and Maddie that she wasn't coming, either.
Dot put her hands on the bench and poked her head out, but she quickly disappeared back beneath the table and gave Dima a look. "There's a queen out there. We have our own queen?"
Sophia's eyes ventured to the little mouse thing under the table. Why did they have a student under the table? Her eyes flashed to Ethan, then back to the child who her eyes met with when she looked at her.
Yes those raised eyebrows and this face was saying, up from under the table little one..sit tall, sit with pride!
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As for a queen... huh? He peeked out to see, then popped right back under the table. "That's Professor Bellaire. Dunno if she's a queen, but she'll definitely like you if you treat her like one!" He'd have to tell Dot about her class etiquette as well, because getting on the Transfiguration lady's bad side was NOT ideal.
One of the hugger trio. She was not surprised that he was also under the table, but he was at least twelve years old now right? There was to be no fort under the table and no hiding under the table. This was his second year. He ought not to be intimidated by anything at Hogwarts anymore. Unless he was keeping the little mouse company, instead of helping her to assimilate. He got eyes as well.
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And there was a Professor. Way to old to be a student, so Professor it was. Dante just looked at her curiously wondering what she taught and would he have to take her class this year.
Whenever a student looked at her, Professor Bellaire DID NOT break eye contact and if they couldn't hold her gaze and acknowledge her then they were weak. And if they were maybe they'd need to send the sorting hat to a hatter to get it sorted. Merlin knew that thing needed servicing.
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There was also Professor Bellaire. As usual, Beverly felt great respect for the woman. A sort of admiration toward her attitude. "Thank you, Professor Bellaire." Polite nod, always polite. "I hope you had a great summer." Because she certainly had.
Sophia watched as the new prefect walked along the Slytherin table looking assertive. Well certainly that was the way to do it. You earn the respect, you made sure people say something to respect, and one did not get that by acting like a loon.
"I did, I trust you did as well." There was a hint of a smile. "
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Hey Ju See, professor Bellaire liked Agatha and that was simply amazing. The strict, awesome teacher liked Agatha, mwahahahaha, she loved this. One of the many reasons why the woman was her favourite professor. And she cared about Agatha's family too, see! SEE??? Did everyone HEAR her question? She was asking about her UNCLE. Yes, they were in friendly terms, alright. Family friends and all. With a professor. Agatha was THIS cool, hah.
"Uncle Orsy is fine, thank you for asking, professor." The ballerina answered with a polite smile. "Actually, he just sold my grandparents' coffee farm to some magical creature sanctuary group." Or... something. "He's moving to London to find a job there!" Good, huh?? Her uncle was coming back to the UK for good! That would've made Agatha happier if she didn't spend the entire year at Hogwarts. "I bet he'll find a good job really fast, because he's really good at... working." And things in general. Her uncle was also amazing, like professor Bellaire. See the pattern here? Agatha was surrounded by brilliant adults, which meant she was brilliant herself.
Sophia listened intently. She was mostly curious about how Orsino was doing, given that she had kind of grown fond of the oversize man. Too bad he had to leave so soon.
"Well I'm sure selling the farm was for the best. Send my best wishes to him and tell him to keep in touch. Okay?"
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Grayson rolled his eyes at Agatha's blatant sucking up before turning towards Bellaire too. "Hello Professor! Had a good summer?"
HOLD THE FREAKING PHONE.
"PREFECT? You're a PREFECT?! DUUUUUUDE!" FREAKING YEEEEES! HIGH FIVE, MAN. This was the BEST news he had received ALL day. "Congrats, mate! Can't think of anyone better to get that." And did this mean that he was going to be let off a little easier for any rule breaking? Not that he was planning anything but Whitty kinda needed to look out for himself and his friends, you know.
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hermionesclone "Good evening, Mr. Whitlock." And yes she had to stress on that because students this age just did not know how to properly express themselves. This was such a crude generation. She shook her head.
"And while you are at it Mr. Whitlock, just give me the definition of this 'dude' word you seem so excited to use." Quote:
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There was another way she could prove it as well, and maybe make sure that the really important people were on her side. She had heard the prefect’s whisper toward the other two firsties, after all, and neither of them seemed like they were going to listen to the advice. Proving herself to professors was always important, even if she’d rather not put in the work. Getting her name known was important, and she wasn’t about to risk a bad reputation. Therefore, shifting her kitten onto the bench where she’d been sitting, to save her seat, she had gotten up and approached the professor at her seat. “Thank you Professor Bellaire,” she said, giving her a little curtsy. She wasn’t getting a thank you for the welcome from all the way over where she’d been sitting, like the boy had gotten.
THIS! Faith restored in the generation. A polite student! She was a gem, a diamond in the rough, a beacon of light, hope for her generation! The girl received a genuine smile from the professor as well as a nod of her head.
"You are most welcome."