Text Cut: Agatha and the mysterious poem

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Originally Posted by Hey Ju

Agatha pondered whether it would be really a good idea to give her fellow Slytherin a basket of fruit or some chocolate. He didn't seem like the type that would be bribed with fuits or chocolate. Although she did like the idea of bribing him. That could be... useful. She would only have to find something that would work.

Wasn't this professor gullible? Agatha half-smiled, half-smirked when he answered her question with a somple 'nothing'. She understood perfectly where the old man's point.

Who would've thought..... Cutty Mordaunt.

Mwahahahahaha.

"Thank you." The ballerina politely took the parchment from his hand but remained seated. "What are the exact words of the poem, sir?" She asked blinking innocently at him. He hadn't told her and yes, Agatha Hapgood was going to push it.

Well. This girl was a stubborn little kid if he ever saw one. Botros smiled, "I do not wish to share the exact translation, my dear, for it is inappropriate for a student and a professor to have this kind of conversation." Not to mention that he, as deputy headmaster, was dreaming of a more innocent and purer atmosphere for the kids in this school. "Better focus on that fruit basket and your studies." He gave her a wide grin.

Text Cut: Alexa and the woes of a Gryffindor

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

Just LOOK at him, hobbling back to his desk with no sense of urgency. You could swear that old disease was still going around...only...he was old so this was probably him 90% of the time. Sad life it was when you realized something like that and the Gryffindor impatiently tapped her fingers on his desk as she waited. If she didn't know any better, she'd think he was doing it on purpose.

Oh? An invitation to sit right there with him and pour out all the worries of her poor, fragile soul?--Yes, dramatic, but it'd been MONTHS since she'd seen her wand and bag OKAY????

Lex hopped up from her seat and pulled it along the floor in such a way that it made an obnoxious noise all the way around the table til it rested right next to Professor Botros. At this point she flopped into it once more and gave a solid shake of her head. "No tea Sir, I've never really been a fan of the stuff." And that wouldn't be changing any time soon. Besides, she had some serious matters to discuss here.

"Professor, have you ever loved something so much you'd out someone for it?" A good question to start so they could be on the same page and he could understand how thoroughly annoyed she was at him keeping it a secret so long.

She... she... she wasn't a fan of the 'stuff'? Botros relaxed in his chair like a kicked puppy. Who called tea 'stuff'? And who was not a fan of the stuff? He felt betrayed somehow, especially that Cambridge was one of his favorite students within these walls. How sad.

But she seemed to be acting weird today. Not a Mistress-of-all-evil weird, but it was as if she was not herself in a different way. Botros couldn't quite figure it out yet. He folded his hands on his belly and listened to her, "Of course. We all have our precious things, or people, in this world that we'd do anything to protect." Or get if they weren't within reach yet. "What makes you think about this?" Hmm? Was she trying to get something but kept failing at it?