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Shanners · 05-21-2015, 09:11 PM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Winston? That was a rather charming name, wasn't it? Pity it wasn't punny though. The professor appreciated the punny names. So perhaps the first year had disappointed him just a little there, but not enough for him to linger on the thought. Besides, being a first year, he had time to grow into that Ravenclaw wit the house was famous for.

"Unfortunately, I have not," he admitted. "But if you have any ideas for these meetings. I am all ears." He wasn't going to admit that he may have, kind of sort of, entirely forgotten about even entertaining the idea of holding something for all the pet rock adopters. Not with everything else that had been going on. But this young man seemed quite adamant on the idea, so of course he would try and deliver.

Looking at the spot where the house elf had been before she poofed away, he gave a small shrug. "If they think they are disturbing their masters...I suppose that is need for panic," he replied. He honestly did not know the inner workings of a house elf's psyche. He did not own one, nor did he plan on ever owning one, and his interactions with the ones living in Hogwarts castle were somewhat limited. "They mean well."

At least he thought they did. It was his impression at least.

"Just a pity all this accomplished was her putting off doing her job," he continued, inspecting another suit of armor. Best not put the house elf's sacrifice to waste, right? Heh.

"Just professor will do," he corrected with a dismissive wave of the hand. "No need for the sir." And that was stellar news that he was not allergic. He had to check to be sure so that no one else ended up in the hospital wing because of one of his shenanigans. He imagined Cecelia would not treat a patient too kindly if they were hurt because they were following his ridiculous - her words, not his - instructions. "You think you can fit in one of these here suits of armor?"

Oh.. Did he have any ideas? The first year mulled it over for a moment, his face screwed up in consideration and shook his head. "Nothing right now, Sir, but I'll think about it and get back to you? Where..where do I find your office?" Should he know that already? That was one thing that he hadn't added to his thorough notes of the school's layout -- the location of offices. He didn't understand why he hadn't, but it was probably because the whole school was overwhelming him with its being.

"Oh." Rooney almost felt guilty about the house elf leaving this spot in the middle of cleaning it up, and made a note in the back of his brain files to apologise later and offer to help out if they needed anything. Fair was fair, right?

"... Fit? Like..inside?" Was this going to become his tomb?

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Shanners DMAC & DMC Manticore Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: whoville Posts: 43,360 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mozart Bronwyn #ee6600 Gryffindor Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maebry Grimaldi #ff8d6d First Year x7 x5	∞ 17 \| RP entrepreneur \| defies gravity \| Miss George is flawless \| blanket burrito lyfe Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Winston? That was a rather charming name, wasn't it? Pity it wasn't punny though. The professor appreciated the punny names. So perhaps the first year had disappointed him just a little there, but not enough for him to linger on the thought. Besides, being a first year, he had time to grow into that Ravenclaw wit the house was famous for. "Unfortunately, I have not," he admitted. "But if you have any ideas for these meetings. I am all ears." He wasn't going to admit that he may have, kind of sort of, entirely forgotten about even entertaining the idea of holding something for all the pet rock adopters. Not with everything else that had been going on. But this young man seemed quite adamant on the idea, so of course he would try and deliver. Looking at the spot where the house elf had been before she poofed away, he gave a small shrug. "If they think they are disturbing their masters...I suppose that is need for panic," he replied. He honestly did not know the inner workings of a house elf's psyche. He did not own one, nor did he plan on ever owning one, and his interactions with the ones living in Hogwarts castle were somewhat limited. "They mean well." At least he thought they did. It was his impression at least. "Just a pity all this accomplished was her putting off doing her job," he continued, inspecting another suit of armor. Best not put the house elf's sacrifice to waste, right? Heh. "Just professor will do," he corrected with a dismissive wave of the hand. "No need for the sir." And that was stellar news that he was not allergic. He had to check to be sure so that no one else ended up in the hospital wing because of one of his shenanigans. He imagined Cecelia would not treat a patient too kindly if they were hurt because they were following his ridiculous - her words, not his - instructions. "You think you can fit in one of these here suits of armor?" Oh.. Did he have any ideas? The first year mulled it over for a moment, his face screwed up in consideration and shook his head. "Nothing right now, Sir, but I'll think about it and get back to you? Where..where do I find your office?" Should he know that already? That was one thing that he hadn't added to his thorough notes of the school's layout -- the location of offices. He didn't understand why he hadn't, but it was probably because the whole school was overwhelming him with its being. "Oh." Rooney almost felt guilty about the house elf leaving this spot in the middle of cleaning it up, and made a note in the back of his brain files to apologise later and offer to help out if they needed anything. Fair was fair, right? "... Fit? Like..inside?" Was this going to become his tomb? __________________ [Grimoire]__________________________________________________ ____________