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Tazenhani · 05-22-2015, 05:17 AM

SPOILER!!: Lolol. Now just to find a way to make it happen XD

Sabel had to admit, he'd give that same look if a Professor had asked him for help back in his Hogwarts days. But, as he often reminded himself, this wasn't him and he wasn't them. Different people, different times, different circumstances. And this...this seemed to be helping. At least, that's what it appeared like.

The boy was still nervous as all get out.

Letting out a breath, Sabel shook his head slightly and accepted the offer of a seat. "No need to be so stiff around me." He took up a spot on the grass across from the boy and his personal daisy garden, glancing between the two. "I'm not going to hex your nose off if you say the wrong thing."

....Perhaps that was the wrong thing to say to a nervous kid? Ah well. It was a good illustration as to what spells he was used to. A stark contrast. Loosing noses and creating flowers. Hn. Him and words, a thing to work on. Moving on quickly!

"She, Emma, likes flowers very much. Well, anything that is living, really." He couldn't help the proud smile that touched his lips as he considered the daisy chain from the corner of his eyes. "Do you have siblings?"

05-22-2015, 05:17 AM	#65 (permalink)
Tazenhani DMLE & DoM Doxy Join Date: Oct 2009 Posts: 6,150 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amur Neverwinter Fourth Year	~ Rise and Rise Again, Until Lambs become Lions ~ SPOILER!!: Lolol. Now just to find a way to make it happen XD Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir Looking back up at the professor, Toby blinked. He was... confused. He'd spent the time since the patronus lesson under the impression that Professor Dakest, well... hated him. Or maybe not hate, but definitely didn't hold him in high regard. Which made Toby super sad, and he wanted to prove that even though he ~~wouldn't~~ couldn't do a patronus and sort of only got his DADA OWL grade by accident rather than any belief in what he was doing, that he could be just as good a person as those kids who'd put in all the effort in that one lesson. But... this looked sort of like a chance to do that. In fact, this was the perfect opportunity for Toby to show that he could and would help someone, anyone, no matter what, whatever they needed. Because he didn't think Dakest believed that of him, and it had become very important that he did. All those thoughts took a matter of seconds to race through Toby's head, before he nodded. "Sure. I can help," he replied, his tone pleasant but almost stilted as he continued absentmindedly threading daisies into a chain, barely glancing at what he was doing. "If you really want. I don't mind. I mean, I'm willing. I mean... I'd like to, yeah." After that very unnecessarily long-winded 'yes', Toby turned his attention back to his daisy chain and set it carefully to one side. He knew spells that could preserve flowers, and he was gonna make good use of those later. Once again, the Hufflepuff looked at Dakest, who... had a daughter? "She likes flowers too?" He paused, then added, "You can sit down if you want. If you like, I mean. Not that I'm telling you to or anything, I just-" Luckily, a butterfly chose that moment to land on Toby's knee, and the boy was suitably distracted from rambling on even more. Instead he nudged the pretty creature onto his finger and hold it up to eye level to see it better and say hello. Mid-sentence, just like that. Sabel had to admit, he'd give that same look if a Professor had asked him for help back in his Hogwarts days. But, as he often reminded himself, this wasn't him and he wasn't them. Different people, different times, different circumstances. And this...this seemed to be helping. At least, that's what it appeared like. The boy was still nervous as all get out. Letting out a breath, Sabel shook his head slightly and accepted the offer of a seat. "No need to be so stiff around me." He took up a spot on the grass across from the boy and his personal daisy garden, glancing between the two. "I'm not going to hex your nose off if you say the wrong thing." ....Perhaps that was the wrong thing to say to a nervous kid? Ah well. It was a good illustration as to what spells he was used to. A stark contrast. Loosing noses and creating flowers. Hn. Him and words, a thing to work on. Moving on quickly! "She, Emma, likes flowers very much. Well, anything that is living, really." He couldn't help the proud smile that touched his lips as he considered the daisy chain from the corner of his eyes. "Do you have siblings?" __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.