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Tazenhani · 05-24-2015, 06:14 AM

SPOILER!!: Toby <3

Sabel nodded slowly, watching the minute changes in the boy's expression carefully. "That's some pretty good advice."

Putting the dandelion down between them, he retrieved his wand and cast the spell again. This time it was fire-weed that popped up. Just a few spigots, dotting among the dandelions. Folding his wand back on his lap, Sabel considered the flowers.

"What do you have to be sorry for?" He could hazard a guess, but he didn't care to. Guesses and assumptions could get one in trouble, and if Fuller-Thompson was willing to open up a bit, he might be able to provide a helping hand. Of course, that was only if he wanted help. Some students didn't. Some didn't think they needed any.

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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!!: Toby <3 Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir Toby could sense... something. He wasn't sure what it was, but he had a vague idea, and it had something to do with the feeling that Dakest was speaking in... well, speaking in riddles. His eyes flitted between the professor's face and the dandelion a few times, thinking hard, his frown of concentration changing to one of dawning realisation as he started drawing conclusions. "I..." He didn't have much of a clue of what to say in order to backtrack here. Wasn't really thinking of backtracking, in all honesty, just suddenly focused on a very uncomfortable but VERY familiar guilty feeling that had settled in the pit of his stomach. "I-I... I guess... Just, y'know... keep working at it. And putting in..." Toby went a little quieter as he picked a flower at random from the ones he had conjured. "... putting in the effort." He bit the inside of his lip, hard, and kept his eyes downcast, twirling the flower (this one vivid and red) between forefinger and thumb. "I'm sorry, Professor Dakest." He gave no further explanation, as he felt that the meaning was really quite obvious. *"I really am, I swear."* Sabel nodded slowly, watching the minute changes in the boy's expression carefully. "That's some pretty good advice." Putting the dandelion down between them, he retrieved his wand and cast the spell again. This time it was fire-weed that popped up. Just a few spigots, dotting among the dandelions. Folding his wand back on his lap, Sabel considered the flowers. "What do you have to be sorry for?" He could hazard a guess, but he didn't care to. Guesses and assumptions could get one in trouble, and if Fuller-Thompson was willing to open up a bit, he might be able to provide a helping hand. Of course, that was only if he wanted help. Some students didn't. Some didn't think they needed any. __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.