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Sararara · 06-08-2015, 11:00 PM

SPOILER!!: Professor <3

Norah continued her squinting as Professor Culloden SUSPICIOUSLY covered his mouth. What was he doing behind that hand, hmmm? Was he going to laugh? 'Cause that wasn't allowed. She squinted harder, hoping her detective skills would kick in and give her x-ray vision or something, except they didn't. Lame.

She took a moment to inspect the bottoms of her purple trainers to make sure they were all clean, before putting them on the chair as she hugged her knees to her chest. Didja see that? That was politeness too, kinda. Aw yeah. "I don't know." Wasn't he supposed to know everything? "Does concentration make you good at stuff? I haven't got any talents, Professor. This is serious business. Is concentration a talent?" If it was then she DEFINITELY didn't have that one. Actually, that wasn't really true. She could concentrate on stuff like the weather outside or the way the light did glittery stuff when it bounced off of her sparkles, or if peoples' noses wiggled when she laughed, but nobody ever seemed to count that on concentration. That wasn't very fair, y'know. Somebody needed to change the rules about concentration 'cause the fourth year liked her kind much better. "Maybe a potion that will make me really smart and then I can have school kinds of talents." WAIT NO. EVEN BETTER. "OOOOR a potion that made me really good at dancing without even falling over. Or tree climbing, so I could be a professional one of those. Are there awards for climbing trees?" There really should be, if there wasn't already. She could invent that. "Oooh! Or a potion that'll make me really funny or one that will make me the fastest runner ever, or one that will make me read really fast, or one that that will mean i can talk to animals!" THOSE were real talents. She needed some of those. "Or maybe all of those."

Norah looked down at her sparkly shoelaces, fiddling with the candy she was still holding. When she looked up again, her nose was scrunched up in the kind of way she scrunched it up when she fell down and needed to make sure nobody thought it really hurt a lot even though it did. Tough fourteen year old, remember? GRRRR. "I'm just bad at everything." Okay maybe being tough was another thing she was bad at.

06-08-2015, 11:00 PM	#14 (permalink)
Sararara MO Puffskein Join Date: Jan 2014 Location: Asteroid B-612 Posts: 1,440 Hogwarts RPG Name: Norah Kittredge Seventh Year	Lil' gooz \| Sarangel \| Junior Dweeb SPOILER!!: Professor <3 Quote: Originally Posted by StarShine Was... Norah... stroking an imaginary beard? Not gonna laugh... nononono, that'd completely ruin her confidence... no... oh Merlin! And he did manage not to laugh. He was A+ adult, see? He held back a laughter - okay, he snorted and OKAY he hid his smile behind his hand and he even frowned to look like he was serious. Okay... he got this... Oh, she was also INNOCENT, wasn't she? Cosgrach removed his hand from his face, now that the urge to laugh was over, and looked at her with only a trace of a smile. "Do you mean concentration potions? Or do you want physical strength?" His job was also to understand what lied beneath 'stuff' word. He was clearly underpaid. Norah continued her squinting as Professor Culloden SUSPICIOUSLY covered his mouth. What was he doing behind that hand, hmmm? Was he going to laugh? 'Cause that wasn't allowed. She squinted harder, hoping her detective skills would kick in and give her x-ray vision or something, except they didn't. Lame. She took a moment to inspect the bottoms of her purple trainers to make sure they were all clean, before putting them on the chair as she hugged her knees to her chest. Didja see that? That was politeness too, kinda. Aw yeah. *"I don't know."* Wasn't he supposed to know everything? "Does concentration make you good at stuff? I haven't got any talents, Professor. This is serious business. Is concentration a talent?" If it was then she DEFINITELY didn't have that one. Actually, that wasn't really true. She could concentrate on stuff like the weather outside or the way the light did glittery stuff when it bounced off of her sparkles, or if peoples' noses wiggled when she laughed, but nobody ever seemed to count that on concentration. That wasn't very fair, y'know. Somebody needed to change the rules about concentration 'cause the fourth year liked her kind much better. "Maybe a potion that will make me really smart and then I can have school kinds of talents." WAIT NO. EVEN BETTER. "OOOOR a potion that made me really good at dancing without even falling over. Or tree climbing, so I could be a professional one of those. Are there awards for climbing trees?" There really should be, if there wasn't already. She could invent that. "Oooh! Or a potion that'll make me really funny or one that will make me the fastest runner ever, or one that will make me read really fast, or one that that will mean i can talk to animals!" THOSE were real talents. She needed some of those. "Or maybe all of those." Norah looked down at her sparkly shoelaces, fiddling with the candy she was still holding. When she looked up again, her nose was scrunched up in the kind of way she scrunched it up when she fell down and needed to make sure nobody thought it really hurt a lot even though it did. Tough fourteen year old, remember? GRRRR. "I'm just bad at everything." Okay maybe being tough was another thing she was bad at. __________________