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Sararara · 06-16-2015, 07:23 PM

SPOILER!!: Our humblest apologies XD

Mountains and trees were whole entire different things, didn't he know? He was a professor, he had to know. If knowing the difference between trees and mountains wasn't a prerequisite for becoming a professor then there was obviously a very big problem with whoever was in charge of professors. They obviously had their priorities all wrong. "It isn't the same, Professor C. Can I call you Professor C?" she gave him an angelic smile just to show how qualified she was to call him by a nickname, before adding, "My mum would never ever let me climb an entire mountain, but I can climb trees as long as I don't fall out 'cause one time I broke my arm and it was very bad news." Did he want her to spend her entire life without any appreciation for her tree climbing habits? That wasn't very nice, Professor C, especially for somebody with a name as hip and cool as Professor C.

The fourth year covered her mouth with her hand, trying and failing to keep from giggling. Why was he FROWNING? This was HILARIOUS. She uncovered her mouth and bit her lip to keep from sniggering again. "Don't look so sad, Professor C." GIGGLE!SNORT. "I'm not laughing at you, I promise. I'm not even laughing at those little wrinkles you get between your eyebros when you're angry because I think those look very nice." She let out another laugh and immediately covered her mouth again. Was that rude? It wasn't supposed to be rude. It was just an observation but sometimes her mum said observations were rude too which wasn't fair because she couldn't help what she observed. She LIKED those little wrinkles. If you squinted really hard they almost looked like an itty bitty angry face. Where could she get some of those?

Oh. Oh. Was he the real kind of mad, and not the kind of mad he just pretended to be to seem scary 'n stuff? Norah slowly brought her hand down from in front of her mouth and pursed her lips like she'd just eaten something sour to keep from laughing. "Sorry," she said softly, looking at the floor as her mouth twitched but she DIDN'T actually smile, okay? "I guess not laughing isn't really one of my talents either. Sometimes it gets me in trouble but don't tell anyone 'cause I'm fourteen now and it'd be embarrassing." They weren't technically called time-outs anymore but they were practically the same thing. She looked back up at him with wide eyes and a small smile. "Concentration potion sounds good, I guess." She supposed she could say goodbye to her mind being all over the place and all that. At least her mum would be happy, right?

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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!!: Our humblest apologies XD Quote: Originally Posted by StarShine Well, okay, the way this girl talked, you'd feel terrible for people who liked to climb trees out there. But, world didn't work like that and it was time she, uh, saw that. "They can climb mountains?" he said - he didn't even know if that was the same as trees, and frankly, he didn't care. All he cared was how much she direly needed some concentration potion, because her way of thinking... wasn't very... focused, to put it politely. "I mean it," he said, and would have explained what she had to do, but - ...............?????? "Yes, puber -" Why. Was. She. Giggling. Cosgrach did see that she'd eaten the candy, but quite honestly, he didn't even know why the word 'puberty' made her so... loopy. He frowned as he got slightly angry, because he didn't even understand. "Norah, stop that!" he ordered - that being 'feeling radical'. "I take it back. You aren't in puberty. We'll get you a concentration potion and everything will be great." Okay? OKAY. Mountains and trees were whole entire different things, didn't he know? He was a professor, he had to know. If knowing the difference between trees and mountains wasn't a prerequisite for becoming a professor then there was obviously a very big problem with whoever was in charge of professors. They obviously had their priorities all wrong. *"It isn't the same,* Professor C. Can I call you Professor C?" she gave him an angelic smile just to show how qualified she was to call him by a nickname, before adding, "My mum would never ever let me climb an entire mountain, but I can climb trees as long as I don't fall out 'cause one time I broke my arm and it was very bad news." Did he want her to spend her entire life without any appreciation for her tree climbing habits? That wasn't very nice, Professor C, especially for somebody with a name as hip and cool as Professor C. The fourth year covered her mouth with her hand, trying and failing to keep from giggling. Why was he FROWNING? This was HILARIOUS. She uncovered her mouth and bit her lip to keep from sniggering again. "Don't look so sad, Professor C." GIGGLE!SNORT. "I'm not laughing at you, I promise. I'm not even laughing at those little wrinkles you get between your eyebros when you're angry because I think those look very nice."** She let out another laugh and immediately covered her mouth again. Was that rude? It wasn't supposed to be rude. It was just an observation but sometimes her mum said observations were rude too which wasn't fair because she couldn't help what she observed. She LIKED those little wrinkles. If you squinted really hard they almost looked like an itty bitty angry face. Where could she get some of those? Oh. Oh. Was he the real kind of mad, and not the kind of mad he just pretended to be to seem scary 'n stuff? Norah slowly brought her hand down from in front of her mouth and pursed her lips like she'd just eaten something sour to keep from laughing. "Sorry," she said softly, looking at the floor as her mouth twitched but she DIDN'T actually smile, okay? "I guess not laughing isn't really one of my talents either. Sometimes it gets me in trouble but don't tell anyone 'cause I'm fourteen now and it'd be embarrassing." They weren't technically called time-outs anymore but they were practically the same thing. She looked back up at him with wide eyes and a small smile. "Concentration potion sounds good, I guess." She supposed she could say goodbye to her mind being all over the place and all that. At least her mum would be happy, right? __________________