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Tazenhani · 06-25-2015, 06:42 PM

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Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah

Cutty pulled up to the outside of the Transfiguration Professor's office. His cologne, a sort of musky white amber with a faint overlay of buttered bread probably announced his presence before he came into view. He let the edges of his robes flap in the small gust kicked up by his long legs as he took quick strides toward the waiting area.

"Oi, down in fron..." The Slytherin began rudely seeing only the back of the mirror-hog's head before pulling up enough to see that the face in the mirror indeed belonged to Professor Dakest. "I mean, aren'tchyer lookin' handsome today, Professor Dakest." Yes. That was what he meant.

There weren't many students who unnerved him. Worried him greatly, yes, but not in an unsettling way. More a hand-to-forehead-and-drag-down sort of way. Reminded him of himself when he was their age. Funny that.

The one student he could say caused some unease, was the one that had a rather awkward way of greeting. Sabel turned halfway, arching an eyebrow at the boy. "Thank you, Mr. Mordaunt."

Was he supposed to say something in return, to compliment the kid's appearance? Deciding that was what the mirror was for, and what the kid really wanted given his original greeting, Sabel stepped back and to the side.

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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 ~ Quote: Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah Cutty pulled up to the outside of the Transfiguration Professor's office. His cologne, a sort of musky white amber with a faint overlay of buttered bread probably announced his presence before he came into view. He let the edges of his robes flap in the small gust kicked up by his long legs as he took quick strides toward the waiting area. "Oi, down in fron..." The Slytherin began rudely seeing only the back of the mirror-hog's head before pulling up enough to see that the face in the mirror indeed belonged to Professor Dakest. "I mean, aren'tchyer lookin' handsome today, Professor Dakest." Yes. That was what he meant. There weren't many students who unnerved him. Worried him greatly, yes, but not in an unsettling way. More a hand-to-forehead-and-drag-down sort of way. Reminded him of himself when he was their age. Funny that. The one student he could say caused some unease, was the one that had a rather awkward way of greeting. Sabel turned halfway, arching an eyebrow at the boy. "Thank you, Mr. Mordaunt." Was he supposed to say something in return, to compliment the kid's appearance? Deciding that was what the mirror was for, and what the kid really wanted given his original greeting, Sabel stepped back and to the side. __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.