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Tazenhani · 09-10-2015, 05:33 AM

SPOILER!!: Soph: we will be back :3

Was...he supposed to be bothered? Maybe his shoulders were, because they gave something of a shrug at Brown's pointed look. He was, however, beginning to wonder if the lives of his students revolved around chocolate. Perhaps they should turn the castle into Willy Wonka's Factory. There'd still be enough danger and drama to label it as Hogwarts. Willy Wart's Factory?

Had to admit, it had a certain ring to it.

His own smile crept into place as Sophie hardly had a hair ruffled by his own retort. Pushing himself straight, Sabel cast her a grin. If the shoe fits? "Find another one just like it."

Was he going to aim to misbehave? Maybe. He wasn't going to tell. For all he knew, Brown might have been subtly interviewing him right then and there, preparing for her next article of the yearbook. The thought nearly had the smile transform into an abrupt scowl.

However, her antics kept the scowl away and the smirk firmly in place. "Don't make yourself sick." With a grin and a wink, Sabel turned back to his office, following Rehman.

SPOILER!!: Hyland

Ah, so this was one of the students that avoided his seating area. Good to know. Begged the question though, what was he doing here? Another emergency? Unlikely. Hyland was far to reserved and collected for something to be going on.

One eyebrow went up at the description of the boy's summer. "Being forced up the eiffel tower is a usual summer occurrence for you?" He could understand the reluctance, and the sheer distaste of such an activity, but in such cases he made a point of avoiding said activity. Not making it a habit. Curious, very curious.

Was one of his goals then to avoid that activity next summer? Or perhaps to conquer said fears that had him jelly-legged up all the steps? Goals were good, whatever they were, and it seemed redundant to say so, so he simply nodded in acknowledgement. As for his own summer? Why was everyone asking that question? Including himself. A redundancy that needed quelling.

With a shrug, he brushed it off. "Didn't climb any towers, thankfully." How he wished winter would start so the question would stop.

The fire was a welcome topic saver, and Sabel shook his head with an honest laugh. "Not to my knowledge. Help yourself. I've stockpiled both last year and this year's supply, so there's more than enough to go around." Airey wouldn't mind a green fire in his common room, would he?

"I don't imagine you came just for the magic fire though." Pity how no one did. "So, what can I help you with?"

SPOILER!!: Prince

Quote:

Originally Posted by Felixir

For a boy who based his entire life around logic and reason, Hogwarts was a very strange place to be, and Daxton was having a hard time adjusting. The castle itself, even when you knew your way around, was about as confusing and overwhelming as it could get. Doors and entire rooms disappeared and reappeared, there were vanishing steps on the staircases (which in and of themselves were tricky as they always seemed to be moving), the inhabitants of the portraits could move, and move into each other's frames, and even interact with living people, and the list went on and on. Some teachers had even gone and turned inside into outside.

Or at least, that was what it felt like to Daxton. He'd already poked his head into this seating area once, when he made his first trip around the castle, planning the layout in his head, and noticed all the grass. It confused him then, it confused him now. Outside should stay outside. That was why it was outside.

But still, the first year had matters he needed to attend to, and he had at last talked himself into visiting this office in particular. Daxton entered the seating area, wearing his very clearly more-than-second-hand uniform, but no robes, and socks, but no shoes. He carried his notebook, already turned to the a page with 'DO NOT TOUCH ME' printed in giant letters (so that he was prepared to hold it up to anyone who got near him) and a Defence Against the Dark Arts textbook he had taken out of the library, aimed at students a good few years older than he.

Very pointedly ignoring the strange outside-brought-inside seating area that made him all kinds of uncomfortable, Daxton headed straight for the door of the office...

... and froze.

He wanted to knock... but for some reason he could not do it.

At once, he felt irritation surge, and he mentally cursed himself with every name under the sun for his inability to do this one basic thing. Knock on the door, just knock on the door. Stop being stupid, and knock on the door. But he couldn't do it. He couldn't.

So Daxton just stood there. And waited.

Sabel was seriously considering putting up a one-way window near his door. The psychology and ettiqutie behind knocking on a Professor's door was always profoundly curious and interesting. No two students were the same, unless they were in a right pickle together, and the newbies were always the most curious to watch.

Some just skittered by the waiting room, and others had the reluctance of a penguin trying to fly. He often wondered at what caused such trepidition in the students. Wasn't like any Professor was known for eating or otherwise severely terrorizing the students, so what, exactly, was there to be afraid of.

Then again, he remembered his own reluctance as a child to approach someone much older and much taller, and with a less mallable opinion on life. Perhaps it was similar.

Either way, the one currently at his door was likely to stand still as a statue for the rest of the afternoon if someone didn't prompt him in the right direction. Shifting the books he was carrying, Sabel moved forward from the hallway and into the waiting area. "Wood isn't known to bite."

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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!!: Soph: we will be back :3 Quote: Originally Posted by feeheeheeny Adi REALLY wanted her to take the chocolate frog, but Sophie was trying to make a POINT to Dakest that she wanted HIS chocolate, so the Ravenclaw shook her head regretfully. "S'okay, Adi. Thanks, though." And despite her words being aimed at Adi, Sophie was looking POINTEDLY at Dakest as if to say, THIS IS WHAT YOU'VE DONE TO ME. Adi's defense of her loudness was good, though, and Soph gave her yearmate a thumbs-up and nodded. Yes, she was sure. He could go fiiiiirst. "I'm always a good role model," was Soph's lighthearted retort to Dakest finally, and she shot the Defense professor a cheeky grin as she wiggled to get comfy in the log chair and made herself at home in his seating area. His entire rebuttal was mega lame, though, and Sophie Brown simply shrugged, the playful smile never leaving her face. "If the shoe fits, professor. If the shoe fits." Because he HAD betrayed their trust and he HAD caused waterworks. It was just fact. He needed to be held accountable for his actions, all three of the professors did. That werewolf class had SCARRED PEOPLE FOR LIFE. "G'bye boys. Take your time." She'd see if she could eat the entire stock of the man's marshmallows in the time they were inside. That'd show him. Well... she'd do that right after she made hot chocolate, which she went ahead to do now. The man did give her free hot chocolate, which made it a LITTLE better. The little marshmallows got sprinkled atop the full, steaming mug, and she went ahead to eat marshmallows by the mouthful, just as she'd intended to, in between sips. Omnomnom. Was...he supposed to be bothered? Maybe his shoulders were, because they gave something of a shrug at Brown's pointed look. He was, however, beginning to wonder if the lives of his students revolved around chocolate. Perhaps they should turn the castle into Willy Wonka's Factory. There'd still be enough danger and drama to label it as Hogwarts. Willy Wart's Factory? Had to admit, it had a certain ring to it. His own smile crept into place as Sophie hardly had a hair ruffled by his own retort. Pushing himself straight, Sabel cast her a grin. If the shoe fits? "Find another one just like it." Was he going to aim to misbehave? Maybe. He wasn't going to tell. For all he knew, Brown might have been subtly interviewing him right then and there, preparing for her next article of the yearbook. The thought nearly had the smile transform into an abrupt scowl. However, her antics kept the scowl away and the smirk firmly in place. "Don't make yourself sick." With a grin and a wink, Sabel turned back to his office, following Rehman. SPOILER!!: Hyland Quote: Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi He heard movement coming from inside of the office. That meant that the Professor was ‘home’ and he couldn’t back down now. He had thought about leaving as soon as he had knocked but the door was already open. Welcome back. Hah. “funny how it’s a welcome back when I hardly remember this place” he smiled sheepishly as he looked at the outdoor seating area. “I remember the panic though” he laughed now, as if everything that had happened a few months ago was a big funny joke now. “But my summer was okay, went to france, my sisters forced me to go up the eiffel tower" he shivered at the memory. "the usual and i made some goals that I want to achieve this year” he said. “How was your summer, sir?” He got even more relaxed when the Professor grinned as well and he too looked behind him at the purple fire. “Wait, NO ONE ever threw those in the fire?” like whuuuut? COLORED FIRE PEOPLE! COLORED FIRE! “Soooo since I’m the first one, can I have a few packages?” please? “Not for pranks!” he added quickly . “Just for the fire in the Gryffindor Common Room” scouts honour. Ah, so this was one of the students that avoided his seating area. Good to know. Begged the question though, what was he doing here? Another emergency? Unlikely. Hyland was far to reserved and collected for something to be going on. One eyebrow went up at the description of the boy's summer. "Being forced up the eiffel tower is a usual summer occurrence for you?" He could understand the reluctance, and the sheer distaste of such an activity, but in such cases he made a point of avoiding said activity. Not making it a habit. Curious, very curious. Was one of his goals then to avoid that activity next summer? Or perhaps to conquer said fears that had him jelly-legged up all the steps? Goals were good, whatever they were, and it seemed redundant to say so, so he simply nodded in acknowledgement. As for his own summer? Why was everyone asking that question? Including himself. A redundancy that needed quelling. With a shrug, he brushed it off. "Didn't climb any towers, thankfully." How he wished winter would start so the question would stop. The fire was a welcome topic saver, and Sabel shook his head with an honest laugh. "Not to my knowledge. Help yourself. I've stockpiled both last year and this year's supply, so there's more than enough to go around." Airey wouldn't mind a green fire in his common room, would he? "I don't imagine you came just for the magic fire though." Pity how no one did. "So, what can I help you with?" SPOILER!!: Prince Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir For a boy who based his entire life around logic and reason, Hogwarts was a very strange place to be, and Daxton was having a hard time adjusting. The castle itself, even when you knew your way around, was about as confusing and overwhelming as it could get. Doors and entire rooms disappeared and reappeared, there were vanishing steps on the staircases (which in and of themselves were tricky as they always seemed to be moving), the inhabitants of the portraits could move, and move into each other's frames, and even interact with living people, and the list went on and on. Some teachers had even gone and turned inside into outside. Or at least, that was what it felt like to Daxton. He'd already poked his head into this seating area once, when he made his first trip around the castle, planning the layout in his head, and noticed all the grass. It confused him then, it confused him now. Outside should stay outside. That was why it was outside. But still, the first year had matters he needed to attend to, and he had at last talked himself into visiting this office in particular. Daxton entered the seating area, wearing his very clearly more-than-second-hand uniform, but no robes, and socks, but no shoes. He carried his notebook, already turned to the a page with 'DO NOT TOUCH ME' printed in giant letters (so that he was prepared to hold it up to anyone who got near him) and a Defence Against the Dark Arts textbook he had taken out of the library, aimed at students a good few years older than he. Very pointedly ignoring the strange outside-brought-inside seating area that made him all kinds of uncomfortable, Daxton headed straight for the door of the office... ... and froze. He wanted to knock... but for some reason he could not do it. At once, he felt irritation surge, and he mentally cursed himself with every name under the sun for his inability to do this one basic thing. Knock on the door, just knock on the door. Stop being stupid, and knock on the door. But he couldn't do it. He couldn't. So Daxton just stood there. And waited. Sabel was seriously considering putting up a one-way window near his door. The psychology and ettiqutie behind knocking on a Professor's door was always profoundly curious and interesting. No two students were the same, unless they were in a right pickle together, and the newbies were always the most curious to watch. Some just skittered by the waiting room, and others had the reluctance of a penguin trying to fly. He often wondered at what caused such trepidition in the students. Wasn't like any Professor was known for eating or otherwise severely terrorizing the students, so what, exactly, was there to be afraid of. Then again, he remembered his own reluctance as a child to approach someone much older and much taller, and with a less mallable opinion on life. Perhaps it was similar. Either way, the one currently at his door was likely to stand still as a statue for the rest of the afternoon if someone didn't prompt him in the right direction. Shifting the books he was carrying, Sabel moved forward from the hallway and into the waiting area. "Wood isn't known to bite." __________________ I've got a fire for a heart._________________________________________________ I'm not scared of the dark._________________________________________ _______________________________________You've never seen it look so easy.