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feeheeheeny · 11-04-2015, 10:45 PM

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Originally Posted by Tarantula

Sabel watched as Brown approached, and was slightly surprised to find her coming to him, rather than going straight to the pensive. Craning his head down, Sabel listened to her question. He was quiet a moment before straightening and looking her in the eye.

"I cannot answer that. This, is something you must decide for yourself." He could have no part other than giving them the option, and bearing the weight of the trauma each student endured after. The rest, was up to them.

...Really? REALLY, PROFESSOR?

Soph stared up at Sabel very, very seriously, her brows furrowing in concern. After a moment, she sighed, crossing her arms and shifting her weight to one leg as she stood in a sort of pouting stance beside him. He hadn't given her ANY sort of clue one way or another to whether or not it was his memory, and... frankly, that stunk.

Clearly, though, he knew just what her angle had been, and knew just how to get out of it, too.

"That is--," she started to grumble, but paused the moment her ears perked up at someone calling her name. Soph. Soph, it's Mum. Answer your mirror, coming from her bag over on the ground where she'd been sitting.

...Uh? Her expression slightly alarmed, slightly embarrassed, and very confused - because WHAT KIND OF TIME WAS THIS, MOTHER? - Soph gave a sheepish, apologetic look to Dakest and bolted over to answer the two-way mirror, sweeping up her bag and hurrying toward the door, a hushed hiss of, "Mum, I'm in class! Can't this wait?!" audible as she entered out into the hallway to take the call, the door closing behind her.

No, it couldn't have waited.

11-04-2015, 10:45 PM	#106 (permalink)
feeheeheeny Mod Babysitter Dwarf Join Date: Dec 2004 Location: #8000FF Posts: 35,308 Hogwarts RPG Name: Amelia "Mia" Adair Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Leigh Upstead Hufflepuff Fifth Year x11	Oops. be curious, not judgmental Quote: Originally Posted by Tarantula Sabel watched as Brown approached, and was slightly surprised to find her coming to him, rather than going straight to the pensive. Craning his head down, Sabel listened to her question. He was quiet a moment before straightening and looking her in the eye. "I cannot answer that. This, is something you must decide for yourself." He could have no part other than giving them the option, and bearing the weight of the trauma each student endured after. The rest, was up to them. ...Really? REALLY, PROFESSOR? Soph stared up at Sabel very, very seriously, her brows furrowing in concern. After a moment, she sighed, crossing her arms and shifting her weight to one leg as she stood in a sort of pouting stance beside him. He hadn't given her ANY sort of clue one way or another to whether or not it was his memory, and... frankly, that stunk. Clearly, though, he knew just what her angle had been, and knew just how to get out of it, too. "That is--," she started to grumble, but paused the moment her ears perked up at someone calling her name. Soph. Soph, it's Mum. Answer your mirror, coming from her bag over on the ground where she'd been sitting. ...Uh? Her expression slightly alarmed, slightly embarrassed, and very confused - because WHAT KIND OF TIME WAS THIS, MOTHER? - Soph gave a sheepish, apologetic look to Dakest and bolted over to answer the two-way mirror, sweeping up her bag and hurrying toward the door, a hushed hiss of, "*Mum, I'm in class! Can't this wait?!*" audible as she entered out into the hallway to take the call, the door closing behind her. No, it couldn't have waited. __________________