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DaniDiNardo · 11-25-2015, 02:42 PM

SPOILER!!: Let's pretend I quoted the Professor too <3

The little boy hadn't expected the Professor to hear his question but she had and her response caused his face to become tinged with colour. He gave a small nod, indicating he'd heard what she said but whether he was convinced was another story entirely. The only reason he was sure he wasn't a squib was because his wand worked when she had a mind to. Mind you, she HARDLY had a mind to but on the odd occasion she did nice things.

Still reeling from his insecurities being heard by the Professor (and really, if she heard then WHO ELSE HAD), Blaise could only nod at Zeke's suggestion. Not like he could decline, the boy was already circling the cim bucket around the incense and making his way back.

With a heavy sigh, the young Gryffindor took the bucket and got on his knees then tilted the bucket slightly. Not wanting to have to start all over, he was very careful with his shaking of the bucket while the question ricocheted off the walls of his mind.

Shake. Shake. Shake.

Huh. 20. "What does this mean?" He asked, offering Zeke the stick to hold while he took one of his cim buckets and headed for the incense. Three circles later, he was back to take his stick and offer the bucket. "Is 20 good or bad?" Not that it mattered. He didn't want a future in stupid magic anyway.

11-25-2015, 02:42 PM	#75 (permalink)
DaniDiNardo MO & DMLE Crup Join Date: May 2012 Location: Over here! (GMT -5) Posts: 17,240 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12	Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite SPOILER!!: Let's pretend I quoted the Professor too <3 Quote: Originally Posted by Hera Suck at magic forever.... DID the boy suck at magic? Should he have partnered with someone else? Eh. They didn't NEED magic for this, the numbers would do the talking. Of course, he'd have said something about the 'sucking at magic' thing, but Professor Tanner interjected, and with such wise words too. "It's true man, you'll find your feet." Everyone did... unless they were a squib, in which case, unlucky? But WHAT was his question. Well, "I want to know if I'll get five O's on my OWLs next year..." mmmhmm... "or maybe not. Suppose I could just ask if I will be a Curse Breaker when I leave school." That was a good a question as any too, still, options. Which to pick though. Did he WANT to know the answer to either? Maybe. Maybe not. "We'll do your reading first, you've got a question..." and this way the boy would know if he was a squib or not. Just, rip off the bandaid so to speak. "I'll be right back." Cause... Cim bucket thing needed incensing and things. Walking the short distance to the table where the incense was burning, Zeke held the Cim bucket and moved it around the incense three times as directed. It was easy enough, though he still wasn't sure how he felt about INCENSE in general. Smelly stuff was difficult to appreciate when it made his nose twitch. Still, he was thankful it wasn't lavender. Mixing up the sticks by hand, Zeke then returned to Blaise, "Heeerrreeeeeeee you go!" he beamed, handing over the tube contraption. Now he could watch. Watch watch watch... and decide on his own question. The little boy hadn't expected the Professor to hear his question but she had and her response caused his face to become tinged with colour. He gave a small nod, indicating he'd heard what she said but whether he was convinced was another story entirely. The only reason he was sure he wasn't a squib was because his wand worked when she had a mind to. Mind you, she HARDLY had a mind to but on the odd occasion she did nice things. Still reeling from his insecurities being heard by the Professor (and really, if she heard then WHO ELSE HAD), Blaise could only nod at Zeke's suggestion. Not like he could decline, the boy was already circling the cim bucket around the incense and making his way back. With a heavy sigh, the young Gryffindor took the bucket and got on his knees then tilted the bucket slightly. Not wanting to have to start all over, he was very careful with his shaking of the bucket while the question ricocheted off the walls of his mind. Shake. Shake. Shake. Huh. 20. "What does this mean?" He asked, offering Zeke the stick to hold while he took one of his cim buckets and headed for the incense. Three circles later, he was back to take his stick and offer the bucket. "Is 20 good or bad?" Not that it mattered. He didn't want a future in stupid magic anyway. __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.