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James saw that. The look of disbelief. The pink tint that turned in Nana's cheeks. Merlin. This was worse than he thought. There were expectations now, he was well aware of what woman wanted. And James would have NONE of it. He would not be held to any standards. It was one night and nothing more. But he had to be calm. He was very hot and bothered though, for the record. Which was very difficult to hide as when she responded in that calm, collected way of hers it annoyed him even more. Deciding that his look said enough he continued to saunter down the dais.
No.
On another note, the reaction he got out of the Headmistress was very satisfying and exactly what James had been expecting, of course. Nothing ever took him by surprise. Well, except for that Nana Ichihara over there, but that’s another story all together. And as James was headed for his seat, there wouldn’t be anymore time to explain. Giving the Headmistress another small nod, he continued on his way.
And for the record, he hadn’t ignored Tattoo (Roderik) over there. He was merely trying to get the heck away from the Banjoed Hippy. Didn’t need the bloke to think they had potential to be friends, y’know? Might as well set the record straight right now. After all if this was the man’s first impression, James did NOT want to be around for the rest. But once he found his seat he did return Tattoo’s smile and nod with a nod of his own. So far, Tattoo was the one he liked the most.
Finally sat at the seat he had chosen himself, James assessed the Great Hall once more. It was full now and children were being sorted. Excellent. This meant the food would come soon, yeah? Honestly he forgot how it worked around here. But context clues. Those were important. Clearly everyone was waiting for something to happen, and then food. But for now all he had on his plate was this ridiculous lint roller. And ah, a visitor.
James hardly had any time to decide whether Mr. Pink-Tie (Leo) over here was worth his attention, but the man was fortunate because James gave it to him anyway. Hm? And fortunately for James, this man didn’t seem like a nut. That was reassuring. James was starting to have second thoughts after seeing that Banjo-Baboon over there. But this Kitridge bloke was alright, for now. ”James Draper,” he said, getting out of his chair and extending his arm forward to shake the librarian’s hand. ”I’ll keep that in mind.” Which meant ‘no thanks’. The only books James would be interested to read were the ones he had bought himself and those were all stacked up in his office. So a library trip wouldn’t be necessary. But the sentiment was amicable, so he smiled.
Straightening the leg of his pants, James leaned back to sit on his chair once more. But oh? Pink-Tie had more? Er. Kitridge. He’d have to make sure to remember names here because something told him that these nicknames wouldn’t be well-received by the general public. ”Of course, feel free to stop by anytime,” though he really didn’t have a choice here, did he? Couldn’t just say no. These sorts of questions were silly. It’d hardly be acceptable to turn the man down. So he was cornered. ”We’ll see what I can do.” Meaning, he’d be able to figure out the problem within the first five minutes. Creatures. His department. Leaning back in his chair, the New Professor gave the man a small nod. You’re welcome.
Lifting his wrist ever-so-slightly, James checked the time. He was bored. But ah, the new arrival to the table proved to be very entertaining. And just when he thought that Poncho-Man had won the grand prize craziest dresser, he was proven wrong. Which by the way, did NOT happen very often. Luckily the perfume was sprayed in the opposite direction, but unluckily it was sprayed all over the Emaciated Santa Claus (Airey) who happened to be sat one seat down. James EYED the Crazed Sea Monster of a Woman (Ursula). WHO WAS SHE? And had she no respect?? He coughed a little as he continued staring down the Sea Monster. She also made the list. Hopefully she’d be sat by Poncho Man over there. The two could keep note of the latest dumpster fashions, or wherever she managed to pick up that stank.
Turning to his left, he gave Shiny Head (Julien) a disapproving look and a nod in crazy lady direction. ”She can’t be a Professor. Doesn’t Hogwarts have standards?” Cleaning staff. Probably head of the house elf committee or something, he was sure.
__________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You?
You are Lemon!
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