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BanaBatGirl · 01-09-2016, 05:58 PM

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Originally Posted by hermionesclone

He can't think why? Could he really not think why or was he trying to pull the man's leg? Roderik couldn't find out which one it was and, frankly, he didn't care. His mind was too busy focused on where it is that he'd heard the surname. He was too curious to just let it go and now he had to find out.

Thanks, Davie, thanks a lot.

Before he could spend too long thinking, the boy moved on. Good grief, kid, take a deep breath, will you? "Are you part of some kind of Hogwarts paparazzi? Or a journalistic team?" Because asking so many questions about someone's life without being paid for it seemed odd and frankly, the man was a little suspicious now. He did, however, take in the questions and even let our a hearty chuckle at the tattooed one. "WELL. I'm from Germany. I grew up there, I studied there and I worked there for a bit. Durmstrang was great and all but I was also in a Self Defence school for a while. Even got myself a black belt while I was there." Because this was an opportunity to brag so why not make use of it?

"Let's see....... I got my teaching and defence degrees from the Wizarding University of Berlin. I prefer spellwork, mostly. Actual duels get me excited but I know enough about dark creatures." No worries there, kid. "And I have too many tattoos to count but my favourite one is....." He lifted up his shirt sleeve a bit more to show a two inch tall Ukrainian Ironbelly that was flying around the bottom of his arm. Even the colouring of it was remarkable.

He had a list. Maybe this is something that should've been expected from the kid who was quizzing him as if his life depended on it. "Do you have this list on you by any chance?" And there was something weird about not having a Care of Magical Creatures professor last year and no Ancient Runes professor this year. The second one couldn't be helped but it made him wonder, you kno-

......... Before he could answer Davie's question, a paper aeroplane caught his attention and seemed to grasp onto it like a leech. The man, catching the aeroplane, hastily unfolded it to read the message within. Apart from a small furrowing of his eyebrows, nothing else on his face showed any other change upon reading this letter.

Huh.

Well, if we just put this off to one side to worry about later........ Roderik cleared his throat and turned back to the young boy. "I think its nice that you have a family member that can check your eyes for you. No unnecessary fees." Would this uncle check Roderik's eyes for him? Hmm? "Yeah, I think so. But they're a right pain in the bottom, sometimes. They're always in the way, you know?"

And we can just forget about the note, okay? Perfect.

..."Whuh?" Very verbal, David, well done. The Ravenclaw blinked away the question about being a journalist, and smiled a bit. He kinda thought it was a compliment to be compared to a journalist, to someone like Blaise. How cool, but alas, he was not one. "No, I'm just a curious learner, sir." Yes, he was only twelve and he did regularly describe himself that way. And no, he would not elaborate about the fact that his dad had once taught this subject and his mum had taught a few lessons as well and that he'd ADORED Professor Dakest and all that was why he had to make sure this new guy could answer all his questions and live up to his very high expectations. Ahem.

He WAS from Germany though (not a bad country, y'know, but not as awesome as the UK), and had studied at university. That checked off the appropriate boxes. A black belt though? Did they give away fashion accessories as prizes in Germany? That was.... interesting. Davie wasn't sure how to respond to that comment so he just gave the professor a sage nod. (The connection to karate, which he HAD heard about before, wasn't clicking.) So ACTUAL duels, huh? "Will you be restarting the Dueling Club again, sir?" Just wondering, you know. Just wondering. He leaned forward a bit at the EXCITING tattoo of a Ukranian Ironbelly the man had on his arm. "WHOA!" NEATO! "I bet THAT hurt a bit," David commented without thinking, even chuckling as he tried to imagine himself sitting through a moving tattoo session.

Nope, nope, just wasn't happening, probably ever.

"OF COURSE!" he responded eagerly to the question about his list, as though he had been waiting all morning to present it to someone. ~~He had.~~ David reached right into the top pouch of his backpack and produced the list, all tightly rolled into a tidy scroll and even tied with a ribbon. "It's not that I'm trying to give you a suggestion about WHAT to teach, sir, or anything," even though that was his completely transparent goal, according to the list on the parchment, "but if you were looking for creature-based ideas, I can at least tell you that none of the first or second years have learned about ANY of these Dark creatures!" So that helped him for ... what, roughly 28.517% of the population, if he were rounding to the nearest thousandth? And probably some of the older kids too, if he wanted to do the math, or if he wanted Davie to do the math and let him know? AND ALSO, even though this list wasn't ALL inclusive of ALL Dark creatures EVER ~~and Davie DID want to produce that sort of list in the future~~, it happened to be a fairly thorough one. Or so he thought.

He settled back into his seat and didn't ask about the memo, still, even though he could see that the professor had read it and everything. Lalalala not asking lalalala. "Yes," yes, uncle Robbie was nice, and yes, he did not always like wearing glasses. "I've read about contacts and potions and Muggle surgeries to fix the eyes," he admitted slowly, this being the most personal topic he had ever addressed with a professor before. "Have you ever, er, used any of those?" Or tried them? What were they like, really?

01-09-2016, 05:58 PM	#12 (permalink)
BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,213 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB Quote: Originally Posted by hermionesclone He can't think why? Could he really not think why or was he trying to pull the man's leg? Roderik couldn't find out which one it was and, frankly, he didn't care. His mind was too busy focused on where it is that he'd heard the surname. He was too curious to just let it go and now he had to find out. Thanks, Davie, thanks a lot. Before he could spend too long thinking, the boy moved on. Good grief, kid, take a deep breath, will you? "Are you part of some kind of Hogwarts paparazzi? Or a journalistic team?" Because asking so many questions about someone's life without being paid for it seemed odd and frankly, the man was a little suspicious now. He did, however, take in the questions and even let our a hearty chuckle at the tattooed one. "WELL. I'm from Germany. I grew up there, I studied there and I worked there for a bit. Durmstrang was great and all but I was also in a Self Defence school for a while. Even got myself a black belt while I was there." Because this was an opportunity to brag so why not make use of it? "Let's see....... I got my teaching and defence degrees from the Wizarding University of Berlin. I prefer spellwork, mostly. Actual duels get me excited but I know enough about dark creatures." No worries there, kid. "And I have too many tattoos to count but my favourite one is....." He lifted up his shirt sleeve a bit more to show a two inch tall Ukrainian Ironbelly that was flying around the bottom of his arm. Even the colouring of it was remarkable. He had a list. Maybe this is something that should've been expected from the kid who was quizzing him as if his life depended on it. "Do you have this list on you by any chance?" And there was something weird about not having a Care of Magical Creatures professor last year and no Ancient Runes professor this year. The second one couldn't be helped but it made him wonder, you kno- ......... Before he could answer Davie's question, a paper aeroplane caught his attention and seemed to grasp onto it like a leech. The man, catching the aeroplane, hastily unfolded it to read the message within. Apart from a small furrowing of his eyebrows, nothing else on his face showed any other change upon reading this letter. Huh. Well, if we just put this off to one side to worry about later........ Roderik cleared his throat and turned back to the young boy. "I think its nice that you have a family member that can check your eyes for you. No unnecessary fees." Would this uncle check Roderik's eyes for him? Hmm? "Yeah, I think so. But they're a right pain in the bottom, sometimes. They're always in the way, you know?" And we can just forget about the note, okay? Perfect. ..."Whuh?" Very verbal, David, well done. The Ravenclaw blinked away the question about being a journalist, and smiled a bit. He kinda thought it was a compliment to be compared to a journalist, to someone like Blaise. How cool, but alas, he was not one. "No, I'm just a curious learner, sir." Yes, he was only twelve and he did regularly describe himself that way. And no, he would not elaborate about the fact that his dad had once taught this subject and his mum had taught a few lessons as well and that he'd ADORED Professor Dakest and all that was why he had to make sure this new guy could answer all his questions and live up to his very high expectations. Ahem. He WAS from Germany though (not a bad country, y'know, but not as awesome as the UK), and had studied at university. That checked off the appropriate boxes. A black belt though? Did they give away fashion accessories as prizes in Germany? That was.... interesting. Davie wasn't sure how to respond to that comment so he just gave the professor a sage nod. (The connection to karate, which he HAD heard about before, wasn't clicking.) So ACTUAL duels, huh? "Will you be restarting the Dueling Club again, sir?" Just wondering, you know. Just wondering. He leaned forward a bit at the EXCITING tattoo of a Ukranian Ironbelly the man had on his arm. "WHOA!" NEATO! "I bet THAT hurt a bit," David commented without thinking, even chuckling as he tried to imagine himself sitting through a moving tattoo session. Nope, nope, just wasn't happening, probably ever. "OF COURSE!" he responded eagerly to the question about his list, as though he had been waiting all morning to present it to someone. ~~He had.~~ David reached right into the top pouch of his backpack and produced the list, all tightly rolled into a tidy scroll and even tied with a ribbon. "It's not that I'm trying to give you a suggestion about WHAT to teach, sir, or anything," even though that was his completely transparent goal, according to the list on the parchment, "but if you were looking for creature-based ideas, I can at least tell you that none of the first or second years have learned about ANY of these Dark creatures!" So that helped him for ... what, roughly 28.517% of the population, if he were rounding to the nearest thousandth? And probably some of the older kids too, if he wanted to do the math, or if he wanted Davie to do the math and let him know? AND ALSO, even though this list wasn't ALL inclusive of ALL Dark creatures EVER ~~and Davie DID want to produce that sort of list in the future~~, it happened to be a fairly thorough one. Or so he thought. He settled back into his seat and didn't ask about the memo, still, even though he could see that the professor had read it and everything. Lalalala not asking lalalala. "Yes," yes, uncle Robbie was nice, and yes, he did not always like wearing glasses. "I've read about contacts and potions and Muggle surgeries to fix the eyes," he admitted slowly, this being the most personal topic he had ever addressed with a professor before. "Have you ever, er, used any of those?" Or tried them? What were they like, really? __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind