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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Alexander River Hirsch
Gryffindor Third Year
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Originally Posted by RandomRaven  Oh yeah, she needed to sit down.
Taking a seat, the young lioness was relieved that Professor Hirsch didn't really mind when she mentioned his tattoos. Coolness! Not many Professors accepted her mild verbal diarrhea problem. "When I was younger, I always thought that only villains and bad people were allowed to get tattoos...." Oops... Again, why she really needed to say that?
Okay, back to her purpose why she had to come to his office.
"Last year we did have dueling club that was held by Professor Dakest, and I was one of the students who joined the club. One of the best participant.... Well, I got defeated by a third year student." Ava told him about her dueling club experience. "And I totally enjoy it, Professor! So I was wondering if you're gonna run the dueling club again or not?" Ava asked him curiously. ...............
What?
Villains and bad people? Oh Merlin. The laughter came faster than he could have stopped it and frankly, he didn't even want to stop it. It was as if he was at the feast all over again and he was laughing at the food thrown at the Hag. Merlin only knows what he could possibly look like to the child right now.
Right. Composure.
Gathering his senses and clearing his throat, the man sat back a little in his seat before saying, "Do you think I'm a villain, then?" Oh, she had a lot to learn if she thought that only villains and bad people can get tattoos.
Oh, Dueling Club. The young girl had his full attention as she spoke about the club that had been held by the previous Defence Professor. Her comment about being one of the best earned her a raised eyebrow and slightly amused look from the man. Confidence. She was a potion that was brimming with it. If she harnessed that in the right way...... "Maybe you could defeat that third year who beat you."
Was he going to run it again? Honestly, considering the fact that this was one of the few times he was hearing about it...... "Was it popular? Did a lot of students want to learn how to duel?" Quote:
Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl ..."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? Very verbal, indeed. Roderik found the reaction amusing, actually. There was something so natural and innocent about it, as if he hadn't had it said to him before. Again, amusing. "Well, with how eager you are to gain information, I think you could be." Shrug. But then again, did he really know the boy enough to make such a judgement?
Oh, there was another mention of the Dueling Club. Merlin, how popular had this club been? Were there going to be more people lining up to talk to him about it? ..... Whatever. It wasn't the time to think about that now. And he wasn't going to answer Davie's question. Not yet, anyways. "I take it you enjoyed the club as well?" He needed to know for his own reasons and because he rather enjoyed watching the young boy get so excited. He was almost anticipating it. Hoping for it. It was certainly the reaction that he got for his dragon tattoo, after all. He bet that it hurt? Oh Merlin. Kids were so honest, weren't they? The man took a moment to laugh before saying, "Yeah, it hurt. It hurt a LOT, but the result's always worth the pain." And he was strong, duh!
Oh, will you look at that? He had a list. Letting the boy speak on, the man took the roll, unrolled it and started scanning through the text. Merlin, he'd really done his research, hadn't he? The kid was smart.... and organised. The man almost wondered how he fared in a duel setting but pulled himself away from wandering down that train of thought. Time would tell, Hirsch, time would tell. "I see you've highlighted Hags on this list," he said, looking up from the parchment and giving Davie an amused smirk, "This is a very interesting list." Could he keep it? Or make a copy of it?
Roderik did expect the kid to be bursting with questions about the memo and so, he was a little surprised when the boy remained silent. Not even a peep about the note! But if he wasn't going to mention it, Roderik wasn't going to either. Where was the harm in keeping him wondering, eh? "I wear contacts sometimes. Glasses are too much of a hassle, y'know?" And he had had one too many instances of them falling off while he was in the middle of a duel. "They're...... hm, they're okay. Not a permanent solution like the other two. But I would never for the life of me let one of those doctor people near my eyes." Nope. Too sensitive. Quote:
Originally Posted by kayquilz Paul gently set the plant down on his desk. The pictures of the man's family were really adorable! A smile broke across Paul's face just by glancing at them. It was nice seeing people....be normal people.
"Ah...I feel bad all that food was wasted..the effort of the elves...wasted. I think the poor guys were a little...shaken by it, to be honest." That's what he had heard at least. "Nice to meet you, Roderik..." he grinned. "Like, meet you officially and not covered in food. Are you enjoying the castle so far?" he asked curiously.
He wondered if the man had attended Hogwarts? Oh Merlin, had he seen the pictures? Roderik cast a furtive glance between the man and the cringe-worthy picture he had had. "My mum's the embarrassing sort." That was all.
Food? Wasted? "But the food fight was....... interesting to see. Especially all that fresh energy." Naturally, he'd liked it. "Shaken? But why?" Had it really been that bad of an ordeal for them? No one had stopped them from joining in, you know. Speaking of food, the man let out a small chuckle at what Paul had to say next. "Nice to meet you too," he said, gesturing to the seat opposite his desk, "and not covered in food either." Or being dramatic, for that matter.
Was he enjoying the castle? "It's new. It's extravagant. And it's certainly bigger than any of the schools I've been to." Especially Durmstrang. That school seemed tiny compared to this. "I can't even begin to tell you how many times I've gotten lost already."
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