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Stormdancer · 01-13-2016, 12:31 AM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

James wasn’t planning to let his nickname game slip anytime soon, unfortunately. He was playing careful for now. Though he did have to congratulate himself because Miss Roadrunner was quite the discovery.

Ah, no then? No favorites. That was fine. He could work with that. Though he stopped listening after her ‘No, not really’ everything else felt like unimportant details. He was right, of course. All unimportant, to him anyways. He had worked with many dragon experts, nothing that would’ve impressed him. Good for her Great-Aunt though. Did James have one of those? A Great-Aunt. It was foolish at that point. Why call them a relative at all if they were that distant of a family member? Silly. He waited politely until Miss 500 Miles Per Hour stopped running her mouth—which took AGES, by the way— before continuing his own train of thought. ”I’m sure if you come to me later on in the term once I’ve established some more order around here,” not to say that he hadn’t already established order. There were just a few more things that he needed to attend to first. The first Saturday of the school year was much too early to make proper decisions. ”I can find some extra work you can do around here, build up your resume maybe?” And make his life a whole hell of a lot easier. Was she interested? He raised a brow, tilting himself forward, ever-so-slightly.

Er… On second thought, maybe he should’ve waited before offering her the journal exchange. Though the thought was already said and she had already processed it in her mind, her mouth running at 500 miles per hour with her thoughts on the matter. Definitely should’ve waited. But alas, the mistake was already made. ”Anything on the shelf behind me, fair game. Though, I ask you return them within a timely manner.” If she could read as fast as she spoke and processed, then they wouldn’t have a problem. He didn’t care whether or not she decided to read through his journals, but James thought they were very interesting selections. Of his own time at Hogwarts, whilst serving military in the Brunei forests, and then his own years of explorations within Asia afterwards. And if he did say so himself, his commentary was O-level entertainment. Worth a good laugh or two. Though that may have been his own confidence speaking. Ahem.

And remember that time he said he’d regret asking about her personal life? Yeah. He regretted it. Spot on. Again he only listened to her first few comments before graciously tuning the girl out. Still he nodded because looking attentive meant he had to play the part. He didn’t often do this to students, but sweet Circe this one said too much and he was growing tired. ”Very impressive,” hardly. But it was ironic. Miss Roadrunner was actually indeed a roadrunner. How is it that he was always so spot on? Grinning smugly to himself, he took a small sip of his coffee before letting his gaze return to the over anim

Marsha grinned and nodded. ”That would be perfect Sir. Can I help out down in the Housing until then? Brushing down the animals or even cleaning out the stalls.” She hoped for a yes, as she had been doing the same for the past two years and really - who said no to having to clean out less stalls? Smiling happily she waited for an answer.

Nodding more as they continued, Marsha smiled at him. ”Of course!” She exclaimed as if she was insulted that he would even suggest she wouldn’t return the journals as soon as she had read them. ”I’ll get them back to you in good time and in the exact same condition that I receive them in.” She smiled at him though, hoping he knew just how much it meant to her that he would let her read them.

Marsha smiled at him. ”Thank you Professor. I’m very proud to be on the team… there aren’t that many teens on the squad, so it is an honour to run for Britian.” She couldn’t help the way her eyes lit up when talking about running or creatures, so she probably looked seriously enthusiastic…. but honestly, she was. Hence why she wanted to run and work with creatures for the rest of her life… might as well love the thing you are forced to do on a daily basis to get galleons so that you and your family don’t starve. Or, at least that was what her parents always told her.

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Stormdancer DMC & DMAC Chizpurfle Join Date: Aug 2003 Location: Scotland, [GMT] Posts: 10,065 Hogwarts RPG Name: Bennett Potter Slytherin Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Atlas Ward Ravenclaw First Year	I am so so sorry. >.< Toto * RotiSila * ToRo * Braveheart * Grandma & Mama Tori Text Cut: Draper Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack James wasn’t planning to let his nickname game slip anytime soon, unfortunately. He was playing careful for now. Though he did have to congratulate himself because Miss Roadrunner was quite the discovery. Ah, no then? No favorites. That was fine. He could work with that. Though he stopped listening after her ‘No, not really’ everything else felt like unimportant details. He was right, of course. All unimportant, to him anyways. He had worked with many dragon experts, nothing that would’ve impressed him. Good for her Great-Aunt though. Did James have one of those? A Great-Aunt. It was foolish at that point. Why call them a relative at all if they were that distant of a family member? Silly. He waited politely until Miss 500 Miles Per Hour stopped running her mouth—which took AGES, by the way— before continuing his own train of thought. ”I’m sure if you come to me later on in the term once I’ve established some more order around here,” not to say that he hadn’t already established order. There were just a few more things that he needed to attend to first. The first Saturday of the school year was much too early to make proper decisions. ”I can find some extra work you can do around here, build up your resume maybe?” And make his life a whole hell of a lot easier. Was she interested? He raised a brow, tilting himself forward, ever-so-slightly. Er… On second thought, maybe he should’ve waited before offering her the journal exchange. Though the thought was already said and she had already processed it in her mind, her mouth running at 500 miles per hour with her thoughts on the matter. Definitely should’ve waited. But alas, the mistake was already made. *”Anything on the shelf behind me, fair game. Though, I ask you return them within a timely* manner.” If she could read as fast as she spoke and processed, then they wouldn’t have a problem. He didn’t care whether or not she decided to read through his journals, but James thought they were very interesting selections. Of his own time at Hogwarts, whilst serving military in the Brunei forests, and then his own years of explorations within Asia afterwards. And if he did say so himself, his commentary was O-level entertainment. Worth a good laugh or two. Though that may have been his own confidence speaking. Ahem. And remember that time he said he’d regret asking about her personal life? Yeah. He regretted it. Spot on. Again he only listened to her first few comments before graciously tuning the girl out. Still he nodded because looking attentive meant he had to play the part. He didn’t often do this to students, but sweet Circe this one said too much and he was growing tired. ”Very impressive,”** hardly. But it was ironic. Miss Roadrunner was actually indeed a roadrunner. How is it that he was always so spot on? Grinning smugly to himself, he took a small sip of his coffee before letting his gaze return to the over anim Marsha grinned and nodded. ”That would be perfect Sir. Can I help out down in the Housing until then? Brushing down the animals or even cleaning out the stalls.” She hoped for a yes, as she had been doing the same for the past two years and really - who said no to having to clean out less stalls? Smiling happily she waited for an answer. Nodding more as they continued, Marsha smiled at him. ”Of course!” She exclaimed as if she was insulted that he would even suggest she wouldn’t return the journals as soon as she had read them. ”I’ll get them back to you in good time and in the exact same condition that I receive them in.” She smiled at him though, hoping he knew just how much it meant to her that he would let her read them. Marsha smiled at him. ”Thank you Professor. I’m very proud to be on the team… there aren’t that many teens on the squad, so it is an honour to run for Britian.” She couldn’t help the way her eyes lit up when talking about running or creatures, so she probably looked seriously enthusiastic…. but honestly, she was. Hence why she wanted to run and work with creatures for the rest of her life… might as well love the thing you are forced to do on a daily basis to get galleons so that you and your family don’t starve. Or, at least that was what her parents always told her. __________________