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Mirali · 01-13-2016, 02:06 AM

SPOILER!!: Ailsa doesn't believe it was unintentional, not even for a moment.

Ailsa's eyes went wide. Sharing something as personal as letters home? Wow...

"Brunei... You must've been doing something very important to have been there." Poor professor Draper, such a promising morning and here he was rapidly becoming the idol of a little ginger firstie. She took the book with the same care she'd used last summer when she'd come across an injured kestrel in the family fields. The village veterinarian had warned her not to expect too much, but she'd visited the bird daily, 'to let it know it had a friend.' Two weeks later when the little falcon was released back into the skies the veterinarian had sworn it wasn't possible. She still saw it around sometimes, even if she was never quite able to explain how she knew it was the same bird.

"I promise to take the very best care of this. Thank you professor." Her smile beamed. "And thank you too, Merlin," she added giving the dog a gentle scratch behind its ear, "it's nice of you to be the professor's friend."

01-13-2016, 02:06 AM	#27 (permalink)
Mirali Dugbog Join Date: Dec 2015 Location: GMT-8 Posts: 105 Hogwarts RPG Name: Runa Luijendijk Second Year	SPOILER!!: Ailsa doesn't believe it was unintentional, not even for a moment. Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack …. If James had done something to win the first year over, he had no idea. But her enthusiasm only doubled. Of course offering his journals probably did him in, but they were here for people to read. IT would be a complete waste if they just sat and collected dust. Besides, he had already mentioned them to Miss Roadrunner when she came to visit. Hadn’t he just said that she could? He gave her a small nod. She didn’t give him much time to say anything else though because there she went again with more of her enthusiasm. Eager Beaver. No other nickname felt more appropriate here. He watched her carefully as she practically bounced up and down with excitement. It was amusing. Stepping out of his chair, the Professor scanned his shelf knowing exactly which one she ought to start with. He let his fingers brush over the binding of each one, until he found the one he was looking for. Of course it had been tucked in at the very end, naturally. Carefully he wiggled it out, and turned to face the girl once again. ”When my interest in creatures first peaked, I was a week into my training in Brunei,” he walked over and held out the book. ”It starts off with a few letters I meant to send home,” he tapped the cover. ”But my intentions with this journal changed.” From letters to notes and observations. This one was the most beat up journal out of the bunch as it was the oldest and he wrote it with the least amount of experience. She’d have to be careful, he’d hold her accountable. Ailsa's eyes went wide. Sharing something as personal as letters home? Wow... "Brunei... You must've been doing something very important to have been there." Poor professor Draper, such a promising morning and here he was rapidly becoming the idol of a little ginger firstie. She took the book with the same care she'd used last summer when she'd come across an injured kestrel in the family fields. The village veterinarian had warned her not to expect too much, but she'd visited the bird daily, 'to let it know it had a friend.' Two weeks later when the little falcon was released back into the skies the veterinarian had sworn it wasn't possible. She still saw it around sometimes, even if she was never quite able to explain how she knew it was the same bird. "I promise to take the very best care of this. Thank you professor." Her smile beamed. "And thank you too, Merlin," she added giving the dog a gentle scratch behind its ear, "it's nice of you to be the professor's friend." __________________