Text Cut: Melon and Lance <3
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Originally Posted by
Optimist 
Melbourne Johanson had not even said a word yet. She was just sitting at her desk staring at Professor Hirsch…what was with the Professors here? Was it a prerequisite to be beautiful and have nice faces? Faces that looked so, so dreamy?
SHE WAS NOT DROOLING.
That was the truth.
Nope. Neither was she craning her neck and barely blinking at him.
Gosh.
His glasses made him look so smart and ugh…he was, just asdasdasd…amazing. Could she try and see if HE was single too? Like she was planning to do with Professor Draper…really, her sister could well with ANY of them and he looked so so so young compared to the other Professors here and that was hnnnnng….amazing.
Nope she wasn’t doodling Professor Hirsch’s face on her notebook. Nope. Nothing like that all. "Hello Pro-professor hnnng Hirsch" she smiled and chewed on her lip.
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Originally Posted by
Roselyn It was always nerve wracking going to the defense against the dark arts class. Mostly 'cause he wasn't good at it, like most of his classes. He also made sure to wear pants today. No skirts, like Flamsteed said. FOR NOW. Clutching his bag, Lance made it to his usual seat in the defense room BUT HIS SEAT WASN'T THERE. Whyy. Pursing his lips, his eyebrows rose at the sight of the cushions and mats. And a parchment thing. What.
One glance up to the front of the room though answered that question.
As well as the appearance of the professor.
OKAY, sitting down. Squinting at the board, he flopped down on one of the cushions, muttering the words under his breath until he got through it all. SIMPLE ENOUGH. Just a matter of getting his quill and ink out and a few scribbles and then a--
SLAP! on his chest.
Moving into the classroom, Marsha grinned as happily walked around a few of her classmates. She waved a happy welcome to their Professor as she found Lance - OH, and Melon - sitting close by each other. Which made things easier for Marsha in all honesty. Taking the quickest way through the pillows, the Welsh girl plopped down on a pillow between Lance and Melon.
”Hi Lance.” She grinned at the trousers he was wearing - the Professor had requested comfortable shoes and clothing after all…. and then looked at Melon with a grin.
”Hey Melon.” She said with a smile though…
Her badge… Really?
Looking at her cousin, she looked at her eye contact and sighed a little.
”Mel…” She poked her shoulder.
”You might want to edit your badge, Melon. You are not your sister.” Sigggghhhh. Honestly.
Looking back to Lance, she giggled and rolled her eyes as she filled in her own badge before putting it on her sweater.
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Marsha Hanover
Gryffindor
Third Year - Fourteen