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Jessiqua · 03-24-2016, 10:55 AM

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Originally Posted by Ameh

Right. Sitting. Jaemin looked around the office again before sinking into the chair on the other side of the desk. The small Slytherin looked at the professor for a very, very long moment, sitting forward on the seat and gripping at the sides of it next to his skinny legs. He'd totally forgotten how to word the questions he had... and now he was sort of floundering, because the whole memory of the poison class was still too recent.

"I didn't get to try making the antidote in class... because of the um... the thing..." you know. The poison that wasn't poison. The small boy detached one hand from the chair and rubbed at the back of his head, frowning a little. The entire thing still bothered him quite a bit. Even if it had been destined to fail... if he had let Elliot drink the stuff first, he would have had a chance to try. But he hadn't, and by the time his turn had come around he'd been too out of focus to manage it. "I wanted to try."

That wasn't all he had come to ask about, but it was one of the things. He looked at Professor Newton, trying not to let his discomfort show, and squirmed a little in his seat. He wanted to try to make it, but he couldn't just go do it.

The staring was starting to make Art feel a little uncomfortable, and he was trying so very hard not to scratch his cheek, or rub his hair or even look away.

Art tried not to sigh at mention of his failed lesson. Instead, he removed his glasses briefly to rub his eyes. He nodded. He knew. Oh, he knew. He still hadn't found that blasted Peeves to question him. "Oh," Art said, not really thinking that was where the conversation was going. He was sure it would be the younger man wanting to withdraw from Potions class, or asking for him to leave Hogwarts so that a competent Professor would be able to teach them. But no, Mr. Song was wanting to brew the antidote. "W-well of... of course! Would uhh.. w-would you like to-to schedule a little... err," what was the word? "P-private lesson? We could brew the antidote in the-the student laboratory if you like?" he asked.

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Jessiqua DERP & DoM Poltergeist Join Date: Jul 2011 Location: Gallifrey Posts: 38,050 x9	PLEASE, I'm the slow one <3 Sassenach \| RAVENPUFF \| Sing me a song of a lass that is gone \| bookDRAGON \| #awkwardturtle<# Quote: Originally Posted by Ameh Right. Sitting. Jaemin looked around the office again before sinking into the chair on the other side of the desk. The small Slytherin looked at the professor for a very, very long moment, sitting forward on the seat and gripping at the sides of it next to his skinny legs. He'd totally forgotten how to word the questions he had... and now he was sort of floundering, because the whole memory of the poison class was still too recent. "I didn't get to try making the antidote in class... because of the um... the thing..." you know. The poison that wasn't poison. The small boy detached one hand from the chair and rubbed at the back of his head, frowning a little. The entire thing still bothered him quite a bit. Even if it had been destined to fail... if he had let Elliot drink the stuff first, he would have had a chance to try. But he hadn't, and by the time his turn had come around he'd been too out of focus to manage it. "I wanted to try." That wasn't all he had come to ask about, but it was one of the things. He looked at Professor Newton, trying not to let his discomfort show, and squirmed a little in his seat. He wanted to try to make it, but he couldn't just go do it. The staring was starting to make Art feel a little uncomfortable, and he was trying so very hard not to scratch his cheek, or rub his hair or even look away. Art tried not to sigh at mention of his failed lesson. Instead, he removed his glasses briefly to rub his eyes. He nodded. He knew. Oh, he knew. He still hadn't found that blasted Peeves to question him. "Oh," Art said, not really thinking that was where the conversation was going. He was sure it would be the younger man wanting to withdraw from Potions class, or asking for him to leave Hogwarts so that a competent Professor would be able to teach them. But no, Mr. Song was wanting to brew the antidote. "W-well of... of course! Would uhh.. w-would you like to-to schedule a little... err," what was the word? "P-private lesson? We could brew the antidote in the-the student laboratory if you like?" he asked. __________________ EVASIVE \| RESTLESS \| MISUNDERSTOOD always on the move