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Nana took the planner from the young girl and carefully turned it over in her long, pale hands as she inspected the damage done to the darplanner. It was ripped, faded and many of the pages were suspiciously damp. Essentially it was useless, useless and messed up and no, Nana Ichihara would not cry. It was just a notebook, a silly leather-bound day planner that had been given to her by her mother, and meant nothing.
don't sniffle. don't cry. you are a grown woman.
Nana was so busy not crying that she was hardly paying any of miss Greingoth's words any mind, though she nodded just enough to seem as though she was listening. "Thank you, miss Greingoth." She stiffly said, nodding again. She was being a sentimental mess, oh dear. "I will get to the bottom of this, I assure you. No stone left unturned." She would find who did this and they would be sorted out, though perhaps she would leave it to someone else considering her emotional response.
"Thank you, Thank you." She quickly said again. sniffle.
Ariadne paused as the professor took back her day planner. She seemed...heartbroken or something. Was she about to CRY?! It was...just a day planner, but maybe she was just hurt that somebody had taken her day planner and pretty much killed it.
"You're welcome, Professor," she said, giving her a sympathetic look. She wasn't really sure what else to say. There were lots of 'thank you's', but Ariadne had already responded to those.
Maybe she should offer to do something to help make the professor feel better...
"Is there something else I can do?" she asked, hoping the answer wasn't 'mop my floors with your toothbrush' or something equally disgusting and mundane.
"I can try and conjure you some flowers!" she added excitedly. Maybe she'd like THAT. She was the Transfiguration professor, after all.