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ArianaBlack · 01-31-2016, 03:15 AM

SPOILER!!: amur is who i want to be when i grow up

And yet again he had managed to do something wrong. There was always something with this one, wasn’t there? Though this was really the first time he was getting to know her, he was sure it was the right assumption to make. Barefoot was interesting. In a good way.

When she finally spoke up and voiced her concern, he gave her a curious look. ”You don’t trust me,” it wasn’t a question. More of a statement. Not one that bothered him enough to get an explanation out of him. He liked keeping things interesting. Owing explanations? Not his thing. ”I keep their records on file, if you ever want to check me on it.” That’s the most she was getting. Of course he knew where they came from. Not that he got to choose them himself, obviously, but he had records. Not questions that needed to be asked, but ones that he had. James was curious by nature. Complete answers were always needed, but not always given. Sometimes one had to pry. And if Barefoot was so curious, she could come pry.

Again he watched her curiously, noting how quickly her expression changed from one of suspicion to one of admiration. It was the same look she had on her face when he had first caught her feeding the horses. A clear indication that being around animals is where she felt safest. Or maybe that was an accusation too. ”He was up for adoption at the local shelter,” James hadn’t been planning on coming home with a dog that day. ”Got to him just in time.” Surely she knew what they did to the older dogs. Everyone else wanted pups.

He gave Merlin a look. Stupid dog. ~~He loved that stupid dog.~~ And James was still looking at the Great Dane when Amur responded. He cracked a bit of a grin at her comment. Well it was posed as a question, but he chose only to answer with a smile. Very good. Though generally speaking, he wouldn’t let a student get away with such comments… These were different, they weren’t coming from a place of sass. Instead, they showed backbone and courage. And she was right, of course. So the knowing smile stayed in place. And that was as close to a “yes you’re right” that she’d get out of him.

”No,” he replied still grinning a tad. ”Only the interesting ones,” that wasn’t entirely true. He answered questions, it was his role to answer them as she had pointed out. Maybe not in the way people wanted them to be answered, but he wasn’t very conventional.

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ArianaBlack Assistant Forum Manager Quibbler & Newbie Mod Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: #6e5f57 \|#ff5470 Posts: 13,705 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alfie Adair Hufflepuff Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Laini Gracae-Ryans Slytherin Second Year x10 x1	doesn't proofread tweets \| #wrongaboutcereal \| #siriusly? \| emo to the extremo SPOILER!!: amur is who i want to be when i grow up Quote: Originally Posted by Tazenhani Amur's exchange of bewildered looks with the bird was put on hold for a brief moment as the Professor answered her. Turning her head over her shoulder, she eyed him with perhaps the most suspicion that she had since their little encounter had begun. Did it matter to her that he was a Professor? An adult she was supposed to respect and hup-to whatever he said? Not in the least. He was a person, and people were to be held accountable regardless of age or position. Adults especially, given they were supposed to know better, yet often were the absolute worst. Amur often wondered if the knowing coincided with the worst. She waved the celery a bit absently at the Augurey. "So.....you mean to say that you don't know where they came from?" That's what it sounded like. "They were here, by someone else's hands and you just....didn't ask any questions?" Okay, so that sounded a bit like an accusation, likely because it was an accusation. The crups got a long side-eye. If he knew where they came from, it was likely he knew where the others came from, but then why didn't he say so? At the mention of his own pet, however, Amur's suspicion faltered and her head whipped around to see the big dog lazily lying about. A small smile permeated her knotted expression. "Where's he from?" Or was that another 'do not tell' source? The most curious note however, was when he asked her about asking so many questions. That got him a raised eyebrow and a long, hard look. Almost as if she was expecting to see someone else standing in his shoes. "First off, I'm a student and your a Professor. Isn't it my role to ask questions and yours to answer?" Or did he not appreciate education in that way? Turning to face him more fully, Amur tilted her head. *"Do you always answer* so many questions?" And yet again he had managed to do something wrong. There was always something with this one, wasn’t there? Though this was really the first time he was getting to know her, he was sure it was the right assumption to make. Barefoot was interesting. In a good way. When she finally spoke up and voiced her concern, he gave her a curious look. ”You don’t trust me,” it wasn’t a question. More of a statement. Not one that bothered him enough to get an explanation out of him. He liked keeping things interesting. Owing explanations? Not his thing. ”I keep their records on file, if you ever want to check me on it.” That’s the most she was getting. Of course he knew where they came from. Not that he got to choose them himself, obviously, but he had records. Not questions that needed to be asked, but ones that he had. James was curious by nature. Complete answers were always needed, but not always given. Sometimes one had to pry. And if Barefoot was so curious, she could come pry. Again he watched her curiously, noting how quickly her expression changed from one of suspicion to one of admiration. It was the same look she had on her face when he had first caught her feeding the horses. A clear indication that being around animals is where she felt safest. Or maybe that was an accusation too. ”He was up for adoption at the local shelter,” James hadn’t been planning on coming home with a dog that day. ”Got to him just in time.” Surely she knew what they did to the older dogs. Everyone else wanted pups. He gave Merlin a look. Stupid dog. ~~He loved that stupid dog.~~ And James was still looking at the Great Dane when Amur responded. He cracked a bit of a grin at her comment. Well it was posed as a question, but he chose only to answer with a smile. Very good. Though generally speaking, he wouldn’t let a student get away with such comments… These were different, they weren’t coming from a place of sass. Instead, they showed backbone and courage. And she was right, of course. So the knowing smile stayed in place. And that was as close to a “yes you’re right” that she’d get out of him. ”No,” he replied still grinning a tad. ”Only the interesting ones,” that wasn’t entirely true. He answered questions, it was his role to answer them as she had pointed out. Maybe not in the way people wanted them to be answered, but he wasn’t very conventional. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Lemon**!