 Sassenach | RAVENPUFF | Sing me a song of a lass that is gone | bookDRAGON | #awkwardturtle<#
"Thank you Miss Meadows," Art said to the young student who had helped reveal the ingredients. He gave her a little clap of appreciation.
Art watched as one Miss Kettleburn approached him. He leaned in slightly, to offer his ear. It seemed she had a question... but GREAT SCOTT he was not expecting THAT. His eyes widened and he inhaled with shock, which started a fit of coughing. He had been able to point his face away from his student, avoiding the coughing on her face. Nobody liked that. He coughed, coughed, coughed into his hand, trying to get his bearings.
DID SHE JUST ASK WHAT HE THOUGHT SHE DID?
Yes, it appeared so.
He took a few big gulps of water, his hand shaking as he did so. He cleared his throat, and wondered if he might be able to just... poof away? No? He sighed and looked at the young lady. "My dear young lady, th-there... er... there's no-no need to want to m-mature so quickly." He didn't want to answer that question, not one BIT. HOW would he answer it?! Even if his own DAUGHTER had asked him that question he'd not have known what to reply.
"Beard whipping?" Art asked Miss Fairfield, intrigued. What was this? Some form of... of punishment? Or some new fad the children were doing these days? Well, not children if it involved bears, surely? He nodded with a smile "Perhaps we can, indeed." He watched her delight as she cast her scouring charm, and gave her a little clap. Well done!
As she showed him the hairy fungus mash, he nodded "It looks perfect," he noted. But um... now she needed help with the tortoise shell... he sighed and got down from his chair. He knew this was bound to happen. With his walking stick in hand, he took very slow, careful steps over to her. His stick shaking slightly as he put his weight on it, his feet doing an elderly shuffle. He propped the stick against a nearby chair and managed to take the pestle and give the tortoise shell a big whack, breaking it into shards. "S-see if that makes it ab-a bit easier."
Art was touched that his students were concerned for his well being. He offered Miss Lynch a smile and a warm "Thank you," before she went off to find a seat near the front. He knew that she would have no problem brewing the potion.
Back at the desk, Art looked over to the source of the word 'Professor'. His eyes fell upon the young lad who had asked a fantastic question, that brought a grin to Art's face. "Good question Mr Fletcher! The red wine is a-a bit of a preservative, so it lasts... ohh ab-about 5 or 6 months."
A hand was in the air, and Art looked towards Miss Guidry who asked about whether the potion slowed the movement down. He chuckled and nodded. "It certainly does. It took me three times as-as long to sit down before lesson." He chuckled again. It wasn't something he was looking forward to, this getting old thing. At least not for his body.
Although Art completely understood the desire to work solo, as he usually did, he was very happy to see Miss Kim and Miss Duchannes working so well together. Team work was an important skill! And was that Miss Denaker and Miss Moss teaming up over there?
"Goggles! Good thinking Miss Umbridge," Art said to the young Gryffindor, who had been thinking of SAFETY!
Another hand in the air got Art's attention, and he looked to see Mr Meriwether waving about with a question. He grinned! "You certainly can if-if you'd like to!" As tired as his old bones were, it was quite the experience.
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