 Sassenach | RAVENPUFF | Sing me a song of a lass that is gone | bookDRAGON | #awkwardturtle<#
"Thank you M-Miss Tyler," Art said to the young Ravenclaw who had closed the door for him in his time of need.
And he just had to chuckle at Miss Darcy's words. He nodded "Okay w-well I'll-I'll let you know if I'm f-feeling a little off and-and you can fetch her for me, Miss Darcy." How lovely!
Art was back at his desk looking over at the students. And his eyes paused on one Miss Stevens. He watched in curiosity as she dumped the contents of her bag out, pointed her wand at it, put the shell in and then... stomped on it! He blinked. Great Scott! He watched her work and was eager to see what the result was. He was just as glad as she was when it turned out her method had WORKED. He sent a little clap her way for being so resourceful. Some of those little elbows couldn't quite get the strength to crush the shells, but it hadn't stopped her. Or, so he thought was the reason, anyway.
Art chuckled at Miss Phillips' reply, and then Mr Meriwether's. "Well we'll... j-just hope that you don't turn out as-as old as THIS old fart," he said, indicating himself with another chuckle. No, Mr SOLO, apparently. Well, he didn't mind being referred to as 'not lame'. And he was even happier to see them pair up, although... hmm. He'd keep a bit of a closer eye on those two, as much as he WAS looking forward to the potions they were to brew together.
Miss Moss was there instructing Miss Denaker on how to prepare the ingredients. The young lady was surely a little potioneer! He made a mental note to add her to the list of his students he was keeping an eye on, for any groundbreaking Potion discovery moments. He even let out a little laugh as Miss Denaker's piece of tortoise shell went PLOP by his feet. He was most thankful the young lady was able to get it herself, as it would have taken a long time for Art to manage. And gloves!
Art was watching Miss Atwater work, and was concerned for her a moment there when she appeared to have missed a step, or perhaps done something out of the instructions? But she seemed to recover okay. He even chuckled at the comment she made. "Well it wasn't err... pleasant," he said.
He heard Miss Valentine asking about more red wine. "Oh th-that's okay," he said. Spills were a part of potions. "There's p-p-plenty more up here, Miss Valentine, h-help yourself." He assumed she'd be okay to clean it up, either with a cloth or a spell.
"M-Miss Summers is ev-everything alright?" Art asked the Lioness.
Another glance around the classroom managed to catch Art's eye. Something flying through the air, towards Mr Winchester. Art watched as the young man donned a pair of GLOVES! "Most ingenious Mr Winchester," Art commented towards him with a thumbs up. Well, mostly a thumbs up. He couldn't lift his arm or his thumb too high at the moment. He also wasn't the only one with gloved. Art's eyes caught another pair, being donned by Miss Andrews, who also got a thumbs up and a "Good thought there."
More throat clearing, more doing ANYTHING he possibly could to get away from this young lady, who... didn't seem to notice the man's DISCOMFORT. He looked around the ceiling. "Err w-we-well Mi-Miss Ket-Kettleburn as.. as... as a..a...a woman err ge-gets a b-bit ol-older she might err... well..." he swallowed uncomfortably. Oh look, there was a speck of dust floating around. He focused on it, his eyes moving around. "Err... her-her body might uhhh... m-might just develop." Throat clear. "S-so y-yes err it-it uhhh it m-might do uhhh some... some uhh... growth in p-particular AREAS, yes," GREAT SCOTT WAS THIS CONVERSATION OVER YET?
Muggle ways were always optimised by Art, and he was very pleased to see one student using the muggle methods. "I like your style young man," he said to Mr Bellaire. And he wasn't the only one! Mr Prince there also cleaned it the old muggle way. He also got a "Good job there," from Art. He even watched, very impressed, as the young man went about preparing his ingredients with great care.
Miss Johanson seemed to be off with the fairies, a place Art often frequented himself. He chuckled at what he thought he heard. Something about heavy arms. Yes, lots of stirring! He was even more pleased when she pulled out a book! What a good way to pass the time. Even Miss Kennedy there looked away with her thoughts, and Art felt a pang of sadness for the young lady.
Newton-sensei would only be said by one student! Expectedly, Art looked up to see Mr Reed with his hand raised. He lifted his eyebrows as he listened to the question and then nodded. He should have said! "You may use wh-whichever you like, Mr Reed, but-but good question!" This one was DILIGENT.
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