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Originally Posted by Callie "What?" Hadley asked, shooting Draper a questioning look as she stood up. "My being out of uniform? Already talked that through with Mr. Kitridge." She dusted off her robes and sighed. Besides, she'd rather fall through a frozen lake rather than be stuck here like this. With him.
And if he meant the whole giving him a ballet audition sign-up, well that was just her trying to nurture his obvious love of dance. Hadley had to turn away from the man to hide the smirk that wanted to spread across her lips. There had to be a way to get the door open, and she had to be the one to find it, because Drapes was proving just how useless he was. Why the school hired him over the multitudes of competent choices she imagined tried out for the job, Hadley Denaker didn't know. But they did. And she was stuck in here with him... " Do you love me? I can really move. Do you love me? I'm in the groove. Now, do you love me? " She sang softly to herself. This was one of the rare times she didn't have her enchanted iPod with her, and the girl wanted music while investigated the door for a way to get it open. By herself. " Do you love me? Now that I can dance. "
The heavy wooden door wasn't budging, so there was only one thing to do. Hadley stepped back, still singing softly to herself. " I can mash potato. I can do the twist. Now tell me baby, do you like it like this? Tell me. Do you love me? Now that I can dance. BOMBARDA!"
Nothing happened of course. She still hadn't quite got the hang of that spell. "You could help Drape-y boy." Yes, she needed to point that out. Obviously. She was a second year witch and he was an adult ballet wizard...so, while she'd more or less used up her tricks, he probably had some he could do.
And while she waited, she was just gonna sit as far from him as possible and entertain herself by singing. Dancing songs. No, he couldn't care less about her uniform or lack thereof. Actually, he didn't care about that at all. He didn't even care about the ballet flyer. Yes, it bothered him but he wouldn't be willing to admit it. "No, but you're getting warmer." Ish. She was still off. It had nothing to do with the uniform and surely she knew that. She was Ravenclaw, that meant she had to be bright.
The most frustrating part was her blatant disregard for respect. There was a fine line between teasing a Professor and being straight up rude. Hady Denaker had crossed the line. She was so far past the line, for that matter, that the line didn't even look like a line anymore. She couldn't even see the line anymore. The line was a dot to her. That's how far she had crossed over it.
He only looked up again when she spoke to him once more. NOPE. Finally he set his book down on the table, pushing it to the side. That was it. She had really crossed the line. "I'm your Professor, Denaker." This wasn't fun and games anymore, by the way. "I can skip warnings and deducting points," points were child's play. "And go straight to assigning detentions." Hady always started at strike two to begin with, but clearly he had let this go on for far too long. 'Drapey boy' was where he ended this.
Get it? Got it? Good.
Though he didn't like her anymore than she liked him, he would respect her as a student so long as she kept up the part of respecting him as a Professor. And if not, he liked assigning detentions. Also this door situation could wait. If needed, he could always send a patronus to phone a friend.
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