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DaniDiNardo · 06-01-2016, 02:21 PM

SPOILER!!: This guy :3

Why? Was it him or was he answering this question a lot? Honestly, the boy must have gone through this explanation a million times. Were it not for the...overly colourful nature of his notepad, Blaise might have simply offered it to the Professor to read. Then he'd get a better understanding. Only problem was how creative his quill got with words; the man might end up more confused by the time he was through reading...so explanation it was. "Magic. I skip all classes that have magic in them or I'll make due. It was easier my First Year. If you smile wide enough for your dimples to show and use your smallest voice, older girls will feel sorry for you and cast spells for you." Pretty much how he'd gotten through the lessons that had magic sneak up on him. "It doesn't work nearly as much anymore. The dimples are still there but the small voice is leaving and the girls are bat and nutter crazy so they're just as likely to claw your eyes out as they are to help you so I make due in other ways."

Which brought him to the second part of the question. "She'd consider you all the more incompetent or simply a liar." But perhaps he should have explained that before he insulted the man or made his mum seem horrid. "It's not you, it's that she knows I don't ever use magic. If you tell her I do well in my classes but not in dueling...it'll sound....odd to her....because she knows different." Because HOW could he be doing well when he didn't even have his wand present and his report card said different. Clearly she was reading into it too deeply.

The mention of the Dark Arts only got the smallest fidget from the boy. "They know. My Grand Aunt teaches there now and my uncles and cousins went there. Mum and Dad think they've turned out well--one's an Auror now. They like it for the discipline." But he....wasn't so sold. You lost him at Dark Arts. You lost him at a place where they could physically force you to use magic and the rules were suddenly straight as an arrow.

Blaise perked up. The man was understanding. This sounded promising. "Of course, Professor, I'd never skip your lesson. I tolerate the magic and it doesn't happen all the time." When it did, the boy simply found his way around. "We don't need her finding out. She'll have Dad give me summer lessons again, she'll take my quills and I'm almost sure she's half way done those transfer forms. I need her to think I'm doing okay and that everything is fine. It's just a little white lie and anyway, you don't REALLY wanna see me running and ducking for my life every time you put me in the arena. It's gotta be embarrassing to watch."

06-01-2016, 02:21 PM	#29 (permalink)
DaniDiNardo MO & DMLE Crup Join Date: May 2012 Location: Over here! (GMT -5) Posts: 17,240 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12	Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite SPOILER!!: This guy :3 Quote: Originally Posted by hermionesclone Wait. Hold on. INCOMPETENT?! The word rang in his ears and no level of self restraint could stop him from frowning at the boy. Surely, he wasn't that bad at this teaching business and he was confident that he knew more than enough about defence. A lot more than being called incompetent. Psh. Like the mature man that he was, he was going to ignore this. "Why do you not like attending your lessons?" Was Blaise trying to portray a bad boy status? Possibly to impress someone? Because he was going about it the wrong way. And he wasn't about to suggest the right way to it either so he was going to stop that thought train in its tracks. "I mean, if I mention that you're more than capable in lessons but that the Dueling Club is different and is causing a strain on you, would that work?" He knew his own mother, after all. Oh. Wow. This sounded a lot like the case of overprotective mothers. Really. "Durmstrang's a good school as well," He should know, he went there and even taught there for a while. *"But I don't think that's the right way to go. I mean, Durmstrang sometimes focuses on the Dark* Arts. It's a lot more intense, especially in the combat field."** If that was what he was going after. A bargain? Paying him to lie? To the kid's mother? "So you're still going to attend my lessons? You just want to drop out of the club without notifying your mother on dropping out?" Pause. "What happens if she finds out?" Why? Was it him or was he answering this question a lot? Honestly, the boy must have gone through this explanation a million times. Were it not for the...overly colourful nature of his notepad, Blaise might have simply offered it to the Professor to read. Then he'd get a better understanding. Only problem was how creative his quill got with words; the man might end up more confused by the time he was through reading...so explanation it was. "Magic. I skip all classes that have magic in them or I'll make due. It was easier my First Year. If you smile wide enough for your dimples to show and use your smallest voice, older girls will feel sorry for you and cast spells for you." Pretty much how he'd gotten through the lessons that had magic sneak up on him. "It doesn't work nearly as much anymore. The dimples are still there but the small voice is leaving and the girls are bat and nutter crazy so they're just as likely to claw your eyes out as they are to help you so I make due in other ways." Which brought him to the second part of the question. "She'd consider you all the more incompetent or simply a liar." But perhaps he should have explained that before he insulted the man or made his mum seem horrid. "It's not you, it's that she knows I don't ever use magic. If you tell her I do well in my classes but not in dueling...it'll sound....odd to her....because she knows different." Because HOW could he be doing well when he didn't even have his wand present and his report card said different. Clearly she was reading into it too deeply. The mention of the Dark Arts only got the smallest fidget from the boy. "They know. My Grand Aunt teaches there now and my uncles and cousins went there. Mum and Dad think they've turned out well--one's an Auror now. They like it for the discipline." But he....wasn't so sold. You lost him at Dark Arts. You lost him at a place where they could physically force you to use magic and the rules were suddenly straight as an arrow. Blaise perked up. The man was understanding. This sounded promising. "Of course, Professor, I'd never skip your lesson. I tolerate the magic and it doesn't happen all the time." When it did, the boy simply found his way around. "We don't need her finding out. She'll have Dad give me summer lessons again, she'll take my quills and I'm almost sure she's half way done those transfer forms. I need her to think I'm doing okay and that everything is fine. It's just a little white lie and anyway, you don't REALLY wanna see me running and ducking for my life every time you put me in the arena. It's gotta be embarrassing to watch." __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.