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hermionesclone · 06-16-2016, 01:28 AM

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Originally Posted by Nc.Ap.

Mason was about to knock again, her hand already raised to smack on the wood once more, when a 'Come in!' came from inside.

Clearing her throat slightly, Mason ran her speech through in her mind again, she had the perfect response for every scenario worked out and she was going to convince him if need be. When she was sure that she was ready, Mason grabbed at the door's handle and pushed it open. She smoothed down her robes once more and mustered the most serious look that she could manage before strutting into the office.

The office wasn't at all what Mason would have expected from Hawt-Hirsh. All sleek orange-and-teal. . . very stiff looking. She had expected it to look like a the Bat-cave or at least some weird Japanese coffee-and-tattoo parlor. . . hmmm.

His Hawtness himself also looked less than pleased, something Mason rarely saw him as. . . and his feet. . . "I don't think that that's a very Professor-y thing to do. Sets a bad example for impressionable little minds like myself. " Joking of course, her Hobbit-legs probably wouldn't even reach the desk.

"Anywayyyy, I didn't come here to scold you on your etiquette, Professor. I have something very important to discuss with you." Duh, or else she would just have done it on her own.

Still with her serious-face, Mason made her way closer to the desk, arms crossed over her chest. She was hoping to go for the-'I'm an adult and you should take me seriously'-look. But her snort ruined that, she was sure. Merlin, that photograph was hilarious. Uncrossing her arms and reaching out to the picture that sat on Hirsh's desk, Mason couldn't help but snicker at it. "Nice jumpers you got there, Professor. . ." Why he had it on his desk though, she had no idea. Maybe it was a like a reminder to never talk to the person that made him wear that ever again? Maybe. . .

So many distractions!

Clearing her throat and putting down the picture, Mason tried regaining her former seriousness. "As I was saying. . . I have a very important matter to discuss with you." Yes, he knows by now, "I want to become an Auror, and I want you to help me." There, blunt-ish and to the point-ish. . .

The man waited, watching the door expectantly to see if anyone was going to come bursting in with their questions. Time was ticking and yet, the door remained shut. Really? This wasn't another prank, was it? The last time, he had a gift left for him just outside his door and if thhis led to something similar, the man would have no complaints. But if he was made to leave his classroom for no reason, he might not be too ha-

Oh, a student.

About time, too.

He watched her as she looked around, silently wondering if she was going to comment on the decor of the place in the same way that Dante liked to. But no. Instead, she was telling him off? In his own office? Anyone else would've probably had a thing or two to say about that, they might've even told the visitor off for thinking they had a say about someone else's etiquette in their own environment, but Hirsch was different. Hirsch was, well, Hirsch. No harsh words or frowns were in place, instead, the only thing to come out of his mouth was a burst of laughter. "I see. Are you telling me you're an impressionable type of person?" Because he didn't expect her to be but, for her sake, he'd set his feet down and sit up a little straighter.

And then the waiting game continued.

The serious look on Miss Stevens' face was amusing, to say the least, but he figured he'd at least wait to hear whatever it is that she had to say. It might've been important otherwise she wouldn't look so-

Oh no.

Oh no oh no oh no!

Try as he might, but there was nothing cool about the expression on the man's face when he realised what it is that the young Slytherin had noticed. It was embarrassing that she had noticed the picture and even more so that she had found it funny. Remind him to change it as soon as possible? But for now...... "Yeah, my mum has a knack of embarrassing me. In this case, in the form of hideous Christmas jumpers." It was a particularly sentimental picture because it was the last time the whole family had been together but he wasn't about to mention that.

Oh, were they back to the topic at hand? Good. Because he was getting too curious for his own good. At her words, a big smile broke over Hirsch's face, one that displayed his dimples perfectly beneath his scruff. It was as if somebody had told him that he was about to get a medal in his services to the subject he taught. Or, well, free coffee. "Amazing! Excellent career path, I must say." Could she tell how happy he was about this? "Did you want some extra Auror training outside of your classes? I'm doing the same with a few other students who want to be Aurors as well."

06-16-2016, 01:28 AM	#38 (permalink)
hermionesclone Gladrags Mod DMC & DMAC Pogrebin Join Date: May 2009 Location: London Posts: 32,843 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexander River Hirsch Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: -- x11 x11	urine trouble \| Pat's Strong Confident Other Half \| Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse Quote: Originally Posted by Nc.Ap. Mason was about to knock again, her hand already raised to smack on the wood once more, when a 'Come in!' came from inside. Clearing her throat slightly, Mason ran her speech through in her mind again, she had the perfect response for every scenario worked out and she was going to convince him if need be. When she was sure that she was ready, Mason grabbed at the door's handle and pushed it open. She smoothed down her robes once more and mustered the most serious look that she could manage before strutting into the office. The office wasn't at all what Mason would have expected from Hawt-Hirsh. All sleek orange-and-teal. . . very stiff looking. She had expected it to look like a the Bat-cave or at least some weird Japanese coffee-and-tattoo parlor. . . hmmm. His Hawtness himself also looked less than pleased, something Mason rarely saw him as. . . and his feet. . . "I don't think that that's a very Professor-y thing to do. Sets a bad example for impressionable little minds like myself. " Joking of course, her Hobbit-legs probably wouldn't even reach the desk. "Anywayyyy, I didn't come here to scold you on your etiquette, Professor. I have something very important to discuss with you." Duh, or else she would just have done it on her own. Still with her serious-face, Mason made her way closer to the desk, arms crossed over her chest. She was hoping to go for the-'I'm an adult and you should take me seriously'-look. But her snort ruined that, she was sure. Merlin, that photograph was hilarious. Uncrossing her arms and reaching out to the picture that sat on Hirsh's desk, Mason couldn't help but snicker at it. "Nice jumpers you got there, Professor. . ." Why he had it on his desk though, she had no idea. Maybe it was a like a reminder to never talk to the person that made him wear that ever again? Maybe. . . So many distractions! Clearing her throat and putting down the picture, Mason tried regaining her former seriousness. "As I was saying. . . I have a very important matter to discuss with you." Yes, he knows by now, "I want to become an Auror, and I want you to help me." There, blunt-ish and to the point-ish. . . The man waited, watching the door expectantly to see if anyone was going to come bursting in with their questions. Time was ticking and yet, the door remained shut. Really? This wasn't another prank, was it? The last time, he had a gift left for him just outside his door and if thhis led to something similar, the man would have no complaints. But if he was made to leave his classroom for no reason, he might not be too ha- Oh, a student. About time, too. He watched her as she looked around, silently wondering if she was going to comment on the decor of the place in the same way that Dante liked to. But no. Instead, she was telling him off? In his own office? Anyone else would've probably had a thing or two to say about that, they might've even told the visitor off for thinking they had a say about someone else's etiquette in their own environment, but Hirsch was different. Hirsch was, well, Hirsch. No harsh words or frowns were in place, instead, the only thing to come out of his mouth was a burst of laughter. "I see. Are you telling me you're an impressionable type of person?" Because he didn't expect her to be but, for her sake, he'd set his feet down and sit up a little straighter. And then the waiting game continued. The serious look on Miss Stevens' face was amusing, to say the least, but he figured he'd at least wait to hear whatever it is that she had to say. It might've been important otherwise she wouldn't look so- Oh no. Oh no oh no oh no! Try as he might, but there was nothing cool about the expression on the man's face when he realised what it is that the young Slytherin had noticed. It was embarrassing that she had noticed the picture and even more so that she had found it funny. Remind him to change it as soon as possible? But for now...... "Yeah, my mum has a knack of embarrassing me. In this case, in the form of hideous Christmas jumpers." It was a particularly sentimental picture because it was the last time the whole family had been together but he wasn't about to mention that. Oh, were they back to the topic at hand? Good. Because he was getting too curious for his own good. At her words, a big smile broke over Hirsch's face, one that displayed his dimples perfectly beneath his scruff. It was as if somebody had told him that he was about to get a medal in his services to the subject he taught. Or, well, free coffee. "Amazing! Excellent career path, I must say." Could she tell how happy he was about this? "Did you want some extra Auror training outside of your classes? I'm doing the same with a few other students who want to be Aurors as well." __________________