Text Cut: Roderik Hirsch, breaking eleven year old hearts since 2090
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hermionesclone His eyes had just been gazing over the section about a new sea creature said to be lurking near the Pacific Ocean when the sound of a voice caught him off guard. He glanced up towards the door, taking note of the young girl that was standing there with a familiar stuffed toy!dog in her hands. "Good morning, Miss Fairfield," he said, smiling in her direction and placing the magazine down. He also sat up a little to give her his fullest attention. "I'm not busy. Please take a seat." And maybe she could continue with whatever it was she was about to say?
Or not.
His expression changed somewhat at that question and he glanced between her and the picture of Ariadne on the door. Er. Considering the girl's age, there was very little the man could say about who the laughing girl on the door was. After all, the last thing he wanted was for Howlers to come pouring in from concerned parents about him mentally scarring their little daughter with adult talks. There was only so much he could say.
Gulp.
This was hard.
"Well," he started, "She's a Quidditch player. She's the Seeker for Puddlemere United. We're very good friends and, for my birthday, she decided to prank me by plastering my office. This is her idea of a birthday present." An amused smile crossed his face and he even shook his head. Ariadne Grahn was something else.
"What was it you were saying?" Here's hoping this would distract her from what it is that he was saying.
Huh. Right. Birthday present. Laughing woman poster. RIIIIIIGHT. Vivian Fairfield was not going to fall for THAT, Professor Pretty Hirsch. Although, she didn't really want to dig in deeper into such topic. Her firstie heart was hurt. Was this how it felt? To be heartbroken?
If so, she didn't like it anymore. LOVE HURTS.
The blonde went to climb up the seat that was offered to her. "
Yeah... thanks, Professor..." She wasn't going to just stand there and listen to her poor little heart break into pieces, anyway. She did a veeeeeery dramatic sad face, because you know... Hirsch. He needed to know.
The mention of Quidditch got her attention, however. Though it wasn't enough to compensate the "pain" that came with this entire thing, Vivian wasn't the kind to just sulk about in sadness. "
Y'know, my auntie is a Quidditch player too. She's a beater for Pride of Portree and also former captain of Ravenclaw as well, looong looooooong time ago." Yep, Aunt Elise was old. Sorry, not sorry. Twenty five was old, in her opinion. "
Do you think my aunt and Miss Laughing-Woman-On-Poster would know each other, Professor?" Also, Vivi had free tickets to games sometimes. #Perks, obviously.
Anyhow, Vivi was aware that she was getting out of the topic. But still, she liked finding reasons to stay a little longer. Especially in this office, for all the obvious reasons. "
Oh, I was just wondering if you could charm my toy dog for me again, Professor? He stopped moving a couple of weeks ago, and my kneazle Marshmallow is probably starting to get lonely with no company whenever I have class." Yep, loneliness. Another thing Vivi wasn't a fan of, on top of HEARTBREAK. Ahem. Also, she didn't want to reason out why she was here instead of visiting the Charms Professor. Long story, really. Hirsch over everything, except Marshmallows and family and food and yeah okay a lot of other stuff yadayada. "
And if you could teach me the charm too, Professor, so that I don't keep bothering you every other week, it would be lovely." Like his face. Loooovely. Vivian batted her eyelashes at Hirsch. Pleaaaaase?
But paying a visit every fortnight wasn't a bad idea either, just saying. Hehe.