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Kimothy · 06-30-2016, 01:05 PM

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Originally Posted by hermionesclone

That sad face. Hirsch gulped. He had no idea why she was pulling such a face but it was enough to make him feel quite bad, regardless. And, frankly, it came as a surprise. Surely, he hadn't said anything that bad that warranted the sad look? He opened his mouth to ask her, but she went on to say something else.

Oh, Quidditch. "Really?" he asked, an impressed look on his face, "That's really impressive. I hope you get free perks from that, what with being related to her and all." The idea sounded nice to him, even if he wasn't entirely obsessed with the sport. Miss-Laughing-Woman-On-Poster? Hirsch couldn't help but let out a laugh at that nickname. A hearty, throwing-his-head-back type of laughter. Could he call Ariadne that? "Possibly. They'd have met each other on the pitch, I bet. I might even go as far as to say that your aunt has tried to unseat....... Miss-Laughing-Woman-On-Poster from her broom before." It was part of the job, wasn't it?

Of all the things he thought he might have been approached about, he didn't expect it to be about this. "Oh!" Surprised? He was. "Yes, of course." To both of her requests, actually. He pulled out his wand, in case, but didn't go into casting anything. "The spell is Piertotum Locomotor. It animates anything that's inanimate and lets you control their movement, whether it be a large statue or a small toy. All you have to do is point your wand at it and concentrate on it moving."

Pause.

"Give it a go and see if you can get it," he said, a small twinkle in his eyes and an encouraging smile on his face.

And no, he didn't mind being bothered. At least, not by his students.

Vivian stared down at her feet as she swayed them back and forth alternately. She didn't really want to make much eye contact with her Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. Not that she got too conscious around him - okay, maybe a little since she turned slightly pink every time in his class - but still her firstie little heart was trying to fix itself from this form of "heartbreak" or whatever it is. However, it was mostly because she was just such a dramatic little eleven year old with a nutter of a father who loved being dramatic too. One could definitely tell where Vivian Iona inherited such quality.

However, she did try to find even just a small trace of comfort from the mention of Quidditch, which she really seemed to enjoy a lot. Also, her aunt Elise being mentioned too was a great distraction from "hearing" her own heart shredded into thin strips. "I do get free tickets to matches sometimes, especially before my aunt went on leave for pregnancy reasons. But now she's back and I hope to see her... and uh, Miss Laughing-Woman-On-Poster, if ever, during the games season," Vivian said and nodded enthusiastically (at the parts that didn't include Hirsch's mystery Quidditch woman, at least). That laugh, though. THAT LAUGH. It was lovely and made the Slytherin genuinely smile a teeny tiiiiiny bit. Nevertheless, still undergoing a serious heartbreak over here.

Just so you know, that "Aunt Elise unseating Miss Laughing-Woman-On-Poster" mention made Vivian laugh a bit. HA. HA. HA. #Fairfield over #Puddlemere any day! Oh, and... "What's her name, Professor? Maybe my aunt would recognise her if I gave her a name instead of calling her Miss Laughing-Woman-On-Poster. Seems like a mouthful, really." But honestly, Vivian wasn't interested on knowing the woman's name. She just needed it for reasons that Professor Pretty Hirsch need not know. Ahem.

Tooooootally innocent, this girl.

Moving on the charm on the toy dog, Vivian was sort of surprised that he wanted her to do it without him even demonstrating. What if she failed? IN FRONT OF HIM? ALONE? Terrible! Terribly embarrassing! She blinked at him to see if he was being serious. Maybe it was just a joke! But, nah... he was serious. She had to do it and of course, she wasn't so sure of herself, really. "I... I'll try to, Professor. I'm sorry if I fail miserably. Please don't kick me out of your office and send me to the Charms Professor instead." Horrible idea, actually. Hopefully Hirsch knew that.

The Slytherin took out her wand from her pocket and sort of tapped it on the man's desk. Well, here goes... nothing? There was no turning back at this point. She was already HERE. Piertotum Locomotor? Was that it? She hoped so. Vivian pointed her wand at her toy dog, which she placed on the Professor's desk, and concentrated in trying to make it move. "P-Piertotum... Locomotor," she said, still pointing at the inanimate dog. The toy sort of winced and wagged its tail twice before freezing and ultimately losing its "life".

She stared at Hirsch and blinked. "I tried?" Well, that wasn't much of a failure though... right?

06-30-2016, 01:05 PM	#45 (permalink)
Kimothy Moke Join Date: Aug 2011 Location: nickle's back pocket Posts: 8,921 Hogwarts RPG Name: Astrid Grimaldi Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nikita Vitvinina-Grahn Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Ascella Archer Hufflepuff Fifth Year x12	Kimothée Chalamet • The UWU Agenda • Once Baby, Now Trouble • All Growed Up Quote: Originally Posted by hermionesclone That sad face. Hirsch gulped. He had no idea why she was pulling such a face but it was enough to make him feel quite bad, regardless. And, frankly, it came as a surprise. Surely, he hadn't said anything that bad that warranted the sad look? He opened his mouth to ask her, but she went on to say something else. Oh, Quidditch. "Really?" he asked, an impressed look on his face, "That's really impressive. I hope you get free perks from that, what with being related to her and all." The idea sounded nice to him, even if he wasn't entirely obsessed with the sport. Miss-Laughing-Woman-On-Poster? Hirsch couldn't help but let out a laugh at that nickname. A hearty, throwing-his-head-back type of laughter. Could he call Ariadne that? "Possibly. They'd have met each other on the pitch, I bet. I might even go as far as to say that your aunt has tried to unseat....... Miss-Laughing-Woman-On-Poster from her broom before." It was part of the job, wasn't it? Of all the things he thought he might have been approached about, he didn't expect it to be about this. "Oh!" Surprised? He was. "Yes, of course." To both of her requests, actually. He pulled out his wand, in case, but didn't go into casting anything. "The spell is Piertotum Locomotor. It animates anything that's inanimate and lets you control their movement, whether it be a large statue or a small toy. All you have to do is point your wand at it and concentrate on it moving." Pause. "Give it a go and see if you can get it," he said, a small twinkle in his eyes and an encouraging smile on his face. And no, he didn't mind being bothered. At least, not by his students. Vivian stared down at her feet as she swayed them back and forth alternately. She didn't really want to make much eye contact with her Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor. Not that she got too conscious around him - okay, maybe a little since she turned slightly pink every time in his class - but still her firstie little heart was trying to fix itself from this form of "heartbreak" or whatever it is. However, it was mostly because she was just such a dramatic little eleven year old with a nutter of a father who loved being dramatic too. One could definitely tell where Vivian Iona inherited such quality. However, she did try to find even just a small trace of comfort from the mention of Quidditch, which she really seemed to enjoy a lot. Also, her aunt Elise being mentioned too was a great distraction from "hearing" her own heart shredded into thin strips. "I do get free tickets to matches sometimes, especially before my aunt went on leave for pregnancy reasons. But now she's back and I hope to see her... and uh, Miss Laughing-Woman-On-Poster, if ever, during the games season," Vivian said and nodded enthusiastically (at the parts that didn't include Hirsch's mystery Quidditch woman, at least). That laugh, though. THAT LAUGH. It was lovely and made the Slytherin genuinely smile a teeny tiiiiiny bit. Nevertheless, still undergoing a serious heartbreak over here. Just so you know, that "Aunt Elise unseating Miss Laughing-Woman-On-Poster" mention made Vivian laugh a bit. HA. HA. HA. #Fairfield over #Puddlemere any day! Oh, and... "What's her name, Professor? Maybe my aunt would recognise her if I gave her a name instead of calling her Miss Laughing-Woman-On-Poster. Seems like a mouthful, really." But honestly, Vivian wasn't interested on knowing the woman's name. She just needed it for reasons that Professor Pretty Hirsch need not know. Ahem. Tooooootally innocent, this girl. Moving on the charm on the toy dog, Vivian was sort of surprised that he wanted her to do it without him even demonstrating. What if she failed? IN FRONT OF HIM? ALONE? Terrible! Terribly embarrassing! She blinked at him to see if he was being serious. Maybe it was just a joke! But, nah... he was serious. She had to do it and of course, she wasn't so sure of herself, really. "I... I'll try to, Professor. I'm sorry if I fail miserably. Please don't kick me out of your office and send me to the Charms Professor instead." Horrible idea, actually. Hopefully Hirsch knew that. The Slytherin took out her wand from her pocket and sort of tapped it on the man's desk. Well, here goes... nothing? There was no turning back at this point. She was already HERE. Piertotum Locomotor? Was that it? She hoped so. Vivian pointed her wand at her toy dog, which she placed on the Professor's desk, and concentrated in trying to make it move. "P-Piertotum... Locomotor," she said, still pointing at the inanimate dog. The toy sort of winced and wagged its tail twice before freezing and ultimately losing its "life". She stared at Hirsch and blinked. "I tried?" Well, that wasn't much of a failure though... right? __________________ It's so magical, feeling that no one's got a hold_______________________________ ___________________________________And the whole wide world is whistling...