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Originally Posted by RandomRaven
And then there was another student coming to him. "Ah, Miss Skeeter." The CoMC Professor nodded at her. "How was the ride? I hope you enjoyed it." Because at first, this Hufflepuff student refused to ride the horses due to her phobia or something. At first, Jordan thought that she's gonna ask about more ride but apparently not. "Yes, you could. The barn is opened anytime when you want to visit the horses and learn about their grooming technique." .................................................. ...............
The Hufflepuff's eyes widened, her moral compass in complete jeopardy and trying to weasel her way out of not gaining some unnecessary karmic debt for lying to a professor...but if there was something she was good at it was taking words literally and, technically speaking, the man had not asked her specifically about how her ride which was nonexistent but just a ride in the general sense... completely ignoring that yes, her ride was implied in his words but the Hufflepuff was looking for the silver lining of a way out.
Genny had certainly enjoyed it...sooooo...
"Riveting and enjoyable," she replied through a gritted smile as she got her backpack back on. "Thank you, professor. I'll make an appointment with you sometime."
And then, before her conscious could make her word vomit all over him like had happened every single summer at Scribbulus, she offered the man one last fleeting smile and small wave before heading back towards the castle. Saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaafe.
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