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hermionesclone · 11-02-2016, 02:48 AM

Text Cut: Blaise

No, Hirsch didn't mind the quill one bit. He knew it would be better than to ask the boy to put his quill away. After all, didn't the boy say that if he was in the face of danger, he'd get his quill to record everything in the most heroic way possible?

So yes, the quill could stay. He was just going to ignore it.

If he was completely honest with himself, he half-expected the Gryffindor to give him a sassy answer in return. An answer that was reminiscent of the lesson they had just had. So, when the fourth year actually spoke, Hirsch was actually pleasantly surprised with the answer. Though, he hardly thought it was a joke in any sense but this was a better answer than he had expected so he was going to brush the joke part aside.

"Exactly," he said, nodding his head slightly, "Not only were you talking while I was teaching, which is disrespectful I'll have you know, but you insulted a guest and mocked an apology instead of saying a simple 'I'm sorry'. Which then fuelled another argument and upset quite a few people." Pause. "I don't care what the history behind that mockery was and it doesn't bother me that you dislike the Toussaints but there's a time and a place and a lesson isn't one of them. In these situations, you need to learn to swallow your pride and hold your tongue." Understood?

Deep breaths.

"I...... am going to have to impose some kind of consequence because of this."

Text Cut: Daxton

Quote:

Originally Posted by Felixir

At Hirsch's words, Daxton's own eyes flicked to the the letter on the desk, then back to Hirsch, but gave no other discernible reaction. Inside, however, he began evaluating and analysing the information presented to him. Of course his mother had written to the school; it made sense that she would, and Daxton happened to know that she had made a habit of updating certain people at Hogwarts on his situation quite regularly. It had been her meddling, her interfering that meant that the staff at this infernal school already knew more about him than they needed to, and certainly more than he wanted them to know. The thing about Daxton's mother, was that she did not understand his desire for absolute privacy - nor, apparently, did she realise that he was totally independent, and did not need her or anyone.

There had been a moment of silence after Hirsch had stopped talking, wherein Daxton had simply stared into space, considering his answer. Perhaps it appeared as though he was not going to answer at all, but that was not the case. After half a minute had passed, Daxton retrieved his notebook and muggle ballpoint pen from his pocket, his movements slow and deliberate, and flipped to a fresh page. Balancing the notebook on his knees, he wrote one simple sentence, before holding it up to be read.

'I do not have a mother.'

A lie. Or was it really a lie? She was his mother, but only because he had agreed to it, and if one could agree to something, they could surely later change their mind. No, he did not have a mother; he had someone who pretended to be a mother, and then who fell ill, who refused to be healed properly, who was willing to abandon him - in more ways than one - just like all the rest had done, because she was no different. Not really.

Daxton waited for a moment for that to be read, then turned the notebook back to himself, wrote something on the next line, and repeated the action of showing the page to Hirsch. His face remained devoid of emotion.

'And I do not need help from anyone.'

It turned out that he wasn't going to get any kind of reaction from Daxton Prince. He would be lying if he said that he hadn't been expecting a blank expression but this was stretching it a little. Was the boy that disinterested in whatever it is he had to say? This was all very important, surely a reaction was necessary?

.......... Which he then got. In the form of a note.

Hirsch was curious to see whatever it was that the boy was writing down but as soon as he read the words, he deflated slightly. He didn't have a mother?! That was harsh, wasn't it? "The woman who's been looking after you all these years isn't your mother?" He found this hard to believe and his tone, along his with the expression on his face, could plainly tell that that was the case. However, he marched onwards. "Well, your mother is concerned. She wants you to see someone with whom you can talk about any other issues you may be having. Someone who could provide you with some medical knowledge and who could provide you with the support you need. Is that something you'd like?"

Deep breath. "I also need to talk to you about concerns I have about your schooling." At this, he paused rather dramatically to push his glasses further up his nose before continuing, "Your attendance is atrocious. You cannot possibly look towards passing your OWLs if you don't attend your lessons, at the very least. They're mandatory, after all, and you could be missing out on some crucial information that could come up in your exams." Boring but true. "In saying that, though, the little pieces of homework that you have handed in," That was a whole new concern right there. "have been exceptional. They show some kind of potential and show that you're a smart kid. Apply yourself in the right way and you could go far." Which might be a slim possibility if he didn't attend his lessons.

And now came the heavier topic he needed to discuss with the boy. But instead of bombarding him with pieces of information that he knew, the Defence Professor opted for another tactic. "Tell me about these fights you've been part of." And the shoplifting case, while he was at it.

And yes, he could write it down if he wanted.

Text Cut: Noelle

She was being very quiet during this little meeting. It was a fact to be noted and one that, he hoped, didn't mean that she was being presented with too much information at once. Or that she didn't understand what it was he was trying to say.

But, it seemed, he didn't need to worry about that because that nod told him everything he needed to know. "Excellent! I'll have to start planning something challenging enough, then." What, he didn't quite know, but it was going to have to be good enough. And nothing that would cause injuries, mind you. "If you need extra time and space to practice, the Private Practice Room, the Dueling Arena and the Defence Areas will all be open longer than usual." For a certain Miss Franks-Mundie. "So you can still use those spaces." Just be back in your common room before curfew, okay? Otherwise Art would be after his neck.

His answer couldn't have gone down better with the girl. The enthusiasm got him smiling wider, even if there was an amused side to it as well. "That happy?" Not a bad thing, mind you. "You already do a good job of that as it is, Noelle." Just saying.

11-02-2016, 02:48 AM	#21 (permalink)
hermionesclone Gladrags Mod DMC & DMAC Pogrebin Join Date: May 2009 Location: London Posts: 32,841 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 Text Cut: Blaise Quote: Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo There was the go ahead. Tentatively, the Gryffindor sunk into his seat, those warm brown eyes now locked and never leaving the Professor for even a second. So far so good with this polite thing, though whether it was polite to leave his quill writing during this meeting, he wasn't sure. Would Professor Hirsch mind? He didn't typically when the boy came for visits--nevermind how seldom those were. Ah and there was the question he'd been expecting. In truth, Blaise saw both coming and had long decided that the dramatics in class...were not to be repeated. Not if he wanted this going well. The 14 year old took a deep breath, knowing he'd have to give a proper answer or risk whatever hidden rage Hirsch might possess. It was...kinda like Professor Airey. He'd seemed real chill but when that food fight happened, there was suddenly a frickin' VEIN sticking out of the man's head. Did Hirsch have a vein that stuck out at all the appropriate times? Somehow, he wasn't so sure he wanted to find out. "I think....you weren't impressed because you expected that I'd settle down but I continued to make a mockery of the class and the YATI guest person." That was usually why people weren't impressed, yeah? "What happened was, I took a joke too far and no one found it funny." Exceeeeept himself. He thought it was pretty funny; he'd enjoyed it but, ahem, couldn't say THAT now could he? No, Hirsch didn't mind the quill one bit. He knew it would be better than to ask the boy to put his quill away. After all, didn't the boy say that if he was in the face of danger, he'd get his quill to record everything in the most heroic way possible? So yes, the quill could stay. He was just going to ignore it. If he was completely honest with himself, he half-expected the Gryffindor to give him a sassy answer in return. An answer that was reminiscent of the lesson they had just had. So, when the fourth year actually spoke, Hirsch was actually pleasantly surprised with the answer. Though, he hardly thought it was a joke in any sense but this was a better answer than he had expected so he was going to brush the joke part aside. "Exactly," he said, nodding his head slightly, "Not only were you talking while I was teaching, which is disrespectful I'll have you know, but you insulted a guest and mocked an apology instead of saying a simple 'I'm sorry'. Which then fuelled another argument and upset quite a few people." Pause. "I don't care what the history behind that mockery was and it doesn't bother me that you dislike the Toussaints but there's a time and a place and a lesson isn't one of them. In these situations, you need to learn to swallow your pride and hold your tongue." Understood? Deep breaths. "I...... am going to have to impose some kind of consequence because of this." Text Cut: Daxton Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir At Hirsch's words, Daxton's own eyes flicked to the the letter on the desk, then back to Hirsch, but gave no other discernible reaction. Inside, however, he began evaluating and analysing the information presented to him. Of course his mother had written to the school; it made sense that she would, and Daxton happened to know that she had made a habit of updating certain people at Hogwarts on his situation quite regularly. It had been her meddling, her interfering that meant that the staff at this infernal school already knew more about him than they needed to, and certainly more than he wanted them to know. The thing about Daxton's mother, was that she did not understand his desire for absolute privacy - nor, apparently, did she realise that he was totally independent, and did not need her or anyone. There had been a moment of silence after Hirsch had stopped talking, wherein Daxton had simply stared into space, considering his answer. Perhaps it appeared as though he was not going to answer at all, but that was not the case. After half a minute had passed, Daxton retrieved his notebook and muggle ballpoint pen from his pocket, his movements slow and deliberate, and flipped to a fresh page. Balancing the notebook on his knees, he wrote one simple sentence, before holding it up to be read. 'I do not have a mother.' A lie. Or was it really a lie? She was his mother, but only because he had agreed to it, and if one could agree to something, they could surely later change their mind. No, he did not have a mother; he had someone who pretended to be a mother, and then who fell ill, who refused to be healed properly, who was willing to abandon him - in more ways than one - just like all the rest had done, because she was no different. Not really. Daxton waited for a moment for that to be read, then turned the notebook back to himself, wrote something on the next line, and repeated the action of showing the page to Hirsch. His face remained devoid of emotion. 'And I do not need help from anyone.' It turned out that he wasn't going to get any kind of reaction from Daxton Prince. He would be lying if he said that he hadn't been expecting a blank expression but this was stretching it a little. Was the boy that disinterested in whatever it is he had to say? This was all very important, surely a reaction was necessary? .......... Which he then got. In the form of a note. Hirsch was curious to see whatever it was that the boy was writing down but as soon as he read the words, he deflated slightly. He didn't have a mother?! That was harsh, wasn't it? "The woman who's been looking after you all these years isn't your mother?" He found this hard to believe and his tone, along his with the expression on his face, could plainly tell that that was the case. However, he marched onwards. "Well, your mother is concerned. She wants you to see someone with whom you can talk about any other issues you may be having. Someone who could provide you with some medical knowledge and who could provide you with the support you need. Is that something you'd like?" Deep breath. "I also need to talk to you about concerns I have about your schooling." At this, he paused rather dramatically to push his glasses further up his nose before continuing, "Your attendance is atrocious. You cannot possibly look towards passing your OWLs if you don't attend your lessons, at the very least. They're mandatory, after all, and you could be missing out on some crucial information that could come up in your exams." Boring but true. "In saying that, though, the little pieces of homework that you have handed in," That was a whole new concern right there. "have been exceptional. They show some kind of potential and show that you're a smart kid. Apply yourself in the right way and you could go far." Which might be a slim possibility if he didn't attend his lessons. And now came the heavier topic he needed to discuss with the boy. But instead of bombarding him with pieces of information that he knew, the Defence Professor opted for another tactic. "Tell me about these fights you've been part of." And the shoplifting case, while he was at it. And yes, he could write it down if he wanted. Text Cut: Noelle Quote: Originally Posted by ChanceCoeur Noelle's brain was reaming with all the information she was receiving from todays visit. It wasn't even as informational as his training sessions but just the hope of becoming better, stronger, faster, and one step closer to becoming the best she can be, was making her beyond excited. She didn't want to seem like the airhead bimbo that she'd been called before though. Apparently she smiled too much and didn't take things seriously enough. Obviously that person didn't know her well, but she didn't want that view of her being viewed by Hirsch. She wanted to be taken seriously. Because she may have been smaller ~~ahem, she was also still growing everyday~~, but she was a force to be reckon with. Noelle nodded at Professor Hirsch though. "Okay, that sounds great. Ill be there." Whatever her schedule, this was going to be the most important, she'd make time. Her schedule was always crazy. Potions tutoring, animagus training, auror training. Noelle had to give up her precious dueling this year. She had LOVED it, but there were more important things. Zeke, Hady, and Frankie. She knew of Frankie and may have talked to him once or twice, but it was her sister that she was already training with, that would give her the most help. Hady and her already secretly met in the RoR every Thursday night to train in various different settings. Dueling, Defense, and potions. She didn't know what she would do next year when she was gone. She'd have to talk with Hirsch about that. She who else he would recommend then. But what Noelle like most about this conversation was at the end. She couldn't help the hopeful smile that sprang to her lips. It stretched across her face. "Yeah??" Was all she could muster to say before wiggling excitedly in her seat. But then ... she needed to be serious. "Don't worry Professor, I promise to make you proud." She planned on keeping that promise. She was being very quiet during this little meeting. It was a fact to be noted and one that, he hoped, didn't mean that she was being presented with too much information at once. Or that she didn't understand what it was he was trying to say. But, it seemed, he didn't need to worry about that because that nod told him everything he needed to know. "Excellent! I'll have to start planning something challenging enough, then." What, he didn't quite know, but it was going to have to be good enough. And nothing that would cause injuries, mind you. "If you need extra time and space to practice, the Private Practice Room, the Dueling Arena and the Defence Areas will all be open longer than usual." For a certain Miss Franks-Mundie. "So you can still use those spaces." Just be back in your common room before curfew, okay? Otherwise Art would be after his neck. His answer couldn't have gone down better with the girl. The enthusiasm got him smiling wider, even if there was an amused side to it as well. "That happy?" Not a bad thing, mind you. "You already do a good job of that as it is, Noelle." Just saying. __________________ Last edited by hermionesclone; 11-02-2016 at 02:59 AM.