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kayquilz · 09-23-2017, 06:37 PM

SPOILER!!: Emmeline ):

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Originally Posted by NifflerFan

Professor Myers's voice was way colder and meaner than she would've expected, even if she had KNOWN beforehand that she'd be caught. Emmeline fidgeted with the free sleeve of her robes a bit as she listened to allll of his talking, trying desperately to think of a way to tell the truth WITHOUT telling him the part that would be hurtful if he wasn't a Dark wizard. Which was suuuuper hard, but by the time he'd stopped talking, she'd started crying a little. Definitely not on purpose, but whenever her father had used that sort of tone, it had been followed by....unpleasantness.

Plus, it was making her kind of doubt her whoooole reason for being here, you know? If he was a Dark wizard, wouldn't he have just cursed her to shut her up already or something? So the second year was very sad, a little scared, and VERY confused.

She tried to wipe her eyes all sneakily 'cause she didn't want him to think she was crying on purpose -- which she DID know how to do, to be fair -- and replied veeeerry quietly, "I--I'm sorry, sir. But I ju-just th-thought that, you know, you have lots of sand in here and stuff. And it would be really ea-easy for whoever drew the thing at the bulletin board to bury lo-lots of rodents here..." Which was pretty much the truth of the matter. 'Cept she'd thought that maybe HE'D been the one doing the burying, mhm. But she made suuuuper sure that none of that suspicion showed through in her tone. She'd been practicing putting different emotions in her voice on purpose 'cause she was gonna try out for the play, so hopefully she could also do it in reverse (take emotions OUT of her voice)??

But really, one of the main thoughts Emmeline had as she stared at the ground with red, embarrassed, tear-streaked cheeks was that she should've asked Derf to help her make the plan. He was definitely the most creative person in her group of friends, mhm... But she'd been SO sure that she could look through the office at night without bothering anyone.

Paul REALLY wished he could do Occlumency right about now. It would be so helpful with know if students were lying or not. Then again, he wasn't entirely sure it was ethical to do that, so it was probably a good thing he couldn't do it, because then he might be tempted to use it in this moment, and yeah. Not entirely ethical to him might...make him feel bad later.

He took a deep breath and sighed. "Emmeline......why did you feel the need to come look in the middle of the night, then? You could have come here any old time, looked, and even lied to me then about what you were looking for." So of course, what he was saying....is he didn't believe her. And he hated the next part. His eyes were puffy from not getting ENOUGH SLEEP, CHILD, but he still felt...bad. Ish.

"50 points from Gryffindor," he said, somewhat sadly. "And detention. This Friday after your classes are done. With me. I'll be in touch to tell you what exactly your detention will be." He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Being out after curfew is not a rule we enforce for fun or for our kicks and giggles, Miss Sparkes. We do it for your safety. Your parents send you all to us...to teach you, but they also entrust us with your lives. I have to do my duty, and I have to enforce the rules that are needed for your safety here at school. Especially with that hawk...we don't know what it's about yet, and we don't know where it's from. It could be a prank, but we just don't know yet, and the fact that you....are parading around after dark trying to solve the mystery is....." He shook his head. "SO I am very sorry to discipline you, but we can't have students wandering around after dark, and I hope...you will not do this again."

Ahem, also, "And you woke me up, Emmeline! I have alarms set on my meeting space so that when people come in or knock, I know they are there. I have no hard feelings for you, m'dear. I will escort you back to your dorm and inform Professor Marchand in the morning." Paul did not wish to awaken Gaston at this time of night; it might frighten him or something. It wasn't anything that terrible that he needed to know RIGHT this instance.

He felt bad, of course. Emmeline was smol. She was...a second year. But still. Paul might not be a strict enforcer of any uniform rules (something Regina got on him about), but this...this had to be done. And that hawk...did not leave him feeling partially okay. It left him uneasy. He certainly wouldn't be telling Emmeline this, though. "Come on."

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

The Hufflepuff went just a tiiiiiiiiiiiiny bit rigid when the elderly chap patted his head like that, but soon relaxed because, well, they were talking about dung and HIPPOGRIFF dung at that. "I was worried about Simon...his asthma and all...along with his aversion to dirty things..." he explained while ruffling his hair. His dormmate often looked as though he were going to FAINT when Derf came back into the room covered in mud. "So I got all of the bags out of the beds. Mum told me about how useful it is for plants and stuff so...you're the plant dude." He still wasn't quite over how Peeves had put them in BAGS rather than just fling things haphazardly about the dorms. It made the third year FEEL like this wasn't actually Peeves doing, you know?

"Not sure what I would use it for myself, professor," he said with a small shrug. He had no intention of trying to sell it on the Hogwarts Black Market or anything like that. Huh...did one of those even exist?

Paul grinned. "You are very resourceful and helpful, Derf. Ten points for your thoughtfulness and concern for your fellows," he winked. "I will DEFINITELY take those off your hands, m'boy. Gladly. You can...hmm... come put them in my office for now." He gestured for Derf to follow him across the sandy room, and opened the door within to his very woodsy office lined with books, smelling mildly like herbs, and mildly like rose tea.

"You can set them down in here, then."

Zelda bounded inside, curling up in her favorite spot in the plush bed that resided next to one of the cases of books. "Would you like any tea? Or biscuits?" he asked. You know, trying to be friendly to the kid who THOUGHT HE WAS A DARK WIZARD.

09-23-2017, 06:37 PM	#16 (permalink)
kayquilz Granian Join Date: Jul 2011 Location: Bikini Bottom Posts: 21,185 Hogwarts RPG Name: Roman Gellar Slytherin First Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Arden Toros Gryffindor Sixth Year x4 x1	A Poop * k8 * SPOILER!!: Emmeline ): Quote: Originally Posted by NifflerFan Professor Myers's voice was way colder and meaner than she would've expected, even if she had KNOWN beforehand that she'd be caught. Emmeline fidgeted with the free sleeve of her robes a bit as she listened to allll of his talking, trying desperately to think of a way to tell the truth WITHOUT telling him the part that would be hurtful if he wasn't a Dark wizard. Which was suuuuper hard, but by the time he'd stopped talking, she'd started crying a little. Definitely not on purpose, but whenever her father had used that sort of tone, it had been followed by....unpleasantness. Plus, it was making her kind of doubt her whoooole reason for being here, you know? If he was a Dark wizard, wouldn't he have just cursed her to shut her up already or something? So the second year was very sad, a little scared, and VERY confused. She tried to wipe her eyes all sneakily 'cause she didn't want him to think she was crying on purpose -- which she DID know how to do, to be fair -- and replied veeeerry quietly, "I--I'm sorry, sir. But I ju-just th-thought that, you know, you have lots of sand in here and stuff. And it would be really ea-easy for whoever drew the thing at the bulletin board to bury lo-lots of rodents here..." Which was pretty much the truth of the matter. 'Cept she'd thought that maybe HE'D been the one doing the burying, mhm. But she made suuuuper sure that none of that suspicion showed through in her tone. She'd been practicing putting different emotions in her voice on purpose 'cause she was gonna try out for the play, so hopefully she could also do it in reverse (take emotions OUT of her voice)?? But really, one of the main thoughts Emmeline had as she stared at the ground with red, embarrassed, tear-streaked cheeks was that she should've asked Derf to help her make the plan. He was definitely the most creative person in her group of friends, mhm... But she'd been SO sure that she could look through the office at night without bothering anyone. Paul REALLY wished he could do Occlumency right about now. It would be so helpful with know if students were lying or not. Then again, he wasn't entirely sure it was ethical to do that, so it was probably a good thing he couldn't do it, because then he might be tempted to use it in this moment, and yeah. Not entirely ethical to him might...make him feel bad later. He took a deep breath and sighed. "Emmeline......why did you feel the need to come look in the middle of the night, then? You could have come here any old time, looked, and even lied to me then about what you were looking for." So of course, what he was saying....is he didn't believe her. And he hated the next part. His eyes were puffy from not getting ENOUGH SLEEP, CHILD, but he still felt...bad. Ish. "50 points from Gryffindor," he said, somewhat sadly. "And detention. This Friday after your classes are done. With me. I'll be in touch to tell you what exactly your detention will be." He rubbed the bridge of his nose. "Being out after curfew is not a rule we enforce for fun or for our kicks and giggles, Miss Sparkes. We do it for your safety. Your parents send you all to us...to teach you, but they also entrust us with your lives. I have to do my duty, and I have to enforce the rules that are needed for your safety here at school. Especially with that hawk...we don't know what it's about yet, and we don't know where it's from. It could be a prank, but we just don't know yet, and the fact that you....are parading around after dark trying to solve the mystery is....." He shook his head. "SO I am very sorry to discipline you, but we can't have students wandering around after dark, and I hope...you will not do this again." Ahem, also, "And you woke me up, Emmeline! I have alarms set on my meeting space so that when people come in or knock, I know they are there. I have no hard feelings for you, m'dear. I will escort you back to your dorm and inform Professor Marchand in the morning." Paul did not wish to awaken Gaston at this time of night; it might frighten him or something. It wasn't anything that terrible that he needed to know RIGHT this instance. He felt bad, of course. Emmeline was smol. She was...a second year. But still. Paul might not be a strict enforcer of any uniform rules (something Regina got on him about), but this...this had to be done. And that hawk...did not leave him feeling partially okay. It left him uneasy. He certainly wouldn't be telling Emmeline this, though. "Come on." Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie The Hufflepuff went just a tiiiiiiiiiiiiny bit rigid when the elderly chap patted his head like that, but soon relaxed because, well, they were talking about dung and HIPPOGRIFF dung at that. "I was worried about Simon...his asthma and all...along with his aversion to dirty things..." he explained while ruffling his hair. His dormmate often looked as though he were going to FAINT when Derf came back into the room covered in mud. "So I got all of the bags out of the beds. Mum told me about how useful it is for plants and stuff so...you're the plant dude." He still wasn't quite over how Peeves had put them in BAGS rather than just fling things haphazardly about the dorms. It made the third year FEEL like this wasn't actually Peeves doing, you know? "Not sure what I would use it for myself, professor," he said with a small shrug. He had no intention of trying to sell it on the Hogwarts Black Market or anything like that. Huh...did one of those even exist? Paul grinned. "You are very resourceful and helpful, Derf. Ten points for your thoughtfulness and concern for your fellows," he winked. "I will DEFINITELY take those off your hands, m'boy. Gladly. You can...hmm... come put them in my office for now." He gestured for Derf to follow him across the sandy room, and opened the door within to his very woodsy office lined with books, smelling mildly like herbs, and mildly like rose tea. "You can set them down in here, then." Zelda bounded inside, curling up in her favorite spot in the plush bed that resided next to one of the cases of books. "Would you like any tea? Or biscuits?" he asked. You know, trying to be friendly to the kid who THOUGHT HE WAS A DARK WIZARD. __________________ "You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough." Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin