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Goblinfrog Oh, so it wasn't a requirement. That was good, she didn't feel like walking barefoot at this moment. Not that she hated sand or anything, she wasn't Anakin. Walking into the sand with her shoes on, she bent down to touch the surface with her fingers. 'It IS cool," she admitted appreciatively, straightening up.
Hmm so there were things in the sand. And he'd just invited her to poke around. "Oh may I?" Retrieving her wand from her robe pocket, she pointed towards the corner he was glancing at and said, "Accio treasure!"
Paul wiggled his eyebrows at her, looking quite smug.
"You think an summoning charm will work? Think again, Miss Valentine." He winked and spread a towel on the ground, thinking he would lie on the towel and watch as Kitty tried to find SOMETHING in the depths of the sand.
He thought he should invite Regina in here one day. She might enjoy the place for its...ancient feel.
SPOILER!!: Emmeline
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NifflerFan There was LOOOTS of sniffling and sneaky tears going on. Sneaky tears 'cause Emmeline was totally sneakily wiping them before Professor Myers even noticed them, right?
"'Cause I th-though you'd s-say no... And I'm n-not a very good li-liar," she answered his first accusation miserably. Which was MOSTLY true; she was only normally decent at telling the kind of lies that involved leaving out the true parts of something, you know? 'Cept apparently she wasn't even good at those anymore, 'cause it was totally OBVIOUS that the possible Dark wizard didn't even believe her when she was telling the mostly-truth. The ONLY part she'd left out was that she thought that maybe he'd been the one to draw the blood bird. And... She had taken what Dora had told her last term to heart. About not hurting Professor Myers's feelings and stuff unless she had solid proof that he was an evil Dark wizard. Which was half of why she'd left that part out; the other half was that, obviously, if he WAS an evil Dark wizard, she didn't want to tip him off to the fact that she was suspicious.
She definitely should've asked Derf what he thought first.
AND THEN... "Fifty??! But sir--", she spluttered in shock. Total and utter shock, 'cause even Zoryn had never lost so many points -- and Zoryn had actually hurt a teacher (according to rumors) and done waaay worse stuff than sneaking out. The tears were definitely falling thick and fast now; the whoooole entire House was going to hate her for this.
The comment about her parents slowed her tears up a little, though, and she fixed the Herbology professor with a defiant stare: "Actually, my parents would be thrilled if I died here. They told me as much last term." She HATED it when adults did that; when they assumed that allll other adults were good people and that students were all just brats messing around and trodding on their wonderful parents' love. When hers had not only TOLD her the opposite, but one of them had landed her in St. Mungo's with injuries far worse than any she'd sustained at Hogwarts -- even when she'd gone into the Forbidden Forest last year.
It took her about a minute to realize that she'd actually SAID something like that out loud; she hadn't said anything about her parents to an adult that she didn't completely trust before, and she immediately felt weird and wrong about it so she gulped and went on in a much softer tone of voice: "Sorry, Professor. Um...never mind..." Not that she had expected Professor Myers to really know all of that, though she was kind of surprised that he didn't know that Cami was her guardian. Only 'cause Cami always spoke realllly highly of all of the other professors, including him. The thought of Cami finding out that she'd lost fifty points AND gotten a detention made the tears splash down her cheeks again, though; she HATED disappointing Cami more than anything else, really.
"I'm sorry, sir... I thought you sl-slept in the c-castle, and I d-didn't know about the alarms," she added back in her sad quiet tone. She tried to force her features into a polite smile but she couldn't really make them do it. Still, she'd been able to keep a SUPER polite tone of voice the whooole time ('cept for when she'd been talking about her parents 'cause talking about them always gave her a bad tone) so she went on:"It's okay, sir. I can cr-cross the lawns myself." She didn't think it was that far to the castle from here and she realllly just kind of wanted to get out of here before her sadness and shame and icky feelings turned into something worse, like anger. The slightly harder tone in her voice when she'd mentioned her parents hadn't been against the Herbology professor after all; it was anger and hurt and the loads of tangled emotions that she got ANY time she talked about her parents since last Christmas. When they'd started the process of kicking her out and---
And she realllly needed to go somewhere she could cry and maybe hit a pillow or something. Now, before she said something bad and lost even MORE points, since Professor Myers clearly hated her so much. The twelve-year-old aimed her still-lit wand tip at the floor and started carefully retracing her steps towards the door to the outside...
They were good now, right?
Clearly, no, she wasn't a good liar. Paul could have told her that much right from the start. But he merely kept his face relaxed. No need to make her more upset. She had broken the rules, she had annoyed him, and he had now given out her punishment. She was clearly going to be upset, so Paul just...didn't feel the need to escalate that.
...and then, he realized a little too late that he had put his ENTIRE FOOT in his mouth. Her parents. He HAD MENTIONED HER PARENTS, SO STUPIDLY, without
thinking, full well KNOWING that Cami had taken Emmeline in due to some...issues going on, and Paul felt his chest tense in the sudden guilt he felt.
"Emmeline, I am sorry. I forgot---" he sighed and shook his head lightly.
"I will be speaking to Professor Stewart about this, not your parents. Clearly. Forgive my lapse in judgment and memory," he said gently. WOOOW. Paul could have kicked himself right in the rear.
"No! No...I will escort you. You cannot get stopped again. They might not believe I have already disciplined you for being out of bed after curfew," his tone was still quite gentle, because his lingering guilt from the whole..parents thing.
Internal scolding. Paul couldn't
believe himself. He began to walk along towards the castle, feel a great more anxious before he had gone to sleep earlier that night.