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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Alexander River Hirsch
Gryffindor Third Year
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Text Cut: Emma Quote:
Originally Posted by PatInTheHat  The first thing Emma noticed when she came into the office was that this was NOT her father's. She knew it would be different from what she had been used to seeing before, but wow. WOW. It was really clean and less homey than before. Did the elves make everything all nice and shiney before he came? Did the new professor like it like this???? Maybe she would later bring him some things to make it more cozy and welcoming.
"Hey, Professor! I don't need anything, I just wanted to come see you and see how you were doing and maybe check out the office too. It used to be my papa's remember?" Of course he did. EVERYONE remembered her papa. "I like the drawers. What's in them?" And could she see? That was the really important question. So important that she hadn't even thought about taking a seat, or even moving towards his desk.
Hirsch watched the young girl enter his office, a small, amused smile spreading across his face. It was always interesting to see how people perceived his office, even if the reaction wasn't always a good one. One thing he could guarantee was that they were always worthwhile, just like this reaction right here.
If he was confused about Emma's sudden visit to his office, it was nothing compared to how confused he felt when she actually mentioned her reasoning. Came to see how he was doing? That was..... sweet. Really. Though, a part of him couldn't help but wonder if he'd given off any indication that he wasn't doing okay.
"It's nice of you to drop by," he said, gesturing to the seat on the other side of his desk, "I'm very well, thanks. How are you? And how's your dad doing?" Because Hirsch was curious. And feeling quite nosy, which seemed to be something the girl was sharing in as well. "The drawers?" Green eyes slid over towards the nearest ones before glancing back at her. "Information, mostly. Some of it about Defence Against the Dark Arts: books, newspaper articles, etc. There's some career information in there for the fifth years and some, er," Pause while he readjusted his glasses. "Some containing files on the students of Ravenclaw." Which were the most heavily guarded, in case she felt like nosying around in there.
Text Cut: Zoryn Quote:
Originally Posted by ArianaBlack The Gryffindor hesitated briefly before walking into the office and meeting her Defense Professor with a misleading bright grin. "Sup, Professor H!?" Usually she'd up for hopping onto one of the seats positioned in front of the man's desk, but first she had to set down the mug of coffee before she had managed to spill it all over herself (something which she surprisingly hadn't done yet). "Got something for you!" she held mug of coffee out for him to take and hoped that it hadn't gone cold between the time it took to get from the kitchens to this office.
Also, biscuits! She had a bag with some of those and held those out too.
This was helping already! Zoryn felt LOADS better.
Sort of.
Actually, she was still feeling kinda down and it was AWFUL. How did people cope with negative emotions??? They were the worst! If Zoryn had to be this sad more than once a year, she'd never want to leave the common room again. Sadness was the WORST feeling ever. Could she be done with it now? Was it over? WHEN WOULD IT END???????????????
Man.
Ah, a familiar face!
An immediate grin spread across his face but his was a genuine one. "Hey, Zoryn!" He didn't need to direct her to a seat, did he? She wasn't exactly a stranger, after all. But before he could think too much about this, she was holding out a mug for him. A mug of-
"Coffee!"
His green eyes lit up with the same enthusiasm as they usually did when someone told him that they were thinking about going into a career linked with Defensive magic. Or if a student gave an exceptional answer in his class. Coffee was coffee and held a kind of magic of its own, as far as he was concerned. He reached out and grasped the mug carefully with both of his hands. "And biscuits too? Wow, thanks, Zoryn! To what do I owe this pleasure?"
She wasn't trying to get him to give her extra marks for her Defence final, was she? Because coffee really was the way to go about it it wasn't going to work. Just saying.
Text Cut: Kyle Quote:
Originally Posted by Zellanna Kyle nodded to everything as the professor spoke. Healer though... That sounded interesting. Though, Auror seemed good too. His brother had wanted to be an Auror, but wasn't selected. But for some reason he wouldn't say where in the Ministry he was working. He told their father, but that was it. "I think I'd like to either be a Healer or an Auror, Professor. Or maybe an Auror that is also good at healing, in case someone is hurt on the job." Was that a thing?
Kyle pouted a little, but nodded. "Yes, sir. I'll keep my practice to Hogwarts."
It all made sense, really. Though, having his fingertip light up woulda been cooler. That was alright, though. Needing to find a wand in the dark seemed to be a good thing. "How hard is accio usually to cast wandlessly, professor? Because strangely enough, it feels like it's one of those that I could almost cast if I could just get the magic to get out of my hand. The other one is the levitation spell. Both of them I feel like they are just getting to my fingertips."
Healer or an Auror? Hirsch smirked slightly at that response. "Healer Reed would be happy, as am I." Just saying. "Being good at Defence is crucial for Healer studies as well so you might find yourself practising defensive magic on the job. Especially if you decide to be a...... well, the muggles call them Paramedics?" He would need to find out if St Mungos even had a division for Accidents and Emergencies but it would seem weird if it didn't. "And it would work vice versa as well because, as an Auror, you would be likely to get hurt on the job. Knowing how to do Healing magic would help you since, if you're injured, it would be useful to know how to heal yourself or others as quickly as possible."
Pause. "They're both very intense jobs that require every fibre of your being. Doing both would put a lot of strain on your brain." One of those jobs alone did that but two? He couldn't even imagine the amount of stress that would put him under.
That pout didn't go amiss but seeing as the Slytherin gave him his word, the man wasn't going to say anything against it. Not at all.
There was something interesting about what Kyle was telling him about his practices, especially the part about the magic only reaching his fingertips. "Well, the fact that you can feel it reaching your fingertips is an amazing start. Really. Some people struggle to get to that stage." If it made him feel better. "As for Accio, it's doable but it requires much more concentration from your part. More concentration and more energy. And the distance might play some part in it as well: the last thing you want is to try and cast the Summoning Charm only for your object to drop halfway and fall into the ocean." Just saying. "You would need to muster up a lot more magical energy than you would normally require." Especially if you can't see the object you're summoning. "For the Levitation Charm, it's a little simpler than the Summoning Charm because, in most cases, you're going to be looking at what you're levitating. But the same principles apply in that you'll need a lot more magical energy and concentration to try and make it work but it's doable. You just need to keep practising and keep concentrating on the magical energy."
Text Cut: Gaston Quote:
Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy Gaston hadn't been waiting long when he heard Hirsch's voice from the other side of the door inviting him in. He rose, pointing his wand at the two cups of coffee and levitate them beside him as he opened the door. "Got a minute?" he asked, stepping inside. "I can come back later if you're busy."
It was only then that he noticed the papers and books cluttering the desk, and his eyes widened slightly. By the look of things, he'd say Hirsch was very busy. Well, he wouldn't take up any more of his time than he absolutely had to. "Here, I thought you could use this," he said, handing one of the coffee mugs to his colleague. He would've just levitate it onto the desk, but there didn't appear to be much space left there. He took a swig from his own mug and went on, "I have some..." What was the word he should use? "...concerns about a certain Ravenvlaw, and I thought you might be able to give me some advice on the situation." After all, Hirsch would know the Ravenclaws on a deeper level than him; he was their Head of House.
........... Gaston?!
If Hirsch was completely honest with himself, he didn't expect this. They were friends and he'd even helped plan the man's bachelor party last summer but this was..... surprising. Naturally, his mind started flying in a number of directions and he weirdly started wondering if the Charms professor needed, ahem, advice.
He wasn't an expert on marriage, Gaston.
"Yeah, sure! I'm not too busy." Except, his desk told another story entirely. Er. Hirsch grabbed his wand from amongst the rubbish and flicked it in the direction of the mess: at once, the papers piled themselves up, the books closed and stacked themselves, and any scrunched up pieces of parchment disappeared entirely. There. Better, wasn't it?
And what was even better was the sight of a mug of coffee! The grin was instantaneous. "It's as if you read my mind," he said, taking the mug with one hand and gestured to the seat opposite his desk with the other, "Thanks for this!" He took a small sip from the cup, enjoying the calming feeling of hot caffeine in his system, but then Gaston started talking about......
........ oh.
A Ravenclaw? Lowering the mug, Hirsch furrowed his eyebrows at him, half-curious and half-confused. He didn't really get a lot of problems from his Ravenclaws - Daxton Prince was a special case - so this was surprising, to say the least. "Who? What happened?"
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