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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Alexander River Hirsch
Gryffindor Third Year
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Hirsch couldn't help but let out a chuckle at Mr Muir's answer. "I'll take that as a no." Smile. "Well..... they're not wrong. Fifth and seventh years are both emotionally draining and you might find yourself pulling more all-nighters than you imagined." Although, a nagging part of his brain, the one that sounded oddly like his mother, told him that that wasn't something he should be telling a student who was about to face his fifth year.
As for the last part, Hirsch found his face dropping slightly while the smile was replaced by a small frown. "I'm sorry about your uncle." That sentiment, that reason behind his motivation, was very sweet but now was probably not a good time to say anything.
And yes, pizza rolls were a highly mature culinary preference.
It was always nice to see so much enthusiasm in a student for a subject, especially when the subject was one he taught. It was probably what made his job so enjoyable, minus the angst that came along with it. "Thank you, Miss Ben-Ari." Smile. "I really do. I've always enjoyed teaching and defence and it's always seemed like the right career path to go down. There's a lot you could do with it, and there's always something new cropping up, so it never seems boring." That was his thoughts about it, anyways. "Is there a subject you're looking forward to?"
The sight of another student entering the room hadn't gone unnoticed to the Defence professor. Constant vigilance, remember? Though, considering the fact that he had an inkling as to what the boy was like, Hirsch chose not to say anything at first. Maybe he wanted to be alone for a bit while also helping himself to something to drink.
It wasn't until Jessa had spoken to Jace that Hirsch glanced quickly in the Prefect's direction before deciding to add on to her comment. "Yeah, we don't exactly stink," he said, shooting the seventh year a cheeky, dimpled grin.
Speaking of Jessa, it was her that he spoke to next. "You're welcome. I doubt you'll let me down." There was a reason why he'd recommended her for the role of a Prefect, after all. Though, her question had earned her a slightly confused look from him. "Why would I be mad at you? These things are bound to happen, and you can't guarantee that every experiment you undertake is going to have successful results. We..... knew from the start that there was a chance it could go wrong." As he said it, something tugged at his chest but he tried his hardest to ignore it. If he was completely honest, he fully expected the fifth year to be the one mad at him after what happened last year. She did hold a lot of enthusiasm for that experiment.
........... What?
WHAT?!
Them all? She wanted to continue all the subjects?! Hirsch blinked. Did she want to sleep at all during her NEWT years?! "That is a logical reason," he started slowly, "But that's a lot of subjects as well. I mean, you're going to need some time to yourself as well." Just saying. "Is there anything you're really interested in?"
While he liked to pay attention to his surroundings, he was trying not to listen in to Jessa's conversation with Mr Muir. They probably wouldn't want him to, especially seeing as they were talking about lessons in front of him. So he concentrated on rolling up his sleeves and heating up his hands on the small fire he'd conjured up to try and warm them up a li-
Huh?
Green eyes found Jessa again as she..... started talking to him? About his subject? To say that he was amused was an understatement: the man tried not to chuckle but there was definitely a wide smile on his face that hadn't been there before. "Well, thank you. I appreciate that but," Now, how should he say this? "I wouldn't be offended if it wasn't true."
'... you sure know how to throw a party.'
.............
Hirsch's eyes flew from one student leader to another and he..... paused. While this was a great compliment and one that would've made him smirk, right now, he wasn't sure how to respond to that. It reminded him a little too much of, cough, mature parties he'd been to and even ones he'd helped organise. It was probably a comment that Gaston would hopefully agree with.
Anyways. Kirk. "Thanks, Kirk. I'm glad you think so." Nothing else needed to be said. "That badge is suiting you well, by the way." And on that note, where was Mr Jessup? Was he not going to join in on the festivities? Or had he decided to start his duties early?
To hear that Miss Newton was looking forward to your lessons was heartwarming. Really. "I'm glad to hear it," he said, shooting her a smile, "Hopefully, it keeps up with your expectations." Which put a lot of pressure on him as well but, then again, he'd been doing this for a while now. "I don't blame you, they're a lot more comfortable and are better at putting you at ease. This party must be right up your alley."
The girl knew about the elves? Already? Information travelled fast in this castle, didn't it? "They did. If you're ever feeling peckish, drop by the kitchens and ask one of the elves to get you something. They don't usually say no to giving extra food." It did depend on which elves they asked, of course.
Hirsch didn't understand what Dorian was trying to say or what he was trying to do with his seating arrangement but he couldn't help but be amused, all the same. He didn't dare interrupt to try and figure out what he was trying to say but instead, let him continue trying to grasp at words.
And he was glad he did because the next few words amused him even more.
The Defence Professor let out a bark of laughter before saying, "I guess that's just my personality? I don't see the point in taking things too seriously. There's a time and a place for that." Which earned him a lot of questionable looks from parents who just didn't believe he was a competent professor. Not when he had more tattoos than he could count.
But then the second year mentioned something about a wife which..... well, that was one way to make him feel less calm in an instant. He busied himself with adjusting his glasses in an attempt to figure out a way to answer that that didn't say that he was a) panicking and b) turning slightly redder by the second. "That would definitely make me panic while also being excited. That's a huge event, after all." Pause. "I don't have a wife, by the way, so that scenario would make me panic even more." Just saying.
Could they talk about something else now? It was starting to feel really hot in here.
And the next topic of conversation came in the form of accidents and...... did he just say that he fell out of his treehouse?! Eyes flew over to the scar sitting below the boy's elbow and he blinked. "That must've been some accident that it was enough to get you stitches. I'm glad you're okay, all the same." Another pause. "Do you get into accidents a lot, by the way?" If he did, something told Hirsch that he'd need to keep an eye out for this second year.
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