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MadMadamMalfoy · 03-20-2018, 12:55 PM

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Gaston eagerly returned Daniel's smile with one of his own. He knew he could get this spell right if he kept trying. It was just going to take practice. He watched in anticipation as the boy attempted the spell again, mentally crossing his fingers that this would be the time he got it right. Come on, Daniel. You can do it, he thought.

His blue eyes flicked toward the mouse, and... nothing happened. His heart sank; he really thought he had it that time! All he could do was watch as the boy sighed and fell back against his chair. He offered him a sympathetic look, but before he could say anything, Phantom appeared and hopped into Daniel's lap with a meow. Gaston chuckled at his cat's antics, wondering whether she was trying to comfort the boy or if she just wanted the mouse he was practicing on. Knowing the way the black and white Persian acted when he was sad, he suspected it was the former.

Understanding dawned in his eyes at the boy's next words. "I understand," he said, nodding. "It's a hard spell to learn; even wizards much older than you struggle with it. When you're having trouble focusing, just think how amazing it'll be to see that mouse come to life." He gave him a small encouraging smile. "Sometimes, taking a break helps you focus too. Would you like to stop for a while?"

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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising

Both fine. Yes, very good and honestly, Skylar might have been okay with that answer, but then he added about ... well, he handed her a photo and Skylar felt all sorts of emotions welling up inside. Hate and anger at herself, for being obtuse and not realizing it before, because of course, it made sense now why Roselyn had left last year. But also anger at both Gaston and Roselyn, for not entrusting her with that knowledge. Of course, she was merely just a student, but she'd had Rose for three years? Gaston for three or four years? She trusted them both and somehow, it felt now like the trust had been violated. And yet, as she stared at the blue-eyed baby girl, tears started to form in her eyes and all those feelings of hatred and anger just seemed to fade to the background. "I had ..." Swallow, breathe. "No ... Idea... She's beautiful. Congratulations. What's her name?" And suddenly she felt scared that he too would leave her to be with his daughter, like many professors before had done. Scared, and yet, wouldn't be surprised. She had one more year of this school, she could handle it.

Besides, she wasn't here to gush over his daughter or beg him to stay with her for one more year. And slowly, she moved the framed photo to her face and pressed her lips to where the baby's forehead was, giving it a kiss. Because it was all she had to offer at the time. And then handed him back the frame as the topic re-routed back onto her reason for her visit.

Yes, she suspected that he wasn't a player. Actually, she had no idea, but then again, she didn't even know her own head of house played. Which reminded her, she should probably pay Vance a visit and ask her if she had any tips from her days on the team. "That, makes sense... and look at you now." Married, a baby, an amazing teacher. Really, he'd certainly done something with his failure. "Anyway, I should be going, but thank you for that sound advice. And the tea."

Gaston watched apprehensively, unsure how Skylar would react to the news. Would she be angry at him for not telling her before? He had wanted to tell her - he wanted to tell everyone - but he doubted Hawthorne would've approved of him distracting the students with details of his personal life. As he looked at her, he was pretty sure he saw tears in her eyes, and he felt horrible for causing them. "I'm sorry for not telling you, Skylar," he said. "I didn't tell any of the students, except for the Gryffindor leaders- and that was only because they'd need to know how to reach me if something happened while I was visiting home." He sighed sadly, running a hand through his dark hair. "I should've said something sooner. I just... didn't want to create gossip and distraction." That sounded like a lame excuse when he said it out loud!

He was prepared for a barrage of angry words to come, but that didn't happen... far from it. "No, I didn't expect you would," he said with a reassuring smile, but her next words made him beam with fatherly pride. "Thank you. Her name's Desiree... Desiree Yvette Marchand."

He watched, tears now welling in his eyes, as Skylar kiss the photograph of Desiree. He didn't know what was more surprising, the gesture itself or the fact that he didn't even try to hide how much it affected him. There was no way it couldn't! Acts of love and kindness toward anyone touched his heart, but an act of kindness toward his child was even more special. His smile wobbled slightly but never went away as he took the frame back, and he merely nodded in reply to what she said next, his throat too tight to even try to speak.

Then the girl excused herself, and his expression turned slightly confused. He wondered why the sudden departure. Had he done something to upset her? With a ragged sigh and an apologetic look, he rose and opened the door for her. "I-I understand," he said. "No thanks necessary; that's what I'm here for."

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MadMadamMalfoy Newbie Mod Alley Proprietor Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Feb 2016 Location: Hazbin Hotel Posts: 11,111 Hogwarts RPG Name: Norman A. Carton Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Sydney M. L. Masters Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maddox B. Buchanan Gryffindor Fourth Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Caledon Roth The Leaky Cauldron	I am SO sorry this took so long... got a lot going on lately! :( Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll Text Cut: daniel Quote: Originally Posted by debpetrisor Sigh. The smallest smile appeared on his face at professor Marchand's encouraging words, gratefully nodding at his comments. He'd wanted to do a good job, but charms had never been his forte - he was good with living things, creatures, and recently plants, too. But his spellwork needed improvements, it always had. And there was only that much that you could learn from a textbook. ... and then he'd said it. The one thing that had bothered him lately. Focusing again on his task, on making the toy mouse come to life, he pointed his wand at it and said, "Piertotem locomotor," but the mouse didn't even twitch this time around. Because of his concentration. Maybe this time at fault was also the fact that he'd wanted and expected the spell to work on his first try. Sighing, he put the mouse back on the desk and fell back against his seat, puffing his cheeks in annoyance. "I have trouble focusing on more challenging spells." The basics he could do, but if there was something that required his full attention... Maybe professor Marchand could help him with that instead? Gaston eagerly returned Daniel's smile with one of his own. He knew he could get this spell right if he kept trying. It was just going to take practice. He watched in anticipation as the boy attempted the spell again, mentally crossing his fingers that this would be the time he got it right. Come on, Daniel. You can do it, he thought. His blue eyes flicked toward the mouse, and... nothing happened. His heart sank; he really thought he had it that time! All he could do was watch as the boy sighed and fell back against his chair. He offered him a sympathetic look, but before he could say anything, Phantom appeared and hopped into Daniel's lap with a meow. Gaston chuckled at his cat's antics, wondering whether she was trying to comfort the boy or if she just wanted the mouse he was practicing on. Knowing the way the black and white Persian acted when he was sad, he suspected it was the former. Understanding dawned in his eyes at the boy's next words. "I understand," he said, nodding. "It's a hard spell to learn; even wizards much older than you struggle with it. When you're having trouble focusing, just think how amazing it'll be to see that mouse come to life." He gave him a small encouraging smile. "Sometimes, taking a break helps you focus too. Would you like to stop for a while?" Text Cut: Skylar Quote: Originally Posted by PhoenixRising Both fine. Yes, very good and honestly, Skylar might have been okay with that answer, but then he added about ... well, he handed her a photo and Skylar felt all sorts of emotions welling up inside. Hate and anger at herself, for being obtuse and not realizing it before, because of course, it made sense now why Roselyn had left last year. But also anger at both Gaston and Roselyn, for not entrusting her with that knowledge. Of course, she was merely just a student, but she'd had Rose for three years? Gaston for three or four years? She trusted them both and somehow, it felt now like the trust had been violated. And yet, as she stared at the blue-eyed baby girl, tears started to form in her eyes and all those feelings of hatred and anger just seemed to fade to the background. "I had ..." Swallow, breathe. "No ... Idea... She's beautiful. Congratulations. What's her name?" And suddenly she felt scared that he too would leave her to be with his daughter, like many professors before had done. Scared, and yet, wouldn't be surprised. She had one more year of this school, she could handle it. Besides, she wasn't here to gush over his daughter or beg him to stay with her for one more year. And slowly, she moved the framed photo to her face and pressed her lips to where the baby's forehead was, giving it a kiss. Because it was all she had to offer at the time. And then handed him back the frame as the topic re-routed back onto her reason for her visit. Yes, she suspected that he wasn't a player. Actually, she had no idea, but then again, she didn't even know her own head of house played. Which reminded her, she should probably pay Vance a visit and ask her if she had any tips from her days on the team. "That, makes sense... and look at you now." Married, a baby, an amazing teacher. Really, he'd certainly done something with his failure. "Anyway, I should be going, but thank you for that sound advice. And the tea." Gaston watched apprehensively, unsure how Skylar would react to the news. Would she be angry at him for not telling her before? He had wanted to tell her - he wanted to tell everyone - but he doubted Hawthorne would've approved of him distracting the students with details of his personal life. As he looked at her, he was pretty sure he saw tears in her eyes, and he felt horrible for causing them. "I'm sorry for not telling you, Skylar," he said. "I didn't tell any of the students, except for the Gryffindor leaders- and that was only because they'd need to know how to reach me if something happened while I was visiting home." He sighed sadly, running a hand through his dark hair. "I should've said something sooner. I just... didn't want to create gossip and distraction." That sounded like a lame excuse when he said it out loud! He was prepared for a barrage of angry words to come, but that didn't happen... far from it. "No, I didn't expect you would," he said with a reassuring smile, but her next words made him beam with fatherly pride. "Thank you. Her name's Desiree... Desiree Yvette Marchand." He watched, tears now welling in his eyes, as Skylar kiss the photograph of Desiree. He didn't know what was more surprising, the gesture itself or the fact that he didn't even try to hide how much it affected him. There was no way it couldn't! Acts of love and kindness toward anyone touched his heart, but an act of kindness toward his child was even more special. His smile wobbled slightly but never went away as he took the frame back, and he merely nodded in reply to what she said next, his throat too tight to even try to speak. Then the girl excused herself, and his expression turned slightly confused. He wondered why the sudden departure. Had he done something to upset her? With a ragged sigh and an apologetic look, he rose and opened the door for her. "I-I understand," he said. "No thanks necessary; that's what I'm here for." __________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...