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SilverTiger · 06-22-2018, 07:21 AM

One subject Stasya had never contemplated skiving off from was DADA. On the one hand, that was because it was one of her best subjects, at least when anything close to dueling was involved, but she also knew that it was because Professor Hirsch was possibly about as close to a father figure in her eyes as could be possible. Minus a biological factor, of course. But she’d looked at him that way ever since she’d first set foot in Hogwarts and he knew just as much about what was going on with her family as her friends did. Well, and probably the headmistress given that Runes lesson. But the DADA professor knew all the details.

Either way, it was an optimistic blonde fifteen-year-old who had headed up to the DADA classroom before lunch. An optimistic but also slightly distracted blonde fifteen-year-old, since February meant Valentine’s Day and that meant she had an excuse to bake. Even if she generally didn’t need an excuse, an excuse was welcome…

The first thing about the classroom as she’d arrived that piqued her curiosity was the brightness of the room. That wasn’t normal for DADA, at all, and she’d blinked as she walked inside to see hospital beds occupied by who knew what under black shrouds. The mystery was sort of DADA, if not Hogwarts in general. It was expected, anyway, just as the sight of the professor leaning casually at the front of the room was. “Good morning, Professor Hirsch!,” she said brightly, giving him a smile as she retrieved a pair of gloves from the desk he was leaning against. Granted, she didn’t know what he knew. Namely, if the headmistress discussed her Runes assignment with him, or more likely probably she’d have discussed it with Professor Marchand. But either way, she wasn’t sure. Therefore, there wasn’t any reason to worry him.

Plus, she chose a seat closest to one of the beds. Maybe that way she’d be able to find out what to expect first.

06-22-2018, 07:21 AM	#7 (permalink)
SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,193 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin First Year x5 x3	Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict One subject Stasya had never contemplated skiving off from was DADA. On the one hand, that was because it was one of her best subjects, at least when anything close to dueling was involved, but she also knew that it was because Professor Hirsch was possibly about as close to a father figure in her eyes as could be possible. Minus a biological factor, of course. But she’d looked at him that way ever since she’d first set foot in Hogwarts and he knew just as much about what was going on with her family as her friends did. Well, and probably the headmistress given that Runes lesson. But the DADA professor knew all the details. Either way, it was an optimistic blonde fifteen-year-old who had headed up to the DADA classroom before lunch. An optimistic but also slightly distracted blonde fifteen-year-old, since February meant Valentine’s Day and that meant she had an excuse to bake. Even if she generally didn’t need an excuse, an excuse was welcome… The first thing about the classroom as she’d arrived that piqued her curiosity was the brightness of the room. That wasn’t normal for DADA, at all, and she’d blinked as she walked inside to see hospital beds occupied by who knew what under black shrouds. The mystery was sort of DADA, if not Hogwarts in general. It was expected, anyway, just as the sight of the professor leaning casually at the front of the room was. “Good morning, Professor Hirsch!,” she said brightly, giving him a smile as she retrieved a pair of gloves from the desk he was leaning against. Granted, she didn’t know what he knew. Namely, if the headmistress discussed her Runes assignment with him, or more likely probably she’d have discussed it with Professor Marchand. But either way, she wasn’t sure. Therefore, there wasn’t any reason to worry him. Plus, she chose a seat closest to one of the beds. Maybe that way she’d be able to find out what to expect first. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥