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SilverTiger · 01-09-2019, 01:09 AM

She hadn’t expected it to be, but it was proving difficult for Stasya to adjust to the fact she wasn’t going to step into the Charms classroom to find Professor Marchand there. While she was rather ecstatic that the new Gryffindor head of house was Professor Wayland, she missed the former Charms professor, who had sort of taken Professor Hirsch’s place as the professor she could talk to about stuff. Not that she had anything against the new Charms professor. The woman almost reminded her of her grandmother, although not exactly. She was grandmotherly, anyhow.

The other thing that she hadn’t expected as she’d arrived was to find the Charms classroom resembling the sauna her grandparents back in Iceland had near their house, minus all the wood paneling. It was positively toasty in the classroom. The other comparison that had flickered through her mind was the thought that maybe this was what it was like for the cookies she made whenever she had free time when they were in the ovens to bake. Either way, it was a crystal clear difference from the temperature out in the corridor, and she tried to figure out how to adjust to the change. Taking her robe off seemed like a god idea, but for now she decided to just see if she adjusted to the heat without shedding uniform layers. At least she hadn’t put her sweater on yet.

The presence of nearly half a dozen versions of the male Slytherin prefect had definitely caught her attention, too, but she kept her reaction to a bit of a double-take instead of saying anything aside from her usual greeting to the professors. Now that they weren’t dealing with those from last term who didn’t think a greeting was respectful. “Good day, Professor Dopple,” she said with a smile, taking her seat at an open desk and eyeing the cup before clearly writing her name on the paper.

Once she’d finished writing, she folded the paper and stood it up as the instructions requested. Hopefully she’d written clear enough.

01-09-2019, 01:09 AM	#50 (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	silent reaction to the Maxes in here too ;) Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict She hadn’t expected it to be, but it was proving difficult for Stasya to adjust to the fact she wasn’t going to step into the Charms classroom to find Professor Marchand there. While she was rather ecstatic that the new Gryffindor head of house was Professor Wayland, she missed the former Charms professor, who had sort of taken Professor Hirsch’s place as the professor she could talk to about stuff. Not that she had anything against the new Charms professor. The woman almost reminded her of her grandmother, although not exactly. She was grandmotherly, anyhow. The other thing that she hadn’t expected as she’d arrived was to find the Charms classroom resembling the sauna her grandparents back in Iceland had near their house, minus all the wood paneling. It was positively toasty in the classroom. The other comparison that had flickered through her mind was the thought that maybe this was what it was like for the cookies she made whenever she had free time when they were in the ovens to bake. Either way, it was a crystal clear difference from the temperature out in the corridor, and she tried to figure out how to adjust to the change. Taking her robe off seemed like a god idea, but for now she decided to just see if she adjusted to the heat without shedding uniform layers. At least she hadn’t put her sweater on yet. The presence of nearly half a dozen versions of the male Slytherin prefect had definitely caught her attention, too, but she kept her reaction to a bit of a double-take instead of saying anything aside from her usual greeting to the professors. Now that they weren’t dealing with those from last term who didn’t think a greeting was respectful. “Good day, Professor Dopple,” she said with a smile, taking her seat at an open desk and eyeing the cup before clearly writing her name on the paper. Once she’d finished writing, she folded the paper and stood it up as the instructions requested. Hopefully she’d written clear enough. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ 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 ♥ ♥ ♥