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Though Eiji was correct about the eye rolls and wrinkled noses, he was off about the long string of complaints. Nina planned to keep those to herself, she had nothing but disdain for this class (and their Professor), but she knew better than to disrespect an adult. Only idiots and Gryffindors (often synonymous) would do such a reckless thing. While Nina wasn’t desperate for their Professor’s praise—a unique quality, apparently—she’d rather not spend her spare time in detention. It would be an absolute waste.
The mutterings of her housemate elicited a subtle smirk. Nina didn’t know why he was so unhappy about the costumes, but it would be dishonest to say that she wasn’t entertained by it. The smug look on her features was entirely too short lived, as his sharp jab managed to wipe the look off her face in one swift motion. Remember those eye rolls Eiji had mentioned? They were quite deadly and he was now on the receiving end of one himself.
Normally she would have given him a sharp jab right back, but Professor Cornish took care of that rather immediately. His dismissal of Eiji’s response was actually a welcome surprise. Typically Nina found everything about the Creature’s Professor to be off-putting. But this, this actually elicited the TINIEST stifled giggle from the sour Slytherin. Yes, she was quite smug. And still had her lips pursed, for the record.
Also, why did he keep looking at her like that? Like she was the best student he had ever had? Honestly, it was SO weird.
Nina hated it. His praise only amplified her demeanor.
And again, the next question posed to the class was another highly insulting attempt to fish for mundane responses and unnecessary contributions. Again, Nina found herself quite disinterested in the simplistic and ill-thought out answers of her peers. Of course an ecosystem was a system. It was written within the word itself. Why the Gryffindor deemed that as a meritorious remark to share with the class was absolutely beyond her. It must be a horrible thing to be sorted into Gryffindor house. To be surrounded by an entire Common Room of peers who didn’t see their brain as a vital organ sounded like a living hell.
It was a wonder as to how some of the kids had made it this far. Again, when it was her turn to speak she offered her answer with the same tense-stance and subtle distaste, ”the sun, algae, water-snails, plimpies, humans, acromantulas.” Land and water based, though she wasn’t feeling creative so it’d be best that he didn’t think otherwise.
Why wasn’t this class over yet?
__________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You?
You are Lemon!
Last edited by ArianaBlack; 05-24-2019 at 12:34 AM.
Reason: IT WAS AN ESSENTIAL CONTRACTION THAT I TYPOED IM SORRY
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