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laurange · 07-18-2019, 10:52 AM

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Originally Posted by oh its Erik ok

With one last look at the horrible rude portrait, Eloise smiled when she saw Professor Sandhu...ok she hadn't heard it yet this year or maybe she wasn't listening but what would happen if someone called her Ms. Sand. It was an amusing thought but apparently, she was a scoundrel now and just going to ignore that.

"Hiya, Professor"

And into her office, she goes with a smile. Or maybe office wasn't the proper word since the library would work also. Circe there was a lot of book in here. She stopped close her desk turning a full 360 to see everything since yeah she didn't make it a habit to come in these offices unless it was for detention or something.

"Have you read all of these"

Gesturing to all the books and stuff.

Please say no because if you did Eloise would question how old you are

As the young Fairfield (everyone at this school save for the ghosts was young, compared to Simran Sandhu) entered her office, Simran felt a large surge of pride as she took a full spin to appreciate her small library. The product of several decades of collecting, and her absolute distaste for digital books. Her conscience was much assuaged once synthetically-produced paper was created and laws put in place that mandated reforestation for companies that insisted on traditional paper. And by the fact that she tried as hard as she could to use books printed on recycled-material.

"Most," she smiled, shrugging one shoulder. "The rest were gifts from snotty academics whose books I'd honestly rather not read. And some of them are in Latin, which was never my best subject."

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

Nina continued to remain silent, listening to her Professor's words without any sort of reaction. Her hope was that maybe the empty look in her eyes could fool her Professor into believing that there really wasn't a reason behind her silence. Because the last thing she needed was for more Professor's to get on her case about it, though this was proving an impossible task.

.... Her participation grade?

Her breath faltered for a moment, caught in surprise. She hadn't known that her grade could be effected by lack of classroom participation. And.... She did want the O on her final believe it or not. She wanted to receive high marks because she did want to amount to something despite everything she portrayed to the world. The simple threat had struck a chord. She didn't know what to do. But she wasn't going to sit here and explore the possibilities in front of her Professor. She needed to think. She needed to sit down and decide whether jeopardizing everything was worth it.

It felt worth it. But her finals. Those really mattered at the end of the day.

With some hesitance, the Slytherin rose from the seat. Her voice was far less confident than she hoped it would be as she spoke, "I understand. Thank you, Professor," she was ready to walk out now. There was a lot she needed to think about.

Ah, that seemed to elicit a reaction. Now satisfied, Simran could let her go. Despite what Nina Castillo might think, she did appreciate her sleep, and was particularly fond of her alone-time.

Simran gave the girl a cursory look, before nodding. "My pleasure, dear," she said, rising to her own feet. "Have a good evening, and close the door on your way out."

She still had things to do, like looking wistfully at the pictures on her desk. No letters coming in meant that she was missing her weekly updates on her great-granddaughter, which was no fun at all.

07-18-2019, 10:52 AM	#14 (permalink)
laurange DERP & DMLE Ramora Join Date: Nov 2010 Location: Kita's pocket Posts: 5,229 Hogwarts RPG Name: Aslan Archer Slytherin Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Rose Woods Gryffindor Fifth Year x9 x6	½ of Lauralie \| Koala \| The being in Ern's pocket \| Baby Smurf \| Prouf member of The Flock Quote: Originally Posted by oh its Erik ok With one last look at the horrible rude portrait, Eloise smiled when she saw Professor Sandhu...ok she hadn't heard it yet this year or maybe she wasn't listening but what would happen if someone called her Ms. Sand. It was an amusing thought but apparently, she was a scoundrel now and just going to ignore that. "Hiya, Professor" And into her office, she goes with a smile. Or maybe office wasn't the proper word since the library would work also. Circe there was a lot of book in here. She stopped close her desk turning a full 360 to see everything since yeah she didn't make it a habit to come in these offices unless it was for detention or something. "Have you read all of these" Gesturing to all the books and stuff. Please say no because if you did Eloise would question how old you are As the young Fairfield (everyone at this school save for the ghosts was young, compared to Simran Sandhu) entered her office, Simran felt a large surge of pride as she took a full spin to appreciate her small library. The product of several decades of collecting, and her absolute distaste for digital books. Her conscience was much assuaged once synthetically-produced paper was created and laws put in place that mandated reforestation for companies that insisted on traditional paper. And by the fact that she tried as hard as she could to use books printed on recycled-material. "Most," she smiled, shrugging one shoulder. "The rest were gifts from snotty academics whose books I'd honestly rather not read. And some of them are in Latin, which was never my best subject." Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack Nina continued to remain silent, listening to her Professor's words without any sort of reaction. Her hope was that maybe the empty look in her eyes could fool her Professor into believing that there really wasn't a reason behind her silence. Because the last thing she needed was for more Professor's to get on her case about it, though this was proving an impossible task. .... Her participation grade? Her breath faltered for a moment, caught in surprise. She hadn't known that her grade could be effected by lack of classroom participation. And.... She did want the O on her final believe it or not. She wanted to receive high marks because she did want to amount to something despite everything she portrayed to the world. The simple threat had struck a chord. She didn't know what to do. But she wasn't going to sit here and explore the possibilities in front of her Professor. She needed to think. She needed to sit down and decide whether jeopardizing everything was worth it. It felt worth it. But her finals. Those really mattered at the end of the day. With some hesitance, the Slytherin rose from the seat. Her voice was far less confident than she hoped it would be as she spoke, "I understand. Thank you, Professor," she was ready to walk out now. There was a lot she needed to think about. Ah, that seemed to elicit a reaction. Now satisfied, Simran could let her go. Despite what Nina Castillo might think, she did appreciate her sleep, and was particularly fond of her alone-time. Simran gave the girl a cursory look, before nodding. "My pleasure, dear," she said, rising to her own feet. "Have a good evening, and close the door on your way out." She still had things to do, like looking wistfully at the pictures on her desk. No letters coming in meant that she was missing her weekly updates on her great-granddaughter, which was no fun at all.