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ArianaBlack · 05-16-2020, 04:03 AM

SPOILER!!: Bernie G. you have me in TEARS

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Bernadette positively BEAMED at Schmoe, stepping inside the office and taking her usual tour of the place; by this, I mean that she looked around judgmentally at everything, wrinkled her nose in particular at the ANCIENT boy band posters on the wall, and then proceeded to touch this and that on the professor's desk. She DID notice one fancy picture thingy she'd never commented on before, and pointed it out to Schmoe by spinning it around so the woman in the photo was looking at him, standing there with his arms full of clock cat.

"Your sister is like, really really really ridiculously good-looking, sir," Bernie declared, making a face at the photo before she flopped down in the nearest bean-bag. She also looked UP at the ceiling just in case Schmoe had redecorated there, and then remembered, "How's Baby!Finneas? Is he in one of your desk drawers? Do you keep him by your bed at night? He needs lots of lullabies, I remember." She had to CHECK on her baby from last year. Also, "Where do professors sleep?"

Did Schmoe have a Murphy bed behind one of these bookshelves? Is THAT where Baby Finneas was? She wouldn't put it past him to store the baby there, as she'd heard he was afraid of toddlers, and also, that would be like WICKED COOL if he did have a bed back there. Imagine being able to take a nap during your office hours??! Genius.

Back to her purpose for being here, which was, you know, multi-faceted and complex and not just a social call. "So, sir, I've been wondering when my stipend as your Teaching Assistant was going to kick in? I've been doing some calculations, and it appears that you're two-hundred seventy-four galleons, thirteen sickles, and two knuts behind on paying me." She leaned up from the bean bag a little so she could prop her notebook (of calculations AND ideas) on his desk, just in front of the picture of Schmoe's sister. Why did he want to look at his sister all day anyway? Bernie didn't even OWN photographs of her siblings. But she'd wait to ask that; didn't want to overwhelm the nervous professor.

Finneas was nervous the first time Bernadette swung by and did that thing where she looked over every single corner. Heck, he was nervous the fourth time too. Buuuuuut by now, he wasn’t all that nervous anymore (well, not anymore than he usually was) because this was just one of those things that Ms. Grantham did and he knew to expect it by now. People loved patterns. Schmoe busied himself with a strange balancing the cat-clock game as he moved to close the door behind his guest. He was hopeful that she would be done with all her looking by the time he managed to get it shut and turned around, but instead he found her TOUCHING his THINGS ’N STUFF.

O____________________o

He wanted to tell her not to, but instead he ended up doing some strange hand twitch accompanied by a big ol’ cringe face. Ah, Bernadette. This was very embarrassing for Finneas because whenever someone saw a photo of his girl—B L I N K . BLINKBLINK. BLINK in size THREE…. His…. Sister???? ”Oh, heh, heh,” Finneas laughed uncomfortably, tugging at the collar of his shirt. He wasn’t sure whether he ought to debunk the incorrect belief. Somehow though…. It was almost a blessing. Best for them all if she did believe Alina to be his sister. Yes. That would save them from an uncomfortable conversation that Finneas did not want to entertain. At. All. ”Yes. She is,” is what he eventually decided on as he made his way to his chair and set the cat clock down on top of the massive pile of things ’n stuff all over his desk.

As for baby!Finneas? He was in long term storage. Somehow, this felt like the wrong thing to tell a thirteen year old. ”He’s…… well.” It wasn’t a lie. A plastic baby couldn’t be unwell. The rapid fire questions were very rapid, maybe next visit he would lightly suggest that she kept her questions to a maximum of two at a time. All of this because he was going to answer ALL of her questions, but then the final question had nothing to do with the other questions and it was very hard to keep up. ”Er. In a bed, the same as you… I’d hope,” she did sleep in a bed right? Finneas was starting to wonder if Bernadette slept at all. So much energy. Did it ever turn off?

He continued to wonder this very thing just as she began going on about a … STIPEND? Blink. Blink. Blink. Uh. He leaned in and squinted just a bit to read her calculations (AND ideas). Yes. Well. ”Err…. I was under the impression that this was on a volunteer basis.”

SPOILER!!: Alexandre, sweet bb cinnamon roll

Finneas often thought about replacing the bean bags with actual chairs, but he wanted to be FUN and bean bags were FUN. And they made people less nervous, didn't they? He knew from experience that meeting with your Professor was a very nerve wracking endeavor and he wanted to alleviate all of those nerves. So the bean bags stayed and Finneas made his way to sit down behind his desk. "Ah," Finneas understood now.

And as Head of House, this was the sort of thing he was supposed to navigate. So of course he had read many books about it. Trying to get as prepared as possible for these (quote unquote) """talks""". "Yes, having some idea is a good place to start." He agreed and nodded just a bit. "Are there any subjects you are particularly interested in when it comes to your studies? Anything you enjoy a liiiittle more than the rest?" This was a good place to start. Maybe. "And err.... Let me also ask you this, Mr. Pascal. What is something you enjoy so much that you would do it for free?"

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ArianaBlack Forum Manager Quibbler & Newbie Mod Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: #6e5f57 \|#ff5470 Posts: 13,708 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alfie Adair Hufflepuff Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Laini Gracae-Ryans Slytherin Third Year x10 x1	doesn't proofread tweets \| #wrongaboutcereal \| #siriusly? \| emo to the extremo SPOILER!!: Bernie G. you have me in TEARS Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Bernadette positively BEAMED at Schmoe, stepping inside the office and taking her usual tour of the place; by this, I mean that she looked around judgmentally at everything, wrinkled her nose in particular at the ANCIENT boy band posters on the wall, and then proceeded to touch this and that on the professor's desk. She DID notice one fancy picture thingy she'd never commented on before, and pointed it out to Schmoe by spinning it around so the woman in the photo was looking at him, standing there with his arms full of clock cat. "Your sister is like, really really really ridiculously good-looking, sir," Bernie declared, making a face at the photo before she flopped down in the nearest bean-bag. She also looked UP at the ceiling just in case Schmoe had redecorated there, and then remembered, "How's Baby!Finneas? Is he in one of your desk drawers? Do you keep him by your bed at night? He needs lots of lullabies, I remember." She had to CHECK on her baby from last year. Also, "Where do professors sleep?" Did Schmoe have a Murphy bed behind one of these bookshelves? Is THAT where Baby Finneas was? She wouldn't put it past him to store the baby there, as she'd heard he was afraid of toddlers, and also, that would be like WICKED COOL if he did have a bed back there. Imagine being able to take a nap during your office hours??! Genius. Back to her purpose for being here, which was, you know, multi-faceted and complex and not just a social call. "So, sir, I've been wondering when my stipend as your Teaching Assistant was going to kick in? I've been doing some calculations, and it appears that you're two-hundred seventy-four galleons, thirteen sickles, and two knuts behind on paying me." She leaned up from the bean bag a little so she could prop her notebook (of calculations AND ideas) on his desk, just in front of the picture of Schmoe's sister. Why did he want to look at his sister all day anyway? Bernie didn't even OWN photographs of her siblings. But she'd wait to ask that; didn't want to overwhelm the nervous professor. Finneas was nervous the first time Bernadette swung by and did that thing where she looked over every single corner. Heck, he was nervous the fourth time too. Buuuuuut by now, he wasn’t all that nervous anymore (well, not anymore than he usually was) because this was just one of those things that Ms. Grantham did and he knew to expect it by now. People loved patterns. Schmoe busied himself with a strange balancing the cat-clock game as he moved to close the door behind his guest. He was hopeful that she would be done with all her looking by the time he managed to get it shut and turned around, but instead he found her TOUCHING his THINGS ’N STUFF. O____________________o He wanted to tell her not to, but instead he ended up doing some strange hand twitch accompanied by a big ol’ cringe face. Ah, Bernadette. This was very embarrassing for Finneas because whenever someone saw a photo of his girl—B L I N K . BLINKBLINK. BLINK in size THREE…. His…. Sister???? ”Oh, heh, heh,” Finneas laughed uncomfortably, tugging at the collar of his shirt. He wasn’t sure whether he ought to debunk the incorrect belief. Somehow though…. It was almost a blessing. Best for them all if she did believe Alina to be his sister. Yes. That would save them from an uncomfortable conversation that Finneas did not want to entertain. At. All. ”Yes. She is,” is what he eventually decided on as he made his way to his chair and set the cat clock down on top of the massive pile of things ’n stuff all over his desk. As for baby!Finneas? He was in long term storage. Somehow, this felt like the wrong thing to tell a thirteen year old. ”He’s…… well.” It wasn’t a lie. A plastic baby couldn’t be unwell. The rapid fire questions were very rapid, maybe next visit he would lightly suggest that she kept her questions to a maximum of two at a time. All of this because he was going to answer ALL of her questions, but then the final question had nothing to do with the other questions and it was very hard to keep up. ”Er. In a bed, the same as you… I’d hope,” she did sleep in a bed right? Finneas was starting to wonder if Bernadette slept at all. So much energy. Did it ever turn off? He continued to wonder this very thing just as she began going on about a … STIPEND? Blink. Blink. Blink. Uh. He leaned in and squinted just a bit to read her calculations (AND ideas). Yes. Well. ”Err…. I was under the impression that this was on a volunteer basis.” SPOILER!!: Alexandre, sweet bb cinnamon roll Quote: Originally Posted by littledhampir Alexandre stepped into the office when he was invited and glanced around. He should take a seat on one of the bean bag chairs, then? Normally he would be all for that. But he was hoping for an actual serious conversation about his future and they didn't seem all that serious. But he sat himself down, sinking a bit into the bean bag as he did so. Okay, yes, here he goes. "Well, it's just that I have no idea what I want to do after Hogwarts. No idea, like at all. And I have OWLs this year and I thought I should at least have some idea, so I kind of know what I need to work toward, for my scores and all that." Finneas often thought about replacing the bean bags with actual chairs, but he wanted to be FUN and bean bags were FUN. And they made people less nervous, didn't they? He knew from experience that meeting with your Professor was a very nerve wracking endeavor and he wanted to alleviate all of those nerves. So the bean bags stayed and Finneas made his way to sit down behind his desk. "Ah," Finneas understood now. And as Head of House, this was the sort of thing he was supposed to navigate. So of course he had read many books about it. Trying to get as prepared as possible for these (quote unquote) """talks""". "Yes, having some idea is a good place to start." He agreed and nodded just a bit. "Are there any subjects you are particularly interested in when it comes to your studies? Anything you enjoy a liiiittle more than the rest?" This was a good place to start. Maybe. "And err.... Let me also ask you this, Mr. Pascal. What is something you enjoy so much that you would do it for free?" __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Lemon!