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DaniDiNardo · 09-11-2020, 08:12 PM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Straight up the moving staircase it was. Which was good, because Nem was not very interested in waiting around today. They ascended to Trentula's office, knocked sharply on the door - rap-rap - and went right on in. He already knew they were on their way, after all.

"Afternoon, sir," greeted Nem, all kinds of chipper as they crossed the office. "Had a good rest of your day, I hope?" Or was he still more sour than a bag of lemons? They'd soon see.

Pausing by a chair in front of the desk, Nem glanced at the pictures on display - there was Vegetable, back when he was younger and likely a whole lot more irritating, plus another sprat, and some woman (wife, no doubt) - up at the bookshelves, then back to the Headsman again. And smiled one of those very Nemesis smiles.

Oh. This one.

Being interrupted became just a little less an inconvenience when the only child worth anything in that entire cohort made an entrance. As far as pesky children he had to contend with went, this one was nowhere near the top. "It could've been worse." He said, eyes following the student as they entered the room.

"But I don't suppose you came here to shoot the breeze and catch up on my unimpressive afternoon." There had been mention of an appointment. He liked this one, but not enough to simply shoot the breeze. More...enough that if a catastrophe hit, he'd pause a moment to wonder if they made it out alright.

That was enough.

"What can I do for you?"

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Originally Posted by hermionesclone

It was safe to say that Lucas didn't want to be here. He knew this appointment was important and would regret it if he didn't come but with how he felt, he would rather not be here. Discussing his future only to end up questioning his existence and self-worth didn't sound like his idea of fun.

Approaching the stone gargoyles, he started to realise exactly why he didn't want to come here. The part that was giving him the most anxiety was knowing that he was going to be talking to Trent about this. Trent, who had grown scarier since the first feast, and therefore only made this Gryffindor feel more closed off from him.

Sweet Merlin, this was going to be a long appointment.

After a few minutes of hyping himself up, the seventh year started....... uh, talking? to the gargoyles? Was this it? "Hey, I'm Lucas Dakest." Did it need any more personal information? No? "I have an appointment." How did this work, exactly? What was he supposed to do now?

He hadn't been in his office for the last few hours. Being Headmaster, there were many things he was forced to pay attention. Today was something or the other of a girl down in the Slytherin dungeon who needed stern words. His words were stern, the girl's expression solemn. Did he truly get through to her? Only the next few days would tell.

For now, there was a boy standing by the gargoyles. Getting closer, the Headmaster recognized him to be one of his prefects. Even more unfortunate? He'd heard him tell the stone structures he had an appointment.

This was becoming a far too common trend, if you asked him.

"Dakest." He said, as much to remind himself as he was acknowledging the Gryffindor.

"Looks like you'll be coming up with me." He brushed past the boy, and headed up the stairs as they began to ascend. Please make this quick.

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DaniDiNardo MO & DMLE Crup Join Date: May 2012 Location: Over here! (GMT -5) Posts: 17,240 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12	Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir Straight up the moving staircase it was. Which was good, because Nem was not very interested in waiting around today. They ascended to Trentula's office, knocked sharply on the door - rap-rap - and went right on in. He already knew they were on their way, after all. "Afternoon, sir," greeted Nem, all kinds of chipper as they crossed the office. "Had a good rest of your day, I hope?" Or was he still more sour than a bag of lemons? They'd soon see. Pausing by a chair in front of the desk, Nem glanced at the pictures on display - there was Vegetable, back when he was younger and likely a whole lot more irritating, plus another sprat, and some woman (wife, no doubt) - up at the bookshelves, then back to the Headsman again. And smiled one of those very Nemesis smiles. Oh. This one. Being interrupted became just a little less an inconvenience when the only child worth anything in that entire cohort made an entrance. As far as pesky children he had to contend with went, this one was nowhere near the top. "It could've been worse." He said, eyes following the student as they entered the room. "But I don't suppose you came here to shoot the breeze and catch up on my unimpressive afternoon." There had been mention of an appointment. He liked this one, but not enough to simply shoot the breeze. More...enough that if a catastrophe hit, he'd pause a moment to wonder if they made it out alright. That was enough. "What can I do for you?" Quote: Originally Posted by hermionesclone It was safe to say that Lucas didn't want to be here. He knew this appointment was important and would regret it if he didn't come but with how he felt, he would rather not be here. Discussing his future only to end up questioning his existence and self-worth didn't sound like his idea of fun. Approaching the stone gargoyles, he started to realise exactly why he didn't want to come here. The part that was giving him the most anxiety was knowing that he was going to be talking to Trent about this. Trent, who had grown scarier since the first feast, and therefore only made this Gryffindor feel more closed off from him. Sweet Merlin, this was going to be a long appointment. After a few minutes of hyping himself up, the seventh year started....... uh, talking? to the gargoyles? Was this it? "Hey, I'm Lucas Dakest." Did it need any more personal information? No? "I have an appointment." How did this work, exactly? What was he supposed to do now? He hadn't been in his office for the last few hours. Being Headmaster, there were many things he was forced to pay attention. Today was something or the other of a girl down in the Slytherin dungeon who needed stern words. His words were stern, the girl's expression solemn. Did he truly get through to her? Only the next few days would tell. For now, there was a boy standing by the gargoyles. Getting closer, the Headmaster recognized him to be one of his prefects. Even more unfortunate? He'd heard him tell the stone structures he had an appointment. This was becoming a far too common trend, if you asked him. "Dakest." He said, as much to remind himself as he was acknowledging the Gryffindor. "Looks like you'll be coming up with me." He brushed past the boy, and headed up the stairs as they began to ascend. Please make this quick. __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.