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CruppieMom89 · 10-21-2020, 12:44 AM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

Finneas scratched his neck sheepishly. Errr…. Not every lesson, no. Perhaps he had given his students too much credit. It was all becoming very evident now. He clearly has to face them with a little more cynicism. This would be the year that Hogwarts broke him. But he put these thoughts on hold as Williamson wore that idea look of his. Though Finneas did not necessarily want to chaperone the upcoming field trip, er, well… He was not good at saying no.

Fortunately, he didn’t have to even try because, alas, a well-timed interruption! This meant he had successfully avoided committing to it, right? Right?

Er.

But what was this? Finneas got up on his two feet and followed behind Williamson. A frantic first year, a frantic Schmoe, Williamson, and an orange pygmy puff. What an interesting combination this was turning out to be. ”Er….. Ms. Taylor,” Finneas was trying to follow along, but many of the details that were being shared were far too far-fetched to be at all believable. Yesterday Schmoe would have taken her words seriously. Today Schmoe had learned that he needed to practice a healthy dosage of cynicism. Now was his time to shine! To show the world all that he had learned in the past half hour.

”Shouldn’t you be in class?” Very firm. Much foot down. So stern. ”Thank you for your concern, but errrr. I can assure you that your Headmaster would never endanger you or your classmates, he err.. He likes to do the opposite of that.” It was at this point in the program that Finneas turned to look up at Williamson…. For approval. Had he done okay? Was THIS taking charge? Did he pass? Was he ready to face another in-class mutiny?

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Williamson had to scrub at his face as the first year (of course it was THIS year's group of first years) immediately babbled on about some monster. And of course her story was corroborated, in her words, by another first year.

He looked instead at Schmoe, and Punkin, who had somehow taken to riding on Schmoe's shoulder. He gave the younger man a firm nod of approval at his answer. "That's right." Could he see how proud he was of his former pupil?! He was becoming such a ~~cynical~~ wise guy already! PROUD ~~PAPA~~ TEACHER HERE. "Listen to Professor Schmoe. The Headmaster doesn't even like the forest. Ask him about it sometime. Maybe not NOW, when you're supposed to be learning, but trust me."

Cue old-timer chuckle of confidence here.

"This is probably all just a big hypothetical. If anyone's capable of talking about the forest, it's him. You'll be fine. He's very talented at uh, Defense spells. Now get back to class." He made a gentle shooing motion with his hand.

They didn’t believe her. Of course they didn’t believe her. Her story sounded like some kind of nightmare. Honestly, Ivy kind of did FEEL like she was living in a nightmare. This was not at all what she had thought Hogwarts was going to be like. ”It’s true. I’m not making it up. I don’t tell lies. Pleeeaaaase believe me,” she sniffled through her tears which were threatening to turn into sobs. ”Professor Recard believed Ashley! She sent a - a Patronus to the Headmaster after Ashley and her friends got attacked. And there was the charms classroom! It was all destroyed.”

And now the desperate little first year did absolutely the only thing left for small little girls who were scared and needed help and desperately wanted their mommies...

She forced her way through the slightly open door and threw her arms around Professor Williamson’s middle, sobbing into his stomach, shaking all over. ”Please don’t send me back. Something is wrong. Something really bad is happening.”

10-21-2020, 12:44 AM	#17 (permalink)
CruppieMom89 Formerly: Dances_With_Potter DMAC Jobberknoll Join Date: Jan 2009 Posts: 4,153	shrugs I dunno... this is just what she said to do... Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack Finneas scratched his neck sheepishly. Errr…. Not every lesson, no. Perhaps he had given his students too much credit. It was all becoming very evident now. He clearly has to face them with a little more cynicism. This would be the year that Hogwarts broke him. But he put these thoughts on hold as Williamson wore that idea look of his. Though Finneas did not necessarily want to chaperone the upcoming field trip, er, well… He was not good at saying no. Fortunately, he didn’t have to even try because, alas, a well-timed interruption! This meant he had successfully avoided committing to it, right? Right? Er. But what was this? Finneas got up on his two feet and followed behind Williamson. A frantic first year, a frantic Schmoe, Williamson, and an orange pygmy puff. What an interesting combination this was turning out to be. ”Er….. Ms. Taylor,” Finneas was trying to follow along, but many of the details that were being shared were far too far-fetched to be at all believable. Yesterday Schmoe would have taken her words seriously. Today Schmoe had learned that he needed to practice a healthy dosage of cynicism. Now was his time to shine! To show the world all that he had learned in the past half hour. ”Shouldn’t you be in class?” Very firm. Much foot down. So stern. ”Thank you for your concern, but errrr. I can assure you that your Headmaster would never endanger you or your classmates, he err.. He likes to do the opposite of that.” It was at this point in the program that Finneas turned to look up at Williamson…. For approval. Had he done okay? Was THIS taking charge? Did he pass? Was he ready to face another in-class mutiny? Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Williamson had to scrub at his face as the first year (of course it was THIS year's group of first years) immediately babbled on about some monster. And of course her story was corroborated, in her words, by another first year. He looked instead at Schmoe, and Punkin, who had somehow taken to riding on Schmoe's shoulder. He gave the younger man a firm nod of approval at his answer. "That's right." Could he see how proud he was of his former pupil?! He was becoming such a ~~cynical~~ wise guy already! PROUD ~~PAPA~~ TEACHER HERE. "Listen to Professor Schmoe. The Headmaster doesn't even like the forest. Ask him about it sometime. Maybe not NOW, when you're supposed to be learning, but trust me." Cue old-timer chuckle of confidence here. "This is probably all just a big hypothetical. If anyone's capable of talking about the forest, it's him. You'll be fine. He's very talented at uh, Defense spells. Now get back to class." He made a gentle shooing motion with his hand. They didn’t believe her. Of course they didn’t believe her. Her story sounded like some kind of nightmare. Honestly, Ivy kind of did FEEL like she was living in a nightmare. This was not at all what she had thought Hogwarts was going to be like. ”It’s true. I’m not making it up. I don’t tell lies. Pleeeaaaase believe me,” she sniffled through her tears which were threatening to turn into sobs. ”Professor Recard believed Ashley! She sent a - a Patronus to the Headmaster after Ashley and her friends got attacked. And there was the charms classroom! It was all destroyed.” And now the desperate little first year did absolutely the only thing left for small little girls who were scared and needed help and desperately wanted their mommies... She forced her way through the slightly open door and threw her arms around Professor Williamson’s middle, sobbing into his stomach, shaking all over. ”Please don’t send me back. Something is wrong. Something really bad is happening.” __________________ It's the way you're smiling at me. It's in the way you hold my hand. It's the way I've watched you change me from a boy into a man. It's a million things about you, and I don't know what it is. I have never known a love like this.