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Stefan · 05-08-2021, 10:12 PM

Noah, too, gave Claudine his own greeting with a nod and grin as she sat on the ground with him and Blake. He looked at them with interest as they exchanged a bit of banter and wondered about the food reference... or if it was actually literal. You just... don't know with Slytherins sometimes.

The lesson commenced, and Noah pointedly looked away from the professor as he stood before them and gave them all a good look. It was a bit awkward, the minute of silence and observation, so Noah busied himself instead by fiddling with his shoelaces. It really was hard to go back to school, especially if they didn't know who to trust any more. Not only that, but it also didn't help that their own parents had their opinion about it too, leaving them poor kids to figure it out themselves. But just like what his great-gramps said, they all ought to move on. Things happen all the time in and out of school, and that was the nature of life whether it was lived in the muggle or magical world.

As soon as the Shmoemeister started talking, Noah's gaze shifted from his shoelaces to their professor. Oh, no. Was it going to be just like the group therapy thing? If it was then the MS professor was doing better. Waaay better. But, empathy, huh? Well, their mummy has plenty of that, post-war or not, so empathy was something that he was familiar with, although Missus Sophie Mordaunt's definition of empathy had a bit of an extra punch. Noah raised his hand and waited for his turn to answer. "Erm...empathy is...exactly what you just did a while ago, professor." he said, retracting back his hand. "You sort of... know what's going on with us when you gave us a look." the quiet reverence was not missed, because he too struggled. "There's that, understanding and respect coming off of you without saying anything."

Too much, professor?

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Stefan Abraxan Join Date: Feb 2011 Location: Under Blueprints Posts: 25,495 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mackenzie Alistaire Mordaunt Slytherin Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Yoji Christopher Reed Ravenclaw First Year x12 x12	Jedi Master•General Iroh•Java Junkie• King ♛ Stefan •Mycroft Holmes•Dragon Lord•Druid Boy Noah, too, gave Claudine his own greeting with a nod and grin as she sat on the ground with him and Blake. He looked at them with interest as they exchanged a bit of banter and wondered about the food reference... or if it was actually literal. You just... don't know with Slytherins sometimes. The lesson commenced, and Noah pointedly looked away from the professor as he stood before them and gave them all a good look. It was a bit awkward, the minute of silence and observation, so Noah busied himself instead by fiddling with his shoelaces. It really was hard to go back to school, especially if they didn't know who to trust any more. Not only that, but it also didn't help that their own parents had their opinion about it too, leaving them poor kids to figure it out themselves. But just like what his great-gramps said, they all ought to move on. Things happen all the time in and out of school, and that was the nature of life whether it was lived in the muggle or magical world. As soon as the Shmoemeister started talking, Noah's gaze shifted from his shoelaces to their professor. Oh, no. Was it going to be just like the group therapy thing? If it was then the MS professor was doing better. Waaay better. But, empathy, huh? Well, their mummy has plenty of that, post-war or not, so empathy was something that he was familiar with, although Missus Sophie Mordaunt's definition of empathy had a bit of an extra punch. Noah raised his hand and waited for his turn to answer. "Erm...empathy is...exactly what you just did a while ago, professor." he said, retracting back his hand. "You sort of... know what's going on with us when you gave us a look." the quiet reverence was not missed, because he too struggled. "There's that, understanding and respect coming off of you without saying anything." Too much, professor? __________________ "It didn't go quite as planned." \| The Underground Studio Translation: I may have caused irreversible damage on a monumental scale.