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Felixir · 05-15-2021, 01:23 AM

SPOILER!!: Varma

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Originally Posted by Fireheart

Shreya nodded in understanding when Nemesis turned down the beverage. Plenty of students didn't take her up on her offers of office hospitality, which she mostly attributed to nerves and awkwardness. (As much as it frustrated her—really, she was just trying to brighten their days a bit and provide some variation from the daily Great Hall pumpkin juice.) But she also knew that the Slytherin rarely consumed potions during class. Whether it had been a recent development since she started teaching at Hogwarts, or if Nemesis had always been cautious about brews, was yet to be determined.

Perhaps they really just didn't care for a beverage at the moment, but perhaps they were just skeptical of her.

She was a bit uncomfortable at the smile that spread across Nemesis's face. The events of last term were certainly not a smiling matter, however wry it may be. Though if she had learned anything about her students last term—particularly in the Room—it was that they all coped differently. Perhaps the satirical attitude was their way of dealing with....whatever was going on.

Settling into her chair across from them, she crossed her hands together and leaned forward ever so slightly to meet Nemesis's stare. Though their piercing blue eyes were a bit disconcerting to the Potions professor, she didn't let her hesitancy show. "I'm not sure it would be so clear had one of your classmates died as a result of your actions," she replied to their question pointedly, mind flickering back to the Polyjuice lesson. Had Lucien Rosier been in a particularly more foul mood that day, students like Ashley Fox, Kale Trent and Minjae Yoon could have been seriously harmed.

"I'm not going to press you for the reasoning behind it all," she added. While every bit of her wanted to figure out why Nemesis had acted the way they did, she knew it was not her job to act as a therapist or private investigator. So she restrained herself from inquiry. "I do believe that your efforts that day on the bridge hinted to your true intentions. But do you understand that it doesn't exactly erase the pain?" Yes, she may be willing to give them the benefit of the doubt and move forward. But she wanted them to understand that their classmates may not be so forgiving.

Once Varma met their eyes, she was more or less locked in; Nem did not look away, just kept their gaze fixed on her, unflinching, unabashed. The smile was long gone, their expression now completely neutral. "Not so clear, I agree, but no less true," they pointed out, in a tone of casual politeness. "Although... which actions are you referring to, exactly?" Nem would not deny having done anything untoward last term, far from it, but some things ought to be addressed, even if it was just with this one professor, now that they had a duty-bound audience. "If you're implying I had any kind of influence over Lucien Rosier's actions, I'm afraid you've got it backwards. If I had, last year would not have gone the way it did."

It was probably not worth pointing out - at least not yet, or in so many words - that no students did die as a result of their actions, and therefore it was pointless to get all hung up on the matter. In any case, right now Nem was zeroing in on the professor's lack of interest in answers, in knowing. They didn't understand, they couldn't understand. They'd figured the students here would not be at all interested in associating with them anymore, but Nem had assumed there would nevertheless be more questions fired at them, not less. Loathe as they were to admit it, it was just another of those jarring little examples of how little they understood - really and truly understood - other people.

Nem considered Varma for a moment, and gave a small shake of the head. "I understand plenty. That's the main benefit I've found in actively looking for answers." Pointed statements were a thing they could both do, and Nem was well-versed in the art; just ask the Headsman. "But, you know, there is something you could maybe help me get my head around. If you're willing to try."

05-15-2021, 01:23 AM	#9 (permalink)
Felixir Book Club Mod Alley Proprietor Banshee Join Date: Dec 2008 Location: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Posts: 50,134 Hogwarts RPG Name: Charlie Upstead Gryffindor Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Aurelio Kaiser Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexei Petrov Slytherin First Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Ezekiel Ransom-Kruus Ollivanders x12 x12	Lovely™ \| Captain Hurted \| Ariana's Bane \| Resident Antagonist \| Unparalleled Delight SPOILER!!: Varma Quote: Originally Posted by Fireheart Shreya nodded in understanding when Nemesis turned down the beverage. Plenty of students didn't take her up on her offers of office hospitality, which she mostly attributed to nerves and awkwardness. (As much as it frustrated her—really, she was just trying to brighten their days a bit and provide some variation from the daily Great Hall pumpkin juice.) But she also knew that the Slytherin rarely consumed potions during class. Whether it had been a recent development since she started teaching at Hogwarts, or if Nemesis had always been cautious about brews, was yet to be determined. Perhaps they really just didn't care for a beverage at the moment, but perhaps they were just skeptical of her. She was a bit uncomfortable at the smile that spread across Nemesis's face. The events of last term were certainly not a smiling matter, however wry it may be. Though if she had learned anything about her students last term—particularly in the Room—it was that they all coped differently. Perhaps the satirical attitude was their way of dealing with....whatever was going on. Settling into her chair across from them, she crossed her hands together and leaned forward ever so slightly to meet Nemesis's stare. Though their piercing blue eyes were a bit disconcerting to the Potions professor, she didn't let her hesitancy show. "I'm not sure it would be so clear had one of your classmates died as a result of your actions," she replied to their question pointedly, mind flickering back to the Polyjuice lesson. Had Lucien Rosier been in a particularly more foul mood that day, students like Ashley Fox, Kale Trent and Minjae Yoon could have been seriously harmed. "I'm not going to press you for the reasoning behind it all," she added. While every bit of her wanted to figure out why Nemesis had acted the way they did, she knew it was not her job to act as a therapist or private investigator. So she restrained herself from inquiry. "I do believe that your efforts that day on the bridge hinted to your true intentions. But do you understand that it doesn't exactly erase the pain?" Yes, she may be willing to give them the benefit of the doubt and move forward. But she wanted them to understand that their classmates may not be so forgiving. Once Varma met their eyes, she was more or less locked in; Nem did not look away, just kept their gaze fixed on her, unflinching, unabashed. The smile was long gone, their expression now completely neutral. "Not so clear, I agree, but no less true," they pointed out, in a tone of casual politeness. "Although... which actions are you referring to, exactly?" Nem would not deny having done anything untoward last term, far from it, but some things ought to be addressed, even if it was just with this one professor, now that they had a duty-bound audience. "If you're implying I had any kind of influence over Lucien Rosier's actions, I'm afraid you've got it backwards. If I had, last year would not have gone the way it did." It was probably not worth pointing out - at least not yet, or in so many words - that no students did die as a result of their actions, and therefore it was pointless to get all hung up on the matter. In any case, right now Nem was zeroing in on the professor's lack of interest in answers, in knowing. They didn't understand, they couldn't understand. They'd figured the students here would not be at all interested in associating with them anymore, but Nem had assumed there would nevertheless be more questions fired at them, not less. Loathe as they were to admit it, it was just another of those jarring little examples of how little they understood - really and truly understood - other people. Nem considered Varma for a moment, and gave a small shake of the head. "I understand plenty. That's the main benefit I've found in actively looking for answers." Pointed statements were a thing they could both do, and Nem was well-versed in the art; just ask the Headsman. "But, you know, there is something you could maybe help me get my head around. If you're willing to try." __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Chocolate!