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ArianaBlack · 05-18-2021, 03:01 AM

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Originally Posted by astrocat

Ash read something in a book one time. That when you were walking into a haunted house, you must cross over fast or risk panicking and being unable to move. Same principal applied for this visit. So Ash stepped in and clasped her hands. "Thank you. Can I sit down in one of those beanbags? No thanks on the tea. You can have it."

Tea?
I don't drink tea.
What do you drink?
Not tea.

Ash suddenly needed to know the answer right now. Because she wanted to run away, and if she did, she'd never have an answer. "Schmoe... would it have been better if I didn't... you know... fight all the time?" She blinked fast so that no tears could even consider falling. "Wouldn't it be worse if I didn't?" She didn't understand why people wanted her to shut up and stop drawing attention. Did they think she would be safe if she didn't speak out. She wouldn't. She would be dead, right next to all the other muggleborns. Maybe they could live happily ever after in silence with a whole group of people suffering right next to them. WAS THAT WHY? WAS IT? "It's not fair... they don't get it... because being quiet would get me hurt anyway even if I didn't do anything." Ash could feel the floodgates of tears coming on. Great. How long had she been in here? One minute? Five?
Well. This was not optimal.

"Er yes, of course," he gestured to the beanbags. Finneas wasn't entirely oblivious to the urgency with which she stepped inside, but he politely refrained from inquiring. He had a feeling she would address the matter soon enough, call it professor's intuition. Or, er, something like that. "I, er, also have hot chocolate if that interests you." He'd pour a cup of chamomile just for himself then.

He moved over to do just that, but paused to look up as Ashley spoke again. The tea could wait. Ms. Fox posed an interesting question. It was one that Finneas wasn't sure he had the ultimate answer to, but he did listen as she continued to elaborate. Sometimes, when you remained quiet, a student would come to their own conclusions. Often times, it helped to allow them to marinate in the question they posed for themselves. Or maybe it didn't. At least this way he could buy himself some more time when he needed. It was easier to converse via owl, when you didn't have to give instantaneous replies.

He stood reverently (aside from the occasional twitch), only speaking when he was sure she was finished sharing her own thoughts. "I'm, er, I'm not sure there's a right answer to that, Ms. Fox," he replied honestly. "You did what you could with what you had and with what you knew at the time." As he began to elaborate, he felt he was saying this just as much for himself as he was for Ashley. Perhaps one day, he would be able to internalize this. But for now, he felt the guilt full force. Was he doing all he could by staying here? By teaching? "That's all we could do. You did what you thought would protect you." And perhaps it did not work in the way that they would have hoped and, perhaps, it did hurt more than it did help, but the information they had was limited. Schmoe found that clarity often only came from hindsight. "Do you, er, do you feel it would have been better?"

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ArianaBlack Assistant Forum Manager Quibbler & Newbie Mod Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: #6e5f57 \|#ff5470 Posts: 13,710 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alfie Adair Hufflepuff Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Laini Gracae-Ryans Slytherin Second Year x10 x1	doesn't proofread tweets \| #wrongaboutcereal \| #siriusly? \| emo to the extremo Quote: Originally Posted by astrocat Ash read something in a book one time. That when you were walking into a haunted house, you must cross over fast or risk panicking and being unable to move. Same principal applied for this visit. So Ash stepped in and clasped her hands. "Thank you. Can I sit down in one of those beanbags? No thanks on the tea. You can have it." Tea? I don't drink tea. What do you drink? Not tea. Ash suddenly needed to know the answer right now. Because she wanted to run away, and if she did, she'd never have an answer. "Schmoe... would it have been better if I didn't... you know... fight all the time?" She blinked fast so that no tears could even consider falling. "Wouldn't it be worse if I didn't?" She didn't understand why people wanted her to shut up and stop drawing attention. Did they think she would be safe if she didn't speak out. She wouldn't. She would be dead, right next to all the other muggleborns. Maybe they could live happily ever after in silence with a whole group of people suffering right next to them. WAS THAT WHY? WAS IT? "It's not fair... they don't get it... because being quiet would get me hurt anyway even if I didn't do anything." Ash could feel the floodgates of tears coming on. Great. How long had she been in here? One minute? Five? Well. This was not optimal. "Er yes, of course," he gestured to the beanbags. Finneas wasn't entirely oblivious to the urgency with which she stepped inside, but he politely refrained from inquiring. He had a feeling she would address the matter soon enough, call it professor's intuition. Or, er, something like that. "I, er, also have hot chocolate if that interests you." He'd pour a cup of chamomile just for himself then. He moved over to do just that, but paused to look up as Ashley spoke again. The tea could wait. Ms. Fox posed an interesting question. It was one that Finneas wasn't sure he had the ultimate answer to, but he did listen as she continued to elaborate. Sometimes, when you remained quiet, a student would come to their own conclusions. Often times, it helped to allow them to marinate in the question they posed for themselves. Or maybe it didn't. At least this way he could buy himself some more time when he needed. It was easier to converse via owl, when you didn't have to give instantaneous replies. He stood reverently (aside from the occasional twitch), only speaking when he was sure she was finished sharing her own thoughts. "I'm, er, I'm not sure there's a right answer to that, Ms. Fox," he replied honestly. "You did what you could with what you had and with what you knew at the time." As he began to elaborate, he felt he was saying this just as much for himself as he was for Ashley. Perhaps one day, he would be able to internalize this. But for now, he felt the guilt full force. Was he doing all he could by staying here? By teaching? "That's all we could do. You did what you thought would protect you." And perhaps it did not work in the way that they would have hoped and, perhaps, it did hurt more than it did help, but the information they had was limited. Schmoe found that clarity often only came from hindsight. "Do you, er, do you feel it would have been better?" __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Lemon!