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MadMadamMalfoy · 09-11-2024, 07:36 PM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

In spite of telling others that she had completed her animagus training, Sage still had one tiny little detail she had yet to pin down perfectly to make that statement true and it was incredibly frustrating. She had tried to practice over the summer, each time resulting in papa having to swoop in for the rescue and one time she had even had to ask dad's temp assistant to fix her up so she could stop looking like an incomplete satyress. At least she knew with complete confidence what her form was and she leaned into that knowledge a lot so she would cease wallowing in self pity.

Approaching Professor Carton's office, the seventh year internally groaned before filling out the form for this impromptu visit. She really ought to be used to do thing now considering how consistently she visited the man's office but it never ceased being cumbersome nor shake the sentiment of superfluousness.Placing the note inside the cabinet, closed it, and then knocked on the office door to wait.

And, well, this was the term of her letting loose a little and indulging in teenage whimsy so there was a very real possibility that she would leave something very much not a note of solicitation inside this vanishing cabinet at some point. She just had to find the appropriate item which was going to take months of careful consideration and planning.

Norman sat at his desk, poring over his plans for a future lesson. He looked up, noticing the parchment in the vanishing cabinet. Unfolding the parchment, he read its contents and smiled slightly to himself. He had been expecting a visit from this particular student.

Wasting no time, he rose from his chair and opened the door. “Hello, Miss Ransom-Kruus. Please come in,” he greeted, standing aside to allow the seventh year entry to his office. He followed behind, closing the door behind them. Taking his seat once again, he gestured toward the chairs on the opposite side of the desk. “How’s the training going? As I recall from the end of last term, you had some trouble with incomplete transformations. Is that still happening?”

09-11-2024, 07:36 PM	#3 (permalink)
MadMadamMalfoy Newbie Mod Alley Proprietor Mackled Malaclaw Join Date: Feb 2016 Location: Hazbin Hotel Posts: 11,119 Hogwarts RPG Name: Norman A. Carton Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Sydney M. L. Masters Slytherin Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Maddox B. Buchanan Gryffindor Fourth Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Caledon Roth The Leaky Cauldron	Rhibear ~ Madam Solo ~ Dark Brooding Girl ~ Accio Jedi ~ Gryffinclaw ~ Just a doll Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie In spite of telling others that she had completed her animagus training, Sage still had one tiny little detail she had yet to pin down perfectly to make that statement true and it was incredibly frustrating. She had tried to practice over the summer, each time resulting in papa having to swoop in for the rescue and one time she had even had to ask dad's temp assistant to fix her up so she could stop looking like an incomplete satyress. At least she knew with complete confidence what her form was and she leaned into that knowledge a lot so she would cease wallowing in self pity. Approaching Professor Carton's office, the seventh year internally groaned before filling out the form for this impromptu visit. She really ought to be used to do thing now considering how consistently she visited the man's office but it never ceased being cumbersome nor shake the sentiment of superfluousness.Placing the note inside the cabinet, closed it, and then knocked on the office door to wait. And, well, this was the term of her letting loose a little and indulging in teenage whimsy so there was a very real possibility that she would leave something very much not a note of solicitation inside this vanishing cabinet at some point. She just had to find the appropriate item which was going to take months of careful consideration and planning. Norman sat at his desk, poring over his plans for a future lesson. He looked up, noticing the parchment in the vanishing cabinet. Unfolding the parchment, he read its contents and smiled slightly to himself. He had been expecting a visit from this particular student. Wasting no time, he rose from his chair and opened the door. “Hello, Miss Ransom-Kruus. Please come in,” he greeted, standing aside to allow the seventh year entry to his office. He followed behind, closing the door behind them. Taking his seat once again, he gestured toward the chairs on the opposite side of the desk. “How’s the training going? As I recall from the end of last term, you had some trouble with incomplete transformations. Is that still happening?” __________________ Old voices I had thought long since dead whisper of another life I might have led If I could take that second chance, If I could make my life anew, If only dreams came true...