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AmbiguouslyMe · 10-22-2010, 02:51 AM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

What's uh, what's with all the staring, professor? Fletcher was dying to ask, but of course dared not to since he had a feeling that would come off as being smart and Fletcher liked Professor Kingsley too much to antagonize him ~~further.~~

"Errrrrrrrr," he started, very articulately. "I was thinking, sir... well I was wondering, really, if I could conjure things that didn't necessary look like firewood but were made of wood and could therefore still be flammable??? So I imagined a desk," not just any desk, but he left that part out, "and I was surprised it worked!"

And it had been AWESOME.

He tried to smile politely, angelically even, but Kingsley's narrowed eyes made his facial expression fall dreadfully flat. Well. The transfiguration professor shouldn't be that upset. It could be a lot worse. Fletcher's initial idea, after all, had been to conjure up the Slytherin table from the Great Hall.

Professor Kingsley pursed his lips. "And, did you consider how your spectacle might influence younger students who are not a proficient as you? What foolhardy task it might inspire them to try?"

Because, like it or not, the boy was a champion and thus is a position to influence a great number of students.

"Or, perhaps, what it could have provoked among students who imagine themselves your peer or your superior who, had I not ended class, tried to out do you?"

There were two words to describe the expression on Professor Kingsley's face. Annoyed.

And disappointed.

10-22-2010, 02:51 AM	#80 (permalink)
AmbiguouslyMe SA & DMLE Mooncalf Join Date: Aug 2009 Location: Boston Posts: 6,674 Hogwarts RPG Name: Hazel Martin-Pryce First Year Diagon Alley Proprietor: Scout MacIntyre Daily Prophet Reporter x4	Granddaddy Ravenclaw \| \| Jermione Granger Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl What's uh, what's with all the staring, professor? Fletcher was dying to ask, but of course dared not to since he had a feeling that would come off as being smart and Fletcher liked Professor Kingsley too much to antagonize him ~~further.~~ "Errrrrrrrr," he started, very articulately. "I was thinking, sir... well I was wondering, really, if I could conjure things that didn't necessary look like firewood but were made of wood and could therefore still be flammable??? So I imagined a desk," not just any desk, but he left that part out, "and I was surprised it worked!" And it had been AWESOME. He tried to smile politely, angelically even, but Kingsley's narrowed eyes made his facial expression fall dreadfully flat. Well. The transfiguration professor shouldn't be that upset. It could be a lot worse. Fletcher's initial idea, after all, had been to conjure up the Slytherin table from the Great Hall. Professor Kingsley pursed his lips. "And, did you consider how your spectacle might influence younger students who are not a proficient as you? What foolhardy task it might inspire them to try?" Because, like it or not, the boy was a champion and thus is a position to influence a great number of students. "Or, perhaps, what it could have provoked among students who imagine themselves your peer or your superior who, had I not ended class, tried to out do you?" There were two words to describe the expression on Professor Kingsley's face. Annoyed. And disappointed. __________________ Has anyone ever sung you a lullaby? You can fly above the rain clouds Close your eyes Let the melody carry you Leave all your fears behind You can float across a rainbow sky to once upon a time