ooc: Soz! *ish poked*, kk back to the torturing...lol

Lua stared unblinkingly at the professor, her behavior was quite unrationale, lua wasn't sure if it was because of her paranoial behavior she ceased this year or was it the influence of the professor reflecting on her. Lua followed her inside the office and studied her question for a moment.
"Well, there are two reasons, one you would like the other i am not sure" lua began explaining, "Do you want to hear them both or just one or neither?" lua questioned wondering if it was the right thing to play with the professor's temper.

There came a knock on the door. Andi sighed quietly. "In a minute please, I'm finishing up here," she called, somehow managing to imply that she was going to be dragging out a dead body in just a while. Andi turned back to Lua, her fingers tapping on the desk. "I'd be quite interested in both," she said.

Andi's eyebrows went up in surprise. "You're a Gryffindor and you have a grudge against Gryffindor. And you hexed me and blamed it on Nik because he was holding a picture -"

OOC: Which I drew!

"- of a girl that wasn't... you?" Andi almost laughed out loud, it was so ludicrous. "You might have overreacted, for lord's sake, it could've been his sister, his cousin."

She shook her head, and smiled slightly at Lua, not mocking her this time. Andi remembered passions of the heart. Karl had been rather subject to them in his youth.

Walking up to the Professor's door Thump knocks. Pressing his ear close to door he hears voices inside. Only because I have respect for you thought Thump while he took out a piece of parchment and quill and wrote "sorry for today in class" -Thump Nixon, sweet and to the point he thought.And with that he slipped the parchment under the door and walked away until later.

"Apologies," said Andi coolly. "I must have misheard. I have no grudge against any particular house, you understand. I detest them all. And I loathe idiots. It is, fortunately, not my problem that an extraordinary number of your housemates are fools, brainless insolents and seem to adore being late to class. And frankly, I consider that a weak excuse for your behaviour anyway. Not that jealousy is such a redeeming motive. So Nikolai had a picture of Fran and he brought it to class. You can keep these affairs out of my classroom. I'm not Nikolai's mother. Settle this outside, if you would and if you're so proud of your house, refrain from besmirching it with such petty idiocy. Thank you and good bye."

She looked down at her papers, indicating quite clearly that the interview was over. Quickly, she summoned the piece of paper that a student had slid under her door and studied it. Well, that was courteous of the Ravenclaw anyway.

At least the Professor had bothered to answer, Tia thought angrily as Professor Mao-Macdougal's murderous voice floated outside. She hoped all would go well for Lua. Minutes seemed to tick by very slowly and painfully. She wannted to suffocate the Professor or, better still, skin her alive. But you didn't do that when you were dealing with Andi Mao-Madougal.

You did something worse.

She knocked again. Hurry up already, will you? she thought, fists clenched.

Andi walked over to the door and pulled it open. She looked at the Gryffindor and the Slytherin both impassively, and made a mental note that this would be last, absolutely, positively, incorrigibly last two students she was going to see before shutting the door and running away to a Zen Monastery. Of course she knew she wouldn't do it. Some masochistic curiousity would force her to open the door.

Oh well. For every minute she endured, maybe Someone Up There noticed and shaved a couple or so years off purgatory. Lord knows she'd done enough to deserve going there, and lower.

"Who was here first?"

Jewil walked by Professor Mao-Macdougal's office and disided to stop by. She stook out her hand and slowly knocked on the door. She opend the door after a second and walked in. She smiled ad looked up at Professor Mao-macdougal. "Hi my name is Jewil I'm a first year here at hogwarts and i dont get the home work. I was wondring if you could help me with just what it means." She smiled but she felt a littlie embarsed for asking for help.

"She was ma'am." Rosalie answered, pointing at the girl standing next to herself.

Letting out a breath, she backed up to the wall, and leaned against it, hoping to relax if only a little. The Charms Professor hadn't looked mad exactly, but she hadn't looked all together happy either. Rosalie consoled herelf, telling herself that this was as good a time as any to talk to her. If she was going to at all.

Andi's eyes were caught by a young Chinese girl, carrying a large tray. It looked like it was going to spill out of her hands any time soon. Hurriedly, Andi reached out and took it from her, afraid that the wobble in those skinny arms wound soon mean shards of china and a great mess on the floor, "May I help you?" she asked, studying the tray curiously.

Andi looked down at the girl and raised an eyebrow. "I would have thought the assignment was clear enough," she said crisply. "Describe the effect Wizarding Laws had on future Charms. I believe there are study groups about the school should you wish for further assistance."

"I see," said Andi, studying the Slytherin girl with a quick flick of her eyes. "Very well then, if it's not too urgent, you will wait? If it's something important..." she would have gestured, but her hands were full with the tray.

"I do need to speak with you. But I can wait while you take care of other students first. They did arrive before me." Rosalie answered easily.

She was proud of herself for looking calm. It was easy to be intimidated by the Charms Professor. She knew a large ammount of first years who fear even going to her classes. Charms class didn't bother her. But comming to her with a problem such as the one she had made her nervous. Her brown eyes barely conveyed her true feelings.

Andi stared at the cakes and her face flushed with pleasure. "Good heavens!" she exclaimed, her hand flying to her mouth, eyes sparkling. "I haven't seen any of this for ages!"

The sweet scent of Chinese tea filled the room like incense to the gods. "Tie kuan yin cha," said Andi quietly. "The Iron Goddess of Mercy tea. I haven't had anything but that blasted red tea from India to drink for too long." Like most Chinese, or even half Chinese, Andi had a hearty respect for food. Some part of her genes remembered the bitter heat of the rice fields, the precious few leaves unfolding in hot water, staining it a lovely amber.

Andi looked at the young Chinese girl, and put a fist to her palm, nodding slightly in an attitude of acknowledgement.

Andi's smile had died down by now, but her face was softer and more pleasant than normal. She sipped her hot tea, feeling the bitter but pleasant flavor on her tongue, burning it slightly. "A bit early for zhong qiu jie, the mid autumn festival," she remarked, nodding at the mooncakes. "How may I help you, Ms. Liu?"

Andi stiffened imperceptibly. "Bribery is not exactly the way to go though, Ms. Liu," she said lightly, taking another sip of the tea, her fingers gently supporting the small cup, nimbly resting on the rounded edge of it, so the heat didn't burn her hand.