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Once you've been invited inside the Professor's Office, feel feel to take a seat either at the chair opposite his desk or any of the two long couches fixed about the room. Either's fine as he isn't usually bothered by most things. Whatever the case, he's like to make himself comfortable so you might as well do the same.
To the far corner of the room, you'll notice a large, fluffy cushion on the floor by a little cabinet that is always closed. You'll do best to leave that where it is. The scratching post, as it so happens, is also none of your concern.
The bookshelves all around the room are filled with various subjects ranging from Charms to Dragon taming, from curse breaking to cooking. It's not certain he's read them all but the Professor likes surrounding himself with as wide an array as possible, in the event he gets a chance to have a sit down but doesn't fancy a nap to while away his afternoon. You could burrow something from his 'modest' collection if he likes you enough but it's more likely he'll ask you if the Library suddenly ran out of books.
On his desk, you'll notice a picture of a woman with a wide smile and another more crowded subject consisting of five young children ranging from 2-6 years old with two sets of twins in the mix. It's best you not touch those; he'll probably know if you did.
Due to his sensitive sense of smell the Professor has also charmed the office, leaving it rather neutral if not with the faintest hint of lavender.
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He supposed he could have the students....wait no...no that wouldn't work--but what if he--no...no, that was vastly uncertain and he didn't have that level of confidence in his students as yet. Maddox leaned over his desk, crossing out idea after idea on the parchment before him. There must have been a way to get the information across in such a way that it would stick...without giant spiders descending.
As...interesting as that had been, a few of the students had gotten awfully loud and his ears could do without that.
The Charms Professor tapped his quill lightly against the parchment but this time his thoughts broke mid-way at the sudden knock at the door. He might have grumbled but the student did him a favour announcing who it was; he wouldn't have to leave his desk! "It's open." The man called, grabbing his wand to unlock the door from where he stood.
Sophie Brown? This early in the term? Sweet Merlin, tell him she had an apple.
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He knew her so well.
At the man's reply, Sophie Brown entered the office, a BIG smile on her face, and she made a GRAND gesture out of digging THREE apples from the bag slung over her shoulder. One red, one yellow, and one green. "Hi. What kind's your favorite?" She crossed over toward his desk, extending them all out to him, not looking like she was jesting with him at all. Though... she might have been. They were REAL apples, though, and there was nothing wrong with them. She was just being overly sweet to prepare him for the joking around that was to come.
"I should've asked last term, but you seemed pretty happy just to get any sort of apple at all, but if you like more than others, I'd like to spread the word through the student body so they'll cater to your needs so you don't yell at us like you did that first class last term. Trying to be a responsible leader 'n all 'n make your life easier."
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SPOILER!!: THREE apples oh my
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He knew her so well.
At the man's reply, Sophie Brown entered the office, a BIG smile on her face, and she made a GRAND gesture out of digging THREE apples from the bag slung over her shoulder. One red, one yellow, and one green. "Hi. What kind's your favorite?" She crossed over toward his desk, extending them all out to him, not looking like she was jesting with him at all. Though... she might have been. They were REAL apples, though, and there was nothing wrong with them. She was just being overly sweet to prepare him for the joking around that was to come.
"I should've asked last term, but you seemed pretty happy just to get any sort of apple at all, but if you like more than others, I'd like to spread the word through the student body so they'll cater to your needs so you don't yell at us like you did that first class last term. Trying to be a responsible leader 'n all 'n make your life easier."
Ahem. So what would it be?
Even after he heard her shove the door open and enter, the man didn't look up from the parchments scattered across his desk. Miss Brown was hardly shy, she would speak what she wanted the moment she felt most inclined. Until then, there was no need to try coaxing anything out of her. The question about his favourites, however, coupled with the fresh scent of apples that drifted into the room had him looking over at her immediately.
Holy mother of Merlin...this child was a Godsend, wasn't she?
Someone, somewhere up there had heard his silent, peckish plea and delivered the Ravenclaw to his door. Naturally he'd have said thank you but to whom? Exactly, so he would settle for a half smirk of satisfaction as he nicked the apples from her hands one at a time. "I'd tell you it doesn't matter but I do have a preference for the green ones." That being the case, it was the first he sank his teeth into with the other two tumbled into his desk drawer. "Thank you."
Crunch. Ugh, heavenly.
"If you can get the class to bring me a barrel of green apples then all the power to you." He would be giddier than someone who ingested alihotsy extracts but she didn't need to know that. "And I didn't yell, I simply...raised my voice loud enough for the students to hear over their rotten little attitudes."Crunch. "There's a difference." Just don't ask him what that difference was.
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Even after he heard her shove the door open and enter, the man didn't look up from the parchments scattered across his desk. Miss Brown was hardly shy, she would speak what she wanted the moment she felt most inclined. Until then, there was no need to try coaxing anything out of her. The question about his favourites, however, coupled with the fresh scent of apples that drifted into the room had him looking over at her immediately.
Holy mother of Merlin...this child was a Godsend, wasn't she?
Someone, somewhere up there had heard his silent, peckish plea and delivered the Ravenclaw to his door. Naturally he'd have said thank you but to whom? Exactly, so he would settle for a half smirk of satisfaction as he nicked the apples from her hands one at a time. "I'd tell you it doesn't matter but I do have a preference for the green ones." That being the case, it was the first he sank his teeth into with the other two tumbled into his desk drawer. "Thank you."
Crunch. Ugh, heavenly.
"If you can get the class to bring me a barrel of green apples then all the power to you." He would be giddier than someone who ingested alihotsy extracts but she didn't need to know that. "And I didn't yell, I simply...raised my voice loud enough for the students to hear over their rotten little attitudes."Crunch. "There's a difference." Just don't ask him what that difference was.
The smirk on his face made HER smirk right back, smug as could be that he was almost literally eating out of the palm of her hand. As he made her load lighter and took the apples, Sophie left the man to his apple loving and instinctively drifted toward the bookshelves, tilting her head slightly to read the titles of the many books he had as she listened to him gush over his precious fruit.
A barrel of green apples? "Bet I can make that happen," she remarked confidently, tilting her head briefly to throw him a cheeky sort of grin, then went back to examining the shelves. "Green it is for the future, then." Maybe he'd get that barrel on his birthday or something, whenever that was.
When the man continued along to explain the difference between yelling and raising his voice, Sophie snorted and moved along to check out the next shelf. "I'm pretty sure you yelled. Or... maybe..." she hesitated, turning to consider him briefly, but then her attention was back on the shelves, "I guess how you reacted wasn't yelling, but it was scarier than yelling. Not that you're scary or that m'scared of you. But I think we all thought you were gonna murder someone. Would've been kind of cool if you did - I mean, in the 'that'd make a good story' kind of way. Not that killing anyone is cool."
Ahem.
"Anyway." She'd lost interest in the shelves now and was crossing back toward his desk, her gaze falling upon the photographs of his family now. "That's one order of business taken care of: green apples. Got it. I'll spread the word like wildfire." In one way or another. "But an item of lesser importance: did you see my OWL grade?" she inquired innocently, grinning now as her line of sight shifted from his family's pictures to the man himself. She'd gotten an OUTSTANDING in his subject, and she NEEDED to talk to him about it, okay? It was very important business.
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SPOILER!!: Think he just snorted a little
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The smirk on his face made HER smirk right back, smug as could be that he was almost literally eating out of the palm of her hand. As he made her load lighter and took the apples, Sophie left the man to his apple loving and instinctively drifted toward the bookshelves, tilting her head slightly to read the titles of the many books he had as she listened to him gush over his precious fruit.
A barrel of green apples? "Bet I can make that happen," she remarked confidently, tilting her head briefly to throw him a cheeky sort of grin, then went back to examining the shelves. "Green it is for the future, then." Maybe he'd get that barrel on his birthday or something, whenever that was.
When the man continued along to explain the difference between yelling and raising his voice, Sophie snorted and moved along to check out the next shelf. "I'm pretty sure you yelled. Or... maybe..." she hesitated, turning to consider him briefly, but then her attention was back on the shelves, "I guess how you reacted wasn't yelling, but it was scarier than yelling. Not that you're scary or that m'scared of you. But I think we all thought you were gonna murder someone. Would've been kind of cool if you did - I mean, in the 'that'd make a good story' kind of way. Not that killing anyone is cool."
Ahem.
"Anyway." She'd lost interest in the shelves now and was crossing back toward his desk, her gaze falling upon the photographs of his family now. "That's one order of business taken care of: green apples. Got it. I'll spread the word like wildfire." In one way or another. "But an item of lesser importance: did you see my OWL grade?" she inquired innocently, grinning now as her line of sight shifted from his family's pictures to the man himself. She'd gotten an OUTSTANDING in his subject, and she NEEDED to talk to him about it, okay? It was very important business.
Bets were always interesting little things, even if he lost because it usually meant something working in his favour regardless. He could officially bet her and if she lost, he'd get something out of it. If she won, he'd get a barrel of apples. There was absolutely no way he could lose, no matter what and those were the types of bets he entered. This time however, he simply sat munching on his apple with the decision to take her word for it.
Sophie Brown would deliver and if she didn't, he could prod and poke her about it all he liked.
The amused look that stretched onto his face was no mistake. Maddox was possibly too amused by what he was hearing. Scarier than shouting...thought he would kill someone. "Only Mister Hirase and even then I wouldn't. Too many witnesses...unless..." The Professor trailed off, deciding to keep the rest of his thought to himself. It would have been easy enough making children think they remembered things that didn't actually happen.
Maddox bit into his apple again, watching her curiously as she finally left his shelves alone and seemed to move onto the next 'matter of business'; her OWL grade to be exact. "Can't say I have." He lied blissfully before yet another bite. In truth he'd seen all their grades and needed them for his records but Sophie was enough of a dork without knowing how proud of her he was so he'd have his fun. "Reckon I might have if I cared enough. Sorry."
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Bets were always interesting little things, even if he lost because it usually meant something working in his favour regardless. He could officially bet her and if she lost, he'd get something out of it. If she won, he'd get a barrel of apples. There was absolutely no way he could lose, no matter what and those were the types of bets he entered. This time however, he simply sat munching on his apple with the decision to take her word for it.
Sophie Brown would deliver and if she didn't, he could prod and poke her about it all he liked.
The amused look that stretched onto his face was no mistake. Maddox was possibly too amused by what he was hearing. Scarier than shouting...thought he would kill someone. "Only Mister Hirase and even then I wouldn't. Too many witnesses...unless..." The Professor trailed off, deciding to keep the rest of his thought to himself. It would have been easy enough making children think they remembered things that didn't actually happen.
Maddox bit into his apple again, watching her curiously as she finally left his shelves alone and seemed to move onto the next 'matter of business'; her OWL grade to be exact. "Can't say I have." He lied blissfully before yet another bite. In truth he'd seen all their grades and needed them for his records but Sophie was enough of a dork without knowing how proud of her he was so he'd have his fun. "Reckon I might have if I cared enough. Sorry."
Mister Hirase? Kevin? HAHAHA! Sophie actually LAUGHED at his words, cackling in delight, then shook her head at him. "If a student turns up missing or a body is found on the grounds, I'm pointing them in the direction of you." This was a borderline sensitive topic, considering what had happened last term, but... they needed to move on with their lives, didn't they? Humor would bring some much-needed relief to a hard time.
In her tone, she made it clear that she was just joking around with him anyway.
...Pffft. PFFFFFFFFFT. IF HE CARED ENOUGH.
Sophie's mouth playfully dropped and she crossed her arms indignantly. Surely he DID know her grade, as it was his JOB, but she could play along just fine. "Well I'll have you KNOW that I got an OUTSTANDING in your CLASS." She GRINNED huge, then settled down considerably. "So... I owe you a big ol' thank you, for preparing me well and teaching me all the things I needed to know and setting me up for success: thanks, Quiggles." She SALUTED him and flopped into the chair on the other side of his desk finally, her eyes scanning the entirety of the office that was once Piers' and considering the changes that had been made. They were still weird, even though she'd been actively trying to take them all in the entire time she was here.
"But you also owe me thanks, too, 'cause I made you and your teaching look good. So, you're welcome." Her gaze fell upon him now, and she offered him a cheesy grin.
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SPOILER!!: He does what he WANTS
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Mister Hirase? Kevin? HAHAHA! Sophie actually LAUGHED at his words, cackling in delight, then shook her head at him. "If a student turns up missing or a body is found on the grounds, I'm pointing them in the direction of you." This was a borderline sensitive topic, considering what had happened last term, but... they needed to move on with their lives, didn't they? Humor would bring some much-needed relief to a hard time.
In her tone, she made it clear that she was just joking around with him anyway.
...Pffft. PFFFFFFFFFT. IF HE CARED ENOUGH.
Sophie's mouth playfully dropped and she crossed her arms indignantly. Surely he DID know her grade, as it was his JOB, but she could play along just fine. "Well I'll have you KNOW that I got an OUTSTANDING in your CLASS." She GRINNED huge, then settled down considerably. "So... I owe you a big ol' thank you, for preparing me well and teaching me all the things I needed to know and setting me up for success: thanks, Quiggles." She SALUTED him and flopped into the chair on the other side of his desk finally, her eyes scanning the entirety of the office that was once Piers' and considering the changes that had been made. They were still weird, even though she'd been actively trying to take them all in the entire time she was here.
"But you also owe me thanks, too, 'cause I made you and your teaching look good. So, you're welcome." Her gaze fell upon him now, and she offered him a cheesy grin.
So smug.
"Me?"Crunch. Well wouldn't that just be problematic. Couldn't get away with anything should he have his own personal snitch. "I'll deny it." He informed with one solemn nod and another bite. "Or I'll cop to it and dare them to find evidence to arrest me. It would all depend of course on whether I truly did it or not." Both options seemed entertaining enough if you asked him and he wasn't too bent up about the death of a boy that all but threw himself at the spiders. It was simply not how his limited compassion worked.
And see, there was the reaction he expected after denying knowledge of her grade. Sophie Brown was an odd little thing, most Ravenclaws were when it came to their grades.
"An outstanding? Huh. How'd you manage to pull that one off? I won't turn away your gratitude though." Mostly because he happened to like hearing he might have done something to help with the particular grade she'd gotten but also because at least she wasn't SUCH a big headed Ravenclaw that she thought it was all her own doing. I'd congratulate you but I reckon that new badge on your robe's already given you a big enough head." While he spoke, he moved his way this way and that through the air until it spelled out the word 'Quigley'. Not Quiggles Miss Brown, that would never become a thing, not ever.
Maddox snorted at her later words, finally falling into his seat and kicking his feet up. "I'd rather forgo that bit, thanks, so how's about we trade. You go without your thanks and I tell you something you didn't know."
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SPOILER!!: Yo Professor Q, Zander is SO cool rn
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[FONT="Tahoma"]He'd actually been sleeping, napping really on his big comfy cushion in the corner. Dreams of warm bowls of milk and barrels of apples, the sort of thing you didn't want to be woken up from. It was real strange, then, that there would be a knock at his door. Maddox raised his head, tail flicking this way and that as he contemplated ignoring the guest.
Only reason he did give a lazy stretch in the end and hop up was he was expecting Mister Adair any day now. The longer the boy waited was the worse it would be for him and the man trusted he knew that.
With a final lazy swish of his tail the man stretched back into the form of a man and pulled the door open. "There you are Mister Adair." He quipped, rubbing his hand across his face to dispel the last of his sleepiness. "Why don't you come in?" Not so much a question as a directive while he stepped out of the way.
Uh oh. That face rubbing thing meant only one thing. Actually it meant two things. It meant that Zander had just woken the man up, number one. And number two, that the Gryffindor was bound to get it worse than he anticipated because hello, he just woke the man up from a nap and NO ONE was ever happy to be woken up. And Professor Q was never a happy man to begin with. Which only meant that this was possible the absolute WORST thing that Zander Adair could have possibly done. RIP. Aheeem.
What he meant to say was, "oops".
"Yes, sir," he nodded slowly as he walked into the office and took a look around. The last time he had been in here was straight after the, erm, incident. Talk about #WARFLASHBACKS #NEVERFORGET #PLEASENO. Ahem. Cool, he was SO cool. So cool that he was gonna just stand awkwardly and maybe not sit because SO cool trying to get out all the jittery anticipation 'n stuff.
..... SoooooooOOOOooooooOOOooooooo.
Would he get to find out what specific certain matters apparently needed discussing now......or?
Was Professor Q gonna be all vague and mysterious again. 'Cause Zander found that terribly confusing and it'd be super great if they could just skip beyond the confusing and go straight to the lecturing so that Zander could find his way back to the dormitory and probably collapse of exhaustion straight through the entire school year. K thanks.
Dang it. He should've brought the man an apple.
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SPOILER!!: HE CAN TELL
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Uh oh. That face rubbing thing meant only one thing. Actually it meant two things. It meant that Zander had just woken the man up, number one. And number two, that the Gryffindor was bound to get it worse than he anticipated because hello, he just woke the man up from a nap and NO ONE was ever happy to be woken up. And Professor Q was never a happy man to begin with. Which only meant that this was possible the absolute WORST thing that Zander Adair could have possibly done. RIP. Aheeem.
What he meant to say was, "oops".
"Yes, sir," he nodded slowly as he walked into the office and took a look around. The last time he had been in here was straight after the, erm, incident. Talk about #WARFLASHBACKS #NEVERFORGET #PLEASENO. Ahem. Cool, he was SO cool. So cool that he was gonna just stand awkwardly and maybe not sit because SO cool trying to get out all the jittery anticipation 'n stuff.
..... SoooooooOOOOooooooOOOooooooo.
Would he get to find out what specific certain matters apparently needed discussing now......or?
Was Professor Q gonna be all vague and mysterious again. 'Cause Zander found that terribly confusing and it'd be super great if they could just skip beyond the confusing and go straight to the lecturing so that Zander could find his way back to the dormitory and probably collapse of exhaustion straight through the entire school year. K thanks.
Dang it. He should've brought the man an apple.
Merlin was it possible for the boy to look more.....well...he didn't know. What did Zander look like right now? Maddox couldn't even tell. It must have been the sleep he was missing. Slowly the man made his way back to his desk, kicking his feet up after plopping down. He stayed like that for a few moments, just watching the boy before he realized that he wouldn't be sitting.
"Have a seat." He said, waving toward all the available ones in the room. "I need you absolutely comfortable for this. Tea? Hot chocolate?" The man had neither but courtesy dictated he offer anyway.
Maddox heaved a heavy sigh, still eyeing the boy. There was a pause of silence that seemed to stretch for a while between the two before finally. "How are you Zander?" First name, that automatically meant everything was CHILL and the kid could stop worrying except not really, no this was serious business.
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SPOILER!!: 'I'M TRYING MY BEST' sigh
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Merlin was it possible for the boy to look more.....well...he didn't know. What did Zander look like right now? Maddox couldn't even tell. It must have been the sleep he was missing. Slowly the man made his way back to his desk, kicking his feet up after plopping down. He stayed like that for a few moments, just watching the boy before he realized that he wouldn't be sitting.
"Have a seat." He said, waving toward all the available ones in the room. "I need you absolutely comfortable for this. Tea? Hot chocolate?" The man had neither but courtesy dictated he offer anyway.
Maddox heaved a heavy sigh, still eyeing the boy. There was a pause of silence that seemed to stretch for a while between the two before finally. "How are you Zander?" First name, that automatically meant everything was CHILL and the kid could stop worryingexcept not really, no this was serious business.
...... But what if Zander didn't want to take a seat? Taking a seat would mean giving himself a sense of false comfort, but that's not what he was going for here. That's just what Professor Q would want. For Zander to feel all comfortable and then take him at his most vulnerable. Please tell us that this isn't a thing he would do? Please. Because Zander would bet three galleons that it was Catman's plan all along. Give him a sense of false hope then rip it right out from under his feet. Well, Zander was smarter than that. "Actually, Sir, if it's alright I'd rather just stand," he even attempted to smile and everything.
Though he sort of looked pained in the processes. Ahem
"I'm comfortable just like this," so see, no need to sit. Also that was a lie. He'd NEVER be comfortable in this office. Probably never ever. "Thank you Professor, but I'll pass." He was being polite, how could Quigley hate him for that?! Also, did Professor Q actually have hot chocolate around for the comfort of students because LOL who would have thought, right?! Unless he was really into hot chocolate himself...
And then that long uncomfortable pause. Yep. Definitely lied about being comfortable. Aheeeeeeeeeeeeem. Soooooo, would Zander have to ask or was Professor Q gonna just go ahead and-- what? Firstly, no 'Adair'. Secondly, SINCE WHEN DID PROFESSOR Q CARE ABOUT HIS WELL-BEING? Zander gave the man a strange look for a few seconds instead of replying straight away. WAS THIS A TRICK QUESTION? "I've been okay, I guess... Doing better?" 'Cause of the terrible misery that Fifth Year was on account of several million different reasons. Also, did this mean he had to ask about Quigley's day? Because Merlin, Zander really would've preferred just to get on with this thing. But alas, "Um... how are you, Professor?"
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...... But what if Zander didn't want to take a seat? Taking a seat would mean giving himself a sense of false comfort, but that's not what he was going for here. That's just what Professor Q would want. For Zander to feel all comfortable and then take him at his most vulnerable. Please tell us that this isn't a thing he would do? Please. Because Zander would bet three galleons that it was Catman's plan all along. Give him a sense of false hope then rip it right out from under his feet. Well, Zander was smarter than that. "Actually, Sir, if it's alright I'd rather just stand," he even attempted to smile and everything.
Though he sort of looked pained in the processes. Ahem
"I'm comfortable just like this," so see, no need to sit. Also that was a lie. He'd NEVER be comfortable in this office. Probably never ever. "Thank you Professor, but I'll pass." He was being polite, how could Quigley hate him for that?! Also, did Professor Q actually have hot chocolate around for the comfort of students because LOL who would have thought, right?! Unless he was really into hot chocolate himself...
And then that long uncomfortable pause. Yep. Definitely lied about being comfortable. Aheeeeeeeeeeeeem. Soooooo, would Zander have to ask or was Professor Q gonna just go ahead and-- what? Firstly, no 'Adair'. Secondly, SINCE WHEN DID PROFESSOR Q CARE ABOUT HIS WELL-BEING? Zander gave the man a strange look for a few seconds instead of replying straight away. WAS THIS A TRICK QUESTION? "I've been okay, I guess... Doing better?" 'Cause of the terrible misery that Fifth Year was on account of several million different reasons. Also, did this mean he had to ask about Quigley's day? Because Merlin, Zander really would've preferred just to get on with this thing. But alas, "Um... how are you, Professor?"
So basically everything was a 'no' and the boy wanted none of the courtesies the man had extended to him. Maddox was almost offended having made the effort in the first place only to have it all thrown 'politely' back in his face. Clearly the boy was even quicker than him in wanting to get to business.
"This meeting isn't about me, let's not make it about me." Didn't matter how he was doing, this was the young Gryffindor's trial meeting.
For a few more he stared blandly at Zander before deciding to simply move on. It's what he got for trying to be decent he supposed.
"What's your impression of Charms as a subject?" Blue eyes lazily bounced from one corner of his office to the other. Just passing time. It would no doubt take the boy a time to figure what was being asked in the first place.
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So basically everything was a 'no' and the boy wanted none of the courtesies the man had extended to him. Maddox was almost offended having made the effort in the first place only to have it all thrown 'politely' back in his face. Clearly the boy was even quicker than him in wanting to get to business.
"This meeting isn't about me, let's not make it about me." Didn't matter how he was doing, this was the young Gryffindor's trial meeting.
For a few more he stared blandly at Zander before deciding to simply move on. It's what he got for trying to be decent he supposed.
"What's your impression of Charms as a subject?" Blue eyes lazily bounced from one corner of his office to the other. Just passing time. It would no doubt take the boy a time to figure what was being asked in the first place.
Was he relived that Professor Q didn't want to talk about his own day? Maybe. Professor Q just gave him the creeps. In every single sense of the word. But the staring was making Zander very uncomfortable now, so maybe it would've been better had there been any sort of conversation at all?
Zander didn't like this. Not one bit. Why all the staring? And he really didn't have anything to say to add to the conversation.... So he was supposed to be quiet. But Professor Q was the one who had told him to come to the office in the first place, so what was HIS excuse? This quiet was VERY uncomfortable. More so with each second that passed. It was like waiting to march to his own funeral. He knew what sort of thing was coming. It was only a matter of time. And the anticipation was KILLING him on the inside.
Oh, but he was totally cool. TOTALLY COOL!!!!! ahem. la la la.
Just as Professor Q broke the silence (that really didn't last all that long in actuality, but FELT like an ETERNITY), Zander felt himself exhale a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. La la la. He was ready for the worst, sir. Give him all that you've-- What?
... Was this another trick question?
The Sixth Year took a moment to think it over. What was he supposed to say?! What would Professor Q want?? What was the purpose behind this? Um. "I-uh-I do like Charms... It's not as difficult for me as Transfiguration. I actually understand it, unlike Runes... Erm... I like the practicality to it? Kind like with Creatures, it's pretty hands on?" he raised his eyebrows. Zander could only imagine what it was that Quigley wanted with him. Did he do it right?
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"Me?"Crunch. Well wouldn't that just be problematic. Couldn't get away with anything should he have his own personal snitch. "I'll deny it." He informed with one solemn nod and another bite. "Or I'll cop to it and dare them to find evidence to arrest me. It would all depend of course on whether I truly did it or not." Both options seemed entertaining enough if you asked him and he wasn't too bent up about the death of a boy that all but threw himself at the spiders. It was simply not how his limited compassion worked.
And see, there was the reaction he expected after denying knowledge of her grade. Sophie Brown was an odd little thing, most Ravenclaws were when it came to their grades.
"An outstanding? Huh. How'd you manage to pull that one off? I won't turn away your gratitude though." Mostly because he happened to like hearing he might have done something to help with the particular grade she'd gotten but also because at least she wasn't SUCH a big headed Ravenclaw that she thought it was all her own doing. I'd congratulate you but I reckon that new badge on your robe's already given you a big enough head." While he spoke, he moved his way this way and that through the air until it spelled out the word 'Quigley'. Not Quiggles Miss Brown, that would never become a thing, not ever.
Maddox snorted at her later words, finally falling into his seat and kicking his feet up. "I'd rather forgo that bit, thanks, so how's about we trade. You go without your thanks and I tell you something you didn't know."
Pffft. PFFFFFFFFFFT. How did she manage to pull that one off?!
What a turd.
"Yeah, yeah, you're really funny. Keep talking," she crossed her arms and wiggled her nose at him, huffing slightly as he DID keep taunting her with his apparent disinterest and unimpressed demeanor. Ruuuuuuuude.
His comment about her badge made her shake her head, though, and Sophie interjected with seriousness, "Actually, sir, this has humbled me," she nodded, placing a hand over the badge on her chest, then dropping it. "'Cause I wanted it ever since I was a first year, but now that I have it... well." She shrugged a single shoulder. "M'not sure I feel good 'nuff. I wanted it all those years 'cause I wanted to be someone, but being a prefect is way more than just being someone - I've gotta be the best someone. Set the standards and be someone everyone's gonna look to for leadership and guidance." It wasn't as glamorous as she'd always thought it would be, really. "M'gonna try to be, though, be the best I can be. And I will, 'cause m'not a quitter, and m'not gonna let anyone down," she smiled in reassurance, not meaning to completely ruin the playful banter going on. "...Quiggles," she added as an afterthought, grinning teasingly at the words he had spelled out. There. The lighthearted mood was restored, yes?
...Tell her something she didn't know? "What are you referring to, sir?" Curious Ravenclaw was curious.
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Was he relived that Professor Q didn't want to talk about his own day? Maybe. Professor Q just gave him the creeps. In every single sense of the word. But the staring was making Zander very uncomfortable now, so maybe it would've been better had there been any sort of conversation at all?
Zander didn't like this. Not one bit. Why all the staring? And he really didn't have anything to say to add to the conversation.... So he was supposed to be quiet. But Professor Q was the one who had told him to come to the office in the first place, so what was HIS excuse? This quiet was VERY uncomfortable. More so with each second that passed. It was like waiting to march to his own funeral. He knew what sort of thing was coming. It was only a matter of time. And the anticipation was KILLING him on the inside.
Oh, but he was totally cool. TOTALLY COOL!!!!! ahem. la la la.
Just as Professor Q broke the silence (that really didn't last all that long in actuality, but FELT like an ETERNITY), Zander felt himself exhale a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. La la la. He was ready for the worst, sir. Give him all that you've-- What?
... Was this another trick question?
The Sixth Year took a moment to think it over. What was he supposed to say?! What would Professor Q want?? What was the purpose behind this? Um. "I-uh-I do like Charms... It's not as difficult for me as Transfiguration. I actually understand it, unlike Runes... Erm... I like the practicality to it? Kind like with Creatures, it's pretty hands on?" he raised his eyebrows. Zander could only imagine what it was that Quigley wanted with him. Did he do it right?
Maddox nodded slowly, letting the boy get out everything he might have wanted to say about Charms. Understood it more than Transfiguration? The man would hate to see how THAT OWL turned out then but again, he was calm, not like Mister Adair who all but looked like he wanted to go through the floor.
Was the boy going to be alright?
"I'm glad you at least sound like you have some appreciation for the subject." Despite what he'd heard about that exam from the Examiner. The man tilted his head this way and that, trying to work out the little knots that threatened to make him uncomfortable through this meeting. Could you tell he was in no particular rush? He truly wasn't.
"The problem I'm having, Mister Adair," This was as good a time as any to get to the point. "is understanding your grade for the exam. Was it the nerves? Did you oversleep and miss half the theory?" The boy hadn't failed, no and there was some good news in that but as much as Maddox expected very little of the young Gryffindor, he also expected a lot.
"It's something we'll have to work at."
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Pffft. PFFFFFFFFFFT. How did she manage to pull that one off?!
What a turd.
"Yeah, yeah, you're really funny. Keep talking," she crossed her arms and wiggled her nose at him, huffing slightly as he DID keep taunting her with his apparent disinterest and unimpressed demeanor. Ruuuuuuuude.
His comment about her badge made her shake her head, though, and Sophie interjected with seriousness, "Actually, sir, this has humbled me," she nodded, placing a hand over the badge on her chest, then dropping it. "'Cause I wanted it ever since I was a first year, but now that I have it... well." She shrugged a single shoulder. "M'not sure I feel good 'nuff. I wanted it all those years 'cause I wanted to be someone, but being a prefect is way more than just being someone - I've gotta be the best someone. Set the standards and be someone everyone's gonna look to for leadership and guidance." It wasn't as glamorous as she'd always thought it would be, really. "M'gonna try to be, though, be the best I can be. And I will, 'cause m'not a quitter, and m'not gonna let anyone down," she smiled in reassurance, not meaning to completely ruin the playful banter going on. "...Quiggles," she added as an afterthought, grinning teasingly at the words he had spelled out. There. The lighthearted mood was restored, yes?
...Tell her something she didn't know? "What are you referring to, sir?" Curious Ravenclaw was curious.
Someone was less than impressed with his act. Good. He liked rattling her, Merlin knew she made it all too easy for him. Maddox grinned and munched at his apple again. An entertaining way to spend an afternoon for sure.
...
......
Until she got like that and he had to do a double take to be sure he hadn't let a Hufflepuff in. Lovely little things they were until they got hopelessly sentimental, then it was more like....why'd I let you in again? "I'm glad to hear that." He confirmed with a nod and it was the truth. Too many people had misconceptions about the badges that were given out around this place. It was almost refreshing to know some still took it seriously. "Of course you know I'll be expecting brilliant things from you and no missing students this term." She could handle that. Girl was a trooper with a forceful attitude.
The smile faded some. "You'll really have to stop calling me that. Of all the names out there you," and apparently Miss McGee, "choose Quiggles." Honestly, children these days.
What was he referring to? "Something about your grades." She was a Ravenclaw, this was probably the ultimate bait and he really needed to stop with these awful stereotypes.
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Maddox nodded slowly, letting the boy get out everything he might have wanted to say about Charms. Understood it more than Transfiguration? The man would hate to see how THAT OWL turned out then but again, he was calm, not like Mister Adair who all but looked like he wanted to go through the floor.
Was the boy going to be alright?
"I'm glad you at least sound like you have some appreciation for the subject." Despite what he'd heard about that exam from the Examiner. The man tilted his head this way and that, trying to work out the little knots that threatened to make him uncomfortable through this meeting. Could you tell he was in no particular rush? He truly wasn't.
"The problem I'm having, Mister Adair," This was as good a time as any to get to the point. "is understanding your grade for the exam. Was it the nerves? Did you oversleep and miss half the theory?" The boy hadn't failed, no and there was some good news in that but as much as Maddox expected very little of the young Gryffindor, he also expected a lot.
"It's something we'll have to work at."
Was he sweating? PFT no. Not at all. Okay, okay maybe just a little bit but it was just 'cause it was getting really hot in here. Would Professor Q mind if he just slipped off the robe that sat over his clothes, 'cause it was getting REALLY hot in here. The Gryffindor just pulled at his red and gold tie, trying to loosen it up a bit. Mostly because he was feeling the heat, but also just to give himself something to do while he stood around. This was just getting way too uncomfortable. And he had a few guesses as to what it was all about... But he just wanted it all to be over. Please? Could they just get it over with. No more trick questions.
... What? Sound? That implied that... But he... What?
"Professor, I do have appreciation for the subject?" Not as much appreciation as he had for Herbology or Creatures, but definitely more than just some. He wasn't a Ravenclaw though, didn't love the idea of homework and lessons..But that didn't mean that he hated Charms. His face fell--not that he had been smiling before or anything--as he tried to piece together what this was about. And then Professor Quigely finally decided to say it.
... His grade for the exam?
Zander had thought he escaped those with the last one he turned in. Well, no that was a complete lie. He thought he had escaped them once he got his results in the mail. But either way, he had thought it was all behind him.
"My... My grade?" His OWL grade? But... But Zander hadn't failed. He ONLY failed two which was probably horrible by other people's standards but Zander had been convinced that he'd fail them all SO. And Charms wasn't one of the two. Actually, he thought his practical was one of the better ones he had done and well the theory... well he had screwed up the theory for most of his exams, but Charms didn't seem to go nearly as badly as the Potion's one and he'd managed an E on potions so... "No, sir I didn't oversleep... I... Um" He mussed his hair absentmindedly with one hand as he searched for something to say.
"But I passed," he offered it up in a rather deflated, pathetic tone meant to be said as a defense. Why was he being called here if he passed? He thought he had failed. So wasn't a passing score good?
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Someone was less than impressed with his act. Good. He liked rattling her, Merlin knew she made it all too easy for him. Maddox grinned and munched at his apple again. An entertaining way to spend an afternoon for sure.
...
......
Until she got like that and he had to do a double take to be sure he hadn't let a Hufflepuff in. Lovely little things they were until they got hopelessly sentimental, then it was more like....why'd I let you in again? "I'm glad to hear that." He confirmed with a nod and it was the truth. Too many people had misconceptions about the badges that were given out around this place. It was almost refreshing to know some still took it seriously. "Of course you know I'll be expecting brilliant things from you and no missing students this term." She could handle that. Girl was a trooper with a forceful attitude.
The smile faded some. "You'll really have to stop calling me that. Of all the names out there you," and apparently Miss McGee, "choose Quiggles." Honestly, children these days.
What was he referring to? "Something about your grades." She was a Ravenclaw, this was probably the ultimate bait and he really needed to stop with these awful stereotypes.
Sophie smiled and settled back in her chair when Quiggles seemed pleased to hear all that she had to say AND that he had taken her seriously and not poked fun at their brief but genuine heart-to-heart they'd just shared. But then, of course, he laid out the expectations, and Soph snorted. "You expecting brilliant things of me means y'know I'm perfectly capable of doing brilliant things, so thanks for the indirect compliment." She felt no pressure from it, really. "And no students will go missing on my watch." Probably, anyhow.
"It just has a nice ring to it. Makes you sound cool." Heheheh. She was TOTALLY pushing his buttons, but she was just curious to see what he'd do, okay? So far, he was being very kind and patient with her and didn't make a big deal out of her calling him Quiggles. Not TOO much, at least. Was... that some sort of reverse psychology? By him not giving a big dramatic reaction, was he trying to discourage her from calling him that by trying to make her lose interest?
Huh. Interesting fella.
But her GRADES? What... was he... ????????
"Okay, I don't need your thanks, but what... don't I know... about my grades?" She quirked a curious eyebrow at him and sat forward, considering him with interest. WHAT WAS HE GETTING AT?
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Was he sweating? PFT no. Not at all. Okay, okay maybe just a little bit but it was just 'cause it was getting really hot in here. Would Professor Q mind if he just slipped off the robe that sat over his clothes, 'cause it was getting REALLY hot in here. The Gryffindor just pulled at his red and gold tie, trying to loosen it up a bit. Mostly because he was feeling the heat, but also just to give himself something to do while he stood around. This was just getting way too uncomfortable. And he had a few guesses as to what it was all about... But he just wanted it all to be over. Please? Could they just get it over with. No more trick questions.
... What? Sound? That implied that... But he... What?
"Professor, I do have appreciation for the subject?" Not as much appreciation as he had for Herbology or Creatures, but definitely more than just some. He wasn't a Ravenclaw though, didn't love the idea of homework and lessons..But that didn't mean that he hated Charms. His face fell--not that he had been smiling before or anything--as he tried to piece together what this was about. And then Professor Quigely finally decided to say it.
... His grade for the exam?
Zander had thought he escaped those with the last one he turned in. Well, no that was a complete lie. He thought he had escaped them once he got his results in the mail. But either way, he had thought it was all behind him.
"My... My grade?" His OWL grade? But... But Zander hadn't failed. He ONLY failed two which was probably horrible by other people's standards but Zander had been convinced that he'd fail them all SO. And Charms wasn't one of the two. Actually, he thought his practical was one of the better ones he had done and well the theory... well he had screwed up the theory for most of his exams, but Charms didn't seem to go nearly as badly as the Potion's one and he'd managed an E on potions so... "No, sir I didn't oversleep... I... Um" He mussed his hair absentmindedly with one hand as he searched for something to say.
"But I passed," he offered it up in a rather deflated, pathetic tone meant to be said as a defense. Why was he being called here if he passed? He thought he had failed. So wasn't a passing score good?
Sigh. There he went completely missing the point and slipping into self pity. It was very unbecoming of a Gryffindor. Gone were the days of Neville Longbottom.......though Adair was dangerously close to making a name for himself in history and not necessarily for the right reason. In any case, he would be an inspiration to some other kid later on down the line.
Something like 'If Adair can do it, so can you'.
Maddox sighed heavily and pulled himself from his oh so comfy seat. Making an effort here, kid better not throw it back at him like he'd done his offer of something to drink. "That's just the point, Mister Adair. You passed." He made his way around the desk, wrapping an arm around his shoulder with a look to be likened with gonna make you a star one day, kid.
"But just imagine, an O for the next one. That's what we're working for here, d'you see it?" Encouragement, because none of his students were going to just pass, they were going to do brilliantly.
Maddox released his shoulder, choosing instead to jam his hands into his pocket and turn to his shelves of books for a moment. "I've been thinking about it and you know something?" His tone was reflective as he skimmed the titles. "You haven't only been holding on me but you've been holding out on yourself." Though he'd never say it, he expected great things from this kid. Know what he needed? That sword of Gryffindor.
It did WONDERS for the Neville boy.
SPOILER!!: *snorts* /Such/ a Ravenclaw
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Sophie smiled and settled back in her chair when Quiggles seemed pleased to hear all that she had to say AND that he had taken her seriously and not poked fun at their brief but genuine heart-to-heart they'd just shared. But then, of course, he laid out the expectations, and Soph snorted. "You expecting brilliant things of me means y'know I'm perfectly capable of doing brilliant things, so thanks for the indirect compliment." She felt no pressure from it, really. "And no students will go missing on my watch." Probably, anyhow.
"It just has a nice ring to it. Makes you sound cool." Heheheh. She was TOTALLY pushing his buttons, but she was just curious to see what he'd do, okay? So far, he was being very kind and patient with her and didn't make a big deal out of her calling him Quiggles. Not TOO much, at least. Was... that some sort of reverse psychology? By him not giving a big dramatic reaction, was he trying to discourage her from calling him that by trying to make her lose interest?
Huh. Interesting fella.
But her GRADES? What... was he... ????????
"Okay, I don't need your thanks, but what... don't I know... about my grades?" She quirked a curious eyebrow at him and sat forward, considering him with interest. WHAT WAS HE GETTING AT?
Leave it to Sophie Brown to find a compliment where none was intended. It was true, he did expect her to handle this professionally and in good taste but he hadn't thought it was much of a compliment until she took it that way. Maddox wouldn't even burst her bubble. He'd just...let her have it. "You'll be the first I haul to Truebridge if I find out otherwise." Much like he'd be the first she'd point fingers to.
Kinda made him want to....borrow a Ravenclaw for a day. See if she'd notice and how she'd handle it.
Huh. He liked this thought and pocketed it for another day. Right now, he was dealing with...name choices apparently. "Quiggles sounds like the name you give to a squishy stuffed cuddle toy. I happen to not be one of those." The man was anything but cuddly unless his mood allowed otherwise.
But more to the point, her grades and the look that had grown on her face. Somehow he might actually enjoy this as much as her and his expression broke into a grin. "You got a perfect score on both."
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Sigh. There he went completely missing the point and slipping into self pity. It was very unbecoming of a Gryffindor. Gone were the days of Neville Longbottom.......though Adair was dangerously close to making a name for himself in history and not necessarily for the right reason. In any case, he would be an inspiration to some other kid later on down the line.
Something like 'If Adair can do it, so can you'.
Maddox sighed heavily and pulled himself from his oh so comfy seat. Making an effort here, kid better not throw it back at him like he'd done his offer of something to drink. "That's just the point, Mister Adair. You passed." He made his way around the desk, wrapping an arm around his shoulder with a look to be likened with gonna make you a star one day, kid.
"But just imagine, an O for the next one. That's what we're working for here, d'you see it?" Encouragement, because none of his students were going to just pass, they were going to do brilliantly.
Maddox released his shoulder, choosing instead to jam his hands into his pocket and turn to his shelves of books for a moment. "I've been thinking about it and you know something?" His tone was reflective as he skimmed the titles. "You haven't only been holding on me but you've been holding out on yourself." Though he'd never say it, he expected great things from this kid. Know what he needed? That sword of Gryffindor.
It did WONDERS for the Neville boy.
Zander was confused. That was really the only way to put it. Though he was definitely starting to regret the fact that he hadn't chosen to take a seat, as his legs might give out any second here if they were to continue talking about his grades. It was the most uncomfortable subject, Zander was sure of it. He did, however, look up curiously when Professor Q started making his way towards the Sixth Year.
And then Zander Adair was really confused.
Just when he thought Professor Q couldn't hate him more, the man was giving him that 'We're gonna do great things' kind of look. Yeah, definitely confused (and more than normal, actually). It wasn't fair that Zander was terrible at reading people. He was sort of all out of guess too at this point. First Professor Q wanted him to get all squirmy and uncomfortable, and then he sounded disappointed in the fact that Zander got all squirmy and uncomfortable, and NOW he was giving him that kind of mighty look.
What was this world even?
He watched his Charms Professor, gaze unwavering. Okay, now he was curious. A lot less nervous, but only because it didn't seem like he was in trouble like he had first suspected. Things were taking a whole different turn here. And... to be honest, Zander wasn't even sure if he liked it or not. But he did like the idea of getting an O on his next exam. It didn't really seem possible and the amount of O's he was already able to manage seemed like a very far reach, but an O in charms... That'd be awesome. He couldn't even deny that. So Zander nodded, unsure of whether the question his Professor posed was a rhetorical one or not.. But he decided to answer anyways, 'cause that's what Zander's do. "Yes, sir," he DID see it. Well not actually see it, but in theory... It could be possible.
His eyes trailed along, watching his Professor turn around and face the bookshelf. Erm... No, he didn't know something... "...I have?"
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Leave it to Sophie Brown to find a compliment where none was intended. It was true, he did expect her to handle this professionally and in good taste but he hadn't thought it was much of a compliment until she took it that way. Maddox wouldn't even burst her bubble. He'd just...let her have it. "You'll be the first I haul to Truebridge if I find out otherwise." Much like he'd be the first she'd point fingers to.
Kinda made him want to....borrow a Ravenclaw for a day. See if she'd notice and how she'd handle it.
Huh. He liked this thought and pocketed it for another day. Right now, he was dealing with...name choices apparently. "Quiggles sounds like the name you give to a squishy stuffed cuddle toy. I happen to not be one of those." The man was anything but cuddly unless his mood allowed otherwise.
But more to the point, her grades and the look that had grown on her face. Somehow he might actually enjoy this as much as her and his expression broke into a grin. "You got a perfect score on both."
Maddox had a very finely tuned sense of humor, and Sophie was appreciative of that. His threat about Truebridge made her snort, and she gave an innocent, nonchalant shrug of a shoulder to convey that she didn't mind that kind of responsibility one bit. "Works for me." Hehe.
There was MORE hearty laughter at his claim about the name 'Quiggles,' then, and Sophie cackled with the utmost delight. "That's what you want everyone to think, but I've faced my fair share of professors who put up a grumpy, suave facade. I know how you are deep down, y'haven't got me fooled." He WAS definitely a 'Quiggles.' "But your secret's safe with me. I won't spoil your reputation." Probably.
...HOLD. EVERYTHING.
You got a perfect score on both.
You got a perfect score on both.
YOU GOT A PERFECT SCORE ON BOTH.
Sophie Brown wasn't a public crier, nor one to publicly display any emotions other than sass, excitement, and pure joy. This particular moment in her life certainly fell under the category of excitement and pure joy, but it was a bit overkill, for tears threatened to pool in her deep chestnut eyes as her gaze held firmly to Quigley's as she... tried to process.
Merlin's pants.
After a long moment of wibbly staring at the professor, Sophie blinked back the tears, not letting a single drop of moisture fall, and cleared her throat purposefully. "Well, m'awfully glad I came by to thank you, then, because you're certainly deserving of my greatest thanks, AND you're," she had to swallow emotions for a moment, "still welcome for me making you look so good."
A smile followed now - a genuine, grateful smile that went all the way up to her eyes - and she leaned forward toward him, a professional hand extended across his desk for him to shake. It was a silent truce, perhaps, that despite their outward bantering, there was an understanding of their mutual respect for one another, and a promise that she wasn't going to let him down in the future either. A perfect score meant she was PERFECTly good at charms, and thus she had to set a shining example moving forward in his class. She was up for that job, no doubt. He could count on her to set the standards.
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Zander was confused. That was really the only way to put it. Though he was definitely starting to regret the fact that he hadn't chosen to take a seat, as his legs might give out any second here if they were to continue talking about his grades. It was the most uncomfortable subject, Zander was sure of it. He did, however, look up curiously when Professor Q started making his way towards the Sixth Year.
And then Zander Adair was really confused.
Just when he thought Professor Q couldn't hate him more, the man was giving him that 'We're gonna do great things' kind of look. Yeah, definitely confused (and more than normal, actually). It wasn't fair that Zander was terrible at reading people. He was sort of all out of guess too at this point. First Professor Q wanted him to get all squirmy and uncomfortable, and then he sounded disappointed in the fact that Zander got all squirmy and uncomfortable, and NOW he was giving him that kind of mighty look.
What was this world even?
He watched his Charms Professor, gaze unwavering. Okay, now he was curious. A lot less nervous, but only because it didn't seem like he was in trouble like he had first suspected. Things were taking a whole different turn here. And... to be honest, Zander wasn't even sure if he liked it or not. But he did like the idea of getting an O on his next exam. It didn't really seem possible and the amount of O's he was already able to manage seemed like a very far reach, but an O in charms... That'd be awesome. He couldn't even deny that. So Zander nodded, unsure of whether the question his Professor posed was a rhetorical one or not.. But he decided to answer anyways, 'cause that's what Zander's do. "Yes, sir," he DID see it. Well not actually see it, but in theory... It could be possible.
His eyes trailed along, watching his Professor turn around and face the bookshelf. Erm... No, he didn't know something... "...I have?"
Was he following? Maddox couldn't tell with the way the boy was staring like that but he wanted to believe the Prefect wasn't having one of THOSE moments and was keeping up quite fine. That being the case, he could successfully move forward. The boy could see his potential but didn't know he was holding back.
"Oh yeah, you're holding back on yourself big time. Deep down you know you've got what it takes and you know you can do better." Much...much better.
"The only problem is you pretend like you don't know so you think you can't then nothing gets done. A lot of Charms is confidence. It's what goes into the intent of a spell. You can't be iffy about it, you gotta take charge. Of course it also helps to know the material but we'll get to that." Like he said, the kid was gonna be working for an 'O' by the time he was ready to properly leave the castle, the man would make sure of that for himself.
Just...they had to work on it steadily. "How good are you at lying to yourself, Mister Adair?"
SPOILER!!: Lulz really really really Ravenclaw moment
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Maddox had a very finely tuned sense of humor, and Sophie was appreciative of that. His threat about Truebridge made her snort, and she gave an innocent, nonchalant shrug of a shoulder to convey that she didn't mind that kind of responsibility one bit. "Works for me." Hehe.
There was MORE hearty laughter at his claim about the name 'Quiggles,' then, and Sophie cackled with the utmost delight. "That's what you want everyone to think, but I've faced my fair share of professors who put up a grumpy, suave facade. I know how you are deep down, y'haven't got me fooled." He WAS definitely a 'Quiggles.' "But your secret's safe with me. I won't spoil your reputation." Probably.
...HOLD. EVERYTHING.
You got a perfect score on both.
You got a perfect score on both.
YOU GOT A PERFECT SCORE ON BOTH.
Sophie Brown wasn't a public crier, nor one to publicly display any emotions other than sass, excitement, and pure joy. This particular moment in her life certainly fell under the category of excitement and pure joy, but it was a bit overkill, for tears threatened to pool in her deep chestnut eyes as her gaze held firmly to Quigley's as she... tried to process.
Merlin's pants.
After a long moment of wibbly staring at the professor, Sophie blinked back the tears, not letting a single drop of moisture fall, and cleared her throat purposefully. "Well, m'awfully glad I came by to thank you, then, because you're certainly deserving of my greatest thanks, AND you're," she had to swallow emotions for a moment, "still welcome for me making you look so good."
A smile followed now - a genuine, grateful smile that went all the way up to her eyes - and she leaned forward toward him, a professional hand extended across his desk for him to shake. It was a silent truce, perhaps, that despite their outward bantering, there was an understanding of their mutual respect for one another, and a promise that she wasn't going to let him down in the future either. A perfect score meant she was PERFECTly good at charms, and thus she had to set a shining example moving forward in his class. She was up for that job, no doubt. He could count on her to set the standards.
Oh Merlin, she thought he was joking? Maddox watched, clearly amused and willing to let her little cackling fit run its course.
Grumpiness wasn't exactly a one size fits all sort of thing. It just so happened that some people who were grumpy were legitimately so but Sophie was on some Ravenclaw high from news about her grades so he would let her have it, better, he'd play along. Maddox waited til she was done before giving a solemn nod. "You're absolutely right. You see right through my Miss Brown." He lied with his most sincere tone. " It's not something I advertise but deep down I'm a right 'ole softie."
It could have been the truth, in another life before he completely screwed up his animagus training and developed the temperament of a feline. It was all good with his wife and children but he hardly felt 'cuddly' anymore.
Just as he suspected, he would enjoy giving the news as much as she would enjoy hearing it. Look at the way she choked up. A speechless Sophie Brown was quite a sight and he wouldn't mind it more often. His grin widened some when she finally found her words. "Thought we agreed I wouldn't have to be grateful about that if I told you the secret." He wouldn't say thank you but he would shake her outstretched hand.
Naturally he was proud of her but after seeing the watery eyes he wasn't so sure he'd cop to that much.
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Oh Merlin, she thought he was joking? Maddox watched, clearly amused and willing to let her little cackling fit run its course.
Grumpiness wasn't exactly a one size fits all sort of thing. It just so happened that some people who were grumpy were legitimately so but Sophie was on some Ravenclaw high from news about her grades so he would let her have it, better, he'd play along. Maddox waited til she was done before giving a solemn nod. "You're absolutely right. You see right through my Miss Brown." He lied with his most sincere tone. " It's not something I advertise but deep down I'm a right 'ole softie."
It could have been the truth, in another life before he completely screwed up his animagus training and developed the temperament of a feline. It was all good with his wife and children but he hardly felt 'cuddly' anymore.
Just as he suspected, he would enjoy giving the news as much as she would enjoy hearing it. Look at the way she choked up. A speechless Sophie Brown was quite a sight and he wouldn't mind it more often. His grin widened some when she finally found her words. "Thought we agreed I wouldn't have to be grateful about that if I told you the secret." He wouldn't say thank you but he would shake her outstretched hand.
Naturally he was proud of her but after seeing the watery eyes he wasn't so sure he'd cop to that much.
Ha. HAAAAA. Sophie's expression turned SMUG and she crossed her arms smoothly over her chest at his admittance to her being TOTALLY right. Of course she was, though. Fuller and Culloden had both been the same way - gruff and tough on the outside, with a heart of gold on the inside - and Quiggles gave her Fuller vibes all the time.
"I'm glad you can admit it, professor. You're very brave." Both Fuller and Culloden still would deny their softness, so perhaps it should've been some sort of red flag that Quiggles maybe wasn't being truthful, but Sophie just decided that he was way cooler than both of them and he was more laid back and chill and had a better sense of humor.
Quiggles was the coolest.
He was a big turd when it came to their handshake, though, because he RUINED it by still refusing to be grateful. Sure, that had KIND of been the condition of him sharing the secret, but MERLIN, WHAT A SECRET IT HAD BEEN. She wondered how many other kids got perfect scores at Hogwarts, or any of the other wizarding schools, and if she'd really even made him look that good at all. But if it was as big of a deal as she felt like it was, Sophie thought he did have every right to be proud, both of her and of himself for preparing her so well. Fuller had done the bulk of the work with her and sparked her interest in charms in the first place, sure, but without Quiggles preparing his fifth years so well last term...
She owed him a lot, and she knew it.
After releasing his hand, Sophie rose to her feet and ran a hand through her long, dark hair. "You're quite the character, Professor Quiggles. You kind of irritate me, but you're also the coolest professor at this school. S'fascinating, really." She gave a thoughtful sort of hum, her gaze briefly drifting toward one corner of his office, her features brightening in amusement when her eyes caught sight of his scratching post, and then her eyes met his again. "Just so y'know, m'not bluffing about the barrel of apples, so prepare your appetite for those." She didn't know when, but maybe before Christmas or for his birthday, if she could find out when that was. Or maybe just during a random class that would offer a nice surprise for him. "But I'll come bother you again some other time." As in... Brown out.
She started to turn to leave, just like that, but then there was a pause, and she slooowly turned back to face him. "Thanks again. By the way." She shrugged like it was no big deal, but the smile on her face and the sincerity in her eyes gave away that it was most certainly a big deal to her.
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Was he following? Maddox couldn't tell with the way the boy was staring like that but he wanted to believe the Prefect wasn't having one of THOSE moments and was keeping up quite fine. That being the case, he could successfully move forward. The boy could see his potential but didn't know he was holding back.
"Oh yeah, you're holding back on yourself big time. Deep down you know you've got what it takes and you know you can do better." Much...much better.
"The only problem is you pretend like you don't know so you think you can't then nothing gets done. A lot of Charms is confidence. It's what goes into the intent of a spell. You can't be iffy about it, you gotta take charge. Of course it also helps to know the material but we'll get to that." Like he said, the kid was gonna be working for an 'O' by the time he was ready to properly leave the castle, the man would make sure of that for himself.
Just...they had to work on it steadily. "How good are you at lying to yourself, Mister Adair?"
Huh. The Gryffindor furrowed his brows a little as he listened, trying to take it all in. Was he really holding back? He wasn't all too sure to be honest, but it seemed like Professor Q sure was positive about it. It made Zander think. How is it that his Charms Professor could figure out so much about him, y'know? Kind of made him wonder if it was all true or not. But the more and more the Charms Professor spoke, the more things started to make at least a little bit of sense.
Actually, things were starting to make a lot of sense. But for the record, he only had really low expectations of himself because it meant that if he failed then it was okay. Well, not that failing was okay... But that it was expected in the first place. Man. Quigley seemed to know more about Zander than Zander knew about Zander. This was weird. And Zander was just hardly following.
"I uh, well I'm not a very good liar, sir." Or at least that's what other people would tell him. Ahem. He was took easy to read. Face gave it all away. He really needed to work on that. "But I'm also pretty gullible," so the two probably cancelled each other out and wait. What was the question again? Oh yeah, he had no idea if he was good at lying to himself.
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