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Originally Posted by Tazenhani

It was occuring to him, slowly but surely, that not all who knocked rapidly were truly desperate and not all who knocked slowly were truly patient. Usually, it was the opposite way. But, in the offchance that it wasn't, and it was important, Sabel's conscience didn't really ever allow him to test that theory.

So, when the rapid knocking came at his door, it was up and out of his chair and over to it, to pull it open. His eyes drifted down, landing on Truebridge. "......I do hope I'm not in trouble with your mother."

Hey look, look who was in. The Professor-Auror-Professor himself. "Hello," he looked up at the young teacher quite seriously. Oh, his mum. Ugh. David always tried to forget that everyone who ever worked here knew her. He wrinkled his nose at the question and muttered, "Not yet, no sir."

But, really, could he come in yet? Davie peeked under the professor's arm to see the inside. "Does your office have tents that you could put up out here? Is it all themed to campfires? Is that nifty pensieve from our last class in there?" Yep, he'd just snuck that one in real quick and Ravenclaw like. Ahem. But really... he blinked and looked up at the professor, looking as harmless-like so that the professor would invite him in and he could get to the SERIOUS QUESTIONS.

Evie's reasoning for the visit was not, in fact, life or death. Neither did she mean for her knocks to translate to that. Four was just a good, even amount of knocks. Two was too little, not enough to be heard at times. Three was fine, but it was an odd number. Four was perfect.

Either way, she was there and so was Dakest. Evie met his eyes when he opened the door. Straight to the point. "I just had some questions." And didn't he say once to them that if they did, not to hesitate to ask him? Something like that.

Not. Yet. Well that was.....a relief?

Sabel was tempted to ask the kid if he knew something about any 'future' trouble, but he let the matter go as soon as the boy started poking his head about, quite literally.

Dropping his arm and stepping to the side, Sabel chuckled. "Afraid nothing so interesting in here. Just a lot of books and paperwork." Oodles of it, in fact. And no pensive. It was interesting that it was the Headmistress's son that was the first to inquire about it. Interesting, but perhaps not unexpected.

He offered a shrug as he moved back into his office. "Might be able to wrangle up some coco if you want some."

As in, the kid was welcome to follow him in.

OOC: You may now post in ze office



Well, that was certainly specific. Sabel let out a breath and held the door open for her. "Better than the news that someone died, or is in the process of doing so."

So, four knocks was a no-go for emergency? Interesting.

OOC: You may now post in the office

Um.

So Zander Adair is definitely one of those people who decides on something and never goes back on the original thought. Like with people. Once he formed his opinion, it stuck. There wasn't much a person could do to change his mind, either. He was a stubborn Gryffindor, it's what he did best.

Except.... Every now and then Zander Adair was wrong. And this was one of those times. And that was precisely why he found himself walking into the waiting room just outside Professor D's office.

Zander Adair was wrong. And here he was.

Stepping forward, the Gryffindor knocked gently on the door. Normally he opted for one of them 'knocking three times like I know what I'm doing' knocks. But he was wrong and that 'caused for a light knock. One that said 'I don't really want to be here, but I owe you something' more than 'I know what I'm doing'.

The thing about being a Professor, was that although he was often in his office, he couldn't always be there. Though, at the same time, it was almost expected that he was always there. There seemed to often be a knock, or a note, or something needing his attention at his door.

So trips away were often short lived, and if they were longer, they were noted by a parchment that contained his likely whereabouts and time of return. Today, he'd had no opportunity to put such a thing on his door, which meant that his brief excursion had to be a short one.

It wasn't a surprise then, to find a student waiting for him when he returned, the guilty pleasure of a cranberry scone in one hand and a fresh coffee in the other. Sometimes, the elves made the drink just that much better than he ever could. And it was nice every now and then to go visit them.

What was surprising about the student at his door, was that it was Adair. It wasn't often he saw the kid outside of class, and was less often they really spoke one on one. Curious.

"Mr. Adair." Merlin the kid looked like a mind at war with himself. "How can I help you?"

There was a reason why the man didn't often see Zander Adair outside of class. And there was even more reason as to why they spoke to each other one-on-one even less often than that. Yet here he was.

But not by choice. His conscience was killing him. And unfortunately for Zander, whilst most people were probably going to burn bridges before they left... This Gryffindor was set out to do the opposite, apparently. And it was the worst. Especially having to admit that he was wrong. Which is why he was ready to turn back around, actually... But much like everything else this term, that was out of the question now.

"Er, hi Professor..." the Seventh year mussed his hair. Ahem. "I was hoping you had some time to talk?" Which okay, that much was probably clear. He had showed up here, hadn't he? It was much more than he had done before. But still, he felt the need to inquire. Make sure that Dakest wasn't too busy or anything. Maybe he was just looking for a reason not to go ahead and say what he came here to say. All possible reasons.

Turning Zander away was probably how Dakest could help the boy best. In Zander's opinion, anyways. He needed a reason not to be here, anyways. All the reasons he tried to come up with weren't good enough excuses.

It was a toss up between giving the kid a hard time and being plain, boring simple with things. As tempted as he was for the former, he didn't miss the nervous ticks that Adair was showing. What, exactly, was this all about?

With a shrug, Sabel moved to the door and, carefully placing his scone on top of his coffee mug, he opened the door. "Always got time." He paused, sparing a glance over his shoulder. "Unfortunately only have one scone. We can split it, if you like."

Cause it would just be rude of him not to offer.

OOC: You may now post in Sabel's office

Angel had been meaning to see the DADA Professor for ages, but for some reason she had never got round to it until tonight. She walked up to his office door and took a nice long deep breath before.

*knock* *knock*

Angel knocked twice and then she stood there waiting for the Professor to answer, she really hoped that the Professor was in.

There were a lot of knocks these days. Not unwelcome, but it seemed the end of the semester had something akin to increased office visits. For one reason or another.

And usually by students he hadn't seen outside of the classroom. Opening the door he found was no exception. "Ms. Valentine. How can I help you?"

Angel looked at the Professor and smiled. "Professor, I read up on the Patronus charm, and I was wondering if you can help me try and get my patronus?" Angel knew that it was a long shot, the Professor must have loads of things happening and he might be too busy but she wanted to give it a try. "You see I think I know where I was going wrong, I was thinking of a memory of a certain person, but I think I have a more powerful memory and apparently you should use your most powerful one." Angel had been shocked when she read up about that.

Sabel tried not to let the sinking feeling in his gut show on his face. A patronus, huh? It'd been a while since he'd had any such request, which for his own reasons, he was thankful for. Granted it was one of the more difficult topics of the previous year, he shouldn't have expected it to be a mute point by the end of this one. Especially not among the younger students.

He gave Valentine a slow nod. "Your most powerful memory is the best one to use, yes." While that didn't mean the memory of a person couldn't be the most powerful one, he didn't see the point in clarifying that. If she had one, she had one, and that was all that mattered.

Taking a step back, Sabel nodded at her. "Why don't you show me what you can do?"

Angel smiled as the Professor asked her to show him, what she could do. She knew that he had lost a great deal to get his Patronus, and apparently it wasn't galleons because she had asked him that when he had spoke to her after class that time. She was still trying to get a cute Otter like the Professor had.

Angel watched as the Professor took a step backwards, she wanted this to go perfect. She had been reading up on the topic for months and she was glad the Professor had shown her which book to read. Taking her time to get ready she stood there in silence.

"I'm ready." Angel had picked, her most powerful memory. It was of her sisters, it was them when they were younger just laughing and helping each other and promising to stick together no matter what.

Angel pointed her wand away from the Professor "Expecto patronum!" Angel did the wand movement and she concentrated as hard as she could, picturing her memory clearly in her mind. She watched as a silvery light appeared out of her wand and then stopped when she finished the spell "I can't seem to make an otter come out of the wand like you can Professor." Angel sighed, she had been sad when that happened, but she wasn't going to give up.

Yes. Well, that was most definitely a patronus. Unless there was a spell for a look-alike that he wasn't aware of, and Valentine had been practicing non-verbals in her spare time. While not coporeal, it was most definitely a patronus, and his considering gaze turned to a rather proud one.

A proud expression which fell to confusion at her admittance. He blinked at the kid for a moment, and then chuckled. Really, he probably shouldn't have, but he couldn't help it. "The patronus is a very difficult spell to master. I wouldn't expect anyone here at Hogwarts to be able to get a coporeal patronus. The fact that some students did was impressive. The fact that you and others got even a non-coporeal patronus is beyond impressive."

Clapping Angel on the shoulder, he gave her a warm smile. "Don't try to get what I have. Just work on what you have. It will come. And only for you. Not because you are trying for anyone else."