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Once allowed inside the office, one of the first things you may notice is the sudden drop in temperature. Though there is a fireplace resting along the back wall of the room, Professor Draper prefers the cold, thus the fireplace will most likely remain unused all term. And if the cool air wasn’t the first thing to draw your attention, perhaps you've found Merlin sitting on a cushion beside the Professor’s desk.
As for the room itself, aside from the seats meant for student visitors and the few lamps that light the room when it’s dark out, most everything is made of wood. The office is quite simplistic. Professor Draper doesn’t see the need in excess or clutter. Instead, preferring simplicity and believing in minimal decor. He does, however, keep a few journals on a shelf behind his chair, along with a book or two sat on his desk at all times.
Best get comfortable on your own, the Professor probably won’t offer you anything while you’re here.
OOC: Please only post here if you have been invited in and have posted in the waiting area first.
James face remained neutral, though he was annoyed. What was this kid trying to get at here? Though, he didn’t much care whether a cat would like it in this office. ”Good thing I don’t have a cat,” he replied. Offense not taken. But still irked.
Again, the boy’s thoughts were right. James had been dumped in a warm weather location. For over four years. Brunei stayed hot, hot, hot ALL year round. It was exhausting, the hot weather. But James didn’t feel as if he owed an explanation. It was just cold in here because he liked it cold. And that was that.
”Now you know,” he’d use it if he wanted to. Sweet Circe, this kid was a piece of work.
So many questions. The next one did not disappoint. Now he had James’ attention. The CoMC Professor gave the lanky boy a look, ”Depends,” this was a test, wasn’t it? See if the new Professor knew what he was doing. He knew how these things went. ”What do you want to know?” Also… Why? Why was he asking about one of the most dangerous, dark creatures known to wizard kind?
Sorry Professor but one of the reasons he had come today was to annoy you. Sorry about it is fun but not when it is this easy. And he most certainly did know and that was that. He was done with the cat and his dog. Still Dante would not even have acted surprised if he knew all his thoughts about Professors love life and heart were true. He would just spread the gossip regardless.
"I do"
Seemed like his next question had the Professor's attention. Well the real reason is he had a fear of them. It was irrational since he had never met one. But yeah it was irrational for a reason. But he would never tell anyone that let alone Mr. Permanently Brooding in a Cold Office.
"Well all i know is they are a very dark creature mostly because of their shall we say aggressive and violent nature. But anything you can add to that would be fantastic"
Dante replied folding his hands and smiling. He knew more than that. But he wanted to hear what the Professor knew.
Come on Creature Man, answer the question
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SPOILER!!: Ailsa doesn't believe it was unintentional, not even for a moment.
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…. If James had done something to win the first year over, he had no idea. But her enthusiasm only doubled. Of course offering his journals probably did him in, but they were here for people to read. IT would be a complete waste if they just sat and collected dust. Besides, he had already mentioned them to Miss Roadrunner when she came to visit.
Hadn’t he just said that she could? He gave her a small nod. She didn’t give him much time to say anything else though because there she went again with more of her enthusiasm. Eager Beaver. No other nickname felt more appropriate here. He watched her carefully as she practically bounced up and down with excitement. It was amusing.
Stepping out of his chair, the Professor scanned his shelf knowing exactly which one she ought to start with. He let his fingers brush over the binding of each one, until he found the one he was looking for. Of course it had been tucked in at the very end, naturally. Carefully he wiggled it out, and turned to face the girl once again. ”When my interest in creatures first peaked, I was a week into my training in Brunei,” he walked over and held out the book. ”It starts off with a few letters I meant to send home,” he tapped the cover. ”But my intentions with this journal changed.” From letters to notes and observations.
This one was the most beat up journal out of the bunch as it was the oldest and he wrote it with the least amount of experience. She’d have to be careful, he’d hold her accountable.
Ailsa's eyes went wide. Sharing something as personal as letters home? Wow...
"Brunei... You must've been doing something very important to have been there." Poor professor Draper, such a promising morning and here he was rapidly becoming the idol of a little ginger firstie. She took the book with the same care she'd used last summer when she'd come across an injured kestrel in the family fields. The village veterinarian had warned her not to expect too much, but she'd visited the bird daily, 'to let it know it had a friend.' Two weeks later when the little falcon was released back into the skies the veterinarian had sworn it wasn't possible. She still saw it around sometimes, even if she was never quite able to explain how she knew it was the same bird.
"I promise to take the very best care of this. Thank you professor." Her smile beamed. "And thank you too, Merlin," she added giving the dog a gentle scratch behind its ear, "it's nice of you to be the professor's friend."
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SPOILER!!: Marshaaaaaa
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Originally Posted by Stormdancer
Marsha grinned and nodded. ”That would be perfect Sir. Can I help out down in the Housing until then? Brushing down the animals or even cleaning out the stalls.” She hoped for a yes, as she had been doing the same for the past two years and really - who said no to having to clean out less stalls? Smiling happily she waited for an answer.
Nodding more as they continued, Marsha smiled at him. ”Of course!” She exclaimed as if she was insulted that he would even suggest she wouldn’t return the journals as soon as she had read them. ”I’ll get them back to you in good time and in the exact same condition that I receive them in.” She smiled at him though, hoping he knew just how much it meant to her that he would let her read them.
Marsha smiled at him. ”Thank you Professor. I’m very proud to be on the team… there aren’t that many teens on the squad, so it is an honour to run for Britian.” She couldn’t help the way her eyes lit up when talking about running or creatures, so she probably looked seriously enthusiastic…. but honestly, she was. Hence why she wanted to run and work with creatures for the rest of her life… might as well love the thing you are forced to do on a daily basis to get galleons so that you and your family don’t starve. Or, at least that was what her parents always told her.
Ah. It was like she read his mind. That’s exactly what he needed. A pooperscooper. Maybe he had made assumptions too quickly. Her mouth ran at 500 miles per hour, but maybe her brain was a close call. Maybe. But first impressions were always weighted heavier anyways. That’s how things were done. ”I don’t see why not,” meaning yes by all means go and do the dirty work.
Sweet Circe, if her smile grew any bigger it’d fall off her face. He was sure. But anyways, yeah yeah don’t mention it, kid. James had a feeling he’d regret letting the students look at them anyways. Probably get his books back with ketchup stains all over the insides. Should’ve put out other less valuable things on his shelf.
And though he said one simple word, the animated girl STILL had so much to say. It was amazing. He had given her absolutely nothing to work with and yet there she went. ”Passion will get you far, Miss—“ What had she said her name was again? Would Miss 500 Miles Per Hour be too blunt? ”Hanover,” he finished after properly remembering.
… She didn’t have more… Did she?
He braced himself just incase.
SPOILER!!: Danteeeeeeee
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Originally Posted by Meizzner
Sorry Professor but one of the reasons he had come today was to annoy you. Sorry about it is fun but not when it is this easy. And he most certainly did know and that was that. He was done with the cat and his dog. Still Dante would not even have acted surprised if he knew all his thoughts about Professors love life and heart were true. He would just spread the gossip regardless.
"I do"
Seemed like his next question had the Professor's attention. Well the real reason is he had a fear of them. It was irrational since he had never met one. But yeah it was irrational for a reason. But he would never tell anyone that let alone Mr. Permanently Brooding in a Cold Office.
"Well all i know is they are a very dark creature mostly because of their shall we say aggressive and violent nature. But anything you can add to that would be fantastic"
Dante replied folding his hands and smiling. He knew more than that. But he wanted to hear what the Professor knew.
Come on Creature Man, answer the question
He studied the boy carefully, noting the green in his robes. Ah. One from the green house. He hadn’t had any visitors from that one yet. Dante was the first. Congratulations, Lanky. You’ve won. What had he won? A visit with Mr. Permanently Brooding in a Cold Office, apparently.
Again he surveyed the kid. They were all so skeptical here. Coming to test the Professor on his own subject. Were they just used to Professors that didn’t know anything? What kind of professionals did they hire here? Well, he already had an idea of that what with Poncho Paul and Satan Claus. But the kids had to return for SOMETHING right? And that something had do be something aside from that whole ‘safest place in the wizarding world’ codswallop because if there was a ‘safest place’ it would not be prone to acromantula attacks and student deaths.
It worrisome. Maybe James ought to go back to the basics with his lessons, if the kids had no proper background. After a momentary pause, he leaned back in his chair, ”Fair enough,” he nodded. ”There’s a reason why you don’t know much more because they’re hard to study. Only prey at night. And they have a tendency to consume those that are able to get a close look. I’d say incredibly.violent nature and very aggressive about sums it up.” But of course there was more.
James hadn’t ever gotten the opportunity to see one up close, but they had covered them many times in his uni classes. Curious creatures, Lethifolds are. As James recited all of this information, he picked up a book from on top of his desk, idly flipping through it as if he were bored and this information was right at the top of his head. Didn’t need to think much on it. ”So violent that the only way to defeat one is with the use of a patronus,” which ought to sound at least a little familiar. ”It’s why some suspect they’re closely related to Dementors, though I’m not completely sold on that theory myself.” He set the book down, looking curiously at the boy sat in front of him. ”So why an interest in Lethifolds?”
If Lanky got to ask a question, then so did James. A fair trade off in his not-so-humble opinion.
SPOILER!!: Ailsaaaaaa
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Originally Posted by Mirali
Ailsa's eyes went wide. Sharing something as personal as letters home? Wow...
"Brunei... You must've been doing something very important to have been there." Poor professor Draper, such a promising morning and here he was rapidly becoming the idol of a little ginger firstie. She took the book with the same care she'd used last summer when she'd come across an injured kestrel in the family fields. The village veterinarian had warned her not to expect too much, but she'd visited the bird daily, 'to let it know it had a friend.' Two weeks later when the little falcon was released back into the skies the veterinarian had sworn it wasn't possible. She still saw it around sometimes, even if she was never quite able to explain how she knew it was the same bird.
"I promise to take the very best care of this. Thank you professor." Her smile beamed. "And thank you too, Merlin," she added giving the dog a gentle scratch behind its ear, "it's nice of you to be the professor's friend."
And then her eyes went and did the thing again.
He was expecting another unfortunate and lengthy speech about something or another, but this time the Eager Beaver went for praising instead. Which, did nothing but stroke his ego. And James’ ego did enjoy being stroked. Not to an unnecessary amount because he could pick out the brownnosers, but this one seemed genuine. ”Well, when one is serving for his country…” he nodded. Military, especially important. Though he was thankful he had left when he did. He had bigger things to do. More to amount to. And the military didn’t really play into his interests.
He returned her thanks with a nod and moved back to his chair. Whatever she whispered to his dog wasn’t heard.
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He studied the boy carefully, noting the green in his robes. Ah. One from the green house. He hadn’t had any visitors from that one yet. Dante was the first. Congratulations, Lanky. You’ve won. What had he won? A visit with Mr. Permanently Brooding in a Cold Office, apparently.
Again he surveyed the kid. They were all so skeptical here. Coming to test the Professor on his own subject. Were they just used to Professors that didn’t know anything? What kind of professionals did they hire here? Well, he already had an idea of that what with Poncho Paul and Satan Claus. But the kids had to return for SOMETHING right? And that something had do be something aside from that whole ‘safest place in the wizarding world’ codswallop because if there was a ‘safest place’ it would not be prone to acromantula attacks and student deaths.
It worrisome. Maybe James ought to go back to the basics with his lessons, if the kids had no proper background. After a momentary pause, he leaned back in his chair, ”Fair enough,” he nodded. ”There’s a reason why you don’t know much more because they’re hard to study. Only prey at night. And they have a tendency to consume those that are able to get a close look. I’d say incredibly.violent nature and very aggressive about sums it up.” But of course there was more.
James hadn’t ever gotten the opportunity to see one up close, but they had covered them many times in his uni classes. Curious creatures, Lethifolds are. As James recited all of this information, he picked up a book from on top of his desk, idly flipping through it as if he were bored and this information was right at the top of his head. Didn’t need to think much on it. ”So violent that the only way to defeat one is with the use of a patronus,” which ought to sound at least a little familiar. ”It’s why some suspect they’re closely related to Dementors, though I’m not completely sold on that theory myself.” He set the book down, looking curiously at the boy sat in front of him. ”So why an interest in Lethifolds?”
If Lanky got to ask a question, then so did James. A fair trade off in his not-so-humble opinion.
Merlin, this Professor liked to stare. You would think someone as old as him would know that staring was considered rude. Even if this is his office. Probably did not care and Dante could not fault him for that. Dante just grinned at him until he got an answer to his question. Ah so they were even more dangerous than Dante first thought and you would have to been extremely brave or maybe extremely stupid to want to study them.
Probably both.
They were one of the reasons he was trying to learn a patronus and you know the whole Dementor thing too. Just need a happy memory and now he might have just the one. Ah so now Professor was asking a question. Well that was fair since the subject is on a rather morbid creature and probably one of the most dangerous creatures in the world. So okay he would answer.
"I have a morbid fascination in them, Dementors, Nundus and Dragons. Also i have, i guess, a rational fear of them"
Dante replied shrugged. How was that for an answer Professor.
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SPOILER!!: Mr You’re Gonna Love Us
[QUOTE=ArianaBlack;11860113] Ah. It was like she read his mind. That’s exactly what he needed. A pooperscooper. Maybe he had made assumptions too quickly. Her mouth ran at 500 miles per hour, but maybe her brain was a close call. Maybe. But first impressions were always weighted heavier anyways. That’s how things were done. ”I don’t see why not,” meaning yes by all means go and do the dirty work.
Sweet Circe, if her smile grew any bigger it’d fall off her face. He was sure. But anyways, yeah yeah don’t mention it, kid. James had a feeling he’d regret letting the students look at them anyways. Probably get his books back with ketchup stains all over the insides. Should’ve put out other less valuable things on his shelf.
And though he said one simple word, the animated girl STILL had so much to say. It was amazing. He had given her absolutely nothing to work with and yet there she went. ”Passion will get you far, Miss—“ What had she said her name was again? Would Miss 500 Miles Per Hour be too blunt? ”Hanover,” he finished after properly remembering.
… She didn’t have more… Did she?
He braced himself just incase.
Grinning back at the Professor she nodded. ”Perfect. I find it relaxing, especially if I’m trying to figure out a problem for homework. I always helped my Mam with the horses when I couldn’t think… I find the Creatures here work the same way.” And yeah, if you put creatures in stables or housing… you need to be prepared to tidy up after them or not have animals.
Nodding her head, yet again she agreed with yet another smile. ”I agree. That is why I’m going to focus on creatures and animals, because I don’t want to stop running and I don’t think you can ever know everything there is to know about creatures.” And just as she said that, her stomach let out a growl and she looked at her watch with a laugh.
”I think I have taken up enough of your time Professor. Please let me know if I can do anything specific to help you with any of the animals and I look forward to your classes.” Rolling her eyes at herself as her stomach growled yet again she sent an apologetic look in his direction. ”I guess it’s breakfast time for me.” She had been up for almost four hours already… it was no wonder that she was hungry.
He was expecting another unfortunate and lengthy speech about something or another, but this time the Eager Beaver went for praising instead. Which, did nothing but stroke his ego. And James’ ego did enjoy being stroked. Not to an unnecessary amount because he could pick out the brownnosers, but this one seemed genuine. ”Well, when one is serving for his country…” he nodded. Military, especially important. Though he was thankful he had left when he did. He had bigger things to do. More to amount to. And the military didn’t really play into his interests.
He returned her thanks with a nod and moved back to his chair. Whatever she whispered to his dog wasn’t heard.
Well, this was already more than she'd hoped to accomplish by coming here this morning, so Ailsa carefully packed the book into her satchel and thanked the professor for his service.
The girl was almost out the door before she turned back for one last thank-you and, "I know I already said it, but I promise I'll take very good care of this. I can't wait for our first class; I just know yours is going to be my favorite!" With that, she closed the door softly and headed back towards the castle.
OOOOOOOOOOOOOH look at that the door opened on its own! SHE was going to have to learn that…unless it was just Alohamora and that would have been so boring. Peeking her head through the doorway Melbourne just griiiiined whens he heard the words Come In echo through the opening. Stepping into the room the first year smirked.
“Hello Professor Draper,” Mel smiled up at the towering man…well, anything was towering to him, even his dog…wait DOG HE HAD A DOG ON CAMPUS? “OHMYGOSHISTHATAGREATDANE?” she squeaked out as she stepped toward his desk…whether it was a Great Dane or not it was OBVIOUS that it was male. “Can I pet him? What’s his name? Is he part Cruppy?” She asked her words coming out quickly….and then she stopped fixed a polite little smile on her face and grinned.
“I…sorry,” she grinned. “I like dogs, my brother owns a Crup breeding facility and kennel in Ambleside actually” she nodded….ooooh look at Professor Draper’s face…she was absolutely SURE he’d be nice to stare at…was he single? Could he be? Could she hint at him now…ask…about family? Kids? Girlfriends you know…everything she could do to make her sister be well….wait what did India say about staring. Right. Not to. STOP STARING AT HIM stop…but staring was fun he had a nice face to stare at…no she was not going to pout at him except she was.
“Oh…Professor, I wanted to introduce myself” she finally added after the awkward (though he didn’t know it) silence. “I’m Melbourne Johanson…” cue BIIIIIIIIIG SMILES. “I wanted to ask if with your creature companion thing do we need our parents permission or….does a sister-guardian-person work because I have a sister and she basically raised me” she nodded not adding the much needed and she’s single and pretty and lonely…”and well, its just…I want to work with creatures my mum and dad used to” she nodded ”before they were eaten by a dragon” she added in a whisper. “Are we learning about Dragons this year?” She asked excitedly.
Yes. She still liked dragons. ”you have a pretty face” she muttered so quickly that it probably sounded more like a wheezing rattling breath. “oh…and if at all possible could you aid me in training my Jarvey?” She asked excitedly.
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SPOILER!!: Dante!
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Merlin, this Professor liked to stare. You would think someone as old as him would know that staring was considered rude. Even if this is his office. Probably did not care and Dante could not fault him for that. Dante just grinned at him until he got an answer to his question. Ah so they were even more dangerous than Dante first thought and you would have to been extremely brave or maybe extremely stupid to want to study them.
Probably both.
They were one of the reasons he was trying to learn a patronus and you know the whole Dementor thing too. Just need a happy memory and now he might have just the one. Ah so now Professor was asking a question. Well that was fair since the subject is on a rather morbid creature and probably one of the most dangerous creatures in the world. So okay he would answer.
"I have a morbid fascination in them, Dementors, Nundus and Dragons. Also i have, i guess, a rational fear of them"
Dante replied shrugged. How was that for an answer Professor.
He liked to make judgements and that is exactly what he was doing here. The observation part was only a necessity. He had to watch to make the assessments and Lanky was hard to pinpoint, James couldn’t quite place the kid’s angle, and it bothered him.
Lanky’s explanation was interesting though. A morbid fascination. ”Afraid we can’t do much in class to satisfy that fascination,” because these creatures were deadly, y’know? ”Aside from theory.” Of course. But James didn’t want to lecture an entire lesson, imagine how tiring that would be. And as of late he had become a many with far from many words, so an entire class spent lecturing did not sound so pleasant.
And with that, the Professor was ready to finish this little office visit… But then suddenly, something struck him. An idea. Couldn’t quite say he placed it on his own, the talk of rational fears stimulated it. Well, in this case he was hoping for more of the irrational kind.
A smug grin crept it’s way onto James’ face as he leaned forward just a bit. ”Say, Barrington, how familiar are you with your Astronomy Professor?
SPOILER!!: Marsha!
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Originally Posted by Stormdancer
Grinning back at the Professor she nodded. ”Perfect. I find it relaxing, especially if I’m trying to figure out a problem for homework. I always helped my Mam with the horses when I couldn’t think… I find the Creatures here work the same way.” And yeah, if you put creatures in stables or housing… you need to be prepared to tidy up after them or not have animals.
Nodding her head, yet again she agreed with yet another smile. ”I agree. That is why I’m going to focus on creatures and animals, because I don’t want to stop running and I don’t think you can ever know everything there is to know about creatures.” And just as she said that, her stomach let out a growl and she looked at her watch with a laugh.
”I think I have taken up enough of your time Professor. Please let me know if I can do anything specific to help you with any of the animals and I look forward to your classes.” Rolling her eyes at herself as her stomach growled yet again she sent an apologetic look in his direction. ”I guess it’s breakfast time for me.” She had been up for almost four hours already… it was no wonder that she was hungry.
”Creatures are excellent for putting one’s mind at ease,” he agreed. The homework bit, well, he wasn’t sure if that actually worked but he gave her a small nod nevertheless. Though it was annoying the way she ran her mouth, it was nice on his part. Didn’t have to contribute too much. Gave her an inch and she’d take it a mile.
He politely ignored the growling her stomach kept doing and was quite relieved when she announced that she’d be heading out. He had work to attend to. Lessons to plan. Deadlines to set. All that good ol’ Professor stuff. So he wouldn’t protest. ”I’ll see in you class, Miss Hanover,” Hopefully she wouldn’t be talking as much. And with that, he went back to reading over papers.
SPOILER!!: Ailsa!
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Originally Posted by Mirali
Well, this was already more than she'd hoped to accomplish by coming here this morning, so Ailsa carefully packed the book into her satchel and thanked the professor for his service.
The girl was almost out the door before she turned back for one last thank-you and, "I know I already said it, but I promise I'll take very good care of this. I can't wait for our first class; I just know yours is going to be my favorite!" With that, she closed the door softly and headed back towards the castle.
Skipping.
Was she about to leave without a proper farewell? Manners were absolutely lost on this generation. He shook his head, picking up the piece of parchment in front of him and beginning to read back over it when Ailsa stopped. Ah. Much better. ”Have a good day, Miss Denaker,” was all James said in return as she made her way out the door.
Of course his class was going to be her favorite.
SPOILER!!: Mel!
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Originally Posted by Optimist
OOOOOOOOOOOOOH look at that the door opened on its own! SHE was going to have to learn that…unless it was just Alohamora and that would have been so boring. Peeking her head through the doorway Melbourne just griiiiined whens he heard the words Come In echo through the opening. Stepping into the room the first year smirked.
“Hello Professor Draper,” Mel smiled up at the towering man…well, anything was towering to him, even his dog…wait DOG HE HAD A DOG ON CAMPUS? “OHMYGOSHISTHATAGREATDANE?” she squeaked out as she stepped toward his desk…whether it was a Great Dane or not it was OBVIOUS that it was male. “Can I pet him? What’s his name? Is he part Cruppy?” She asked her words coming out quickly….and then she stopped fixed a polite little smile on her face and grinned.
“I…sorry,” she grinned. “I like dogs, my brother owns a Crup breeding facility and kennel in Ambleside actually” she nodded….ooooh look at Professor Draper’s face…she was absolutely SURE he’d be nice to stare at…was he single? Could he be? Could she hint at him now…ask…about family? Kids? Girlfriends you know…everything she could do to make her sister be well….wait what did India say about staring. Right. Not to. STOP STARING AT HIM stop…but staring was fun he had a nice face to stare at…no she was not going to pout at him except she was.
“Oh…Professor, I wanted to introduce myself” she finally added after the awkward (though he didn’t know it) silence. “I’m Melbourne Johanson…” cue BIIIIIIIIIG SMILES. “I wanted to ask if with your creature companion thing do we need our parents permission or….does a sister-guardian-person work because I have a sister and she basically raised me” she nodded not adding the much needed and she’s single and pretty and lonely…”and well, its just…I want to work with creatures my mum and dad used to” she nodded ”before they were eaten by a dragon” she added in a whisper. “Are we learning about Dragons this year?” She asked excitedly.
Yes. She still liked dragons. ”you have a pretty face” she muttered so quickly that it probably sounded more like a wheezing rattling breath. “oh…and if at all possible could you aid me in training my Jarvey?” She asked excitedly.
…… No.
He was not ready for this. No amount of expecting the unexpected could prepare him for who had just BOUNCED her way into his office. Not that he knew who she was, he had absolutely no idea, but he didn’t like her. Already didn’t like her one bit. He looked up, almost alarmed, as she eyed Merlin. Merlin who let out a weary bark in return.
James quickly reached over to pet his head, letting him know that it was quite alright, before looking back up at The-Human-Pogo-Stick Child. ”A Great Dane, impressive observation,” he confirmed. Not that impressive actually, but eh. Maybe she’d calm down now? It was worth a try. And then there spitfire questions all at once. Maybe it didn’t work. He took a deep breath. What the heck did the elves put in the food here? Essence of insanity, if he had a guess. ”Yes. Merlin. And actually no, I adopted him from a muggle shelter.” Answers all in order.
Geez.
Did she ever stop to breathe? He opted to stay silent as she spit out every word in the english dictionary as if it would be her last opportunity to speak for the rest of her life. Which clearly, it wasn’t. So if she wanted to take things slow it wouldn’t be a problem. Just saying. He let most of her words pass through, without pondering on them for too long. Most of it felt irrelevant anyways.
But then she stopped talking. Surprised? Very. Though, in all honesty, James almost preferred the talking to the staring…. He gave her a curious look, as he leaned back in his desk. He wasn’t uncomfortable with the staring. But she came to HIS office. She was the one who had to prompt the questions here. So he didn’t say anything, waiting on her instead.
Ah finally. ”Pleasure to meet you, Miss Johanson,” he nodded, giving a forced small grin in return. Take the ‘pleasure’ bit lightly. And he couldn’t offer any other words because there she went again. This was going to be a horribly long day, he could already tell. Aheeeeem. He tried not to look too miserable. ”The form only asks for your signature,” had she even read it? Tut, tut. ”But informally, it would be good for your guardian to know that you do plan on working with the creatures all term.” What she said about her sister was irrelevant. ”Be it a parent or sister, doesn’t matter.”
Did that answer her question? …. Not all of them of course, because there were at least ten more now. What she said about the dragons, James didn’t care to try and figure out. If it was something he ought to know, she would’ve bounced about it. So he shrugged it off. ”If we have enough time…” and if the students quit bursting into his office and let him actually come up with lesson plans, then ”Maybe.” He wasn’t about to divulge lesson plans here, yo. He hadn’t even made them all yet. And something told him that if he were to tell Melbourne the plans, the entire school would know by dusk tomorrow.
As for the comment about his face, he heard that. But politely chose to ignore it, as it would make for a very unprofessional conversation. And he already knew he had a pretty face. ”One thing at a time, Miss Johanson,” in other words LET THE MAN ANSWER ALL THOSE OTHER QUESTIONS FIRST then they could get to the Jarvey matter. How did that sound?
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He was not ready for this. No amount of expecting the unexpected could prepare him for who had just BOUNCED her way into his office. Not that he knew who she was, he had absolutely no idea, but he didn’t like her. Already didn’t like her one bit. He looked up, almost alarmed, as she eyed Merlin. Merlin who let out a weary bark in return.
James quickly reached over to pet his head, letting him know that it was quite alright, before looking back up at The-Human-Pogo-Stick Child. ”A Great Dane, impressive observation,” he confirmed. Not that impressive actually, but eh. Maybe she’d calm down now? It was worth a try. And then there spitfire questions all at once. Maybe it didn’t work. He took a deep breath. What the heck did the elves put in the food here? Essence of insanity, if he had a guess. ”Yes. Merlin. And actually no, I adopted him from a muggle shelter.” Answers all in order.
Geez.
Did she ever stop to breathe? He opted to stay silent as she spit out every word in the english dictionary as if it would be her last opportunity to speak for the rest of her life. Which clearly, it wasn’t. So if she wanted to take things slow it wouldn’t be a problem. Just saying. He let most of her words pass through, without pondering on them for too long. Most of it felt irrelevant anyways.
But then she stopped talking. Surprised? Very. Though, in all honesty, James almost preferred the talking to the staring…. He gave her a curious look, as he leaned back in his desk. He wasn’t uncomfortable with the staring. But she came to HIS office. She was the one who had to prompt the questions here. So he didn’t say anything, waiting on her instead.
Ah finally. ”Pleasure to meet you, Miss Johanson,” he nodded, giving a forced small grin in return. Take the ‘pleasure’ bit lightly. And he couldn’t offer any other words because there she went again. This was going to be a horribly long day, he could already tell. Aheeeeem. He tried not to look too miserable. ”The form only asks for your signature,” had she even read it? Tut, tut. ”But informally, it would be good for your guardian to know that you do plan on working with the creatures all term.” What she said about her sister was irrelevant. ”Be it a parent or sister, doesn’t matter.”
Did that answer her question? …. Not all of them of course, because there were at least ten more now. What she said about the dragons, James didn’t care to try and figure out. If it was something he ought to know, she would’ve bounced about it. So he shrugged it off. ”If we have enough time…” and if the students quit bursting into his office and let him actually come up with lesson plans, then ”Maybe.” He wasn’t about to divulge lesson plans here, yo. He hadn’t even made them all yet. And something told him that if he were to tell Melbourne the plans, the entire school would know by dusk tomorrow.
As for the comment about his face, he heard that. But politely chose to ignore it, as it would make for a very unprofessional conversation. And he already knew he had a pretty face. ”One thing at a time, Miss Johanson,” in other words LET THE MAN ANSWER ALL THOSE OTHER QUESTIONS FIRST then they could get to the Jarvey matter. How did that sound?
Even Mel knew that wasn’t impressive, “its not impressive…it just means I know dogs.” She shrugged and looked up at the Professor tilting her head, “really? Merlin I like the name,” she smiled to the dog and took a quick step over to the dog and gave it a pat on the head before attempting to scratch behind his ear. She was being friendly yes.
Maybe Merlin would like her by the end of this…heck, she’d even just like walking the dog and sitting with it and talking with him and playing with him…gosh, she missed dogs. “Good boy,” she smiled over to him and continued petting him…yes she was sort of unaware that she had put Professor Draper on edge.
She wasn’t staring now. Nope. Just staring at Merlin and smiling and petting him for a bit before retreating back again and giving the dog some space. He deserved space…people were different than dogs…dogs were her favorite thing ever well, other than dragons.
Somehow she didn’t trust his smile but she sent one back in return. “I wanted to make sure to be safe…as I wouldn’t mind working with the more dangerous creatures…I’ve already seen a dragon I person when I was a kid” she nodded and beamed happily…dragons were awesome. Her favorite. He was maybe her second favorite now. Yep. “Thank you” she nodded and grinned at him.
REALLY IF THEY HAD TIME? That was the best news well EVER. She was beaming. “That is awesome! If you need help I know a lot about dragons I was even born at the Welsh Dragon reserve” she nodded to him and grinned. DRAGONS WERE LIFE.
“Of course…I just want to train him to stop antagonizing my owl…Moriarity keeps trying to eat Sherlock,” she added with a huff and frowned. She would be so sad if Sherlock died. He was her companion for so long now. Her curse spewing companion.
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He liked to make judgements and that is exactly what he was doing here. The observation part was only a necessity. He had to watch to make the assessments and Lanky was hard to pinpoint, James couldn’t quite place the kid’s angle, and it bothered him.
Lanky’s explanation was interesting though. A morbid fascination. ”Afraid we can’t do much in class to satisfy that fascination,” because these creatures were deadly, y’know? ”Aside from theory.” Of course. But James didn’t want to lecture an entire lesson, imagine how tiring that would be. And as of late he had become a many with far from many words, so an entire class spent lecturing did not sound so pleasant.
And with that, the Professor was ready to finish this little office visit… But then suddenly, something struck him. An idea. Couldn’t quite say he placed it on his own, the talk of rational fears stimulated it. Well, in this case he was hoping for more of the irrational kind.
A smug grin crept it’s way onto James’ face as he leaned forward just a bit. ”Say, Barrington, how familiar are you with your Astronomy Professor?
Shame, well guess the CoMC research he wants to do will have to be left to books in the library or asking him for specific books. Please, theory was all he wanted since he was not stupid enough to want to meet one of these things. He just wanted to be able to defend himself against one of them. That was basically it you know, besides learning all he could about them.
Information was Power.
"I see"
Dante was just about to get up to leave since he had almost had enough of Mr. Permanently Brooding in a Cold Office. But then he asked a odd question. Well now this was getting interesting.
"I am pretty familiar with him. I have know him for all of my 5 years here so far, why?"
Question for a Question and well done Professor. Now you fully had Dante's attention.
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Even Mel knew that wasn’t impressive, “its not impressive…it just means I know dogs.” She shrugged and looked up at the Professor tilting her head, “really? Merlin I like the name,” she smiled to the dog and took a quick step over to the dog and gave it a pat on the head before attempting to scratch behind his ear. She was being friendly yes.
Maybe Merlin would like her by the end of this…heck, she’d even just like walking the dog and sitting with it and talking with him and playing with him…gosh, she missed dogs. “Good boy,” she smiled over to him and continued petting him…yes she was sort of unaware that she had put Professor Draper on edge.
She wasn’t staring now. Nope. Just staring at Merlin and smiling and petting him for a bit before retreating back again and giving the dog some space. He deserved space…people were different than dogs…dogs were her favorite thing ever well, other than dragons.
Somehow she didn’t trust his smile but she sent one back in return. “I wanted to make sure to be safe…as I wouldn’t mind working with the more dangerous creatures…I’ve already seen a dragon I person when I was a kid” she nodded and beamed happily…dragons were awesome. Her favorite. He was maybe her second favorite now. Yep. “Thank you” she nodded and grinned at him.
REALLY IF THEY HAD TIME? That was the best news well EVER. She was beaming. “That is awesome! If you need help I know a lot about dragons I was even born at the Welsh Dragon reserve” she nodded to him and grinned. DRAGONS WERE LIFE.
“Of course…I just want to train him to stop antagonizing my owl…Moriarity keeps trying to eat Sherlock,” she added with a huff and frowned. She would be so sad if Sherlock died. He was her companion for so long now. Her curse spewing companion.
James gave her a slight shrug. If she wasn't going to take his fake compliment, then up to her. He didn't give them out often. Not even the fake ones. He did, however, pay attention as she took steps closer to Merlin, watching protectively as she reached down to pet the dog.
…. Right.
Again it was hard to want to keep up with her as she kept spitting out words as if they meant absolutely nothing. Where did she find time to breathe? It was incredibly. She just kept going. And going. And going. It was like silence was only a concept and one that she had never encountered before. ”We’ll see,” was his only response in regards to all this dragon nonsense. Of course he wouldn’t enlist her help with anything as dangerous as a dragon. He’d enlist another adult to help. This child was the size of his pinky finger.
… And she was about to drive him insane within the first five minutes of this meeting so there was no way he could stand keeping her around for much longer. No, he’d definitely find another Professor if they were to handle creatures that needed help.
Though of course the ‘if they had time’ was only said to appease the child. Though apparently, it did the complete opposite because once again it had recharged her and had adverse effects. Joy.
Alright back to business though, what was this about her Jarvey? ”Your Jarvey, where do you keep him?” Because if she brought him to Hogwarts… They were about to have an issue.
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Shame, well guess the CoMC research he wants to do will have to be left to books in the library or asking him for specific books. Please, theory was all he wanted since he was not stupid enough to want to meet one of these things. He just wanted to be able to defend himself against one of them. That was basically it you know, besides learning all he could about them.
Information was Power.
"I see"
Dante was just about to get up to leave since he had almost had enough of Mr. Permanently Brooding in a Cold Office. But then he asked a odd question. Well now this was getting interesting.
"I am pretty familiar with him. I have know him for all of my 5 years here so far, why?"
Question for a Question and well done Professor. Now you fully had Dante's attention.
Heh. And now that James had clearly gotten Dante’s attention, he could really get the ball rolling on this plan of action. ”Excellent,” all five years. Perfect.
”Well let’s just say, I owe him one.” Instead of leaning forward now, he tipped himself back in his chair again. Alright kid, your time to shine. How well did the boy actually know his Astronomy Professor. There was a question he still had to ask here, but before he forgot… One more, pressing matter took precedence.
So reaching into the drawer of his desk, he pulled out the gift he had received from the man during the start of the term feast. Yes, he actually kept it. Not on purpose. He had meant to toss it right away, but after the feast he was exhausted, so it was just thrown into the drawer and forgotten up until this point. ”He has loads of these, yes?” That’s right, James had seen that ridiculous table outside of the man’s classroom. ”I need to know why.” Surely Dante had some sort of explanation for the man’s infatuation with lint rollers.
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Blue eyes growing to the size of the Moon, she whispered "Moss," at the beast. Miss Moss. Her name. As if the dog was the professor. She had gone completely white, and couldn't even look elsewhere. She took an involuntary step to the side when he came to open the door for her. Dogs could sense fear, couldn't they? And they attacked people for it? She gulped and slipped inside to get away from the door as much as possible. And when the beast ran inside to take a position by the desk, it was already decided that she would remain on her feet even if it killed her. There was NO WAY she was going anywhere near that. No, she was quite happy next to the door, tyvm. She knew she had to look at the professor at some time, though, so she forcefully did that.
"I," she had to speak louder, but she was shivering and it wasn't just because of the cold, "Ijustcamebytoask," she took a deep breath, "I'm a first year, and I - maybe if - you'd let me attend the classes." But if that was going to take part too, she would avoid his class till the end of the time.
Heh. And now that James had clearly gotten Dante’s attention, he could really get the ball rolling on this plan of action. ”Excellent,” all five years. Perfect.
”Well let’s just say, I owe him one.” Instead of leaning forward now, he tipped himself back in his chair again. Alright kid, your time to shine. How well did the boy actually know his Astronomy Professor. There was a question he still had to ask here, but before he forgot… One more, pressing matter took precedence.
So reaching into the drawer of his desk, he pulled out the gift he had received from the man during the start of the term feast. Yes, he actually kept it. Not on purpose. He had meant to toss it right away, but after the feast he was exhausted, so it was just thrown into the drawer and forgotten up until this point. ”He has loads of these, yes?” That’s right, James had seen that ridiculous table outside of the man’s classroom. ”I need to know why.” Surely Dante had some sort of explanation for the man’s infatuation with lint rollers.
Oh well now this was getting interesting. He owed Airey one. Well this was sounding like a prank war. Dante was very interested now. Now what was he doing Dante waited and he pulled out a lint roller. Really a lint roller, Professor. The answer was obvious. Dante nodded. He did.
"Professor Airey hates lint on his suits with a passion. Though he hates anything on them. He likes his suits being perfectly clean. He also does not like cats."
That was just an added bonus since Dante was starting to like you Professor.
You should feel honored or at least appreciative.
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James gave her a slight shrug. If she wasn't going to take his fake compliment, then up to her. He didn't give them out often. Not even the fake ones. He did, however, pay attention as she took steps closer to Merlin, watching protectively as she reached down to pet the dog.
…. Right.
Again it was hard to want to keep up with her as she kept spitting out words as if they meant absolutely nothing. Where did she find time to breathe? It was incredibly. She just kept going. And going. And going. It was like silence was only a concept and one that she had never encountered before. ”We’ll see,” was his only response in regards to all this dragon nonsense. Of course he wouldn’t enlist her help with anything as dangerous as a dragon. He’d enlist another adult to help. This child was the size of his pinky finger.
… And she was about to drive him insane within the first five minutes of this meeting so there was no way he could stand keeping her around for much longer. No, he’d definitely find another Professor if they were to handle creatures that needed help.
Though of course the ‘if they had time’ was only said to appease the child. Though apparently, it did the complete opposite because once again it had recharged her and had adverse effects. Joy.
Alright back to business though, what was this about her Jarvey? ”Your Jarvey, where do you keep him?” Because if she brought him to Hogwarts… They were about to have an issue.
Mel liked the dog. Yes she did. She was probably going to stop in again just to give Merlin pets whenever she could. “Thank you though, for the compliment” she muttered quietly after a while of standing there…was she awkward no. Not at all. Never.
“Awesome” she grinned and then tipped her head at him when he asked about the Jarvey. “Oh I keep him in my room” she paused for a moment “my sister India takes care of him” she added after what felt like five minutes. “If I could I’d love to have him here” she nodded. Yep.
She was a good animal person. “That would be the best for training after all” she added with a nod. Yep. She would even give him to the Professor for the term if she needed to…though that would mean she would have to see him all the time. Yes, yes she was going to talk to India about sending Sherlock there…or well, maybe she’d just have the little ferret friend Watson sent over instead…he was much calmer and less volatile than Sherlock ever seemed to be.
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SPOILER!!: Miss Moss!
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That... beast... wasn't... on... a... leash...
Blue eyes growing to the size of the Moon, she whispered "Moss," at the beast. Miss Moss. Her name. As if the dog was the professor. She had gone completely white, and couldn't even look elsewhere. She took an involuntary step to the side when he came to open the door for her. Dogs could sense fear, couldn't they? And they attacked people for it? She gulped and slipped inside to get away from the door as much as possible. And when the beast ran inside to take a position by the desk, it was already decided that she would remain on her feet even if it killed her. There was NO WAY she was going anywhere near that. No, she was quite happy next to the door, tyvm. She knew she had to look at the professor at some time, though, so she forcefully did that.
"I," she had to speak louder, but she was shivering and it wasn't just because of the cold, "Ijustcamebytoask," she took a deep breath, "I'm a first year, and I - maybe if - you'd let me attend the classes." But if that was going to take part too, she would avoid his class till the end of the time.
”Miss Moss,” he finished after hearing her practically whisper her surname. Luckily, he had caught it. And it wasn’t the only thing he caught onto because he could most definitely see something else going on here. Was she afraid of Merlin? That much wasn’t hard to figure out. He watched her, curiously. She hadn’t taken her eyes off Merlin since entering.
James let go of the door, allowing it to close shut, and made his way to sit in his seat in front of his desk. ”I assure you, Merlin is friendly.” The poor dog had grown accustomed to visitors. ”He won’t be getting up from his spot anytime soon,” it was his favorite spot. But mostly because they had just gone out on a run, and Merlin was very tired.
And he’d get to her inquiry now, yes. Sweet Circe, the girl looked as if she had just seen voldemort in the flesh. ”Miss Moss, if you could sit down, I’d be happy to discuss this with you.” The happy part, not to be taken too seriously. But he didn’t mind talking her through this. He gestured to one of the seats. Merlin was on the other side of his desk, so she’d be fine. She’d be fine regardless, but she’d definitely be fine in her own head if she allowed it.
And despite what one may think, James actually did want people to come to his classes. He even encouraged the first years to get a head start, however, if Miss Moss was terrified of Merlin… Then they may have a bit of a problem here.
SPOILER!!: Mister Barrington!
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Oh well now this was getting interesting. He owed Airey one. Well this was sounding like a prank war. Dante was very interested now. Now what was he doing Dante waited and he pulled out a lint roller. Really a lint roller, Professor. The answer was obvious. Dante nodded. He did.
"Professor Airey hates lint on his suits with a passion. Though he hates anything on them. He likes his suits being perfectly clean. He also does not like cats."
That was just an added bonus since Dante was starting to like you Professor.
You should feel honored or at least appreciative.
James liked the kid. Despite how annoying his questions had been and his keen observation skills, Lanky was actually useful. James appreciated that. Hates lint on his suits. This information wouldn’t help very much for what James intended on doing. But it could always come in handy for future cases. So James grinned and tucked away the information.
However, the bonus information, well let’s just say if the smug smile on his face had been telling before, then now it was MASSIVELY TELLING.
Cats. Easy. James could do cats.
”Excellent,” jackpot. And with that, he leaned over and tossed the lint roller into the rubbish bin with a loud CLANK as he made the shot. ”You’ve proven to be very helpful, Mr. Barrington.” He didn’t give that kind of compliment to just anyone. And with that, ”My last question, I’m afraid. Is there anything else I can do for you?” And if not, #byefelicia. James had a prank to plot.
SPOILER!!: Miss Johanson!
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Mel liked the dog. Yes she did. She was probably going to stop in again just to give Merlin pets whenever she could. “Thank you though, for the compliment” she muttered quietly after a while of standing there…was she awkward no. Not at all. Never.
“Awesome” she grinned and then tipped her head at him when he asked about the Jarvey. “Oh I keep him in my room” she paused for a moment “my sister India takes care of him” she added after what felt like five minutes. “If I could I’d love to have him here” she nodded. Yep.
She was a good animal person. “That would be the best for training after all” she added with a nod. Yep. She would even give him to the Professor for the term if she needed to…though that would mean she would have to see him all the time. Yes, yes she was going to talk to India about sending Sherlock there…or well, maybe she’d just have the little ferret friend Watson sent over instead…he was much calmer and less volatile than Sherlock ever seemed to be.
James took a sip of his coffee, nodding to her thanks. This kid was… Interesting to say the least. Far too eager to please. Made him suspicious of whether or not there was some sort of hidden agenda, there normally was. And he was good at finding them.
Another thing he was good at doing, finding illegal pets at Hogwarts. So he was relieved when she admitted that her jarvey was kept at home. Made his job loads easier. He gave her a SMALL smile to indicate that she had chosen the RIGHT answer. Good. ”Talk to me at the end of the term, we may be able to work something out,” he winked then quickly returning to his serious demeanor.
”So your jarvey and owl don’t get along?” Hmmm. He paused to think for a moment. Perhaps he did have some advice to offer. In the meantime, was she going to start running her mouth again? Probably. If he had to bet.
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Weren't all the dogs friendly, though? Every single dog owner claimed that their dog was the best-behaved of all. It was so absurd, but she held her tongue back. Not like she could talk right now anyway. Her logic believed the professor, though. He was a care of magical creatures professor, if anyone could train dogs, it was him. However, this was why she had a phobia: she couldn't control it. That thing could probably smell her fear. What if it decided it would be funny to come smell her closer? What if it decided to attack!? No, she could not -
................. the professor was actively inviting her to sit down.
She turned paler and with an audible breath, slowly and quite obviously reluctantly approached while blue eyes were still solely fixed on the thing.
It's going to be okay, Professor Draper is here, it won't attack, you can do it, it's sitting there...
After what felt like a hundred miles, she finally reached the silly chairs and perched on one - though if one could call it 'sitting' while all of her muscles were on alarm code red and kept her half standing ready to bolt if that thing moved an INCH.
And the worst of all, she lost the sight of it behind the table. What if, what if, what if - ?
She wished she had approached the man during a meal or something.
Hidden agendas were something that Melbourne probably had in droves…well, some of them were actually hidden agendas but that was another story all together. At the end of term? That was so looooooooooooooong to wait.
She’d just invite all the squirrels and little woodland creatures into her room for the time being then and feed them little…wait, they’d probably get into the walls and make it impossible to sleep. She made a little face at her idea before shrugging and grinning to the Professor. “Of course, that would be great,” she nodded.
“well…no, not really.” She admitted sheepishly, “the Jarvey wakes the owl up at night and the owl does the same…its why I named them Sherlock and Moriarty because they seem like nemesis” she admitted. “it might be the nature of owls see rodent-like-creatures as food.” She shrugged and looked up at the Professor. “Any suggestions?” She asked as calmly as possible.
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SPOILER!!: cutie katherine
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Weren't all the dogs friendly, though? Every single dog owner claimed that their dog was the best-behaved of all. It was so absurd, but she held her tongue back. Not like she could talk right now anyway. Her logic believed the professor, though. He was a care of magical creatures professor, if anyone could train dogs, it was him. However, this was why she had a phobia: she couldn't control it. That thing could probably smell her fear. What if it decided it would be funny to come smell her closer? What if it decided to attack!? No, she could not -
................. the professor was actively inviting her to sit down.
She turned paler and with an audible breath, slowly and quite obviously reluctantly approached while blue eyes were still solely fixed on the thing.
It's going to be okay, Professor Draper is here, it won't attack, you can do it, it's sitting there...
After what felt like a hundred miles, she finally reached the silly chairs and perched on one - though if one could call it 'sitting' while all of her muscles were on alarm code red and kept her half standing ready to bolt if that thing moved an INCH.
And the worst of all, she lost the sight of it behind the table. What if, what if, what if - ?
She wished she had approached the man during a meal or something.
James wasn’t claiming. He KNEW his dog was the best-behaved of all.
…..
Miss Moss looked like she was about to turn the actual color of moss and get sick right in his office. She looked absolutely terrified and that much was easy to tell by her expression, let alone the fact that she hadn’t uttered a single word since walking in. Sweet Circe, every kid had some sort of different problem, huh? Why couldn’t there be just one normal one? W H Y.
He was really, REALLY trying to be as friendly as possible here. She was already terrified enough, didn’t need to scare her to oblivion. So he took a calming, deep breath. ”Do you want me to take him outside?”
Would the girl talk to him then?
SPOILER!!: mischievous mel
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Hidden agendas were something that Melbourne probably had in droves…well, some of them were actually hidden agendas but that was another story all together. At the end of term? That was so looooooooooooooong to wait.
She’d just invite all the squirrels and little woodland creatures into her room for the time being then and feed them little…wait, they’d probably get into the walls and make it impossible to sleep. She made a little face at her idea before shrugging and grinning to the Professor. “Of course, that would be great,” she nodded.
“well…no, not really.” She admitted sheepishly, “the Jarvey wakes the owl up at night and the owl does the same…its why I named them Sherlock and Moriarty because they seem like nemesis” she admitted. “it might be the nature of owls see rodent-like-creatures as food.” She shrugged and looked up at the Professor. “Any suggestions?” She asked as calmly as possible.
The Eager-Beaver-Child made a lot of funny faces when she was in deep thought, did she know that?
It was amusing to watch. And verging on quite strange, but he didn’t comment on it. See how nice he was? Truly an altruist.
”… I see,” he leaned back in thought. He had zero interest in the names of her creatures or the reason as to why they earned said names, but he let her ramble regardless. Apparently, it’s what she did. ”They will have to learn to get along if forced to,” he nodded. ”But they haven’t gotten properly accustomed to one another yet. Something like this will take time and patience.” Both words that James’ himself dreaded as a strong Gryffindor mind. He knew how they worked. ”Keep letting them familiarize with one another… But don’t let them eat each other, yeah?” In other words: moderation, kid.
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She was being completely irrational, she knew. She had no real reason to be afraid of the dog, however, she couldn't control it. She was also perfectly aware of the fact that she wasn't impressing the professor at all. The man was probably a second away from shooing her away. How could a girl terrified of good ole dogs attend a proper CoMC lesson where they would have to deal with bigger and deadlier creatures, after all? No, she could control the fear. She was a true Ravenclaw, the Hat had placed her so without even touching her head. She was the child of logic, and the logic clearly stated her to trust the professor.
A deeeeeeeeeeeep breath... and let the game of impressing this man begin.
"No, sir, I'm fine," she said and even tried to smile. She sounded weak and was still sitting at the chair's edge, but she looked more in control now. "I promise I'm better with other animals," she said, although it was a lie... sort of. She'd never seen any other animal except for sheep and cows, which weren't even magical, so she didn't really know how she would do in the presence of, say, a bowtruckle. Anyway.
"As I asked before," which he might not have heard due to the weakness of her voice, "can I attend the classes even though I'm a first year? I won't touch anything, I promise! I'll just watch." She just wanted a head-start in this subject.
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She was being completely irrational, she knew. She had no real reason to be afraid of the dog, however, she couldn't control it. She was also perfectly aware of the fact that she wasn't impressing the professor at all. The man was probably a second away from shooing her away. How could a girl terrified of good ole dogs attend a proper CoMC lesson where they would have to deal with bigger and deadlier creatures, after all? No, she could control the fear. She was a true Ravenclaw, the Hat had placed her so without even touching her head. She was the child of logic, and the logic clearly stated her to trust the professor.
A deeeeeeeeeeeep breath... and let the game of impressing this man begin.
"No, sir, I'm fine," she said and even tried to smile. She sounded weak and was still sitting at the chair's edge, but she looked more in control now. "I promise I'm better with other animals," she said, although it was a lie... sort of. She'd never seen any other animal except for sheep and cows, which weren't even magical, so she didn't really know how she would do in the presence of, say, a bowtruckle. Anyway.
"As I asked before," which he might not have heard due to the weakness of her voice, "can I attend the classes even though I'm a first year? I won't touch anything, I promise! I'll just watch." She just wanted a head-start in this subject.
..... Alright.
Well this was a lovely chat even though he was the only one talking and all, but James had things to do. And if she was just planning to sit their like a statue and ignore his questions, then she could be on her way. Thanks. James was the one meant to be ignoring questions. That was his job. Well, not his job. His job was to answer them, but he picked and chose his battles. And this would not be one of them.
So go on kid if you're not going to say anything, shoo.
Kneazle's got her tongue, yeah? "So you do talk," he smiled smugly. Ha, James so FUNNY. Cracked himself up, really. Anyways, what was she saying? Ah yes, promised she was better with the other animals. Doubtful, but he listened.
And though her show with Merlin was anything but impressive, he would let her join the class. Simply because she marched down here to ask in the first place. That showed some courage and he wouldn't ever deter a student from a learning opportunity. Could she handle it? Maybe. But was it worth a shot? Absolutely. "I see no problem in that, Miss Moss... However, I do not allow students to simply stand around during my lessons. Participation is a requirement," he waited to see how she would react.
Hm? Was she still willing?
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Melbourne was listening intently to everything Professor Draper was saying. Her eyes were practically twinkling with delight. “Of course that makes complete sense!” She beamed at him and bounced a bit where she stood.
“I’m going to work on that over summer break” she nodded, “…though I think my sister wont let me bring him until fifth year” she frowned slightly but really, that was what sisters did. For now maybe she could just bring her sister’s pet rock with her…or get a pygmy puff or something slightly more dangerous than a pygmy puff.
Standing for a moment she just smiled. “Of course I wouldn’t let them eat each other!” She was practically laughing and bouncing on her feet. “Thank you Professor – oh…do you know of any good books on training creatures?” She asked happily ready for more advanced things….”also, if you need help cleaning stalls and things for class I was thinking of getting some skills down so I could work as a pet-sitter over breaks” she nodded, “I would even walk Merlin for you if he’d allow it” she offered giving Merlin a little wave. Yes. Dogs were great.
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Ugh, she mentally slapped herself and took a mental note to impress him in the future.
Participate? There was nothing more that she liked in the world!
"Of course, professor," she said eagerly - Merlin forgotten for a moment (but only for ONE), "thank you so much!" She even SMILED. She was going to be a brilliant student, see?
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Melbourne was listening intently to everything Professor Draper was saying. Her eyes were practically twinkling with delight. “Of course that makes complete sense!” She beamed at him and bounced a bit where she stood.
“I’m going to work on that over summer break” she nodded, “…though I think my sister wont let me bring him until fifth year” she frowned slightly but really, that was what sisters did. For now maybe she could just bring her sister’s pet rock with her…or get a pygmy puff or something slightly more dangerous than a pygmy puff.
Standing for a moment she just smiled. “Of course I wouldn’t let them eat each other!” She was practically laughing and bouncing on her feet. “Thank you Professor – oh…do you know of any good books on training creatures?” She asked happily ready for more advanced things….”also, if you need help cleaning stalls and things for class I was thinking of getting some skills down so I could work as a pet-sitter over breaks” she nodded, “I would even walk Merlin for you if he’d allow it” she offered giving Merlin a little wave. Yes. Dogs were great.
Of course it made sense! Was she surprised? Better not be. He'd give her the benefit of the doubt. But he also couldn't help but feel a strange sense of satisfaction at how giddy she got after hearing the advice. Merlin, you'd think he just solved world hunger or something.
"Ah the possessive type," though maybe it was for the best. Meant they wouldn't have to deal with any more of the pet's problems for a while. Didn't sound horrible to James, honestly.
Again he leaned back in his chair, watching her. Not paying much attention to the words she was squealing, but rather to the manner in which she did so. She was... interesting to say the least. One minute asking ten thousand questions, the next being quite serious, and then in another moment up on her feet cackling away about something or another which James chose not to care about. Interesting. Almost a little headache inducing. But interesting. Firecracker, she was.
"....A few, yes," .... Was she serious? He was the bloody Care of Magical Creatures Professor of course he knew books on training creatures! But he humored her. "I would suggest referencing your textbook for basics, but the more effective books will be specific to the creature in which you would want to learn about and I don't have many of those on my shelves here." He was always more hands-on learner anyways. But there were more books back home, just didn't see the use of hauling them all over to Hogwarts when they had an entire floor dedicated to that. Which brought him to the next point, "In which case, I would point you to the library. As I do believe they have an entire section dedicated to creatures there." And he did encourage that students went there to bother Library Loon Leo about it. The man needed some extra work to do. And it meant the kids would be more prepared for lessons, something James always welcomed.
"Thank you Miss Johanson, extra help is always welcome." Man, if he knew the kids would be this enthusiastic about scooping poop, he would've taken this job YEARS ago.
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She had annoyed him, hadn't she?
Ugh, she mentally slapped herself and took a mental note to impress him in the future.
Participate? There was nothing more that she liked in the world!
"Of course, professor," she said eagerly - Merlin forgotten for a moment (but only for ONE), "thank you so much!" She even SMILED. She was going to be a brilliant student, see?
Yes, just a bit.
He nodded in response to her thanks, knowing very well that he probably just made the child's day. Not often he did such a thing, but eh it was rewarding, yes. He'd admit. He was also very arrogant.
"However, Miss Moss, although this is approved now... Should any issues arise, you will be expected to consult with me and we will reevaluate, yes?" Was that understood? Basically he was saying, don't screw up kid. He'd know.
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Of course. That made sense. "Of course, sir." She did plan to be the best student, mind you, but she would be extra careful, because she planned to take this class until at least the sixth year.
"That was all I wanted to ask, professor." Should she leave, or..?
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Of course. That made sense. "Of course, sir." She did plan to be the best student, mind you, but she would be extra careful, because she planned to take this class until at least the sixth year.
"That was all I wanted to ask, professor." Should she leave, or..?
.... That was it?
Well, that was brilliant news. First office visit in history to take less than 10 minutes. James could get used to this.
But uh, why was she still sitting? ..... He wasn't going to offer her anything to sip on if that's what she was trying to do here.... He wasn't like those other pansy Professors coughPONCHOPAULcough. "Well then, I look forward to seeing you in class Miss Moss," eh, sort of.
Getting out of his seat, he walked towards the door to prop it open for the girl.
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