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If offices were meant to show the essence of someone's personality than boy oh boy, did this room show what Roderik Hirsch was like. Everything was sleek, from the orange tables to the seats and even to the teal coloured desks. There was a certain gleam to everything, as if it had been well polished in advance.
Upon entering the room, the first thing you see is the desk sitting towards the middle of the room. Sitting upon the desk are a number of things: pieces of parchment, quills, ink, your everyday mundane wizarding equipment. What wasn't mundane was the picture of the Hirscch family gathered together at their most recent holiday, where everyone had been forced to wear ugly jumpers. (Thanks Ma)
The one thing the office seems to be in abundance of are chest of drawers. They seem to be everywhere from along a side of a wall to behind the desk and underneath the desk itself. There are also a few Defence books stacked up along the shelves on the left side of the room. Ask nicely, and you might get to borrow some. Might.
Hirsch himself can usually be found sitting behind the desk with his feet propped up onto the desk and shuffling through some piece of parchment or another.
Please make sure you've posted in the Seating Area first and have been told that you can enter, either by Hirsch or by me.
Someday. Someday he was going to grow, and people wouldn't be able to do this to him so easily.
That was the thought Jaemin focused on as Haddie pulled him around by his arm. He wasn't exactly an unwilling participant in this whole thing; he too was eager to learn how to cast a Patronus. However... she was just walking really fast, and while he was prone to zooming about the castle like a tiny jet, he wasn't really feeling as hyper today as he might have been on other days.
At least he knew she wasn't going to try anything weird, like Sachiko. Thank Merlin for sensible girls like Hadley Denaker.
When they finally emerged into the comfortably familiar area outside Hirsch's door, Jaemin pulled his arm away from Haddie and absently fixed his sleeve. "Don't gotta pull me, you know," he murmured lightly, looking up from his arm as she knocked. "I wanna learn it just as much as you do."
Hirsch's office was a place that Jaemin would always turn up at willingly. He bounced lightly on his toes, waiting for the door to open.
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The number of eager students visiting him so early on in the school year was a good sign, right? It meant that they hadn't used the summer to drill a sense of laziness in them where they vowed to stay off school property for the rest of their days.
Good. Thank Merlin.
Hirsch had been sitting back in his usual armchair, his feet propped up onto the table, when the knocks came. His demeanour didn't change and neither did the expression on his face. He simply sat there and ruffled through his sheets of parchment before deciding to answer whoever it was at the door.
"Come in!"
Haddie rolled her eyes, but there was little true annoyance in the gesture. "Well, I had to make sure you'd keep up Short-stack!" She flashed him a wide, innocent grin, complete with pearly whites and dimples in the cheeks, not really. "The sooner we got here the sooner we can learn it!" See perfectly rational and logical. Or she was grasping at straws. You decide.
The "come in" caught her off guard though. Usually the professors open the door and let you in. Hadley shrugged and decided to have a bit of fun with it. She threw open the door dramatically, and marched in the office as if she was the DADA Professor's boss. Hands firmly placed on his desk, she leaned forward, eyes narrowing to show she meant business. "Listen, Hirsch!" she accused. "You promised us on Jaemin's birthday to teach us the Patronus Charm. And today is my birthday, so you have to teach us!" Her eyes narrowed just a bit more to drive the point home. Then the now teenage Hadley relaxed, and flashed Hirsch the same innocent, pearly whites and dimples not really smile she gave Jaemin outside. "Please?"
Yes, she was in a good mood today. Why wouldn't she be? It was her birthday. She was 13. She was back at Hogwarts. And not at home with her Dad. Today was a great day.
She clasped her hands together in mock pleading to Hirsch, smile never fading.
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Another day, another school year, and another set of plans to go o-
............... huh?
The man eyed the door and then stole a glance at his watch and then looked back at the watch. It was almost as if he was trying to burn two holes into the door to see who was standing beyond it what with his glare. But, in all honesty, the man was confused. He had a guest? Already? Had someone managed to get themselves into trouble so quickly into the term?
Haddie Denaker would.
Hirsch sat back in his seat and tried to look a little less cool than he normally would - imagine if the new Headmaster was there! - before saying, "Come in!"
Azura slowly moved upwards from her seat as she heard Professor Hisch call out to her to come in.. She slowly opened the door and gave him a little bit of a wave.
To be honest, she was more nervous about facing him then facing the new Headmaster.. Was.. this going to let him down? She wasn't sure.. "Hello Professor Hirsch." She said in a soft voice, there wasn't a smile on her pale face like there was last year.. And her purple eyes were dull..empty almost..
"Umm.. I don't know if you got my Aunt's letter?" She asked as she walked up to his desk.. a piece of parchment in her hand.
Haddie rolled her eyes, but there was little true annoyance in the gesture. "Well, I had to make sure you'd keep up Short-stack!" She flashed him a wide, innocent grin, complete with pearly whites and dimples in the cheeks, not really. "The sooner we got here the sooner we can learn it!" See perfectly rational and logical. Or she was grasping at straws. You decide.
The "come in" caught her off guard though. Usually the professors open the door and let you in. Hadley shrugged and decided to have a bit of fun with it. She threw open the door dramatically, and marched in the office as if she was the DADA Professor's boss. Hands firmly placed on his desk, she leaned forward, eyes narrowing to show she meant business. "Listen, Hirsch!" she accused. "You promised us on Jaemin's birthday to teach us the Patronus Charm. And today is my birthday, so you have to teach us!" Her eyes narrowed just a bit more to drive the point home. Then the now teenage Hadley relaxed, and flashed Hirsch the same innocent, pearly whites and dimples not really smile she gave Jaemin outside. "Please?"
Yes, she was in a good mood today. Why wouldn't she be? It was her birthday. She was 13. She was back at Hogwarts. And not at home with her Dad. Today was a great day.
She clasped her hands together in mock pleading to Hirsch, smile never fading.
Normally Jaemin wouldn't even think of shouting when standing in such close proximity to a professor or their office. But the name Haddie called him immediately made him frown, and he made a face at her. "I am not short!" he said loudly as he followed her through the door, frustration seeping into his voice. Just because she insisted on being stupidly tall didn't mean he had to be. The small Slytherin looked at her rather petulantly before turning his attention to Hirsch, and standing back as she went into her... theatrics.
It was clear she was playing though, especially with the expression she went right back into afterward, and Jaemin moved to stand next to her at the desk. He too gave Hirsch his most pleading look, with a bright smile before he leaned in toward Haddie and whispered to her. "Happy birthday, by the way. Dunno that I said it before."
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First of all, man to man?! He cocked an eyebrow at those words. The Defence professor didn't want to be rude or judgemental - and he certainly knew what could happen if you damaged a young boy's ego - but that was an odd choice of words, wasn't it? Especially coming from someone so young and pre-pubescent. Wait until you grow into a man, kid, and then they could talk man to man.
But for now, he could go along with this way of talking, mostly for his own amusement. "Of course I'll take this into serious consideration, Mr Bellaire." Although, there was something about those words that made the man a little...... concerned, so to say. The fact that the Gryffindor felt the need to tell him to take this seriously made him wonder whether it was, well, not. Whether it was something completely weird and borderline-stupid to worry about.
Was it girl trouble? Because if so, you've come to the right man, Blaise.
Stepping aside, the professor still held the door open but this time, there was enough room for the boy to pass by. "Come in, come in."
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Good. He would be taking all this serious. Very good. His entire year hinged on this so it was much appreciated.
The Third Year slid into the office, glancing behind him only to be sure the Professor didn't lock his quick quotes quill and notepad out 'by accident'. Some people didn't like to be quoted, even fewer liked to be misrepresented; go figure. Inside, Blaise turned to face the man, not bothering with the whole sitting and getting comfy business because that would make the Professor think they were on good terms--and while they were not on bad terms and Blaise ACTUALLY attended his lessons instead of skipping like he did with Charms and Transfig, they still had some things to hash out.
"I'd very much like if you'd stop trying to get me killed." There. The erumpent in the room. He'd said it. No beating around the bush and no taking it back now. Not that he'd want to.
"First Professor Dakest and now you. I know one less student to teach and one less test to grade might seem ideal but don't I deserve a future, Sir? Don't I deserve to grow as old as you and become a REAL man? What have I ever done to you?"
Serious question. Serious serious.
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Haddie rolled her eyes, but there was little true annoyance in the gesture. "Well, I had to make sure you'd keep up Short-stack!" She flashed him a wide, innocent grin, complete with pearly whites and dimples in the cheeks, not really. "The sooner we got here the sooner we can learn it!" See perfectly rational and logical. Or she was grasping at straws. You decide.
The "come in" caught her off guard though. Usually the professors open the door and let you in. Hadley shrugged and decided to have a bit of fun with it. She threw open the door dramatically, and marched in the office as if she was the DADA Professor's boss. Hands firmly placed on his desk, she leaned forward, eyes narrowing to show she meant business. "Listen, Hirsch!" she accused. "You promised us on Jaemin's birthday to teach us the Patronus Charm. And today is my birthday, so you have to teach us!" Her eyes narrowed just a bit more to drive the point home. Then the now teenage Hadley relaxed, and flashed Hirsch the same innocent, pearly whites and dimples not really smile she gave Jaemin outside. "Please?"
Yes, she was in a good mood today. Why wouldn't she be? It was her birthday. She was 13. She was back at Hogwarts. And not at home with her Dad. Today was a great day.
She clasped her hands together in mock pleading to Hirsch, smile never fading.
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Normally Jaemin wouldn't even think of shouting when standing in such close proximity to a professor or their office. But the name Haddie called him immediately made him frown, and he made a face at her. "I am not short!" he said loudly as he followed her through the door, frustration seeping into his voice. Just because she insisted on being stupidly tall didn't mean he had to be. The small Slytherin looked at her rather petulantly before turning his attention to Hirsch, and standing back as she went into her... theatrics.
It was clear she was playing though, especially with the expression she went right back into afterward, and Jaemin moved to stand next to her at the desk. He too gave Hirsch his most pleading look, with a bright smile before he leaned in toward Haddie and whispered to her. "Happy birthday, by the way. Dunno that I said it before."
What in the name of?!
Hirsch raised his eyebrows at the spectacle that was Haddie Denaker. If someone had told him that he was going to be practically threatened by someone almost twenty years younger than him, he would've laughed in their face. But this was far too real to be considered a joke.
And yet, the man found himself battling back a laugh.
Eyebrows raised, he let the Ravenclaw finish, only letting an amused smile cross his face when she was done. "You sure know how to make demands, Haddie." See, anyone else actin under the guise of professionalism would've probably said something about respect but then again, when was Hirsch ever one of those people? "Happy birthday, by the way. You must be very happy to be kicking off your teenage years." Oh, how he wished he could warn her about the hormones and awkwardness to come.
Ah, will you look at that? Jaemin was here and he was whispering into Haddie's ear. Which, by the way, did nothing for the ideas that the man had in his head about these two from a previous duel but he was going to let that slide. "Hello, Jaemin. Good to see you, both of you."
And now, onto the main topic of conversation: "So you want to learn about Patronuses? Should we get started?"
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Azura slowly moved upwards from her seat as she heard Professor Hisch call out to her to come in.. She slowly opened the door and gave him a little bit of a wave.
To be honest, she was more nervous about facing him then facing the new Headmaster.. Was.. this going to let him down? She wasn't sure.. "Hello Professor Hirsch." She said in a soft voice, there wasn't a smile on her pale face like there was last year.. And her purple eyes were dull..empty almost..
"Umm.. I don't know if you got my Aunt's letter?" She asked as she walked up to his desk.. a piece of parchment in her hand.
Oh, he should've been expecting this.
Almost as soon as he saw the girl's face, he should've known. Everything from her expression to her walk to the way she was talking to him was a clear indication as to what this was going to be about. And frankly, just like the first time he'd received the letter and heard of the news, his heart sank. "Hello, Azura." Should he say something else? Bring up the situation? Ask what she was here for? Because right now, there was simply a dead silence that seemed to stretch on and on and-
Oh, she'd talked. And brought up the topic herself. Good. That saved him the awkward hassle.
"Yes, I did," he said, matching her soft voice with one of his own, "I'm deeply sorry to hear the news. If there's anything we can do to help....... any extra time you need off......" His voice trailed off because frankly, he couldn't figure out what else he needed to say. What do you say to something like this? And to someone so young?
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Good. He would be taking all this serious. Very good. His entire year hinged on this so it was much appreciated.
The Third Year slid into the office, glancing behind him only to be sure the Professor didn't lock his quick quotes quill and notepad out 'by accident'. Some people didn't like to be quoted, even fewer liked to be misrepresented; go figure. Inside, Blaise turned to face the man, not bothering with the whole sitting and getting comfy business because that would make the Professor think they were on good terms--and while they were not on bad terms and Blaise ACTUALLY attended his lessons instead of skipping like he did with Charms and Transfig, they still had some things to hash out.
"I'd very much like if you'd stop trying to get me killed." There. The erumpent in the room. He'd said it. No beating around the bush and no taking it back now. Not that he'd want to.
"First Professor Dakest and now you. I know one less student to teach and one less test to grade might seem ideal but don't I deserve a future, Sir? Don't I deserve to grow as old as you and become a REAL man? What have I ever done to you?"
Serious question. Serious serious.
...... O...... kay?
See, usually visitors would get comfortable in a seat, with some getting a little too comfortable and some others looking as though they wanted to leave as soon as they had arrived. But this was new. Blaise wasn't even sitting in a seat, instead opting to stand, which only made him receive a weird look from Hirsch.
The man was almost about to direct him towards the right place - in case he wanted to be polite, something that his nation did a lot, he came to find - but before he could, the Gryffindor launched into a story of his own.
Wait, say what?! KILL him?!
Hirsch stopped and stared. He wasn't the most eloquent of people but he was now at a loss for words. Thanks for that, Bellaire. It was too early and there was too much of a lack of coffee in his day for him to process this piece of information. He needed somethings strong, maybe an espresso, to properly think about this because...... again, WHAT?!
"I'm..... not trying to kill you?" Uh. "I'm trying to teach you about the Dark Arts and how to defend yourself against them. It's to ensure that you can protect yourself, which'll only benefit you in the future." And he was going to ignore being called old for the time being. "Why do you think I'm trying to kill you?!" Please elaborate, kid.
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Oh, he should've been expecting this.
Almost as soon as he saw the girl's face, he should've known. Everything from her expression to her walk to the way she was talking to him was a clear indication as to what this was going to be about. And frankly, just like the first time he'd received the letter and heard of the news, his heart sank. "Hello, Azura." Should he say something else? Bring up the situation? Ask what she was here for? Because right now, there was simply a dead silence that seemed to stretch on and on and-
Oh, she'd talked. And brought up the topic herself. Good. That saved him the awkward hassle.
"Yes, I did," he said, matching her soft voice with one of his own, "I'm deeply sorry to hear the news. If there's anything we can do to help....... any extra time you need off......" His voice trailed off because frankly, he couldn't figure out what else he needed to say. What do you say to something like this? And to someone so young?
Oh.. Okay.. so he had gotten the letter. She nervously tucked the letter in her hand back into her pocket.. Her Aunt was sneaky, making her go to the Professors to tell them what happened, when she had already sent something out.. Perhaps it was the only way she would talk to them about it..
"I don't need any time off." Azura said quickly.. "I.. don't want any special treatment or anything.. None of my friends really knows what happened.." She trailed off slightly.. "I..did want to discuss my involvement in dueling club.. as well..as.. maybe.. some.. defensive spells..I.. seem to have a new found fear of Vampires and forests."
Yes! She would be strong for Hirsch.. She HAD to be.. He didn't need to know she wasn't really eating.. or sleeping.. or crying much..
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...... O...... kay?
See, usually visitors would get comfortable in a seat, with some getting a little too comfortable and some others looking as though they wanted to leave as soon as they had arrived. But this was new. Blaise wasn't even sitting in a seat, instead opting to stand, which only made him receive a weird look from Hirsch.
The man was almost about to direct him towards the right place - in case he wanted to be polite, something that his nation did a lot, he came to find - but before he could, the Gryffindor launched into a story of his own.
Wait, say what?! KILL him?!
Hirsch stopped and stared. He wasn't the most eloquent of people but he was now at a loss for words. Thanks for that, Bellaire. It was too early and there was too much of a lack of coffee in his day for him to process this piece of information. He needed somethings strong, maybe an espresso, to properly think about this because...... again, WHAT?!
"I'm..... not trying to kill you?" Uh. "I'm trying to teach you about the Dark Arts and how to defend yourself against them. It's to ensure that you can protect yourself, which'll only benefit you in the future." And he was going to ignore being called old for the time being. "Why do you think I'm trying to kill you?!" Please elaborate, kid.
Blaise was not fazed by the man's denial, in fact he was expecting it. What killer outright gave away their plans when the other party had no real way of proving it? Oh no, Hirsch was MUCH too smart for that. Just look at him playing clueless right now. "Very likely story Professor, one my quill has no doubt taken down for the record like I'm sure you were hoping it would." Having a confession of innocence written down somewhere by an embellishing quill won't save you Professor. This was serious business.
"Perhaps you should have a seat. It might make this easier." And so the 13 year old proceeded to gesture for him to have a seat, as was usually customary in these...'visits'.
"Let's start with your most grievous crime; continuing to make me duel despite the fact I ALWAYS leave the arena needing to see the Healer for one reason or another. Any kind and caring Professor who really cared about my future and me living to see it would have sat me down ages ago and suggested I find a new hobby." If you could even call dueling a hobby. It was something he was forced to do. "D'you know what happened my first ever duel? I got knocked unconscious by a girl." Nevermind that Char was his friend and they went for apple juice in the kitchen later in the day when he'd come to. "Last year, I almost lost my hand to that same girl, lost a match to another girl and only won my second match by running from a girl. If the spells don't kill me I'll die of embarrassment--you GOTTA let me out of the dueling club. Mum won't let me quit!"
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Normally Jaemin wouldn't even think of shouting when standing in such close proximity to a professor or their office. But the name Haddie called him immediately made him frown, and he made a face at her. "I am not short!" he said loudly as he followed her through the door, frustration seeping into his voice. Just because she insisted on being stupidly tall didn't mean he had to be. The small Slytherin looked at her rather petulantly before turning his attention to Hirsch, and standing back as she went into her... theatrics.
It was clear she was playing though, especially with the expression she went right back into afterward, and Jaemin moved to stand next to her at the desk. He too gave Hirsch his most pleading look, with a bright smile before he leaned in toward Haddie and whispered to her. "Happy birthday, by the way. Dunno that I said it before."
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What in the name of?!
Hirsch raised his eyebrows at the spectacle that was Haddie Denaker. If someone had told him that he was going to be practically threatened by someone almost twenty years younger than him, he would've laughed in their face. But this was far too real to be considered a joke.
And yet, the man found himself battling back a laugh.
Eyebrows raised, he let the Ravenclaw finish, only letting an amused smile cross his face when she was done. "You sure know how to make demands, Haddie." See, anyone else actin under the guise of professionalism would've probably said something about respect but then again, when was Hirsch ever one of those people? "Happy birthday, by the way. You must be very happy to be kicking off your teenage years." Oh, how he wished he could warn her about the hormones and awkwardness to come.
Ah, will you look at that? Jaemin was here and he was whispering into Haddie's ear. Which, by the way, did nothing for the ideas that the man had in his head about these two from a previous duel but he was going to let that slide. "Hello, Jaemin. Good to see you, both of you."
And now, onto the main topic of conversation: "So you want to learn about Patronuses? Should we get started?"
"You're smaller than me, and I'm average height for a girl our age," she informed Jaemin casually, clearly unfazed by his outrage, or hiding it well. She flashed the boy the same innocent smile that was fooling no one who knew her.
The smile just grew wider at Hirsch's reaction. She knew he wouldn't get upset at it and probably find it hilarious, but seeing him actually trying to keep himself from laughing and playing along still pleased her a lot. "Thank you," said with a mock curtsy. "I practice in the mirror every night." And, yes, she was very excited to be a teenager finally! Very excited! She beamed at the man behind the desk and rocked a little in her excitement.
"Thank you! I am very happy," she responded at pretty much the same time Jaemin whispered his own birthday wishes to her. Haddie shot the boy a curious look. "Thank you. Why are you whispering?"
And back to Hirsch, nodding so much it was a miracle she didn't give herself whiplash. "Yes, sir. It's why we're here." Duh.
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It was not like Airey Flamsteed to be down in the Defense Against the Dark Arts area because he was a big baby who missed certain people and he had never held a proper conversation with Professor Not-Sabel outside of meals and staff meetings...and the occasional awkward run in in the corridors, so it was of no real person need nor want that he had lingered outside the professor's office under the guise of a Disillusionment Charm while waiting for the man to step out so he could slip in unnoticed. But in he was and with all the supplies and instructions provided by a super quidditch player, the astronomer was quite ready to earn those season tickets with stellar seating.
"Alright then..." he muttered to himself as he removed the enchantment and pulled from his enchanted breast pocket rolls upon rolls of horrendous mixmatched wrapping paper. "Everything...down to the last quill," he reminded himself as he glanced over the instructions. Which meant he was NOT going to be doing this all by hand and therefore his wand was drawn next to help that process along more efficiently. There was, after all, no telling when the man would be back.
Each wall adorned with a different paper, Airey turned his back from the rest of the office and approached the door. Pulling out a large poster, the Astronomy professor set to sticking it - Permanent Sticking Charm oops - to the back of the door and took great care to make sure it was all laid out nearly around the handle. Man could hardly wrap novelty mug for people and have them turn out not like something a 5-year-old had wrapped...but wrapping an entire office was something he could accomplish. CONSTANT VIGILANCE! Or something.
Walking contradiction, this one.
Upon surveying his work and giving himself a pat on the back - literally, not mentally - the astronomer once again disillusioned himself and waited for Professor Not-Sabel to return so he could slip out.
So...just...going to chill over here in the corner then? Or maybe sit in the man's donut wrapped chair since that was surely more comfortable than the floor.
Oh yes...crinkly paper...
*crinkle crinkle crinkle*
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Clearly he was whispering so Professor Hirsch wouldn't think he was a bad friend, Haddie. Because he should have already wished her a happy birthday, you know?? He should have been all over that. But he hadn't yet, because Haddie had insisted on having long legs and being faster than he was, which meant he had spent all of his time with her so far today just being pulled.
But yes. PATRONUSES. Jaemin focused his attention on Hirsch and nodded excitedly. He wanted to learn the heck out of that spell. RIGHT NOW, YES. The small twelve year old bounced a little on his feet.
"I read about it a bit. You have to have a happy memory for it, right?" And the happier it was, the better chance you had to make it work, right? Jaemin looked around the office, considering it. Would they do it in here? What if the office got messed up? Not that... Jaemin thought he was going to be able to do it right off, because it was a super advanced spell, but just in case anything DESPERATE happened.
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Ouch.
Ouch, Bronwyn, ouch.
Hirsch wasn't at all surprised by that mentality but he still liked to pretend that it had caused him great pain to hear those words being uttered. So, to play along with the Ravenclaw, the placed a hand over his heart before saying, "Oof! Way to break my heart, Mr Bronwyn." Pause.
A little shiny? Those words were a sure way of getting his mind back on track. He patted his cheek gently, almost as if he was just realising exactly where it was he had come from. "I was out for a jog so that might be why."
And yes, he needed to take a shower. Stat.
"Come into my office and we'll have a talk?" About what, the man didn't know but he did start getting up.
Roo smiled carefully and nodded. "I'm good at that. Sing a few songs and then walk away. It's a talent, Sir." That was all he had time for before he followed the Professor into his office, making sure to look around as he entered. One day he'd have an office for himself, so he needed some early inspiration. Some offices gave him ideas on what to avoid. And others gave him ideas on what to say he was allergic to.
Taking another seat, the Prefect sighed. "I think we need to talk man to man, Sir." And so he folded his arms and crossed his legs.
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Oh.. Okay.. so he had gotten the letter. She nervously tucked the letter in her hand back into her pocket.. Her Aunt was sneaky, making her go to the Professors to tell them what happened, when she had already sent something out.. Perhaps it was the only way she would talk to them about it..
"I don't need any time off." Azura said quickly.. "I.. don't want any special treatment or anything.. None of my friends really knows what happened.." She trailed off slightly.. "I..did want to discuss my involvement in dueling club.. as well..as.. maybe.. some.. defensive spells..I.. seem to have a new found fear of Vampires and forests."
Yes! She would be strong for Hirsch.. She HAD to be.. He didn't need to know she wasn't really eating.. or sleeping.. or crying much..
She HAD to get through this alone..
So this was confusing. She didn't want any special treatment or time off or any of that. Instead, she was asking for...... nothing. Frankly, the man was baffled. Anyone else would've probably taken up the offer to have some time off and extra attention but then again, when was Azura ever one of those people?
Right now, Hirsch simply watched her, his elbows on the table and his chin resting on his hands. "Nobody would need to know. It could include any extra help you need and maybe some time to heal. Twelve is, after all, very young to be dealing with this." But if she didn't want to, then maybe he should move on instead of harping on about this?
Oh, Dueling Club. "Would you still like to take part in the Club? Because you're allowed to bow out anytime you wish." The question was straightfoward because, well, the man had to know. Had to. As for her fears, he nodded slowly before saying, "Frankly, I'd be surprised if you weren't already scared of them." Blood sucking beings weren't exactly best friend material and dark forests that reeked danger of the unknown wasn't exactly homely. "Would you rather I teach you about these or........ steer clear of the topic altogether?"
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Blaise was not fazed by the man's denial, in fact he was expecting it. What killer outright gave away their plans when the other party had no real way of proving it? Oh no, Hirsch was MUCH too smart for that. Just look at him playing clueless right now. "Very likely story Professor, one my quill has no doubt taken down for the record like I'm sure you were hoping it would." Having a confession of innocence written down somewhere by an embellishing quill won't save you Professor. This was serious business.
"Perhaps you should have a seat. It might make this easier." And so the 13 year old proceeded to gesture for him to have a seat, as was usually customary in these...'visits'.
"Let's start with your most grievous crime; continuing to make me duel despite the fact I ALWAYS leave the arena needing to see the Healer for one reason or another. Any kind and caring Professor who really cared about my future and me living to see it would have sat me down ages ago and suggested I find a new hobby." If you could even call dueling a hobby. It was something he was forced to do. "D'you know what happened my first ever duel? I got knocked unconscious by a girl." Nevermind that Char was his friend and they went for apple juice in the kitchen later in the day when he'd come to. "Last year, I almost lost my hand to that same girl, lost a match to another girl and only won my second match by running from a girl. If the spells don't kill me I'll die of embarrassment--you GOTTA let me out of the dueling club. Mum won't let me quit!"
What in the name of?!
This kid was probably one of the most confusing ones he'd met, and that was saying a lot. Yes, he was confused and his face was even showing it. A quick glance was stolen over towards that quill of his before looking back at its owner. "It's a fact." Really, he did not know what else to say to that. The Gryffindor needed to explain himself better instead of speaking in tongues, almost like a journalist would.
And......... cue an eyebrow raise. See, the man was pretty chill enough to begin with but that request made him lose quite a bit of that coolness he gave off on a daily basis. Was Blaise ordering him around in his own office? Because that's exactly what it sounded like. "How about we both have a seat?"
Either he was dreaming or there was now a certain tension in the air.
Regardless, Hirsch did go to sit down to deal with this situation better.
And then Blaise launched into his speech and the eyebrow still stayed raised. Why? The idea that he, Roderik Hirsch, didn't care about his students. Frankly, that was hurtful to someone who had dedicated his entire life to teaching young minds and educating them. It caused him to grit his teeth lest he say something he probably shouldn't. Maybe the kid was angry or upset and even if he felt the same, he needed to hide that and show a level of maturity.
"Firstly, Mr Bellaire," Note the use of the surname? "I do care about your needs and your future. It's why I constantly overlook the duels, even if I have other things to be getting along with." Besides, looking over the duels was much more fun than sitting behind a desk and marking papers. "You are allowed to quit anytime, I won't ask why." Just saying. "Secondly, girls are just as good at dueling and sometimes even better than boys. It's nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of."
Deep breaths.
"And lastly, have you tried to convince your mum to let you quit? Why is she so set on you dueling if you hate it so much?"
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"You're smaller than me, and I'm average height for a girl our age," she informed Jaemin casually, clearly unfazed by his outrage, or hiding it well. She flashed the boy the same innocent smile that was fooling no one who knew her.
The smile just grew wider at Hirsch's reaction. She knew he wouldn't get upset at it and probably find it hilarious, but seeing him actually trying to keep himself from laughing and playing along still pleased her a lot. "Thank you," said with a mock curtsy. "I practice in the mirror every night." And, yes, she was very excited to be a teenager finally! Very excited! She beamed at the man behind the desk and rocked a little in her excitement.
"Thank you! I am very happy," she responded at pretty much the same time Jaemin whispered his own birthday wishes to her. Haddie shot the boy a curious look. "Thank you. Why are you whispering?"
And back to Hirsch, nodding so much it was a miracle she didn't give herself whiplash. "Yes, sir. It's why we're here." Duh.
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Clearly he was whispering so Professor Hirsch wouldn't think he was a bad friend, Haddie. Because he should have already wished her a happy birthday, you know?? He should have been all over that. But he hadn't yet, because Haddie had insisted on having long legs and being faster than he was, which meant he had spent all of his time with her so far today just being pulled.
But yes. PATRONUSES. Jaemin focused his attention on Hirsch and nodded excitedly. He wanted to learn the heck out of that spell. RIGHT NOW, YES. The small twelve year old bounced a little on his feet.
"I read about it a bit. You have to have a happy memory for it, right?" And the happier it was, the better chance you had to make it work, right? Jaemin looked around the office, considering it. Would they do it in here? What if the office got messed up? Not that... Jaemin thought he was going to be able to do it right off, because it was a super advanced spell, but just in case anything DESPERATE happened.
She practiced in the mirror everyday? Hirsch couldn't help but let out a little snort at those words. "I don't doubt it. Keep at it, Haddie." But don't let it become more of a favourite than dueling or Defence, okay? Just saying.
You know what was nice? Seeing the two looking so excited about the prospect of learning the spell. He just hoped that they knew how advanced it was and to not let themselves get worked up if they didn't get the spell right sooner than they'd hoped. It happened, sometimes.
But, onto the spell! Which Jaemin knew a lot about, apparently. A proud smile spread itself across the man's face as he got up onto his feet and perched himself on the edge of his desk. "Well done on doing your research, Jaemin." A nod was sent to the Slytherin. "You're completely right: you need a happy memory. And not just any happy little thought, either: You need something that'd make you really happy. A very strong, powerful memory that the dementors - or lethifolds - can't take away from you. Something that charges you and fills you up with hope."
Pause.
"Because dementors can take everything away from you: your thoughts, memories and even your soul. But one thing they can't take away from you is hope." Did he sound cheesy enough yet? "If you have a memory that fills you up with hope and happiness, you're set. Almost."
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It was not like Airey Flamsteed to be down in the Defense Against the Dark Arts area because he was a big baby who missed certain people and he had never held a proper conversation with Professor Not-Sabel outside of meals and staff meetings...and the occasional awkward run in in the corridors, so it was of no real person need nor want that he had lingered outside the professor's office under the guise of a Disillusionment Charm while waiting for the man to step out so he could slip in unnoticed. But in he was and with all the supplies and instructions provided by a super quidditch player, the astronomer was quite ready to earn those season tickets with stellar seating.
"Alright then..." he muttered to himself as he removed the enchantment and pulled from his enchanted breast pocket rolls upon rolls of horrendous mixmatched wrapping paper. "Everything...down to the last quill," he reminded himself as he glanced over the instructions. Which meant he was NOT going to be doing this all by hand and therefore his wand was drawn next to help that process along more efficiently. There was, after all, no telling when the man would be back.
Each wall adorned with a different paper, Airey turned his back from the rest of the office and approached the door. Pulling out a large poster, the Astronomy professor set to sticking it - Permanent Sticking Charm oops - to the back of the door and took great care to make sure it was all laid out nearly around the handle. Man could hardly wrap novelty mug for people and have them turn out not like something a 5-year-old had wrapped...but wrapping an entire office was something he could accomplish. CONSTANT VIGILANCE! Or something.
Walking contradiction, this one.
Upon surveying his work and giving himself a pat on the back - literally, not mentally - the astronomer once again disillusioned himself and waited for Professor Not-Sabel to return so he could slip out.
So...just...going to chill over here in the corner then? Or maybe sit in the man's donut wrapped chair since that was surely more comfortable than the floor.
Oh yes...crinkly paper...
*crinkle crinkle crinkle*
Luckily for the Astronomy Professor, Hirsch wasn't going to be back until after all the shenanigans had happened.
Coincidence? We'll see.
The birthday boy man had been out and about, dealing with a seven year old Haddie Denaker and her demands to go shopping - really, why?! - and going to get himself some coffee before he made his way back to the office. Nothing truly exciting had happened so he had half a mind to go and visit his friends and maybe one Ariadne Grahn, just for fun.
Little did he know, however, that as soon as he stepped into his office, all thoughts about visits and having fun were thrown out of the window thanks to a feeling called shock.
WHAT IN THE ACTUAL NAME OF?!
Goodbye to the mug of coffee he was holding that went smashing to the floor and goodbye to any sort of sense his brain had been making because this........ this made no sense. Could somebody please explain why his office looked like a badly promoted wrapping paper commercial?! Because the mixmatched wrapping papers all around the walls were nothing short of being an eyesore and he didn't know how to even beginning processing any of this.
He didn't know how long he'd been rooted to the spot but the moment he was over the initial shock - or was he? - the Defence professor moved on over towards one of the walls and gently touched the wrapping paper. Nope, that was pretty much stuck on there. He had no hope of getting it off just now but that wasn't his initial action plan. What he wanted to do was find out exactly who-
.....................
Ariadne Grahn.
Ariadne Grahn laughing at him from a giant poster that was stuck on the other side of his door. The side that would be looking at him throughout the day and no doubt distracting him from his work. Thanks, Grahn, thanks a lot. The man stood there, his head in his hands as he tried to hide a laugh at the antics of the Seeker. To be frank, he should've known that only she could be behind something like thi--
'*crinkle*'
The smile vanished and his head snapped up and turned towards the source of the sound. Was someone here? Or was this another trick that the Quidditch player had put into place in his office? Regardless, his wand was out before he knew it and he shot a harmless spell towards the source of the sound.
"Reveal yourself!"
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Roo smiled carefully and nodded. "I'm good at that. Sing a few songs and then walk away. It's a talent, Sir." That was all he had time for before he followed the Professor into his office, making sure to look around as he entered. One day he'd have an office for himself, so he needed some early inspiration. Some offices gave him ideas on what to avoid. And others gave him ideas on what to say he was allergic to.
Taking another seat, the Prefect sighed. "I think we need to talk man to man, Sir." And so he folded his arms and crossed his legs.
A talent? "I hope you don't go around breaking all your Professors' hearts like that, Mr Bronwyn." A playful smile played across the German's face as he went and sat down in his seat. He was only joking so it was nice that the Ravenclaw had decided to play along with that. It made him feel much younger than he actually was.
Talk man to man? What was it with his male students and wanting to talk man to man with him? Why were they in such a hurry to grow up and talk in a manly way? Please stay young for as long as possible. There was really no rush. "Okay. Man to man, it is." Again, he didn't understand why but he could pretend for now. "What do you need to talk about?"
The man had been in his office, that was still decorated in mismatched wallpaper, mind you, when the knocking came. He didn't immediately answer, instead opting to let out a small groan. Why? Because a knock meant that someone was here to see him while he was in a predicament.
Thanks, Ariadne.
A short while later, after he'd arranged himself to look as casual as possible, the man called out, "Come in!" His plan? If he looked as casual as possible, then maybe, just maybe, he could stop this interaction being as weird as possible.
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Well by now Dante was use to waiting for Professor's to let him in. He did not like it since he was impatient but he was use to it. So when he finally heard the okay to come in. Dante quickly got up and made his way into the office. Which he had to ask the guy why the orange.
"Helloooo Professor Hirsch."
Dante said making his way to an empty seat. Wait a moment. Something was going on here.
"How have you been?"
Yeah Dante was going to get to the love of orange and that wallpaper in a moment. Plus his apparent 'act cool' look he has going on right now. Which always meant something was up and Dante wanted to know or least try and find out.
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Luckily for the Astronomy Professor, Hirsch wasn't going to be back until after all the shenanigans had happened.
Coincidence? We'll see.
The birthday boy man had been out and about, dealing with a seven year old Haddie Denaker and her demands to go shopping - really, why?! - and going to get himself some coffee before he made his way back to the office. Nothing truly exciting had happened so he had half a mind to go and visit his friends and maybe one Ariadne Grahn, just for fun.
Little did he know, however, that as soon as he stepped into his office, all thoughts about visits and having fun were thrown out of the window thanks to a feeling called shock.
WHAT IN THE ACTUAL NAME OF?!
Goodbye to the mug of coffee he was holding that went smashing to the floor and goodbye to any sort of sense his brain had been making because this........ this made no sense. Could somebody please explain why his office looked like a badly promoted wrapping paper commercial?! Because the mixmatched wrapping papers all around the walls were nothing short of being an eyesore and he didn't know how to even beginning processing any of this.
He didn't know how long he'd been rooted to the spot but the moment he was over the initial shock - or was he? - the Defence professor moved on over towards one of the walls and gently touched the wrapping paper. Nope, that was pretty much stuck on there. He had no hope of getting it off just now but that wasn't his initial action plan. What he wanted to do was find out exactly who-
.....................
Ariadne Grahn.
Ariadne Grahn laughing at him from a giant poster that was stuck on the other side of his door. The side that would be looking at him throughout the day and no doubt distracting him from his work. Thanks, Grahn, thanks a lot. The man stood there, his head in his hands as he tried to hide a laugh at the antics of the Seeker. To be frank, he should've known that only she could be behind something like thi--
'*crinkle*'
The smile vanished and his head snapped up and turned towards the source of the sound. Was someone here? Or was this another trick that the Quidditch player had put into place in his office? Regardless, his wand was out before he knew it and he shot a harmless spell towards the source of the sound.
"Reveal yourself!"
Were the man thinking a bit more clearly, he WOULD have hung out by the door rather than in the man's seat. A folly the astronomer realized the moment that the door swung open. Clearly...the man was out of practice and he could tell that Pebbles was mocking him from the comfort of his enchanted breast pocket.
And if she had been affectionately mocking him earlier...she was a cackling ball of stone now.
Eyes widening as Professor Not-Sabel's wand was thrust in his direction, the astronomer did the only thing that he could think of in the moment to avoid being hit by...whatever that was being sent his way. Or rather...his limbs flailed about and caused an unnecessarily dramatic reaction. Meaning that the chair toppled over backwards with a dull thud and more obnoxiously crinkling noises accompanied by a manly yelp.
Disillusioned astronomer down!
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So this was confusing. She didn't want any special treatment or time off or any of that. Instead, she was asking for...... nothing. Frankly, the man was baffled. Anyone else would've probably taken up the offer to have some time off and extra attention but then again, when was Azura ever one of those people?
Right now, Hirsch simply watched her, his elbows on the table and his chin resting on his hands. "Nobody would need to know. It could include any extra help you need and maybe some time to heal. Twelve is, after all, very young to be dealing with this." But if she didn't want to, then maybe he should move on instead of harping on about this?
Oh, Dueling Club. "Would you still like to take part in the Club? Because you're allowed to bow out anytime you wish." The question was straightfoward because, well, the man had to know. Had to. As for her fears, he nodded slowly before saying, "Frankly, I'd be surprised if you weren't already scared of them." Blood sucking beings weren't exactly best friend material and dark forests that reeked danger of the unknown wasn't exactly homely. "Would you rather I teach you about these or........ steer clear of the topic altogether?"
Azura's brow furrowed just slightly as Professor Hirsch spoke again and she bit her lip a little as she tried to think of what the correct answer to that question was. Sadly, she didn't think she had one.. and so.. she just started to speak truthfully.. "As long as people don't know." She whispered softly as she looked at the DADA Professor.. "The last thing I want.. is people thinking I want attention or something." Because that wasn't her.. At all. "I.. don't know what time I need if any, studying and playing my music helps me focus on other things then my.." She choked a little, but swallowed back her threatening tears.
"Would.. it be possible to maybe get some sleeping potions? I.. keep having nightmares of Vampires killing my mom and coming after me." She finally admitted to him. "And it's hard to eat." She whispered as well. "That's all I need help with." Mmmm... The pale girl nodded as her dull eyes shimmered with unshed tears, before twisting her hands a little as he spoke of dueling club..
"I... was thinking of sitting out this term? That.. isn't weak is it?" She asked.. sort of admitting what she was afraid of.. That he might think her weak and not strong enough to take it..
She sat down in a chair, looking at the ground as she tried to gather her emotions.. Her limbs were shaking slightly, and her lower lip was clamped firmly between her teeth as she focused on his desk and tried to stop the fountain of tears that threatened to overflow..
She took a deep breath as he spoke next.
"I would rather you teach me about them, avoiding them will only increase my fear of them." She said finally.
She practiced in the mirror everyday? Hirsch couldn't help but let out a little snort at those words. "I don't doubt it. Keep at it, Haddie." But don't let it become more of a favourite than dueling or Defence, okay? Just saying.
You know what was nice? Seeing the two looking so excited about the prospect of learning the spell. He just hoped that they knew how advanced it was and to not let themselves get worked up if they didn't get the spell right sooner than they'd hoped. It happened, sometimes.
But, onto the spell! Which Jaemin knew a lot about, apparently. A proud smile spread itself across the man's face as he got up onto his feet and perched himself on the edge of his desk. "Well done on doing your research, Jaemin." A nod was sent to the Slytherin. "You're completely right: you need a happy memory. And not just any happy little thought, either: You need something that'd make you really happy. A very strong, powerful memory that the dementors - or lethifolds - can't take away from you. Something that charges you and fills you up with hope."
Pause.
"Because dementors can take everything away from you: your thoughts, memories and even your soul. But one thing they can't take away from you is hope." Did he sound cheesy enough yet? "If you have a memory that fills you up with hope and happiness, you're set. Almost."
Hadley grinned. It was great when the professors played along. Hirsch and Myers were the two she could always count on to play along and make a joke even more fun. She gave the man a salute. "Yes, sir."
Hadley playfully elbowed Jaemin in the ribs. Gently, but enough to be noticed. "suck up," she whispered out of the corner of her mouth. Hopefully he could tell she was just playing around because she was happy and excited, and that meant she was in a fun and teasing mood. "Penny gave me tip and trick guide to casting one this morning for my birthday!"
Okay, so a really, really happy memory. Like finding out she was a witch and could do magic and would get to go to a school to learn it all. Or all the stories that Natalie used to tell her about how they were secretly fairy princesses sent to live in the human world, in hiding. Yeah, both of those memories filled her with warmth. She was ready. Now all she needed was to learn how to cast it. "Ready whenever you are, Professor."
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What in the name of?!
This kid was probably one of the most confusing ones he'd met, and that was saying a lot. Yes, he was confused and his face was even showing it. A quick glance was stolen over towards that quill of his before looking back at its owner. "It's a fact." Really, he did not know what else to say to that. The Gryffindor needed to explain himself better instead of speaking in tongues, almost like a journalist would.
And......... cue an eyebrow raise. See, the man was pretty chill enough to begin with but that request made him lose quite a bit of that coolness he gave off on a daily basis. Was Blaise ordering him around in his own office? Because that's exactly what it sounded like. "How about we both have a seat?"
Either he was dreaming or there was now a certain tension in the air.
Regardless, Hirsch did go to sit down to deal with this situation better.
And then Blaise launched into his speech and the eyebrow still stayed raised. Why? The idea that he, Roderik Hirsch, didn't care about his students. Frankly, that was hurtful to someone who had dedicated his entire life to teaching young minds and educating them. It caused him to grit his teeth lest he say something he probably shouldn't. Maybe the kid was angry or upset and even if he felt the same, he needed to hide that and show a level of maturity.
"Firstly, Mr Bellaire," Note the use of the surname? "I do care about your needs and your future. It's why I constantly overlook the duels, even if I have other things to be getting along with." Besides, looking over the duels was much more fun than sitting behind a desk and marking papers. "You are allowed to quit anytime, I won't ask why." Just saying. "Secondly, girls are just as good at dueling and sometimes even better than boys. It's nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of."
Deep breaths.
"And lastly, have you tried to convince your mum to let you quit? Why is she so set on you dueling if you hate it so much?"
A seat? He thought they should both take a seat? At such a crucial moment as this where young Blaise felt like he'd gotten a firm enough foothold on the situation--despite the man's now somewhat annoyed look--and that he might actually achieve a favourable outcome? But fine. He would sit, if only to appease the man so he wouldn't suddenly kick him out.
Blaise took the seat offered to him, giving the man his undivided attention through his speech and questioning but the boy's face visible sunk at the mention of quitting and the implied suggestion this was all self torture.
As if he'd stay if he had a choice. "That's the problem, Professor. I can't quit. Mum won't let me. She'll have a fit."
Which brought him to the question of why his mother wouldn't let him quit. "I'm not exactly enthused about magic." A gross understatement but there it was. "The only time I ever have my wand with me is when I have dueling and she's trying to capitalize on that I guess. Thinks if this is the only time I use magic then I have to keep at it and maybe I'll develop an appreciation. Thinks if I get shot at enough times I'll develop a bond with my wand." But all it ever did was cause him to resent it further. If only she'd listen.
"So I was thinking...just maybe...you could send her the occasional report saying I'm still dueling while excusing me?--You can say I place last all the time, I won't mind, honest!" Please???
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A talent? "I hope you don't go around breaking all your Professors' hearts like that, Mr Bronwyn." A playful smile played across the German's face as he went and sat down in his seat. He was only joking so it was nice that the Ravenclaw had decided to play along with that. It made him feel much younger than he actually was.
Talk man to man? What was it with his male students and wanting to talk man to man with him? Why were they in such a hurry to grow up and talk in a manly way? Please stay young for as long as possible. There was really no rush. "Okay. Man to man, it is." Again, he didn't understand why but he could pretend for now. "What do you need to talk about?"
"I take no responsibility for any hearts that end up broken because of me, Professor." The Ravenclaw grinned, adjusted in the seat he had taken and checked on the badge affixed to his robes. And then to further distract his Professor, he pinched his nose and made a face. "You definitely went for a run, Professor." Hahahaha. He really was a funny guy when he wanted to be. But it was always better when he had someone to bounce off. AND when they appreciated humour. That was always the fun kind. Nothing beat his Char and his Liv, but Roo was coming around to liking this Professor a bit more.
"Duels, Sir. I have two options.." Originally, he had only had one option. But sitting here had given him another idea. "I can either let a girl help me. Or I can quit. Because I'm not very good at it." Not good enough to beat someone who barely even used a wand.
So not just a happy memory. The happiest memory. The tippy top of happy stuff. Jaemin gave Haddie a look and very lightly elbowed her back, taking a half a second to stick his tongue out at her before concentrating all of his attention on Hirsch again. They needed a memory that nothing could take away. Not dementors- which he knew of, unfortunately, and they coaxed a shudder from him- nor... lethifolds?
He would have to look that one up. It had to be some sort of funsucker right? Happysucker? Mean thing. It was a mean thing. Yes.
He had already been very sure he didn't like dementors. But the way Hirsch was talking now, he was going to double down on that. NOPE. No dementors ever. Which meant he really had to learn how to cast this spell, because... it was pretty, yes, but it also made them stay away, yes? SAFESPELL.
He had lots of memories that made him feel happy and warm and nice. The most obvious was getting his Hogwarts letter, of course, because it meant that he had a whole new world of possibilities. He'd try that one first. Scrunching his nose, Jaemin nodded his head. "Got it."
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Well by now Dante was use to waiting for Professor's to let him in. He did not like it since he was impatient but he was use to it. So when he finally heard the okay to come in. Dante quickly got up and made his way into the office. Which he had to ask the guy why the orange.
"Helloooo Professor Hirsch."
Dante said making his way to an empty seat. Wait a moment. Something was going on here.
"How have you been?"
Yeah Dante was going to get to the love of orange and that wallpaper in a moment. Plus his apparent 'act cool' look he has going on right now. Which always meant something was up and Dante wanted to know or least try and find out.
Oh no.
Dante? Dante?!
On every other occasion, the man would've been more than happy to see the Slytherin. A talk between the two usually included mind games and general poking fun at each other - and yes, we know about the hate of the colour orange - but this was much different.
And, you know, he totally was cool. Look at his face. Cool.
Whatever the situation, the boy's presence didn't stop the wide smile from spreading itself across Hirsch's face. "Dante!" he called out, sitting back in his seat, "And here I was wondering if you'd forgotten about me over the summer." Was it too early to starting joking around? Did he even care?
How had he been? Good question. "I've been doing great, thank you. Quite happy to be back." Surprising? It really was. "How are you? Not letting the laziness settle in too early, I hope?"
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Were the man thinking a bit more clearly, he WOULD have hung out by the door rather than in the man's seat. A folly the astronomer realized the moment that the door swung open. Clearly...the man was out of practice and he could tell that Pebbles was mocking him from the comfort of his enchanted breast pocket.
And if she had been affectionately mocking him earlier...she was a cackling ball of stone now.
Eyes widening as Professor Not-Sabel's wand was thrust in his direction, the astronomer did the only thing that he could think of in the moment to avoid being hit by...whatever that was being sent his way. Or rather...his limbs flailed about and caused an unnecessarily dramatic reaction. Meaning that the chair toppled over backwards with a dull thud and more obnoxiously crinkling noises accompanied by a manly yelp.
Disillusioned astronomer down!
Attacking an invisible person was difficult enough but the man had had a lot of practice during his studies and teachings so this was almost a piece of cake for him. Almost. The person was simply making things easier for him to be hunted down with the crinkling. Just saying.
In most duels, fights, or whatever you want to call this, there was always that something that gave you the gateway to some kind of victory. The upper hand, if you will. In this case, the toppling of the chair did it for him. As soon as he caught sight of it, the man zoomed in that direction faster than you could say Dark Arts and pointed his wand directly at, where he hoped, was the person in question.
Oh, was that the revealing charm?
If it worked, then a moment of self-congratulations were in check but if not, then he needed to get his level of constant vigilance - as well as his ego - into check.
Text Cut: Azura
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Azura's brow furrowed just slightly as Professor Hirsch spoke again and she bit her lip a little as she tried to think of what the correct answer to that question was. Sadly, she didn't think she had one.. and so.. she just started to speak truthfully.. "As long as people don't know." She whispered softly as she looked at the DADA Professor.. "The last thing I want.. is people thinking I want attention or something." Because that wasn't her.. At all. "I.. don't know what time I need if any, studying and playing my music helps me focus on other things then my.." She choked a little, but swallowed back her threatening tears.
"Would.. it be possible to maybe get some sleeping potions? I.. keep having nightmares of Vampires killing my mom and coming after me." She finally admitted to him. "And it's hard to eat." She whispered as well. "That's all I need help with." Mmmm... The pale girl nodded as her dull eyes shimmered with unshed tears, before twisting her hands a little as he spoke of dueling club..
"I... was thinking of sitting out this term? That.. isn't weak is it?" She asked.. sort of admitting what she was afraid of.. That he might think her weak and not strong enough to take it..
She sat down in a chair, looking at the ground as she tried to gather her emotions.. Her limbs were shaking slightly, and her lower lip was clamped firmly between her teeth as she focused on his desk and tried to stop the fountain of tears that threatened to overflow..
She took a deep breath as he spoke next.
"I would rather you teach me about them, avoiding them will only increase my fear of them." She said finally.
He should've known that thinking about what others think would've been a main cause of concern here. It was human nature, after all. Despite this, however, it still kind of threw him back to have her mentioning what other people would think about this situation. "I don't think anyone's going to think you're attention seeking," he said, pushing his glasses further up his nose, "It's a big deal, no matter how lightly you put it." Fact. "But I won't let anyone know, in this case." So she didn't have to worry about it.
Azura's next words were enough to make the man frown. Lack of sleep and lack of a healthy diet? That didn't exactly call for a healthy student. Concern settled in even more as he looked at the young Ravenclaw for a moment before saying, "I think you need to ask the Healer for those. I..... don't have any of that with me and legally, I can't distribute them. But she could give some to you. I doubt you need to tell her your entire story, either." Here's hoping. "Have you been to see her yet?"
Sitting out? Weak? "Oh, Azura, no! No, of course it's not. I'd have been surprised if you wanted to go ahead with Dueling Club after everything." Though, some people did use dueling as a means of distraction, himself included. "Don't worry about being called weak, either."
Hirsch watched her carefully, deciding to say nothing about the fact that she was shaking and only insisted on looking at the ground. Instead, he simply pushed a box of tissues closer towards her end of the table. No, nothing needed to be said.
Teach her? A soft smile spread itself across the man's lips at those words. "Of course. Is it just about vampires and how to defeat them?"
Text Cut: Haddie and Jaemin
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Hadley grinned. It was great when the professors played along. Hirsch and Myers were the two she could always count on to play along and make a joke even more fun. She gave the man a salute. "Yes, sir."
Hadley playfully elbowed Jaemin in the ribs. Gently, but enough to be noticed. "suck up," she whispered out of the corner of her mouth. Hopefully he could tell she was just playing around because she was happy and excited, and that meant she was in a fun and teasing mood. "Penny gave me tip and trick guide to casting one this morning for my birthday!"
Okay, so a really, really happy memory. Like finding out she was a witch and could do magic and would get to go to a school to learn it all. Or all the stories that Natalie used to tell her about how they were secretly fairy princesses sent to live in the human world, in hiding. Yeah, both of those memories filled her with warmth. She was ready. Now all she needed was to learn how to cast it. "Ready whenever you are, Professor."
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So not just a happy memory. The happiest memory. The tippy top of happy stuff. Jaemin gave Haddie a look and very lightly elbowed her back, taking a half a second to stick his tongue out at her before concentrating all of his attention on Hirsch again. They needed a memory that nothing could take away. Not dementors- which he knew of, unfortunately, and they coaxed a shudder from him- nor... lethifolds?
He would have to look that one up. It had to be some sort of funsucker right? Happysucker? Mean thing. It was a mean thing. Yes.
He had already been very sure he didn't like dementors. But the way Hirsch was talking now, he was going to double down on that. NOPE. No dementors ever. Which meant he really had to learn how to cast this spell, because... it was pretty, yes, but it also made them stay away, yes? SAFESPELL.
He had lots of memories that made him feel happy and warm and nice. The most obvious was getting his Hogwarts letter, of course, because it meant that he had a whole new world of possibilities. He'd try that one first. Scrunching his nose, Jaemin nodded his head. "Got it."
Happy memory. Check.
While Hirsch would've liked to ignore the nudging going on, he couldn't. To the man, it was simply too amusing to see, even if there was nothing to the gesture itself. So, he did what any adult would do: sit there and try to hold back a laugh. Nothing to see here.
A moment of silence was given to give the two enough time to think about their happy thoughts. As for the man....... this was both hard and not hard at the same time. See, in theory, he was able to produce a patronus if somebody asked him to but facing a dementor was much different, something that he hoped the two would never learn firsthand. Corporeal forms were harder to produce when your mind was forced to think of anything but happy thoughts.
The easy part? He had his happy memory down and it didn't take a lot of thinking to bring it up. WU exams always liked to test you on your ability to produce a patronus, after all.
When the two said that they were ready, the man smiled widely, the same smile that wouldn't look out of place on a kid in a sweets store. He even bounded up from his seat and took out his own wand at the same time. "Once you have your happy memory, concentrate on it. Let it fill you up like the first cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter's day." Because they shouldn't be drinking coffee. "Make sure it's crystal clear in your head."
Pause.
"In the meantime, we can't practice in here. Let's go to a much better, and bigger, place that's perfect for this kind of spellwork," he said, tilting his head towards the direction of the door.
Text Cut: Blaise
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A seat? He thought they should both take a seat? At such a crucial moment as this where young Blaise felt like he'd gotten a firm enough foothold on the situation--despite the man's now somewhat annoyed look--and that he might actually achieve a favourable outcome? But fine. He would sit, if only to appease the man so he wouldn't suddenly kick him out.
Blaise took the seat offered to him, giving the man his undivided attention through his speech and questioning but the boy's face visible sunk at the mention of quitting and the implied suggestion this was all self torture.
As if he'd stay if he had a choice. "That's the problem, Professor. I can't quit. Mum won't let me. She'll have a fit."
Which brought him to the question of why his mother wouldn't let him quit. "I'm not exactly enthused about magic." A gross understatement but there it was. "The only time I ever have my wand with me is when I have dueling and she's trying to capitalize on that I guess. Thinks if this is the only time I use magic then I have to keep at it and maybe I'll develop an appreciation. Thinks if I get shot at enough times I'll develop a bond with my wand." But all it ever did was cause him to resent it further. If only she'd listen.
"So I was thinking...just maybe...you could send her the occasional report saying I'm still dueling while excusing me?--You can say I place last all the time, I won't mind, honest!" Please???
A seat. He'd taken a seat.
It was a start, at least.
What was it with parents and not listening to their kids? Sure, kids spewed out some weird nonsense from time to time and constantly insisted that they were right but this wasn't in that category at all. This was different and called for an unnecessarily complicated situation.
The man opened his mouth to ask why his mum won't let him quit the club but it turned out that the boy had read his mind beforehand. This was interesting, to say the least. A young, magical boy who wasn't enthused about magic in the first place. Someone who was amongst people who were all dying to use the most complicated spells and flourish their wands about just because they can.
And then you have Blaise Bellaire.
Hm.
Hirsch let out a small sigh and then frowned in thought. "To be honest, I don't understand why she doesn't just let you quit if you obviously don't like it. It's your choice, at the end of the day, not an obligation." Parents. Really. "But your suggestion.... hm. What would she say if I wrote to her advising her that you're not doing well in the club and it's better if you quit? If everything you said came from me instead?"
Text Cut: Rooney
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"I take no responsibility for any hearts that end up broken because of me, Professor." The Ravenclaw grinned, adjusted in the seat he had taken and checked on the badge affixed to his robes. And then to further distract his Professor, he pinched his nose and made a face. "You definitely went for a run, Professor." Hahahaha. He really was a funny guy when he wanted to be. But it was always better when he had someone to bounce off. AND when they appreciated humour. That was always the fun kind. Nothing beat his Char and his Liv, but Roo was coming around to liking this Professor a bit more.
"Duels, Sir. I have two options.." Originally, he had only had one option. But sitting here had given him another idea. "I can either let a girl help me. Or I can quit. Because I'm not very good at it." Not good enough to beat someone who barely even used a wand.
The Ravenclaw's words earned him a chortle from the Defence professor. "I should've known that the most innocent ones are the biggest heartbreakers." This was his favourite game with his students, especially since it helped to lighten the atmosphere rather than keep it constantly stressed and boring. It was probably because of this that Hirsch was able to take the boy's next comment in a light-hearted way, even laughing again at the pinching of the nose. "Hey now, surely it's not that bad."
Ah, duels. Duels and options which left a lot of room for mystery, really. But Rooney's options? Yeah, they had confused him because there was a lot that someone could make out of those. "What do you mean by letting girls help you?"
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The Ravenclaw's words earned him a chortle from the Defence professor. "I should've known that the most innocent ones are the biggest heartbreakers." This was his favourite game with his students, especially since it helped to lighten the atmosphere rather than keep it constantly stressed and boring. It was probably because of this that Hirsch was able to take the boy's next comment in a light-hearted way, even laughing again at the pinching of the nose. "Hey now, surely it's not that bad."
Ah, duels. Duels and options which left a lot of room for mystery, really. But Rooney's options? Yeah, they had confused him because there was a lot that someone could make out of those. "What do you mean by letting girls help you?"
It was nice to have a Professor that just let you say things and didn't chastise you for them. Or maybe Rooney was just in a mood with every other Professor that he couldn't find fault with Hirsch. "It's because no one suspects us, Sir." That was true. He bet that no one he met thought that someone - two people, actually - had called him a bully in the time he'd been back at school. Bully... Psh... That was a different situation, definitely. He let go of his nose when it started to stick -- definitely needed to blow that bugger later -- and grinned. "You'll never know." It was true that a person didn't smell themselves the same way others did.
"Not girls." Merlin forbid that he asked GIRLS to help him. Plural! "A girl. Charlotte Kettleburn." The girl. His girl. Whatever. It was all a big thing, OK Sir? "We're in different groups now that I'm a fourth year so I won't have to face her, so... I thought maybe she could help me. She's helping Blaise Bellaire." And that was a hopeless cause if you asked HIM.
And Rooney got kisses as rewards.
............................ Blaise had better not be on the same reward system.
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He should've known that thinking about what others think would've been a main cause of concern here. It was human nature, after all. Despite this, however, it still kind of threw him back to have her mentioning what other people would think about this situation. "I don't think anyone's going to think you're attention seeking," he said, pushing his glasses further up his nose, "It's a big deal, no matter how lightly you put it." Fact. "But I won't let anyone know, in this case." So she didn't have to worry about it.
Azura's next words were enough to make the man frown. Lack of sleep and lack of a healthy diet? That didn't exactly call for a healthy student. Concern settled in even more as he looked at the young Ravenclaw for a moment before saying, "I think you need to ask the Healer for those. I..... don't have any of that with me and legally, I can't distribute them. But she could give some to you. I doubt you need to tell her your entire story, either." Here's hoping. "Have you been to see her yet?"
Sitting out? Weak? "Oh, Azura, no! No, of course it's not. I'd have been surprised if you wanted to go ahead with Dueling Club after everything." Though, some people did use dueling as a means of distraction, himself included. "Don't worry about being called weak, either."
Hirsch watched her carefully, deciding to say nothing about the fact that she was shaking and only insisted on looking at the ground. Instead, he simply pushed a box of tissues closer towards her end of the table. No, nothing needed to be said.
Teach her? A soft smile spread itself across the man's lips at those words. "Of course. Is it just about vampires and how to defeat them?"
Azura bit her lip and nodded her head as Professor Hirsch spoke, she hoped he was right. She didn't want anything to think she was doing this for attention.. And she was trying to keep it to herself.. So perhaps she was doing the best she could? "Thank you Professor Hirsch." She said softly as he said that he would keep it secret.. keep it safe
She shook her head at his next words. "No, I haven't been to see her yet.. I've heard she's.. not exactly really nice?" That was putting it lightly, but Azura wasn't one to bad mouth anyone. So that was all she said. "I didn't want to bother her, but.. perhaps I might need too." Anymore non sleep.. and who knows what would happen to her.. She couldn't collapse.. she needed to make it through! "I'll go see her as soon as I can." as soon as she could muster up the courage that is!
She let out a sigh of relief at his next words though and finally sunk back into her chair and looked up at him, she had been worried about letting him down, as long as that wasn't the case.. She felt a small bubble of tension release from her shoulders as she looked up at him. Her lower lip quivering slightly at his kind words. "Thank you, I do want to sit out this year.." She said softly as she tried to take a breath and calm down just slightly.. "I'll try not to worry.. It's part of what I do best though." Slight joke.. but it was all she could muster.
"Mmm, I want to learn about them, and how to defeat them." She said as she took a tissue from the box he pushed her way. "I also want to learn how to do the Patronus charm! My boggart will probably take the form of a vampire.." Or her dead mother.. Either way.. she wanted to face it!
On every other occasion, the man would've been more than happy to see the Slytherin. A talk between the two usually included mind games and general poking fun at each other - and yes, we know about the hate of the colour orange - but this was much different.
And, you know, he totally was cool. Look at his face. Cool.
Whatever the situation, the boy's presence didn't stop the wide smile from spreading itself across Hirsch's face. "Dante!" he called out, sitting back in his seat, "And here I was wondering if you'd forgotten about me over the summer." Was it too early to starting joking around? Did he even care?
How had he been? Good question. "I've been doing great, thank you. Quite happy to be back." Surprising? It really was. "How are you? Not letting the laziness settle in too early, I hope?"
As Cool as ever Hirsch even though Dante could tell something was going on. But since he had no idea what was going on he will just play along. Nope Dante had not forgotten he just took his time coming to Hirsch since well mind games where exhausting. Fun but exhausting.
"Like i would ever forget about you. I was just leaving the best till last"
Flattery will get you everywhere.
His laziness had no set in that badly this term. Which was because Dante made an effort to not be that lazy. It was working.
"You know me, just being an overachieving slacker. But i never let it settle too early. Only at the end of the year. That's good. Looking forward to another year of dueling. Also i have a proposition for you"
And no it did not have to do with Dueling. Only research.
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While Hirsch would've liked to ignore the nudging going on, he couldn't. To the man, it was simply too amusing to see, even if there was nothing to the gesture itself. So, he did what any adult would do: sit there and try to hold back a laugh. Nothing to see here.
A moment of silence was given to give the two enough time to think about their happy thoughts. As for the man....... this was both hard and not hard at the same time. See, in theory, he was able to produce a patronus if somebody asked him to but facing a dementor was much different, something that he hoped the two would never learn firsthand. Corporeal forms were harder to produce when your mind was forced to think of anything but happy thoughts.
The easy part? He had his happy memory down and it didn't take a lot of thinking to bring it up. WU exams always liked to test you on your ability to produce a patronus, after all.
When the two said that they were ready, the man smiled widely, the same smile that wouldn't look out of place on a kid in a sweets store. He even bounded up from his seat and took out his own wand at the same time. "Once you have your happy memory, concentrate on it. Let it fill you up like the first cup of hot chocolate on a cold winter's day." Because they shouldn't be drinking coffee. "Make sure it's crystal clear in your head."
Pause.
"In the meantime, we can't practice in here. Let's go to a much better, and bigger, place that's perfect for this kind of spellwork," he said, tilting his head towards the direction of the door.
Hadley was really trying to listen to everything Hirsch was saying. Really she was. It wasn't even like he was boring or talking way too much, or anything. Quite the opposite on both accounts. Hads was just really, really excited.
Really excited.
It took her a moment to realize that yes, they were indeed moving to a new place to practice and that he was holding the door open for them. YAY! With an excited little hop in her step Hadley nodded and made her way out of the office, then stopped and waited for Jaemin and Hirsch to follow. This was happening!!
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