Azura slowly moved into Hirsch's office a rolled up piece of parchment was clutched in her hands as she knocked on his door and then moved back to sit down and wait. The tiny near teen bit her lip as she waited for him to open his door.

Despite feeling like she had proved herself to him.. The contents of her letter and what happened to her might lower his opinion of her. She sighed and bowed her Raven head as she tried to breathe.

She just hope she didn't cry in front of him.

Admitting that he was incapable was one of the many things that Rooney hated to do. Hence why he was going to talk around the situation to one of his Professors in the comfort of a quiet office. He was a role model now... a Prefect... and getting down and dirty in a duelling tournament was not one of the things he valued as important anymore. Sure, Miss Charlotte thought it was cool and she was good at it and he really wanted to impress his girl. Future girl? No.. His girl. Yes, his girl was a thing.

Rooney adjusted his badge before selecting a magazine to flick through from his seat whilst he waited. Waiting..instead of knocking.. Knocking was for those who knew exactly what they had to say, and that for sure wasn't Rooney right now. How did you tell a Professor that their teaching methods hadn't connected with you enough to continue in an extracurricular activity? How did you admit that you just weren't good at one thing that you wanted to be the greatest at?

Lame.

This could not wait a second, not a single second because if he let himself go down to have breakfast on the second day of school, he would come back to find a NEW DUELING LIST POSTED WITH PEOPLE HE DID NOT WANT TO DUEL WITH. To be fair, he didn't want to duel with ANYONE but that wasn't the point--because yes he had a point, one that needed to be made if he was to have even the most remote chance of not completely hating Hogwarts this term.

Was it too early to be visiting Professors? They'd been here for a week waiting, weren't they? Technically they were well rested already...yeah? Eh, this should be fine.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

He saw the sofas and the magazines (that he would not be reading because he did not care for defensive magic and would not be needing it if this meeting went well) but remained by the door. THIS is where he would wait for the man to surface. They needed to have WORDS.

Could this wait until any day other than the first day of classes? Probably, but also, a resounding no. No it couldn't wait. Today was Hadley Denaker's thirteenth birthday, and the last time they had gone to Hirsch for him to show them how to cast a Patronus, it had been Jaemin's birthday.

Hirsch had been too busy then, but that didn't change anything. The man had promised to teach them it this year. They had first gone to him on Jaemin's birthday. And now they were going to him on Hadley's birthday. So that was why it couldn't wait. It was a perfect parallel and Hadley had a soft spot for those.

That was why Haddie was dragging Jaemin by the arm, regardless of whether or not she actually had to. She wasn't going to take no for an answer. After a quick sweep of the Office waiting room to make sure there was no glitter than Jaemin could levitate onto her, Hadley knocked excitedly on the Hirsch's door.

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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Azura slowly moved into Hirsch's office a rolled up piece of parchment was clutched in her hands as she knocked on his door and then moved back to sit down and wait. The tiny near teen bit her lip as she waited for him to open his door.

Despite feeling like she had proved herself to him.. The contents of her letter and what happened to her might lower his opinion of her. She sighed and bowed her Raven head as she tried to breathe.

She just hope she didn't cry in front of him.

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!"

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Admitting that he was incapable was one of the many things that Rooney hated to do. Hence why he was going to talk around the situation to one of his Professors in the comfort of a quiet office. He was a role model now... a Prefect... and getting down and dirty in a duelling tournament was not one of the things he valued as important anymore. Sure, Miss Charlotte thought it was cool and she was good at it and he really wanted to impress his girl. Future girl? No.. His girl. Yes, his girl was a thing.

Rooney adjusted his badge before selecting a magazine to flick through from his seat whilst he waited. Waiting..instead of knocking.. Knocking was for those who knew exactly what they had to say, and that for sure wasn't Rooney right now. How did you tell a Professor that their teaching methods hadn't connected with you enough to continue in an extracurricular activity? How did you admit that you just weren't good at one thing that you wanted to be the greatest at?

Lame.

Luckily for Prefect Bronwyn, Hirsch wasn't in his office in the first place.

Call it fate, destiny or sheer dumb coincidence, but the man had been out for a small jog around the lake earlier on that day. Sure, he hadn't arrived back in time to be in his office by the time his next visitor came a-knocking - or not, technically - but he did trudge up to the first floor to see him still sitting there.

Huh.

Hirsch cast a curious glance over at his door and then at the Ravenclaw reading a magazine. Could he risk sneaking in and then opening the door casually a moment or two later? Simply pretend he'd been there this whole time?

....... Probably not.

Discarding his casual plan, the man made his way towards the Prefect and sat down beside him. "Don't you just hate having to wait so long for your Professor to drop by?" Be careful how you answer this, Mr Bronwyn.

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This could not wait a second, not a single second because if he let himself go down to have breakfast on the second day of school, he would come back to find a NEW DUELING LIST POSTED WITH PEOPLE HE DID NOT WANT TO DUEL WITH. To be fair, he didn't want to duel with ANYONE but that wasn't the point--because yes he had a point, one that needed to be made if he was to have even the most remote chance of not completely hating Hogwarts this term.

Was it too early to be visiting Professors? They'd been here for a week waiting, weren't they? Technically they were well rested already...yeah? Eh, this should be fine.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

He saw the sofas and the magazines (that he would not be reading because he did not care for defensive magic and would not be needing it if this meeting went well) but remained by the door. THIS is where he would wait for the man to surface. They needed to have WORDS.

........... What in the name of?!

Hirsch had been awake. Barely. His eyes were drooping and he was about as attentive as a university student at a 9am lecture after they'd been out partying all night but hey, at least he was awake, right?

In all honesty, he'd almost thought he'd dreamt the knocks but they sounded far too realistic to be part of the subconscious. So, instead, he was now forced to figure out why exactly someone was deciding to disturb him so early on in the day. Didn't they have sleep to be getting? Classes to be worrying about? Food to be eating?

Merlin!

Letting out a small yawn, the man got up and went to open the door himself. It might wake him up and kick his brain into gear if he had to make human interaction so early on-

"...... Mr Bellaire?!"

Yeah, this was definitely a dream.

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Could this wait until any day other than the first day of classes? Probably, but also, a resounding no. No it couldn't wait. Today was Hadley Denaker's thirteenth birthday, and the last time they had gone to Hirsch for him to show them how to cast a Patronus, it had been Jaemin's birthday.

Hirsch had been too busy then, but that didn't change anything. The man had promised to teach them it this year. They had first gone to him on Jaemin's birthday. And now they were going to him on Hadley's birthday. So that was why it couldn't wait. It was a perfect parallel and Hadley had a soft spot for those.

That was why Haddie was dragging Jaemin by the arm, regardless of whether or not she actually had to. She wasn't going to take no for an answer. After a quick sweep of the Office waiting room to make sure there was no glitter than Jaemin could levitate onto her, Hadley knocked excitedly on the Hirsch's door.

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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.

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!"

Okay. So... like... Dora had been hesitant to make TOO nice with the DADA professor. Mostly because he was not her Uncle Sabel, so she was CLEARLY biased. But she was TRYING this year, okay?!

T R Y I N G.

So it was with no little effort that she made her way to her Uncle's former waiting area and smoothed out her robes. Okay, this was it. THE MOMENT OF TRUTH, DEFENSE DUDE! A smirk in place, Dora raised her hand and knocked softly on the door. Yep. This was happening.

Without looking up from the article on using transfiguration to your aid in a duel, Rooney found himself laughing at the comment from the room. The comment that came from a voice he recognised but couldn't place alongside his inner monologue as well as his reading voice. The reading voice in his head that sounded very much like a member of the Royal family. One didn't just read in a normal voice when one was a complete future star. "Almost as much as I hate having to see my Professors outside of class about things."

Oh.

Now that he had spoken...Rooney was able to decipher who the voice belonged to and he was positive that he would throw up in his mouth. One was about to heave breakfast all up on the shoes of this Professor.

And to make it even better... "You're a little shiny, Sir." Face-wise. Did he need a blotting sheet? Powder? A...shower?

Oh look, the man appeared to be as tired as Blaise felt--because YES, he was tired. Tired of having to humiliate himself; tired of having to take his wand with him to the dueling arena; tired of nearly DYING or being otherwise bodily injured. Just plain tired man. The boy gave the Professor a firm nod, confirming that it was him he was seeing standing right in front of him here at his door.

"Good morning Professor. I think we need to have a discussion. Man to man. Just the two of us. My future's at stake and I'd appreciate if you took this into serious consideration, you know?"

The quill and notepad floated at his side, taking in the incredulous look the man wore and the overly exaggerated boldness of the boy as the quill saw it.

"Promise not to take up too much of your time." It might only take a minute if the man would cooperate.

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Okay. So... like... Dora had been hesitant to make TOO nice with the DADA professor. Mostly because he was not her Uncle Sabel, so she was CLEARLY biased. But she was TRYING this year, okay?!

T R Y I N G.

So it was with no little effort that she made her way to her Uncle's former waiting area and smoothed out her robes. Okay, this was it. THE MOMENT OF TRUTH, DEFENSE DUDE! A smirk in place, Dora raised her hand and knocked softly on the door. Yep. This was happening.

In all honesty, Hirsch was a little confused by all of these visits. Did students like their professors that much to want to visit them all the time? Not that the man minded - see also, his secret love for kids - but this was a little concerning given how much he thought they'd hate hanging around with a boring old man who taught them things.

But let it be known that Roderik Hirsch wasn't boring. Or old.

When the knocks resounded in his office, he looked up from the book he was reading and studied the door. His feet, as always, were propped up on the table and he hadn't moved much in the past half an hour either. But the knocks were enough to cause that small movement and, after figuring that he was far too comfortable to move, he decided to keep his movements to that small minimum.

"Come in!"

OOC: HAI Erin! You can post in the office now!

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Without looking up from the article on using transfiguration to your aid in a duel, Rooney found himself laughing at the comment from the room. The comment that came from a voice he recognised but couldn't place alongside his inner monologue as well as his reading voice. The reading voice in his head that sounded very much like a member of the Royal family. One didn't just read in a normal voice when one was a complete future star. "Almost as much as I hate having to see my Professors outside of class about things."

Oh.

Now that he had spoken...Rooney was able to decipher who the voice belonged to and he was positive that he would throw up in his mouth. One was about to heave breakfast all up on the shoes of this Professor.

And to make it even better... "You're a little shiny, Sir." Face-wise. Did he need a blotting sheet? Powder? A...shower?

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.

OOC: Shannerama! You can post in the office now if you want to ^^

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Oh look, the man appeared to be as tired as Blaise felt--because YES, he was tired. Tired of having to humiliate himself; tired of having to take his wand with him to the dueling arena; tired of nearly DYING or being otherwise bodily injured. Just plain tired man. The boy gave the Professor a firm nod, confirming that it was him he was seeing standing right in front of him here at his door.

"Good morning Professor. I think we need to have a discussion. Man to man. Just the two of us. My future's at stake and I'd appreciate if you took this into serious consideration, you know?"

The quill and notepad floated at his side, taking in the incredulous look the man wore and the overly exaggerated boldness of the boy as the quill saw it.

"Promise not to take up too much of your time." It might only take a minute if the man would cooperate.

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."

OOC: Daniiii! You can post in the office nooooow! ^^

Dante had been meaning to visit him and Draper ever since the first day after the feast. So lucky Hirsch because he got Dante to visit first. Dante walked up to the door and knocked on it. Then he took his favorite orange seat and sat down. He still could not believe the man like the colors orange and teal. They were horrible. Oh well he already told the man his feelings on that last year.

He was here to talk about Dueling and other things.

Since where is the fun in just talking about school related things.

Lucky Hirsch, indeed.

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.

OOC: ERIK GIFMASTER SWANSON! You can post in the office noooow!

After leaving Paul's... space, Jaemin had immediately hightailed it back into the castle, through the entrance hall, up the stairs, and straight to Hirsch's door. The small boy was still carrying his shoe, and once again he used it to knock on the door.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

This was taking soooooooo loooooong. SO LONG. He had to GO.

"PROFESSOR. I HAVE A QUESTION."

A very urgent question. HURRY. Come ON, Hirsch.

Bentley could not think of anything more annoying than how the girls at Hogwarts oogled at professor Hirsch. It was truly nauseating. What was so special about the man anyways, with his perfect stupid hair and perfect teeth and face hair? He just didn't get it and probably never would.

It therefore gave him reason and ammunition enough to work with Blaise in getting the flyers done. The only reasonable explanation was that the man and the other professors had been spiking their food source..altering the behaviour of the students, especially the girls. It was therefore up to them to save the school's student population.

So, the third hair charmed the poster stuck to the professor's door and moved on to the next one.

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After leaving Paul's... space, Jaemin had immediately hightailed it back into the castle, through the entrance hall, up the stairs, and straight to Hirsch's door. The small boy was still carrying his shoe, and once again he used it to knock on the door.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

This was taking soooooooo loooooong. SO LONG. He had to GO.

"PROFESSOR. I HAVE A QUESTION."

A very urgent question. HURRY. Come ON, Hirsch.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

What in the name of?!

Hirsch had been happily browsing through his bookshelf to find the perfect reference book when, all of a sudden, a thunderous knock was heard. One that definitely didn't sound like it belonged to a person who just wanted to calmly chat over a cup of coffee. No, this was different.

And they had a question, too. Important, was it? Probably.

Since he was already up, the man made his way towards the door and flung it open to see exactly who-

...............

"Jaemin?!"

Again, what in the name of?!

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Bentley could not think of anything more annoying than how the girls at Hogwarts oogled at professor Hirsch. It was truly nauseating. What was so special about the man anyways, with his perfect stupid hair and perfect teeth and face hair? He just didn't get it and probably never would.

It therefore gave him reason and ammunition enough to work with Blaise in getting the flyers done. The only reasonable explanation was that the man and the other professors had been spiking their food source..altering the behaviour of the students, especially the girls. It was therefore up to them to save the school's student population.

So, the third hair charmed the poster stuck to the professor's door and moved on to the next one.

Luckily for the third year, the man hadn't been in his office at the time of the incident. His office was locked during these times when he was away but the door was still able to be knocked on by visitors. Again, luckily for the third year.

So, the man strode casually towards his door again, only to quicken his pace when he caught a glimpse of the piece of parchment on the door. He only really stopped at the front of his door to get a good read of the poster up there.

................

..............................

What in the name of?!

Was this a joke?! Because it had to be. No one in their right mind could think that the professors were up to something. Not when they were here to teach something. And certainly not Paul, who seemed more likely to start his own poncho army than anything else. Unless that was what they were afraid of?

Sighing, the man reached up to pull it do- ........ Er. Pull? Tug? Claw at the edges? No, nothing was working. A few scratches were made on the door but aside from that, the piece of parchment stayed intact and well in place on the door.

Great. Now he had permanent warning on his door saying that he could just poison whoever decided to come in for a cup of coffee.

Thanks, kids.

THANK. MERLIN. Hirsch had FINALLY come to his door. Jaemin had been standing there for a whole minute. Maybe TWO. Which was two minutes more than he had to be standing in places. He really had to go. GO, HIRSCH.

The small Slytherin looked up at the man, shoe still held up as if he had been about to hit the door with it again. His dirty-socked toes on his not-shoed foot were tapping almost frantically, and the small boy's wide, dilated eyes went from Hirsch's face to his arms. His big strong man arms, which were the opposite of Jaemin's skinny little twelve year old twig ones.

"Professor, why do girls like your tattoos so much? Do all girls like tattoos? Where do you get them? How long does it take to get a tattoo? Does it hurt a lot? Can you do it with magic?" He was talking very quickly, words running into each other haphazardly as his eyes went from Hirsch's arms to Hirsch's face, then back again repeatedly as he spoke. He held up one skinny wrist, shoe still gripped in his fingers, and pointed at the inner portion of his arm. "D'you think I could get one right there? Like a rose or something? Roses are really pretty."

He liked roses. He also liked answers. QUICK ANSWERS. COME ON HIRSCH.

Hirsch had a lot of questions. About the hurry, about the knocking, about the fact that he had a shoe in his hands - seriously, what was that about? - no matter how many questions he had, it didn't par up with the number of questions Jaemin seemed to have.

Er.

The man was taken aback and didn't really know what to say. He kind of just stood there, blinking at the boy and occasionally running a hand through his hair as the kid spoke. Was this what all of this had been about? Some tattoos? And about Jaemin wanting some of his own?! To that last point, Hirsch was going to have to say no. He may not be biologically related to the Slytherin in any way but no.

Okay. Questions. "First of all, take it easy, okay? Take a deep breath." Because he looked like he was one or two questions away from being out of air. "Tattoos...... are like art. Some people appreciate them and some don't. It really depends on the girl you're talking about." At this point, he sort of just looked at the boy, wondering if there was a girl behind all of this that he was trying to impress. "They hurt but that depends on where you get them. Some areas, like your forearm, won't hurt a lot but other areas, like your elbow or your ribs will hurt a lot."

Pause.

"You want to get a tattoo? Why?! You're not trying to impress someone, are you?"

He had no time to take it easy, Hirsch. NO TIME. He had things to DO. The answers the man was giving were just not what Jaemin wanted to hear. What if he got a tattoo and... and... WHAT IF HE GOT ONE AND IT WAS NOT APPRECIATED. Were all girls not like Marion Burbage?! WHY WERE THEY NOT ALL LIKE MARION BURBAGE?! He looked pointedly at his wrist, fingers giving a slight twitch as he pulled the arm back. He could deal with pain if necessary... he wasn't getting one on his RIBS, because then it would be hidden and what was the point of it being hidden?! It had to be out there for EVERYONE to see!

Why was Hirsch asking him questions?! He hadn't told him where he could go to get one, and Jaemin was assuming he couldn't get one in the school, because... well, it was school. And it was likely that there weren't any places in Hogsmeade that he could make a stop at quickly. Which meant that a tattoo right now was out of the question. Which SUCKED. IT WAS SUCH A GOOD IDEA. He stared up at Hirsch for a good long moment, knuckles white as his fingers clenched around the shoe still in his hand, before his head suddenly turned to one side and he stared down the hall as if he had just been called.

Without another word, he bolted. GOTTA GO.

Jaemin....SONG. WHY WERE YOU RUNNING. DID YOU KNOW THAT PAUL MYERS WAS AN OLDER FELLOW AND NOT ABLE TO RUN AS QUICKLY. OR AS LONG OF DISTANCES.

He huffed and puffed his way up the stairs, taking a slight break but continuing on once he realized the boy was STILL. BLOODY. RUNNING.

Paul followed the boy right into Hirsch's seating area, and he was bent over, clutching his knees, panting too hard to be able to ask Jaemin anything. But when he finally could, "Ja-JAEM-MIN-----"

THE BOY WAS OFF AGAIN.

OWHJFERHIFGHERIGHERGHU

Paul SIGHED DRAMATICALLY. "M'BOY WHAT IN MERLIN'S NAME--" he glanced at Roderik. "Come on---we have to follow him--he seems driven by MADNESS--" and he began to run......ish, after him.

All hopes of getting his questions answered and figuring out what all of this was about vanished as soon as Jaemin himself vanished.

What in the name of?!

Hirsch stood there, a confused expression on his face when the appearance of someone else only made him even more confused. "Paul?!" One who looked like he'd been off running a marathon rather than simply running after a twelve year old boy. "He came to see you too?!" About....... tattoos?! Something didn't add up in that equation. Paul didn't....... did he?! Was he a secret rebel who was hiding some tats under his ponchos?

But that wasn't the main concern. Making a mental note to ask him later, the man turned on his heel and bolted after the second year. This had better be important.

Hadley's next target was the one, the only, Professor Hirsch. His office waiting room could use some sprucing up. Unlike with Professor Ichihara, Hadley choose Hirsch because she had a feeling he wouldn't be mad, and would actually get a kick out of it.

She was still gonna be sneaky though. This time more for the surprise than anything.

She began by tracing out mountains across one wall, large enough to fill the wall. "Figura Mountains!" Next came grassy hills much closer. "Figura hills!" And then the distant castle. "Figura Castle!" The grassy hills were, "Colovaria!" made green. The mountains were made brown. "Colovaria!" And the castle stone grey. "Colovaria!" There, a nice setting ready for her mural.

Hadley started with a dragon. A large fire breathing beast that like the squid and whale in Ichihara's waiting room, was made about a fourth the size of the wall. "Figura dragon!" Hads carefully filled in the dragon so that its belly was golden and the rest of it was red. In her head, she named the dragon Draper. "Colovaria! Colovaria!" Once the dragon was properly colored in, it's large wings stretched out menacingly, Hadley moved on.

Next came the valiant Knight. Hads traced him out as best she could, not wanting him to be a mere stick figure. "Figura knight!" Sir Knight to be exact. Though he was much smaller than the dragon, a mere sixteenth the size of the wall, he was brave and ready to take on the dragon. Oh, Hirsch is gonna get a kick out of this! "Colovaria!" The knight's suit of armor and shield were now a sparkling silver color. And lastly, Hadley traced out a fairy, much smaller than the knight. "Figura fairy!" She was merely a tiny stick figure with bumblebee looking wings. "Colovaria!" The fairy was turned a very, very bright pale yellow. So pale it looked almost white, but the yellow tint caught the light just enough it made it look like the fairy was glowing.

She was done. Now it was time to animate. "Animatae!" The dragon roared silently to life. "Animatae!" And there went the brave knight, charging into face the dragon. He blocked a torrent of flames with his shield and then jabbed his sword at the dragon's gut. "Animatae!" Lastly the fairy. She rushed in like a ball of light, tugging on the dragon's ear, or wing or poking it in the eye, helping the knight by distracting the dragon. All the while the dragon snapped at the fairy, missed then tried to bite the knight, or barbecue him, or slash him with its claws. The knight blocked all these with his shield and jabbed and slashed the dragon with his sword whenever there was an opening.

Perfect.

Hadley took a few photos of this mural too, and then crept over to the Hirsch's office door. Knock. Knock. Knock. With that, Hadley spun and fled the scene.

Mason tugged at the end of her ponytail, scowling at the hairs. When had her hair become this dark? It was blonde like yesterday. She had been fair-haired her entire childhood, just like her mum, but now it seemed that her beautifully golden locks were taking more to her father's coloring. . . unfortunately. So, with an annoyed huff, she flicked the hair back over her shoulder.

She was here on a mission, a mission that required not only that she looked utterly professional, but serious and older as well. Not that her sheer Hobbit-like legs would help with the latter, though -__- Anyywaaaayyyyyy. . . Mason needed Hawt-Hirsh to see that she was absolutely serious about this, she had to convince him that this was her dream, because it was. She wanted to get a head-start, be the best candidate for when the time came. If she couldn't become one, then she's have to go with the second thing, which was super horrible cause even someone as gorgeous as herself couldn't rock the whole 'no-nose' look. . . #justbeingoverdramatic

Mason lifted a hand to the office-door and rapped her knuckles against it. She smoothed out her robes and mustered all the courage she could, this was her future after all. Game-face on.

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Hadley's next target was the one, the only, Professor Hirsch. His office waiting room could use some sprucing up. Unlike with Professor Ichihara, Hadley choose Hirsch because she had a feeling he wouldn't be mad, and would actually get a kick out of it.

She was still gonna be sneaky though. This time more for the surprise than anything.

She began by tracing out mountains across one wall, large enough to fill the wall. "Figura Mountains!" Next came grassy hills much closer. "Figura hills!" And then the distant castle. "Figura Castle!" The grassy hills were, "Colovaria!" made green. The mountains were made brown. "Colovaria!" And the castle stone grey. "Colovaria!" There, a nice setting ready for her mural.

Hadley started with a dragon. A large fire breathing beast that like the squid and whale in Ichihara's waiting room, was made about a fourth the size of the wall. "Figura dragon!" Hads carefully filled in the dragon so that its belly was golden and the rest of it was red. In her head, she named the dragon Draper. "Colovaria! Colovaria!" Once the dragon was properly colored in, it's large wings stretched out menacingly, Hadley moved on.

Next came the valiant Knight. Hads traced him out as best she could, not wanting him to be a mere stick figure. "Figura knight!" Sir Knight to be exact. Though he was much smaller than the dragon, a mere sixteenth the size of the wall, he was brave and ready to take on the dragon. Oh, Hirsch is gonna get a kick out of this! "Colovaria!" The knight's suit of armor and shield were now a sparkling silver color. And lastly, Hadley traced out a fairy, much smaller than the knight. "Figura fairy!" She was merely a tiny stick figure with bumblebee looking wings. "Colovaria!" The fairy was turned a very, very bright pale yellow. So pale it looked almost white, but the yellow tint caught the light just enough it made it look like the fairy was glowing.

She was done. Now it was time to animate. "Animatae!" The dragon roared silently to life. "Animatae!" And there went the brave knight, charging into face the dragon. He blocked a torrent of flames with his shield and then jabbed his sword at the dragon's gut. "Animatae!" Lastly the fairy. She rushed in like a ball of light, tugging on the dragon's ear, or wing or poking it in the eye, helping the knight by distracting the dragon. All the while the dragon snapped at the fairy, missed then tried to bite the knight, or barbecue him, or slash him with its claws. The knight blocked all these with his shield and jabbed and slashed the dragon with his sword whenever there was an opening.

Perfect.

Hadley took a few photos of this mural too, and then crept over to the Hirsch's office door. Knock. Knock. Knock. With that, Hadley spun and fled the scene.

It was probably lucky for the second year that the man had been in his office but had remained blissfully unaware of the shenanigans going on just outside of his office. In fact, he was simply reading and off in his own little world. Nothing could disturb him here, right?

Wrong.

At the sound of the knocking, the man glanced up at the door before saying a short, "Come in!" His eyes found his book again and he flicked over a page. Maybe he could just sit there reading and pretending that he was too busy to answer any questions right now. Of course, that depended on who it was and what questions they had but maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't be a long meeting of sorts.

Or maybe the person would want to come in, hm?

Eyes landed on the door once more and, after a few moments, he stood up to go and see who it-

No one. No one? None.

Kids. Probably someone's idea of a good prank: running up to a professor's office and knocking on the door before running away. Not the best pranks in the world but it had done its job hadn't it? It had gotten him to come out of his of-

What in the name of?!

It was at that moment that Hirsch's eyes caught onto....... something. Taking a few steps away from his office and turning his head a little, his eyes landed on, well, a painting. There were no ornate frames here but just like the other paintings you could find in the castle, it was moving and depicting a scene in which someone was slaying a dragon. Someone who, unless he was mistaken, looked remarkably like himself.

Hirsch paused.

And then laughed. A proper laugh where he'd thrown his head back and all. While this would seem like graffiti to most and was just a general scene, it was much more than that to the man. He knew why there was a knight there and he knew who could've been behind this. After all, no one else called him Sir Knight, did they?

As for the mural, that could stay there.

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Mason tugged at the end of her ponytail, scowling at the hairs. When had her hair become this dark? It was blonde like yesterday. She had been fair-haired her entire childhood, just like her mum, but now it seemed that her beautifully golden locks were taking more to her father's coloring. . . unfortunately. So, with an annoyed huff, she flicked the hair back over her shoulder.

She was here on a mission, a mission that required not only that she looked utterly professional, but serious and older as well. Not that her sheer Hobbit-like legs would help with the latter, though -__- Anyywaaaayyyyyy. . . Mason needed Hawt-Hirsh to see that she was absolutely serious about this, she had to convince him that this was her dream, because it was. She wanted to get a head-start, be the best candidate for when the time came. If she couldn't become one, then she's have to go with the second thing, which was super horrible cause even someone as gorgeous as herself couldn't rock the whole 'no-nose' look. . . #justbeingoverdramatic

Mason lifted a hand to the office-door and rapped her knuckles against it. She smoothed out her robes and mustered all the courage she could, this was her future after all. Game-face on.

Hawt Hirsch was, in fact, in his office. Lucky for some, eh? He was ditting with his feet up on the table and his legs crossed at his ankles when the knock came. Thankfully, too, because if he had to read any more of those student's made up waffle about a dark creature, he might need to go for a long walk.

Just saying.

But, the Knicks. The knocks meant a distraction, something the man was all too happy with right about now. So, placing the essay down on the desk with a small OOMPH, Hirsch lifted his glasses and rubbed his eyes instead. "Come in!" Please let this be much better than the reading he had to do.


OOC: HAI lovely! Sorry to keep you waiting for so long! You can post in the office now ^^

Vivian wasn't even going to let go of any opportunity to pay a visit to Professor Hirsch's office. Of course, she'd been here before. Not inside, but you know... just passing by to see if she was lucky enough to bump into him coming out of his office, like it was destiny and such. Which never really happened. But now, she was going inside!

The Slytherin had literally, like any normal day, skipped from the Dungeons to his office. This time, though, she made sure to reach her destination in less than ten minutes to make sure that she was the ONLY ONE sitting in the seating area. Can't have a Professor divide his time between two students, right? Because Vivian didn't like that. She wanted Hirsch all to herself to be the only one because she felt like this was a very important visit! And her purpose: to bring her not-anymore-animated toy dog to life again. Yeah, the one for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class? It had stopped moving and Vivi's pet kneazle had no company anymore. SEE? Sad, right? Which is why this was an important visit! The first year wiggled in place before knocking on the door. KNOCK KNOCK.

Now show us your pretty face, Professor.