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If you happen to try one of the doors near the end of the sixth floor corridor, you might just find yourself in a handsome (if not dusty and aged) office of a large size. The faint smell of crystallized pineapple seems to linger in the air of the room, which contains numerous side doors and nooks and crannies... all of which remain firmly locked.
Although the room is devoid of any office-like furniture, or any furniture at all, there is still an impressive, but faded, rug before the large fireplace and long mirror hanging over that to boot. The spare office is still a cool place to hang out, practice some wandwork, or do some light reading. Just don't linger too long; the office's famous owner was only fond of certain guests... and only as long as they didn't ask prying questions.
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Of course nothing beat having his own office. It was outside, kept at the perfect temperature, and the set up was just to his liking. But there were downsides to it as well. Well, there was one downside for sure... Everyone knew where it was. Which is exactly why James had taken a liking to this place.
So yes, every time he popped in he had to drag furniture over. And yes, it was all the way up on the sixth floor. BUT the beauty really was that he could make this place his office whenever he wanted and no one would know. Just cloooooosing the door ever-so-gently and tip-toeing all the way over to the chair he had brought..... Kicking his feet up on the small impromptu table....
And cracking open his book....
See no one would know to come bother him up here. Office Hours have been postponed.
Professor seeking quiet refuge.
Home sweet spare office thread.
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Of course nothing beat having his own office. It was outside, kept at the perfect temperature, and the set up was just to his liking. But there were downsides to it as well. Well, there was one downside for sure... Everyone knew where it was. Which is exactly why James had taken a liking to this place.
So yes, every time he popped in he had to drag furniture over. And yes, it was all the way up on the sixth floor. BUT the beauty really was that he could make this place his office whenever he wanted and no one would know. Just cloooooosing the door ever-so-gently and tip-toeing all the way over to the chair he had brought..... Kicking his feet up on the small impromptu table....
And cracking open his book....
See no one would know to come bother him up here. Office Hours have been postponed.
Professor seeking quiet refuge.
Home sweet spare office thread.
She needed space. Hadley was still dealing with things left over from her summer, and it was hard to deal with them surrounded by people. So, she was always looking for places to escape where she could be alone for a bit.
Outside, outside was where Hads preferred to be. But it was too open and too many people keep finding her. And the castle has a lot of nooks and crannies that no one really goes into...like this empty office. Right here.
It's perfect. Grinning, Hadley Denaker made her way to the door, pet ferret Asher on her shoulder as always. This was perfect. No one would bother her here. Humming softly to herself, Haddie threw open the door, letting it slam shut behind her and...
"What are you doing here!?" Why universe? Why him? He had an office. Letting out an annoyed little ugh!, Hadley spun on her heels. She wasn't waiting around for an answer, nor was she gonna stay in here with Drapes. No way.
She tugged on the door.
...
Why wasn't the door opening? She tugged harder, but the thing wouldn't budge. "Great, the door's jammed!"
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SPOILER!!: lol this is their worst nightmare
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Originally Posted by Callie
She needed space. Hadley was still dealing with things left over from her summer, and it was hard to deal with them surrounded by people. So, she was always looking for places to escape where she could be alone for a bit.
Outside, outside was where Hads preferred to be. But it was too open and too many people keep finding her. And the castle has a lot of nooks and crannies that no one really goes into...like this empty office. Right here.
It's perfect. Grinning, Hadley Denaker made her way to the door, pet ferret Asher on her shoulder as always. This was perfect. No one would bother her here. Humming softly to herself, Haddie threw open the door, letting it slam shut behind her and...
"What are you doing here!?" Why universe? Why him? He had an office. Letting out an annoyed little ugh!, Hadley spun on her heels. She wasn't waiting around for an answer, nor was she gonna stay in here with Drapes. No way.
She tugged on the door.
...
Why wasn't the door opening? She tugged harder, but the thing wouldn't budge. "Great, the door's jammed!"
And he spoke too soon. Of course.
Normally his time spent in this spare room went by rather painlessly. Aside from the one or two house elves that would occasionally pop in to clean... No one really came by. James had always figured it was uncharted territory for most of the students, which is precisely why it was his choice of refuge. Except he was wrong, though he would never admit it, students did know about this place, obviously.
Because his quiet was soon interrupted.
James didn't even have to look up from his book to tell who this particular intruder was. He could tell by the ungrateful tone in her voice. Whiny, hateful, so-incredibly-Ravenclaw. It was Hadley Denaker. Wonderful.
"I could ask you the same thing," still he didn't look up from the page as he hadn't finished reading it yet.
Why universe? Why her?
Ah, leaving so soon? Thank Merlin. #Blessed. Never mind universe, you keep doing-- What? .... JAMMED? Maybe if she hadn't SLAMMED the thing. "Give it a hard tug, this castle isn't as fragile as people think," yeah, James wasn't worried yet. He was still reading. And not exactly helping. But it wasn't a big deal. Some doors were just harder to open than others.
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Normally his time spent in this spare room went by rather painlessly. Aside from the one or two house elves that would occasionally pop in to clean... No one really came by. James had always figured it was uncharted territory for most of the students, which is precisely why it was his choice of refuge. Except he was wrong, though he would never admit it, students did know about this place, obviously.
Because his quiet was soon interrupted.
James didn't even have to look up from his book to tell who this particular intruder was. He could tell by the ungrateful tone in her voice. Whiny, hateful, so-incredibly-Ravenclaw. It was Hadley Denaker. Wonderful.
"I could ask you the same thing," still he didn't look up from the page as he hadn't finished reading it yet.
Why universe? Why her?
Ah, leaving so soon? Thank Merlin. #Blessed. Never mind universe, you keep doing-- What? .... JAMMED? Maybe if she hadn't SLAMMED the thing. "Give it a hard tug, this castle isn't as fragile as people think," yeah, James wasn't worried yet. He was still reading. And not exactly helping. But it wasn't a big deal. Some doors were just harder to open than others.
Really? REALLY? Just give it a hard tug? Did he really think she hadn't? Hadley narrowed her eyes at the man, really, man was too nice for him, pursed her lips and hrrmph'ed.
Fine, he wanted it tugged hard, she would tug it hard. It wouldn't work, because, she actually might know what she was talking about when she said it was jammed. Hadley grabbed on with both hands and tugged as hard as her thirteen year old strength would allow. Nada. Just like she thought. Not that he would believe her.
It was time to show him! Hadley put a foot against the stone wall and used the combined strength of her leg and arms to tug. And then...she was tumbling backwards with the handle still in her hands. "Ow!" She landed painfully on her hip and looked up at the still closed door. Then at the handle in her hand. Back at the door. "Genius!" She tossed the handle against the floor. It skittered away. "Just tug it harder. It's not fragile!"I'm a giant idiot! That was him. That was exactly what he sounded like. "Any more bright ideas, Professor Dance-A-Lot?"
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SPOILER!!: maybe they'll work things out... or maybe they'll set the school on fire. opportunity is endless
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Originally Posted by Callie
Really? REALLY? Just give it a hard tug? Did he really think she hadn't? Hadley narrowed her eyes at the man, really, man was too nice for him, pursed her lips and hrrmph'ed.
Fine, he wanted it tugged hard, she would tug it hard. It wouldn't work, because, she actually might know what she was talking about when she said it was jammed. Hadley grabbed on with both hands and tugged as hard as her thirteen year old strength would allow. Nada. Just like she thought. Not that he would believe her.
It was time to show him! Hadley put a foot against the stone wall and used the combined strength of her leg and arms to tug. And then...she was tumbling backwards with the handle still in her hands. "Ow!" She landed painfully on her hip and looked up at the still closed door. Then at the handle in her hand. Back at the door. "Genius!" She tossed the handle against the floor. It skittered away. "Just tug it harder. It's not fragile!"I'm a giant idiot! That was him. That was exactly what he sounded like. "Any more bright ideas, Professor Dance-A-Lot?"
............. Alright, he was starting to get a little worried.
Not because he thought they wouldn't be able to get out, but because he didn't want to have to deal with this child any longer than he was required to during lessons. She was already pushing him with the hour a day schedule.
Finally, James looked up from his book to watch her struggle with the door. He would've laughed at the failed attempts, but... She managed to sour his mood. Surprise. "Careful, Denaker," he watched her. "You're already on thin ice, considering the welcome feast." Did she not remember? Did she need a refresher on the proper way to behave in front of a Professor? Because he could give her one, y'know, considering the fact that they were stuck here now.
And he was still sat on his chair, by the way. Wasn't going to help until she did away with the attitude.
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SPOILER!!: Tune in next week to find out! Same Drapes channel, same Drapes time
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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack
............. Alright, he was starting to get a little worried.
Not because he thought they wouldn't be able to get out, but because he didn't want to have to deal with this child any longer than he was required to during lessons. She was already pushing him with the hour a day schedule.
Finally, James looked up from his book to watch her struggle with the door. He would've laughed at the failed attempts, but... She managed to sour his mood. Surprise. "Careful, Denaker," he watched her. "You're already on thin ice, considering the welcome feast." Did she not remember? Did she need a refresher on the proper way to behave in front of a Professor? Because he could give her one, y'know, considering the fact that they were stuck here now.
And he was still sat on his chair, by the way. Wasn't going to help until she did away with the attitude.
"What?" Hadley asked, shooting Draper a questioning look as she stood up. "My being out of uniform? Already talked that through with Mr. Kitridge." She dusted off her robes and sighed. Besides, she'd rather fall through a frozen lake rather than be stuck here like this. With him.
And if he meant the whole giving him a ballet audition sign-up, well that was just her trying to nurture his obvious love of dance. Hadley had to turn away from the man to hide the smirk that wanted to spread across her lips. There had to be a way to get the door open, and she had to be the one to find it, because Drapes was proving just how useless he was. Why the school hired him over the multitudes of competent choices she imagined tried out for the job, Hadley Denaker didn't know. But they did. And she was stuck in here with him...
" Do you love me? I can really move. Do you love me? I'm in the groove. Now, do you love me? " She sang softly to herself. This was one of the rare times she didn't have her enchanted iPod with her, and the girl wanted music while investigated the door for a way to get it open. By herself. " Do you love me? Now that I can dance. "
The heavy wooden door wasn't budging, so there was only one thing to do. Hadley stepped back, still singing softly to herself. "I can mash potato. I can do the twist. Now tell me baby, do you like it like this? Tell me. Do you love me? Now that I can dance. BOMBARDA!"
Nothing happened of course. She still hadn't quite got the hang of that spell. "You could help Drape-y boy." Yes, she needed to point that out. Obviously. She was a second year witch and he was an adult ballet wizard...so, while she'd more or less used up her tricks, he probably had some he could do.
And while she waited, she was just gonna sit as far from him as possible and entertain herself by singing. Dancing songs.
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SPOILER!!: can you catch the 'friends' reference?
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Originally Posted by Callie
"What?" Hadley asked, shooting Draper a questioning look as she stood up. "My being out of uniform? Already talked that through with Mr. Kitridge." She dusted off her robes and sighed. Besides, she'd rather fall through a frozen lake rather than be stuck here like this. With him.
And if he meant the whole giving him a ballet audition sign-up, well that was just her trying to nurture his obvious love of dance. Hadley had to turn away from the man to hide the smirk that wanted to spread across her lips. There had to be a way to get the door open, and she had to be the one to find it, because Drapes was proving just how useless he was. Why the school hired him over the multitudes of competent choices she imagined tried out for the job, Hadley Denaker didn't know. But they did. And she was stuck in here with him...
" Do you love me? I can really move. Do you love me? I'm in the groove. Now, do you love me? " She sang softly to herself. This was one of the rare times she didn't have her enchanted iPod with her, and the girl wanted music while investigated the door for a way to get it open. By herself. " Do you love me? Now that I can dance. "
The heavy wooden door wasn't budging, so there was only one thing to do. Hadley stepped back, still singing softly to herself. "I can mash potato. I can do the twist. Now tell me baby, do you like it like this? Tell me. Do you love me? Now that I can dance. BOMBARDA!"
Nothing happened of course. She still hadn't quite got the hang of that spell. "You could help Drape-y boy." Yes, she needed to point that out. Obviously. She was a second year witch and he was an adult ballet wizard...so, while she'd more or less used up her tricks, he probably had some he could do.
And while she waited, she was just gonna sit as far from him as possible and entertain herself by singing. Dancing songs.
No, he couldn't care less about her uniform or lack thereof. Actually, he didn't care about that at all. He didn't even care about the ballet flyer. Yes, it bothered him but he wouldn't be willing to admit it. "No, but you're getting warmer." Ish. She was still off. It had nothing to do with the uniform and surely she knew that. She was Ravenclaw, that meant she had to be bright.
The most frustrating part was her blatant disregard for respect. There was a fine line between teasing a Professor and being straight up rude. Hady Denaker had crossed the line. She was so far past the line, for that matter, that the line didn't even look like a line anymore. She couldn't even see the line anymore. The line was a dot to her. That's how far she had crossed over it.
He only looked up again when she spoke to him once more. NOPE. Finally he set his book down on the table, pushing it to the side. That was it. She had really crossed the line.
"I'm your Professor, Denaker." This wasn't fun and games anymore, by the way. "I can skip warnings and deducting points," points were child's play. "And go straight to assigning detentions." Hady always started at strike two to begin with, but clearly he had let this go on for far too long. 'Drapey boy' was where he ended this.
Get it? Got it? Good.
Though he didn't like her anymore than she liked him, he would respect her as a student so long as she kept up the part of respecting him as a Professor. And if not, he liked assigning detentions. Also this door situation could wait. If needed, he could always send a patronus to phone a friend.
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No, he couldn't care less about her uniform or lack thereof. Actually, he didn't care about that at all. He didn't even care about the ballet flyer. Yes, it bothered him but he wouldn't be willing to admit it. "No, but you're getting warmer." Ish. She was still off. It had nothing to do with the uniform and surely she knew that. She was Ravenclaw, that meant she had to be bright.
The most frustrating part was her blatant disregard for respect. There was a fine line between teasing a Professor and being straight up rude. Hady Denaker had crossed the line. She was so far past the line, for that matter, that the line didn't even look like a line anymore. She couldn't even see the line anymore. The line was a dot to her. That's how far she had crossed over it.
He only looked up again when she spoke to him once more. NOPE. Finally he set his book down on the table, pushing it to the side. That was it. She had really crossed the line.
"I'm your Professor, Denaker." This wasn't fun and games anymore, by the way. "I can skip warnings and deducting points," points were child's play. "And go straight to assigning detentions." Hady always started at strike two to begin with, but clearly he had let this go on for far too long. 'Drapey boy' was where he ended this.
Get it? Got it? Good.
Though he didn't like her anymore than she liked him, he would respect her as a student so long as she kept up the part of respecting him as a Professor. And if not, he liked assigning detentions. Also this door situation could wait. If needed, he could always send a patronus to phone a friend.
Hadley might be dense most of the time, but she could tell when she crossed the line. After she crossed it. She was gifted like that. Or maybe it was the warning Drapes gave. And at that very moment, the warning bells were going off in her head telling her to tread lightly. The ice had gotten dangerously thin. The rest of her brain was telling her to ignore the warnings because it was Drapes.
She was in a conundrum.
"Whatever,", she muttered under her breath. If Drapes had been watching, he would have caught that defiant streak in her building up, itching for the fight, only to deflate a second later, and be replaced by something like exhaustion. Hadley Denaker had lost her fight. Sort of.
"Well, Professor?" Footloose. "How about you get us out of here?" She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as if preparing for the most degrading task imaginable. "Please." Because Merlin knew neither of them wanted to stuck in here longer than necessary. Drapes might try and start a conga line, and no one wanted that.
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SPOILER!!: *wipes brow* phew, that was a close one
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Originally Posted by Callie
Hadley might be dense most of the time, but she could tell when she crossed the line. After she crossed it. She was gifted like that. Or maybe it was the warning Drapes gave. And at that very moment, the warning bells were going off in her head telling her to tread lightly. The ice had gotten dangerously thin. The rest of her brain was telling her to ignore the warnings because it was Drapes.
She was in a conundrum.
"Whatever,", she muttered under her breath. If Drapes had been watching, he would have caught that defiant streak in her building up, itching for the fight, only to deflate a second later, and be replaced by something like exhaustion. Hadley Denaker had lost her fight. Sort of.
"Well, Professor?" Footloose. "How about you get us out of here?" She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as if preparing for the most degrading task imaginable. "Please." Because Merlin knew neither of them wanted to stuck in here longer than necessary. Drapes might try and start a conga line, and no one wanted that.
He won?
Of course. A feeling he was used to. He had been waiting to pull the detention warnings out for this one. Though he was rather disappointed that she didn't take it. If anyone gave her a detention and it was James, he'd be quite disappointed. He wanted to be the one who taught her a thing or two about respect. But fortunately for the two of them, she was safe for now. A close call, really. "Good."
And because he was feeling rather generous, he'd let her small bout of protest escape. The muttering was therefore ignored, as he waited for what she had to say next. Quaffle was in her court.
He waited for a moment to see if she'd-- Was that a 'please'? Someone hold the phone, this was historic. So much so that a small smirk made it's way onto James's lips as he stood up from his chair and walked over to the door. "Only because you asked so politely," ah, how great it was to be king. So let's see here. Door jammed, yeah? He wiggled the nob just to be sure it wasn't something that could be fixed with physical force.
"We could do this the easy way, send a patronus," he'd give her some options here. "Or we could dig deep, think of some useful spell work... Try sheer force... Get creative..." He looked over at her questioningly. "What will it be, Denaker?"
He was trying to be civil here. Maybe after this the two could get along?
Or she'd disappoint and he'd regret giving her the hand. Opportunities were endless here.
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Of course. A feeling he was used to. He had been waiting to pull the detention warnings out for this one. Though he was rather disappointed that she didn't take it. If anyone gave her a detention and it was James, he'd be quite disappointed. He wanted to be the one who taught her a thing or two about respect. But fortunately for the two of them, she was safe for now. A close call, really. "Good."
And because he was feeling rather generous, he'd let her small bout of protest escape. The muttering was therefore ignored, as he waited for what she had to say next. Quaffle was in her court.
He waited for a moment to see if she'd-- Was that a 'please'? Someone hold the phone, this was historic. So much so that a small smirk made it's way onto James's lips as he stood up from his chair and walked over to the door. "Only because you asked so politely," ah, how great it was to be king. So let's see here. Door jammed, yeah? He wiggled the nob just to be sure it wasn't something that could be fixed with physical force.
"We could do this the easy way, send a patronus," he'd give her some options here. "Or we could dig deep, think of some useful spell work... Try sheer force... Get creative..." He looked over at her questioningly. "What will it be, Denaker?"
He was trying to be civil here. Maybe after this the two could get along?
Or she'd disappoint and he'd regret giving her the hand. Opportunities were endless here.
That look of smugness was like a thousand little gut punches. Oh how she wanted to wipe that expression off his face, but she couldn't. However, her expression wasn't doing a thing to hide her feelings here. That silent glare he was getting, like she was trying channel the fires of the sun through her eyes and melt him right there.
Not that he'd really be phased by it. Probably just make Drapes all the more smug.
And now he was gloating. Hadley took a deep breath and dug the finger nails of one hand into the arm of the other to control herself. Yeah, that's right Dance-a-thon, gloat. Keep pushing her buttons like a smug little Drapes. Please. Reset the line for her, please. Hadley was determined now to one day get back to teasing him. It might not be this year, but once enough time has passed and the line was reset, she would.
She just had to make it to then and the...Oh he was asking her a question. Hadley loosened her grip on her arm and softly pried her nails out of her skin. They had left deep indentation. But as much as she did just want to get out of her as soon as possible, there was an intriguing puzzle in front of her. On that might actually be useful to know next time she's stuck in a room with him. She sighed, closed her eyes and thought for a minute. "A seize and pull charm?" That might work right?
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SPOILER!!: I'm 500% innocent
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That look of smugness was like a thousand little gut punches. Oh how she wanted to wipe that expression off his face, but she couldn't. However, her expression wasn't doing a thing to hide her feelings here. That silent glare he was getting, like she was trying channel the fires of the sun through her eyes and melt him right there.
Not that he'd really be phased by it. Probably just make Drapes all the more smug.
And now he was gloating. Hadley took a deep breath and dug the finger nails of one hand into the arm of the other to control herself. Yeah, that's right Dance-a-thon, gloat. Keep pushing her buttons like a smug little Drapes. Please. Reset the line for her, please. Hadley was determined now to one day get back to teasing him. It might not be this year, but once enough time has passed and the line was reset, she would.
She just had to make it to then and the...Oh he was asking her a question. Hadley loosened her grip on her arm and softly pried her nails out of her skin. They had left deep indentation. But as much as she did just want to get out of her as soon as possible, there was an intriguing puzzle in front of her. On that might actually be useful to know next time she's stuck in a room with him. She sighed, closed her eyes and thought for a minute. "A seize and pull charm?" That might work right?
Oh how long he had wanted to wear that expression on his face. And no matter how badly she wanted to wipe it right off, she couldn't. Tables had turned now and she was on the very brink of detention. It was REALLY great to be king Professor. And of course he could tell that she wasn't happy about it. Clearly with that look on her face, he was surprised she hadn't exploded into millions of little pieces by now. This was rather impressive. Wonder how long she could keep it up for. Only time would tell, truly.
Not that he was really phased by it. Just made him all the more smug, she was right.
He stood watching her curiously. She was all too predictable, yet there was a quality about her that also prevented from being 100% predictable all of the time. She was clever and he was aware of that much, yet she didn't seem to like the rules set down in front of her. Preteenage rebellion. He knew all too well what that was like, and in many ways the girl reminded him of a younger version of himself. Only he was much better looking, if he had anything to say on the matter.
Now the real test here would be to see whether she was willing to put her anger aside to accomplish the task at hand. He waited as she turned to respond to his question, watching as she loosened up every-so-slightly. "Excellent, why don't you give it a try," of course she chose to play, a Ravenclaw could never turn down a riddle.
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SPOILER!!: I'd believe 350%, but not 500% Never 500%
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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack
Oh how long he had wanted to wear that expression on his face. And no matter how badly she wanted to wipe it right off, she couldn't. Tables had turned now and she was on the very brink of detention. It was REALLY great to be king Professor. And of course he could tell that she wasn't happy about it. Clearly with that look on her face, he was surprised she hadn't exploded into millions of little pieces by now. This was rather impressive. Wonder how long she could keep it up for. Only time would tell, truly.
Not that he was really phased by it. Just made him all the more smug, she was right.
He stood watching her curiously. She was all too predictable, yet there was a quality about her that also prevented from being 100% predictable all of the time. She was clever and he was aware of that much, yet she didn't seem to like the rules set down in front of her. Preteenage rebellion. He knew all too well what that was like, and in many ways the girl reminded him of a younger version of himself. Only he was much better looking, if he had anything to say on the matter.
Now the real test here would be to see whether she was willing to put her anger aside to accomplish the task at hand. He waited as she turned to respond to his question, watching as she loosened up every-so-slightly. "Excellent, why don't you give it a try," of course she chose to play, a Ravenclaw could never turn down a riddle.
It was maybe the one time she'd done the smart thing, instead of the stupid thing.
She regretted it instantly.
Ohhohoho, he was getting on her every nerve and Hadley decided then and there, he might have won this battle, be he WAS not going to win the war. The war wasn't over, not by a long shot. But she'd let him think it was. She'd let him think he was victorious; play the role of the beaten, buy her time. She'd wait until his guard was down completely. Until he felt safe and secure and then she'd strike. Hard.
James Draper was finished. He just didn't know it yet.
But she did. She was sure of it. Ironically, had he not been so smug and gloaty about it, this might have been the end. Nope. For now, though, she had a part to play. Sullenly, Hadley sighed and stood up. It was even agonizing to play the part, but she'd keep going. For the plan and mission. "Yes, Professor."
Hadley held up her wand and aimed at the door. "Carpe Retractum!" She felt the spell work, saw the gold rope reach out and grab hold of the door and yank hard. The door moved an inch or less. Maybe that was enough to pry it open? Hadley made her way to the door and tried to use the new leverage to get it open, but it refused to budge. She could do the seize and pull charm again and again, inching the door open, or... "Shrinking charm?"
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It had been sheer coincidence that Rooney had been on the sixth floor corridor, as usually he took his route back to the common room immediately up the stairs instead of walking the castle lines. Today he had eaten a little bit too much and had needed to walk it off, or dance it off or..just find somewhere decent to work as an amphitheatre area. Miss Liv would help him if he asked, but he honestly wanted to find one for her and surprise her with it. Now..he was used to hearing things creak in the castle and usually thought nothing of it...but this was a creak disguising voices.
And the Ravenclaw was in such a mood that he had taken stance on the other side of the door just listening... And planning how he could make this sO GOOD FOR HIM. He already knew that one of those voices was the ungrateful tones of Miss Hadley Denaker and the other...was too deep for it to be a student. And the comments just made him KNOW it was a Professor. Which...he wasn't that much caring about.
But Hadley... HAH.
Maybe she'd properly be thankful for someone giving her their robes when she hadn't her her own instead of shoving them back and storming away like a two year old not getting sole control of the toy car... something that the 14 year old was much to used to with the boys living at home. Toddler tantrums.. His brothers had them down to a T. Crouching to the floor... Rooney lay on the floor in front of the door, poked his wand just into the crack underneath and whispered his casting of "Colloshoo!" at the nearest pair of shoes he could see.
... His line of sight was particularly awful in this gap, okay??
A shrinking charm would probably destroy the door. She'd leave the option out there, but while Drapes considered that option, Hadley would ponder the problem further.
She was hooked.
Okay, maybe there was a bit of Ravenclaw in her like Mr. Kitridge said. Maybe.
There was a problem in front of her, though, and the world was doing that thing where it faded out around her while she was in really deep thought and concentration. And Hads was doing that thing when she was in really deep thought where she paced. A lot.
Er...nope. Apparently she was falling. One moment she had been upright and the world was a distant blur. The next moment the world was very present and center stage again. As was the stone floor her face slammed into. "Ow." Was that-? Hads reached up and wiped her lip, which stung a lot the moment her fingers touched it. She inhaled through her teeth and pulled her hand away. The tips of her fingers were painted crimson. Yep, blood. Her landing must have split her lip. Episkey would fix that though. And the bruising her feet were bound to get from being wrenched painfully out of her shoes.
Hadley pulled herself up into a sitting position. "Well, this day just keeps getting better!" she spat and grabbed her shoes. Or tried too. They were stuck fast to the floor. "What the...?" She cast a suspicious look at Drapes. Her eyes narrowed at him. "So you just get to pull all the pranks you want, but if I do I'm facing detention? Typical." She aimed her wand at her shoes. "Finite!" Then at her face. "Episkey!" Hadley didn't need his help. She left her shoes off though, in case the Dancing Maniac wanted to glue them to the ground again.
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He watched her curiously noting the stark change in demeanor. If she thought she was fooling him, then she was wrong. Two could play at this game. But as it stood, there was nothing Hadley Denaker could do in this moment that would help her situation. She was on the brink of a detention and she was very well aware of the severe consequences here. So basically, James had won.
Her efforts with the spells did not go unnoticed. He wanted to let her take the initiative to pull herself out of the situation without much intervention because there were lessons that could be learned here. But at her suggestion of a shrinking charm…. ”While I encourage—“
WHAT IN THE NAME OF MERLIN’S PANTS WAS GOING ON HERE?
James Draper was normally the first to react to any situation, but this time he didn’t have the chance to take out his wand before he saw the incoming spell. And it was right on target… Assuming Hadley Denaker was the target. Bullseye.
He turned to Hadley to help her with the injury, but was glad to see she quickly reacted and took care of it herself. With an angry exhale, he quickly whipped back over towards the door and decided to take matters into his own hand. Here he was hoping that he could prompt the Ravenclaw to think critically to solve the puzzle herself, but someone was standing behind that door and James was NOT HAPPY. Which, of course, meant that Hadley’s comments went ignored.
Without wasting even a single second, he used a combination of the gripping charm and the seize and pull in order to get the jammed door open at last. When the door flew open, James didn’t know who he thought he’d see standing behind the doorway, but he wasn’t expecting to find a Prefect.
And not just any prefect, it was underpants boy. ”Browyn,” he motioned the Ravenclaw to walk forward into the office space, beyond that his tone said it all.
A pointed look was sent over to the prefect daring him to move while he made sure the girl wasn’t severely hurt. The fall didn’t look terrible, however, he still had to ask. ”Denaker, you alright?” How she managed to fall flat on her face after what appeared to be a spell aimed for shoes was beyond him. But nevertheless, the safety of his students was always the top priority. He’d send her to the hospital wing if there was even the slightest hint of doubt in her voice because liabilities, y’know?
But back to the boy. ”Care to explain?” It wasn’t a question though, Rooney didn’t have a choice here.
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BULLSEYE! Rooney couldn't help but laugh from his place on the floor, but he was clearly laughing for longer than planned because before he knew it... the door was open and there stood... oh. Professor Draper. At least if it had been Professor Myers he may have seen the funny side, but Rooney was sure he had never seen a smile on the Care of Magical Creatures Professors face.. Never ever, actually. Did he know how to smile? Was this an effect of severe wizarding botox? Was Draper really in his 90's? That would explain the lack of fun he tried to have with his students.
Except for being stuck in an office with Miss Hadley Denaker. Roo wasn't sure who he felt worse for now...
Probably Haddie because she was on the floor.. Which.. Raised a question... "I only stuck her shoes, how did she fall over? Did you push her?" Or was she just incredibly uncoordinated and needed some lessons in balance. Poor kid. Poor ungrateful kid. Now..with the lack of fun happening right now.. Rooney was in NO WAY moving closer to the Professor and instead got to his feet, leaving his wand on the floor. Um. Uh.. No thanks. Soz Draper. THINGS TO DO. PEOPLE TO SEE.
Professors to ignore, actually. He peered around the Professor and raised an eyebrow at Miss Haddie. "Maybe you'll accept the offer of robes next time without throwing them back at me. When I was trying to help." And essentially making his first evening as Prefect one of the worst in his LIFE. And no. "I don't really care to explain, Sir. Maybe Miss Haddie can shed some light."
Did he have enough time to lean forward, swipe his own wand back from the floor and run before he lost MORE points?
She looked from Drapes to Roonster. Both had the same questioning look on their face. How dense could they be? "Falling is what happens when you move to walk but your feet don't move." Like when someone grabs your ankles exactly when you move to take a step. Or when your shoelaces are tied. Or when your shoes are stuck to the floor but your feet aren't. "I tripped. On my shoes." Cuz they were glued, see?
"Yeah, I'm okay..." Begrudgingly, Hadley took the offered hand and help getting to her feet. "Thanks." This was possibly the worst day of her life, and after her summer, that was saying a lot.
And what the hell? Hadley looked at the Rooster, because whining about the opening feast got you the other nickname, Prefect. Her hands were raised questioningly, like she was being unfairly accused. Because in her mind she was. There had been a momentarily spike in her respect of the Prefect when Drapes opened the door and revealed Rooney as the prankster. But that faded the moment he started to whine. "What the hell?" It deserved repeating outloud, because, seriously, what the hell?
She could have told them both about the Carp-tastic summer she had and how one of the two people who hated her without a single reason, admittedly so, by the way, who she was trying to be a friend to had blown up at her for no reason at all and how all those things culminated into one ticked off Hadley Denaker that just needed some space to wander and calm down. Like it'd do any good. And like she'd ever give Drapes the upper hand by showing him just how vulnerable she could be. Hads would never trust the man that much.
"Rooster, I say this with the utmost respect." Was he paying attention? Good. "Grow the hell up."
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Rooney wasn’t helping his chances here. Not only was he caught red handed, but he had been caught laughing at the work he had done. And now he was implying that James had pushed a student?! That question didn’t even need an answer. Instead it received a very FIRM look of I’m-Not-Amused.
”That’s ENOUGH!” Why did he come back for another year again? These were the real questions James ought to be asking himself.
Honestly, they were Ravenclaws for Merlin’s sake. Gryffindors were normally the ones getting petty like this, he’d know. Been there, done that. But Ravenclaws? Times like these when he wished house stereotypes were actually followed, thanks. Read books, kids. They won’t get you locked up in detention.
”Bronwyn, a Prefect should know better than to disrespect a Professor,” and know better than to do whatever the heck he was hoping to do here but they’d get to that much. ”And Denaker, I suggest you watch your tongue.” Thank you and good day. Literally all he came here for was some peace and quiet. Was that really too much to ask for? Was it?
”Now, how many points do you think I ought to take away?” he was addressing two of them now. Let’s see if they could do the math themselves. Disrespect, using magic without knowing the clear receiver, using offensive magic outside of the bounds of a classroom, language… There were many offenses here. Let's be realistic, shall we? Or would they rather a detention? James was feeling generous.
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So that had......maybe been the wrong thing to do. BUT he had given Haddie the choice to admit she was in the wrong before. Which she hadn't done. And now this was just going...metaphorically....elbows up. Maybe he should have just stuck to doing nothing wrong ever at school because now he'd ALREADY lost stuff in Herbology. AND NOW HE WAS GOING TO BE LOSING MORE. "If...uh...you're...uh..." Could he get away with this? It wasn't like he would be going outright cheeky. He would be answering the question.
Probably wouldn't go down that way, though. Nothing ever did in the castle, apparently. MORE SO NOW THAT HADLEY DENAKER WAS AROUND. Hadley was becoming the new Blaise Bellaire to Rooney. Hopefully Miss Charlotte wouldn't want him to be nice to her too. He hadn't meant to disrespect Professor Draper.. He clearly just didn't have the same sense of humour as Professor Cool of DADA.
"I'd say none, but... I'm betting that's not how this is going, is it..?" Now he'd have to write home again and tell his mother how back of a person he was, really. And NO doubt there was a rule about Prefects losing points and then losing their badges. Just the mere thought of that threw him into a little meltdown and Rooney did start to cry. And he did grab his wand from the floor and he did mumble his apologies to both of them.
The entire time Drapes was lecturing them, which thankfully wasn't long, Hadley was putting her shoes back on. And rolling her eyes while she wasn't looking at Drapes, and could get away with it in theory. These two...they were gonna annoy the fight back into her at this rate.
She stood up and made her way over to lean against the wall while Rooster stuttered and stammered under the oh-so-menacing gaze of Professor Twinkle Toes. Wow, this was actually getting painful to watch. Of course, Rooney went with the classic never-gonna-be-helpful-at-all answer of none. Yeah, right...
Um...
Wait...was he crying!? The prefect was actually crying. How did he even get that badge? Nice going there Drapes.
Welp, since Rooney went with the first never-gonna-be-helpful answer, Hads would just have to go with the second one. "I don't care. Take them all. I just wanted the door open, and it is, so, see ya, Professor." She made a b-line for the now open door. It'd be a miracle if she actually made it through the door, but stranger things have happened at Hogwarts, and well, she liked a challenge.
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And the Prefect was stammering. Which meant that he was worried, as he should be. So mission accomplished.
”Correct,” he nodded, answering the boy. Ah, finally showing some of that Ravenclaw knowledge there….. And then two very different things happened all at once.
a) The Prefect was crying
b) And Denaker was giving up and racing towards the door
This is not how the day was meant to go. S i g h.
Was the second year leaving a big concern? Not at all. Would he take away points? Eh, didn’t seem worth it at this point. He had figured she learned her lesson here. It was obvious that she wasn’t pressing as hard as she could and for that he’d give her a break. Sort of. So he’d let her leave.
As for the other child though, ”Bronwyn, I haven’t taken anything away yet,” so basically quit crying. ”You’re a fourth year now, yeah? And a Prefect?”
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"YET!" He wailed.
This wasn't working out how he wanted it to. He had exaggurated the tears and the sad faces as much as he could, but Professor Draper had said 'yet', which meant that he still fully intended to take points. And Hadley was already getting so far out of there that she possibly could. That was unhelpful. Was HE going to lose more points now for being left behind? What if he ran for his life and didn't look back? Would he lose even MORE points..? Probably. Professor Draper already hated him.
Ever since the beginning of last year. The first night, even.
And then there had been that time he was in his underwear.....
And Rooney was NOT being left here with him. So he stepped into Miss Hadley's way and shook his head. "How many p..points are we losing, Sir?" And yes, he had stopped crying. And no, he wasn't going to answer the questions put to him.
It was obvious - the answers. He had his Prefect badge on.
Any minute now. Any minute Drapes was going to tell her to stop and when she didn't she was going to get more point taken or probably a detention. Any minute... He wasn't stopping her. As surprised as she was by this, Hadley wasn't gonna question it or waste this one golden opportunity to escape scot-free.
And then the Cry-baby happened. Sniveling and sobbing. Sooooo pathetic. Seriously, he was two grades above her and needed to just grow up.
"Move," she growled under her breath. Unfortunately Rooster decided to ask Drapes about the points at the same time, all the while still sobbing, and effectively drowned her out.
Merlin-in-Mustard! This was getting ridiculous. The sounds of his blubbering was really starting to get to her, and not even babies crying got her. It didn't matter that he'd stopped crying, those sounds were stilling echoing in her head. "Holy carp! Does the big baby need diaper changed? His bottle perhaps?" Hadley rolled her eyes in exaggerated fashion and moved to slip around the infantile prefect.
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Was it too early to go into retirement? Because the wailing was driving him insane.
At least Bronwyn could’ve waited until after James had downed a couple of firewhiskeys. It would’ve been the decent thing to do. But then again, when had these kids every been decent?
Never. That’s when. Especially not now, clearly.
But thank Merlin the awful sobbing had come to stop. ”Denaker, he chastised, turning his gaze from the girl back over to the Prefect to address his question. ”I have had quite enough. Both of you.”
Full on Professor mode here now, apparently. ”Browyn, I won’t take away points this time around. But this is your warning. Crying will get you no where. You’re a student leader, you should know better. Other students follow your example, set one you want them to follow.” He wasn’t going to start bawling again, was he? Because James couldn’t take any more of it. His poor head.
”And despite your differences Browyn is your Prefect, Denaker. I highly recommend that you both start treating each other with some respect.”
Now, were they done here? Or was he really gonna need to hand out detentions? Because that was the next move.
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