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Professor Lillian Hawkins
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Originally Posted by Lockhartian  Yeah, he was a clever boy and said the right thing. If he'd said otherwise then...he'd be in trouble? Not really, Treyen wasn't one of those...
...right?
"But of course, he agreed, with a smile, "They have an amazing defense," thank you, Drake Warren, "Yet, they still haven't managed to outsmart the Wasps' offensive approach," he commented, hoping that Dallin knew what he was talking about, or at least pretended to, after all, the boy said he liked Quidditch, but never mentioned if he followed it regularly or not.
"My sister plays for the Wasps," and she'd better never hear Treyen say what he said about their offense, she'd be annoying him about how the Wasps are better than the Arrows and probably never let it go. Dallin nodded slowly, thinking. "Their defense is good, yeah. Personally I think they should work on offense more." Because what was a good defense without offense? Boring, pretty much. And if they were good at both offense and defense, they'd be fantastic all around.
There's some Dal!Logic for ya.
He raised his eyebrows slightly when the prefect mentioned yet another family member playing professional quidditch. He couldn't help but ask, "Are you planning on going pro?" Quote:
Originally Posted by Ivy Nienna Hearing their combined laughter, Ivory felt her grin pick up in a one dimpled smile glad their senses of humor meshed.
Her head tilted to the side slightly, hair falling lightly over one eye as she looked at him in disbelief. "You live in Miami!?" Talk about coincidences. "But that's like a stone's throw away." Not literally, but closer than across the country. So perhaps a stone's speeding Hail Mary away? "I live in Fort Lauderdale," she explained eyes alight. "Well on the outskirts...sort of near the Everglades." But still in the same state, imagine that. What a small world.
Changing gears slightly to answer his question, she gave a small nod. "Very much so. Originally, my parents wanted me to play the piano but after a year of that I realized I just did not have wide enough hands." Almost to prove her point she lifted up a slim hand. "Of course, that was back when I was 9 so I'm sure that's probably not the case now." she admitted with a small laugh.
Realizing he was calling her bluff, Ivory grinned cheekily. Darn it, he'd caught the loophole. Very astute of him to make it a condition to not blame the actual sound on him. Giving a sigh of gigantic proportions as if it was a great sacrifice to entertain him, she gave a short nod sticking out her hand. "Alright, deal." "No kidding," Dallin chuckled, "One of sisters lived there for a while." He nodded to himself. That was the only reason he'd ever been to Fort Lauderdale, even though it was close to Miami. He nodded again as she continued, trying to picture in his mind where she might live. "That's cool, though. What a coincidence."
He glanced at the hand she held up, smiling. "Parents are weird, huh? Wanting children to play instruments. My mom had this crazy idea that I should play the cello." Of course, there was always the chance that Ivory was the type of person who did every single thing her parents wanted her to do, and the fact that her hands were small was actually a real excuse.
Dal cocked an eyebrow at the prefect, smirking. Ha, he'd caught her, he could tell. He shook her hand gladly, comfirming with a "Deal."
As the headmaster gave his speech, Dallin only half-listened, waiting impatiently for the food to appear. When it did, he gave an excited "Food!" and started loading his plate.
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