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Even with James and Ivan holding her attention, Mia could not fail to notice all te young kids coming into the training room along with a couple of older kids.
What the...?
Weird.
"Aww James, you are too sweet." Not that she would say it out loud but he was going to make some girl really happy one day. He was boyfriend material as much as he didn't want to admit it. "And I guess it takes a special type of person to teach." Although some of the teachers they had this year left a lot to be desired.
When the antlers appeared on the dummy's head, Mia got all excited and she gave James a big old hug. "James, you're the best. Can we like get together once a week or something?" She was more comfotable with James teaching her than she was in actual DADA.
"Only when I want something." He rejoined, giving her another of those leers, though by now it was pretty clear that he was really only kidding around. It was just nice that he could with Mia and she wouldn't get all worked up. "Well, I'm not that special type."
He hugged her back when she managed the antler spell and nodded.
"I think that'd work. I've got all the time in the world for you, Mi."
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McFeisty "Well - most of the stuff I'm doing it so I can use it for training for Quidditch you know...stretching and all" Kyle explained with a smile she liked stretching.
"and the rest of it...why not keep a journal and send it in so that the Ravenclaws win the house cup - and wasn't aware he was a caretaker - but, the whole thing about the cult...yeah my aunt works at the Ministry and my sister the daily prophet" Kyle hadn't told anyone here of Charlie really.
"I'm more doing the 'stuff' so I can snoop around...I mean who wouldn't want to uncover what the real plot is...besides, if you notice all the stuff on the list seems like stuff you would do if you had to fend yourself off from an impending zombie apocalypse...or inferi really" she still felt like she was onto something there....like they would have to run their way to safety from those crazy ministry Professor's and yeah...the cult in general.
"Actually - I never thought we'd learn anything the moment I realized who the new Professor of Defense against the dark arts was...thats why I had the idea - that we should start something up like the fabled 'Dumbledores Army' of the late 90's...maybe we could call it Tate's Army because we all know Tate doesn't like Borr" she chuckled.
"So...would you want to start a secret group of students who practice actual spells that will most definitely be on the NEWTs?" She asked, raising an eyebrow maybe she was speaking someone who wanted to finish their NEWTs off well's language. "And don't worry - i'm just doing a bit of the stuff...for this, you know - so that I can help get our house up there for the house cup at the end of term" she explained with a smirk. Yes she wanted to get Ravenclaw to win and she was going to do that. Plus it was nice to meet someone who didn't like Borr - but who liked him? Honestly?
Maybe they should investigate this so-called-cult and try to dislodge its hold on the school...but that would be dangerous right?
"Honestly you're better off going for a run around the grounds and getting on a broom for Quidditch training." Jim told her gently. Speaking from experience here. Seeker remember? He smiled at her but the smile faded a bit when Kyle spoke again.
"Because I don't want to be a sheep. I don't want to participate in a pointless exercise of mass-brainwashing when all it does is pander to the desires of a narcissistic nutjob. And I don't ever want to be rewarded for something that isn't worth the work in the first place. If all its about is house points... well thats not a good enough reason for me. You do what you have to do, but I won't."
He listened patiently, twirling his wand through his fingertips as he marveled at Kyle's imagination. Or maybe she was just crazy. "Borr's motives are to make Borr more 'important'. None of that stuff will do one jot for Inferi. You need fire spells to fight them off. I think you're over analysing things. Kind of getting too into a fantasy there, Kyle. Kind of like in Northanger Abbey, when Catherine Morland makes up all these gothic conspiracies because she read too many novels and..." OH crud. Jim trailed off.
NOBODYNEEDEDTOKNOWHEREADSJANEAUSTEN!!!
"Or so I heard." He tried for a casual recovery, all smooth nonchalance.
Ahem.
"And theres no need to do a secret group of anything." He gestured at himself and Mia, quite openly practicing and learning things. "But like I said, you're welcome if you want to get in on this. We could all meet up weekly, just work on some things."
In other words, she was pretty enough that he didn't mind her hanging around.
"I guess I should introduce you or something. This is Mia." He gestured towards the Hufflepuff at his side. "You already know Ivan, right?" Jim looked over his shoulder towards where Ivan was still doing sit ups. Heh.
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aussiegirl Mia gave the Ravenclaw girl a smile as she talked to James and while she was only half listening because she was quite fascinated by all the other students doing some sort of exercise regime, she caught half of the conversation and she raised her eyebrows. "Maybe we should make that twice a week." she whispered to James.
"Maybe." He agreed. "Mia, this is Kyle. She's in my house and year. And on yearbook. She's pretty epic."
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hermygirl The training room. Spike hadn’t been here before, and wasn’t planning to go here today until he heard a familiar voice. Apparently Jimmy was doing some sort of speech, and Spike peeped his head round the door before quietly slipping inside. He frowned, confused, though he guessed it was something to do with the ridiculous assignment they’d been set. Sure, he was up for doing something a little more physical than reading books – Spike was well known for hating sitting sit for more than five minutes...but ballroom dancing? Pfffttttt. Karate maybe, not that he knew how to do any. Forward rolls around the Great Hall around dinnertime was tempting. But dancing and speeches and mediation were all just a big waste of time, in his opinion.
He had all the energy he needed. Too much probably, until Quidditch kicked in. What Spike really (desperately, some of his Professors might say) needed help with was his wandwork. Big time. With that and his lack of love for books, it was anyone’s guess how Spike had ended up in Ravenclaw. DADA was one of the only lessons that held his attention long enough to learn anything involving a wand. He took his wand from his pocket, and fingered it nervously. “Jimmy,” he spoke up, looking at the older boy slightly wide eyed through his curls. “Would you know, like, er, help me? With stuffs?”
...and just maybe Spike could find a way to get him and Finn talking again along the way.
Huh? Jim looked around and then down, eyes falling on Spike.
"... yeah? Yeah. Alright. Sure, kid."
... what stuffs?
He grinned cheerfully at Spikey.
Okay maybe he could make ONE little kid exception. Spike was alright. He was epic at Quidditch after all, so that counted.