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laurange · 08-08-2012, 04:02 PM

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Originally Posted by aureus_aura

"Please sit." he indicated to the black love chair opposite to him which looks like more comfortable than his own.

He noticed that the woman eyed his wine.Then he heard her ask if he was okay. Gabriel looked at her in the eyes and sighed.

"A bit. These dunderheads are giving me a bit of headache." he said calmly which was odd because normally he would have shouted on the top of lungs.

He never opened up to someone but he knew that Carol is type of person you can talk to any time. Well, except when she's angry... And he doesn't want that. He leaned back a bit and a thought crossed his mind so once more he looked at her.

"Is there anything you need Carol?" asked Gabriel genuinely under his breath.

Carol nodded silently, stepping towards the seat. Her fingers reached the plush velvet moment before she sat down gingerly. Remembering that it was highly unlikely that a student would put a dungbomb or a whoopee cushion in Gabriel's room, his strictness being a main factor.

Catching his eye, Carol's breath hitched a little at the torment behind the eyes of her coworker. Somehow, he seemed calm. But then again, he had never been loud or rash in her presence. But she tuned in just in time to hear him speak.

"Dunderhead seems like a strong w-," she started, peering at the paper before the sentence died on her tongue. "Potions was never my forte, but I'm sure Aconite was not known as lacewings. And is certainly not used in Polyjuice Potions." she muttered, shaking her head a little.

Sometimes, the trouble the students put Gabriel and the other professors through seemed a lot more than her own. Maybe because most of them needed anger management sessions, but that was beside the point. She'd never seen ridiculousness like this on an essay.

"Oh, me?" she asked, surprised by his abrupt question. "No, not really. I have far too much time on my hands during the day."

And that time was certainly not used to sleep. There was a reason she seldom attended breakfast.

08-08-2012, 04:02 PM	#53 (permalink)
laurange Ramora Join Date: Nov 2010 Location: Kita's pocket Posts: 5,235 Hogwarts RPG Name: Aslan Archer Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Rose Woods Gryffindor Fifth Year x9 x6	½ of Lauralie \| Koala \| The being in Ern's pocket \| Baby Smurf \| Prouf member of The Flock Quote: Originally Posted by aureus_aura "Please sit." he indicated to the black love chair opposite to him which looks like more comfortable than his own. He noticed that the woman eyed his wine.Then he heard her ask if he was okay. Gabriel looked at her in the eyes and sighed. "A bit. These dunderheads are giving me a bit of headache." he said calmly which was odd because normally he would have shouted on the top of lungs. He never opened up to someone but he knew that Carol is type of person you can talk to any time. Well, except when she's angry... And he doesn't want that. He leaned back a bit and a thought crossed his mind so once more he looked at her. "Is there anything you need Carol?" asked Gabriel genuinely under his breath. Carol nodded silently, stepping towards the seat. Her fingers reached the plush velvet moment before she sat down gingerly. Remembering that it was highly unlikely that a student would put a dungbomb or a whoopee cushion in Gabriel's room, his strictness being a main factor. Catching his eye, Carol's breath hitched a little at the torment behind the eyes of her coworker. Somehow, he seemed calm. But then again, he had never been loud or rash in her presence. But she tuned in just in time to hear him speak. "Dunderhead seems like a strong w-," she started, peering at the paper before the sentence died on her tongue. "Potions was never my forte, but I'm sure Aconite was not known as lacewings. And is certainly not used in Polyjuice Potions." she muttered, shaking her head a little. Sometimes, the trouble the students put Gabriel and the other professors through seemed a lot more than her own. Maybe because most of them needed anger management sessions, but that was beside the point. She'd never seen ridiculousness like this on an essay. "Oh, me?" she asked, surprised by his abrupt question. "No, not really. I have far too much time on my hands during the day." And that time was certainly not used to sleep. There was a reason she seldom attended breakfast.