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DaniDiNardo · 01-25-2014, 11:15 PM

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Originally Posted by hermygirl

"Well..." He smiled at her hopefully. "I've honestly no idea. I thought it was a bit strange, but..." he scratched his own very NON-grey hair lightly, and peered at the lock she was holding out for him to see. It was clearly not of her usual golden blonde, and instead a rather dull shade of grey. And she hadn't dyed it. He rubbed the stubble on his chin, a frown etched between his eyebrows.

"So, to check I've got this, you definitely didn't do that to yourself?" He shook his head. "You shouldn't stress about your OWLs so much," he said after a while. "I mean, I know you're a Prefect and everything, but I managed okay." And no grey hairs here, see? "I'll help you study if you want. Help make up for..." well, whatever had caused him to get his hand swatted. "I've got that candy still too."

Okay, see. he thought it was strange which should have been reason enough for him not suggesting or saying anything. Her hair was becoming a major problem for her and it didn't help that Jun saw wrinkles on her forehead. She hadn't stopped rubbing all those anti-wrinkle creams she begged her father for. This...whatever this was, would NOT get the better of her.

It sounded like Benjy was finally getting the big idea and the Gryffindor gave a firm nod. "Not my doing." hvskafjvsi he thought it was the stress of OWLs too!! See that?? SEE THAT?? "They should just cancel the exams this year and be done with it. This," she pointed to her hair, "can't be healthy, it can't and I'd rather have my hair be normal again." Lottie already told her the hair wouldn't be enough to get her out of studying. She was in a fix. "Thanks. I'll take all the help I can get."

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Originally Posted by Rosa Chispa Princessa

"Perhaps, but I always thought it was magic that the professors used to decorate the classroom for each individual lesson. The professor may have just put the furniture and mats away because we don't need them for this lesson. The budget cuts may effect our quality of food and even the professors we get but not what they can do in a lesson which is magic. As off you're hair, I'm sorry, I had no idea that the greying of you're hair was a permanant accident. I you absolutely certain a professor can't help you? And I'm sorry if I upset you, I did not not mean to, I'm Oichi by the way.".

And there she went. Blah blah blah, ugh, Lex didn't care about the classroom or the people anymore. It was her hair. Alexa wasn't one to fixate about her hair, anyone who saw her could tell that but this was different. It was about the colour and the fact that it was changing when she wished it wouldn't. "Yeah, s'okay, not your fault." Lex said with a small shrug when she apologized. Merlin knew who's fault it was. "And I know who you are." Because she did. Lex didn't have a shoddy memory thanks.

SPOILER!!: Professor

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Originally Posted by Roselyn

Oh...oh my...that indeed was a beard.

Wasn't the lad a second year? Was this the result of another Arithmancy lesson?

"Good morning, Mister-" OH MY! Just one after the other, the students slid...like dominos. "O. boʐye! Mister Maroon! Miss...Paulidine, goodness gracious. Are you two alright?" She could've sworn she saw the young boy hit his head, though hoping to Merlin it was just a trick of light. The floor wasn't THAT slippery was it?

Taking notice of Sophie's helpful hand, Medea smiled to the girl as she moved around and tested the floor near the front of their makeshift 'classroom', looking for the particularly slippery spots that needed evening out.

"Good morning, Miss Konstantinova." Medea smiled towards the fifth year, continuing to slide her feet across the floor, looking for the extra slippery parts. Like........right there. Eh. Could've sworn she'd gotten all of them.

Oh good, yes, another youngster joining her lesson. Not that the older students weren't welcome, though they usually came with grumpy expressions and an air of not wanting to be there. "Dobro outro, Miss...Carrington." There was indeed a Lux Carrington on her roster if she wasn't mistaken. "Be careful of the floor, molia. There are a few sections that are a bit too slippery."

Aw third years. The mid section between the grumpy students and enthusiastic youngsters. "Hello, Mister Toussaint." she smiled warmly at the Gryffindor, evening out a particularly slippery section upon the floor.

...

She was not an old Professor, and even if she was, who would have been oblivious to that display of...well, that display? "Dobro outro, Mister Strand." she nodded towards the Seventh year, moving past him towards the entrance doors as if her shoes were immune to the floor's slipperiness. Apparently it was TOO slippery over there. "Oh, you are more than velcome to use the arena for dueling, though do be careful, yes?"

Fixing the slipperiness near the entrance doors, she smiled towards the sixth year. "Good morning, Miss Andrews." Some nice good shoes on, that one.

See? SEE? No enthusiasm in the older students whatsoever. Though that familiar look upon West's face was not due to being an older student. Having had quite a bit of time to become accustomed to that look, she knew where it was from. "No smiles today, Mister Odessa?"

.......oh?

This was seriously the first student she saw who sat down, not due to slipping upon the floor either. Though, upon seeing the Ravenclaw robes the girl was wearing, Medea smiled. The house already perfectly matched the youngster.

Should....she say something? She should say something.

Or just watch.

"Zradsti, Miss Merivel." she greeted the third year as she passed by. Slowly. So slowly.

Robbed? Her? Them?

As serious of a topic that was, Medea couldn't help but chuckle. Goodness gracious, grey hairs from stress...from being robbed? Oh, children didn't get grey hairs. "Miss Cambridge..." Hold the snidget. The fifth's year hair DID kinda look different. Must've been the light though. Must've been. "No, ve didn't get robbed."

Alright, seriously. She could've sworn she hadn't made the floor THAT slippery. Although, now that she thought about it, her shoes were of a different make. Probably had a little more traction than the students'. "Goodness. Careful, Mister Rehman. Are you alright?"

Was it just her or were the older students reeeeaaally laying on the grumpy mood this morning? Was there some party last night and now they were just tired? "Good morning, Miss Lockwood." she nodded towards the Slytherin. Staring. Watching. Squinting. Thinking. COMING TO CONCLUSIONS.

Goodness, a lot of these kids looked worse for wear today. Though it just seemed over the top to her that someone even brought a cane in. Really, what in Merlin's beard was going on? They were acting like old people! Was it an assignment? It was an assignment wasn't it...

Muggle studies maybe?

Potions?

She'd almost missed the sixth year's greeting, having been focused solely on the two Hufflepuffs who joined them previously, though her gaze snapped to the Slytherin as she...almost slipped. "Oh, good morning Miss...Emerson." Oh yes, there was an Astrid Emerson on her roster.

Giving a slight nod to the two quiet Ravenclaws who'd arrived, she was a bit too distracted to mind the lack of greeting from the both of them, eyeing those students whom looked more like they should be at the healer's office than here. If it wasn't an assignment, then there was some virus going on. Surely. Winter weather was a terrible pain at times with colds and flus.

.......

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

Didn't she just fix the entrance area?

Squinting at the floor, the Professor headed over to re-fix it. Or at least the area she apparently missed. The floor needed to be slippery, but not THAT slippery. "Dobro outro, Mister Bolton." she smiled to the Gryffindor, searching for those particularly slippery places by sliding her feet across the floor.

"Helloooooo, Mister Radley." she greeted warmly, somewhat distracted with pointing her wand at the floor and muttering something under her breath. That...should fix it. STAY! FLOOR! Stay.

"Good...morning..." Did her ears decieve her? Glancing up from her task, she watched the Hufflepuff join the rest of the class. Good Merlin, was there really a happy older student in her lesson today? Shrugging to herself, she rubbed her ear and went back to making the floor a little less slippery. How 'bout that.

Oh, goodness, Merlin. Her faith that a few happy students would show up was returning. "Good morning, Mister Summers!" she smiled back at the boy. Well, no. Not boy. Young man. "Or should I say, Head Boy. Congratulations."

If one more student came in here looking like a tired sloth, she was going to turn her lesson into an outdoor marathon. Or she'd think about it at least. "Helloooooo, Mister Messer. Better than most of your classmates, I can confidently say." she chuckled lightly. Really. They looked awful.

The more smiles there were, the merrier the class would be. "You could say that." she laughed, glancing to the shiny floors. As far as she knew though, most of the super slippery parts were fixed so...no more super sliding, right?

"Good day, Mister Bay." she greeted the fifth year in her usual warm and welcoming manner.

"Good mooorning, Mister Lecium." she said with a tad song like nature, smiling towards the Hufflepuff. "My summer vos very nice, thank you. I do hope yours was a memorable one."

This was the first student where she'd actually noticed the contrast in hair color. Suddenly reminded of Alexa's comments about recieving grey hairs because of stress, Medea absentmindedly raised an eyebrow. Were NEWTS really this stressful nowawadays? "Dobro outro, Miss Delaine."

"Good day, Miss Edwards." she smiled. "Oh, it vos excellent, yes. I hope yours vos as vell?"

It was always lovely to see the youngsters make it to lessons on time. The castle was rather large, and so very many places one could get lost. "Good morning, Miss Granger." she smiled and nodded to the Hufflepuff first year.

Oh yes, the Gryffindor with the unusual yet splendid name. "Godo morning, Miss Goldman." Christmas Goldman. How wonderful was that? "It vos lovely, thank you. I hope yours vos a memorable one."

This wasn't another young student already receiving facial whiskers, was it? It was just the light, right? These students were growing up waaaay too fast! SHE REMEMBERED AS JUST BABIES! Sorta. First years. Close enough. "Good morning, Mister Newell." she smiled towards the youngster.

More smiley students. The more the merrier! "Hello, Mister Romalotti." she smiled in return at the boy, before taking a glance at her watch. Her newly charmed watch, that is. Told the time perfectly and wasn't all...not perfect...anymore. Oh my, it was getting very close to class starting.

"Hello, Miss Greenwell." she nodded to the Gryffindor, noting the lack of falling to the floor. GOOD.

With a final glance to her watch, Medea looked up and started to wave her wand at the double doors to close them. Though suddenly stopped, due to an almost latecomer. Alright. Was that all of them? Waiting a few more seconds for any possible last students to round the corner, she waved her wand...and the doors creaked shut.

Okay then. Taking a deep breath, she moved back to her position at the front of the class...before moving to the third row of seats upon the stands so she could see everyone. What was there, one student who was sitting? With a slippery floor like they had, you'd think they'd sit. "You may sit down, you know." she smiled in amusement, giving them a verbal nudge. Yes, sit. You all looked like death. Most...anyways.

"Before ve begin..." Taking her own seat upon the stands, she crossed a leg over the other and continued. "Does anyone vont to tell me vot's up? Vos there a party last night or something? Or is this some unusual assignment you've received?"

What was with all the ancient looking souls, HUH?

The chuckling made her think just maybe the Professor wasn't actually taking her seriously and truthfully...that annoyed her more than the slippery floor and the missing furniture. This was serious business!!! HER HAIR was going GREY. Before you knew it it would be white. Given the original colour she was surprized it didn't just skip ahead to white. Ughhhh.

Oh but then it looked like the woman finally noticed half her head was covered in grey hair. Finally. "Good to know." She said, taking a seat on the floor after much laboured moving and trying not to work out her back too much. It was feeling a lot tighter than she remembered and she was praying whatever happened to Professor Airey wouldn't get to her. No big back cracking pain please.

Ow...ow...ow...Ahhhh. Okay. Seated.

Lex raised her hand, not knowing about anyone else but herself in all this. "I'm getting grey hairs Professor, I've tried dying it blonde again and had Lottie try with magic but it just went right back and keeps spreading. If this is an assignment, I haven't been told about it and would like some extra credit for being an involuntary test subject. I take all rewards in candy where possible." And a solemn nod. It wasn't Romanos' doing but she hung out in the staffroom. Surely she'd pass along the message. "And in future, can I suggest no assignments that give me joint stiffness and wrinkles? Please? Daddy's starting to wonder what I'm doing with all the wrinkle cream." Keeping wrinkles under control obviously. No way was she walking around with less than perfect skin and that coming from Alexa was saying A LOT.

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DaniDiNardo Crup Join Date: May 2012 Location: Over here! (GMT -5) Posts: 17,239 Hogwarts RPG Name: Ruth (Rae) Elliot Gryffindor First Year x12 x12	Yeah I broke that mirror, so what? ll NOT backward ll Official Gryfferin ll Lemon's favourite Quote: Originally Posted by hermygirl "Well..." He smiled at her hopefully. "I've honestly no idea. I thought it was a bit strange, but..." he scratched his own very NON-grey hair lightly, and peered at the lock she was holding out for him to see. It was clearly not of her usual golden blonde, and instead a rather dull shade of grey. And she hadn't dyed it. He rubbed the stubble on his chin, a frown etched between his eyebrows. "So, to check I've got this, you definitely didn't do that to yourself?" He shook his head. "You shouldn't stress about your OWLs so much," he said after a while. "I mean, I know you're a Prefect and everything, but I managed okay." And no grey hairs here, see? "I'll help you study if you want. Help make up for..." well, whatever had caused him to get his hand swatted. "I've got that candy still too." Okay, see. he thought it was strange which should have been reason enough for him not suggesting or saying anything. Her hair was becoming a major problem for her and it didn't help that Jun saw wrinkles on her forehead. She hadn't stopped rubbing all those anti-wrinkle creams she begged her father for. This...whatever this was, would NOT get the better of her. It sounded like Benjy was finally getting the big idea and the Gryffindor gave a firm nod. "Not my doing." hvskafjvsi he thought it was the stress of OWLs too!! See that?? SEE THAT?? "They should just cancel the exams this year and be done with it. This," she pointed to her hair, "can't be healthy, it can't and I'd rather have my hair be normal again." Lottie already told her the hair wouldn't be enough to get her out of studying. She was in a fix. "Thanks. I'll take all the help I can get." Quote: Originally Posted by Rosa Chispa Princessa "Perhaps, but I always thought it was magic that the professors used to decorate the classroom for each individual lesson. The professor may have just put the furniture and mats away because we don't need them for this lesson. The budget cuts may effect our quality of food and even the professors we get but not what they can do in a lesson which is magic. As off you're hair, I'm sorry, I had no idea that the greying of you're hair was a permanant accident. I you absolutely certain a professor can't help you? And I'm sorry if I upset you, I did not not mean to, I'm Oichi by the way.". And there she went. Blah blah blah, ugh, Lex didn't care about the classroom or the people anymore. It was her hair. Alexa wasn't one to fixate about her hair, anyone who saw her could tell that but this was different. It was about the colour and the fact that it was changing when she wished it wouldn't. "Yeah, s'okay, not your fault." Lex said with a small shrug when she apologized. Merlin knew who's fault it was. "And I know who you are." Because she did. Lex didn't have a shoddy memory thanks. SPOILER!!: Professor Quote: Originally Posted by Roselyn Oh...oh my...that indeed was a beard. Wasn't the lad a second year? Was this the result of another Arithmancy lesson? "Good morning, Mister-" OH MY! Just one after the other, the students slid...like dominos. "O. boʐye! Mister Maroon! Miss...Paulidine, goodness gracious. Are you two alright?" She could've sworn she saw the young boy hit his head, though hoping to Merlin it was just a trick of light. The floor wasn't THAT slippery was it? Taking notice of Sophie's helpful hand, Medea smiled to the girl as she moved around and tested the floor near the front of their makeshift 'classroom', looking for the particularly slippery spots that needed evening out. "Good morning, Miss Konstantinova." Medea smiled towards the fifth year, continuing to slide her feet across the floor, looking for the extra slippery parts. Like........right there. Eh. Could've sworn she'd gotten all of them. Oh good, yes, another youngster joining her lesson. Not that the older students weren't welcome, though they usually came with grumpy expressions and an air of not wanting to be there. "Dobro outro, Miss...Carrington." There was indeed a Lux Carrington on her roster if she wasn't mistaken. "Be careful of the floor, molia. There are a few sections that are a bit too slippery." Aw third years. The mid section between the grumpy students and enthusiastic youngsters. "Hello, Mister Toussaint." she smiled warmly at the Gryffindor, evening out a particularly slippery section upon the floor. ... She was not an old Professor, and even if she was, who would have been oblivious to that display of...well, that display? "Dobro outro, Mister Strand." she nodded towards the Seventh year, moving past him towards the entrance doors as if her shoes were immune to the floor's slipperiness. Apparently it was TOO slippery over there. "Oh, you are more than velcome to use the arena for dueling, though do be careful, yes?" Fixing the slipperiness near the entrance doors, she smiled towards the sixth year. "Good morning, Miss Andrews." Some nice good shoes on, that one. See? SEE? No enthusiasm in the older students whatsoever. Though that familiar look upon West's face was not due to being an older student. Having had quite a bit of time to become accustomed to that look, she knew where it was from. "No smiles today, Mister Odessa?" .......oh? This was seriously the first student she saw who sat down, not due to slipping upon the floor either. Though, upon seeing the Ravenclaw robes the girl was wearing, Medea smiled. The house already perfectly matched the youngster. Should....she say something? She should say something. Or just watch. "Zradsti, Miss Merivel." she greeted the third year as she passed by. Slowly. So slowly. Robbed? Her? Them? As serious of a topic that was, Medea couldn't help but chuckle. Goodness gracious, grey hairs from stress...from being robbed? Oh, children didn't get grey hairs. "Miss Cambridge..." Hold the snidget. The fifth's year hair DID kinda look different. Must've been the light though. Must've been. "No, ve didn't get robbed." Alright, seriously. She could've sworn she hadn't made the floor THAT slippery. Although, now that she thought about it, her shoes were of a different make. Probably had a little more traction than the students'. "Goodness. Careful, Mister Rehman. Are you alright?" Was it just her or were the older students reeeeaaally laying on the grumpy mood this morning? Was there some party last night and now they were just tired? "Good morning, Miss Lockwood." she nodded towards the Slytherin. Staring. Watching. Squinting. Thinking. COMING TO CONCLUSIONS. Goodness, a lot of these kids looked worse for wear today. Though it just seemed over the top to her that someone even brought a cane in. Really, what in Merlin's beard was going on? They were acting like old people! Was it an assignment? It was an assignment wasn't it... Muggle studies maybe? Potions? She'd almost missed the sixth year's greeting, having been focused solely on the two Hufflepuffs who joined them previously, though her gaze snapped to the Slytherin as she...almost slipped. "Oh, good morning Miss...Emerson." Oh yes, there was an Astrid Emerson on her roster. Giving a slight nod to the two quiet Ravenclaws who'd arrived, she was a bit too distracted to mind the lack of greeting from the both of them, eyeing those students whom looked more like they should be at the healer's office than here. If it wasn't an assignment, then there was some virus going on. Surely. Winter weather was a terrible pain at times with colds and flus. ....... ................. Didn't she just fix the entrance area? Squinting at the floor, the Professor headed over to re-fix it. Or at least the area she apparently missed. The floor needed to be slippery, but not THAT slippery. "Dobro outro, Mister Bolton." she smiled to the Gryffindor, searching for those particularly slippery places by sliding her feet across the floor. "Helloooooo, Mister Radley." she greeted warmly, somewhat distracted with pointing her wand at the floor and muttering something under her breath. That...should fix it. STAY! FLOOR! Stay. "Good...morning..." Did her ears decieve her? Glancing up from her task, she watched the Hufflepuff join the rest of the class. Good Merlin, was there really a happy older student in her lesson today? Shrugging to herself, she rubbed her ear and went back to making the floor a little less slippery. How 'bout that. Oh, goodness, Merlin. Her faith that a few happy students would show up was returning. "Good morning, Mister Summers!" she smiled back at the boy. Well, no. Not boy. Young man. "Or should I say, Head Boy. Congratulations." If one more student came in here looking like a tired sloth, she was going to turn her lesson into an outdoor marathon. Or she'd think about it at least. "Helloooooo, Mister Messer. Better than most of your classmates, I can confidently say." she chuckled lightly. Really. They looked awful. The more smiles there were, the merrier the class would be. "You could say that." she laughed, glancing to the shiny floors. As far as she knew though, most of the super slippery parts were fixed so...no more super sliding, right? "Good day, Mister Bay." she greeted the fifth year in her usual warm and welcoming manner. "Good mooorning, Mister Lecium." she said with a tad song like nature, smiling towards the Hufflepuff. "My summer vos very nice, thank you. I do hope yours was a memorable one." This was the first student where she'd actually noticed the contrast in hair color. Suddenly reminded of Alexa's comments about recieving grey hairs because of stress, Medea absentmindedly raised an eyebrow. Were NEWTS really this stressful nowawadays? "Dobro outro, Miss Delaine." "Good day, Miss Edwards." she smiled. "Oh, it vos excellent, yes. I hope yours vos as vell?" It was always lovely to see the youngsters make it to lessons on time. The castle was rather large, and so very many places one could get lost. "Good morning, Miss Granger." she smiled and nodded to the Hufflepuff first year. Oh yes, the Gryffindor with the unusual yet splendid name. "Godo morning, Miss Goldman." Christmas Goldman. How wonderful was that? "It vos lovely, thank you. I hope yours vos a memorable one." This wasn't another young student already receiving facial whiskers, was it? It was just the light, right? These students were growing up waaaay too fast! SHE REMEMBERED AS JUST BABIES! Sorta. First years. Close enough. "Good morning, Mister Newell." she smiled towards the youngster. More smiley students. The more the merrier! "Hello, Mister Romalotti." she smiled in return at the boy, before taking a glance at her watch. Her newly charmed watch, that is. Told the time perfectly and wasn't all...not perfect...anymore. Oh my, it was getting very close to class starting. "Hello, Miss Greenwell." she nodded to the Gryffindor, noting the lack of falling to the floor. GOOD. With a final glance to her watch, Medea looked up and started to wave her wand at the double doors to close them. Though suddenly stopped, due to an almost latecomer. Alright. Was that all of them? Waiting a few more seconds for any possible last students to round the corner, she waved her wand...and the doors creaked shut. Okay then. Taking a deep breath, she moved back to her position at the front of the class...before moving to the third row of seats upon the stands so she could see everyone. What was there, one student who was sitting? With a slippery floor like they had, you'd think they'd sit. "You may sit down, you know." she smiled in amusement, giving them a verbal nudge. Yes, sit. You all looked like death. Most...anyways. "Before ve begin..." Taking her own seat upon the stands, she crossed a leg over the other and continued. "Does anyone vont to tell me vot's up? Vos there a party last night or something? Or is this some unusual assignment you've received?" What was with all the ancient looking souls, HUH? The chuckling made her think just maybe the Professor wasn't actually taking her seriously and truthfully...that annoyed her more than the slippery floor and the missing furniture. This was serious business!!! HER HAIR was going GREY. Before you knew it it would be white. Given the original colour she was surprized it didn't just skip ahead to white. Ughhhh. Oh but then it looked like the woman finally noticed half her head was covered in grey hair. Finally. "Good to know." She said, taking a seat on the floor after much laboured moving and trying not to work out her back too much. It was feeling a lot tighter than she remembered and she was praying whatever happened to Professor Airey wouldn't get to her. No big back cracking pain please. Ow...ow...ow...Ahhhh. Okay. Seated. Lex raised her hand, not knowing about anyone else but herself in all this. "I'm getting grey hairs Professor, I've tried dying it blonde again and had Lottie try with magic but it just went right back and keeps spreading. If this is an assignment, I haven't been told about it and would like some extra credit for being an involuntary test subject. I take all rewards in candy where possible." And a solemn nod. It wasn't Romanos' doing but she hung out in the staffroom. Surely she'd pass along the message. *"And in future, can I suggest no assignments that give me joint stiffness and wrinkles? Please? Daddy's starting to wonder what I'm doing with all the wrinkle cream."* Keeping wrinkles under control obviously. No way was she walking around with less than perfect skin and that coming from Alexa was saying A LOT. __________________ Imma say all the words inside my head____________________________________ ______________________________I'm fired up and tired of the way that things are said.