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Originally Posted by GrapehGrape Adelaide just sat and listened to Flamsteed, biting on her lip. She knew she had been stupid in that. Honestly she was shocked she hadn't thought about the statute before coming here. Probably just because her friends were more worried about the housing than anything.
She cracked a slight smile at the mention of the 'Jedi code'. Of course her inner-nerdy self was happy at that little mention. "I'll try my hardest, professor. I promise." Try was all she could do at the moment though. Because teenage emotions sucked.
Addi stared at the plate of brownies. She had already lost her appetite. Didn't even really want the tea anymore. That was okay though. Flamsteed could always eat them later.
She sighed. "I'm going home with my friend Derry for the holidays...and her and a couple others have said they'll talk to their parents and see if I can stay with them until I get more on my feet." Adelaide smiled. She really had picked a great group of friends. "I'm also going to apply to some unis and go do some open quidditch tryouts." Fingers crossed on the quidditch thing. But at least she had some things in mind. Better than having nothing at the moment. This was still a surreal experience, being an authority and some-what voice of reason for young minds. Although he was sure many would argue the voice of reason notion because he was hardly a reasonable individual when it came to actions and quirks. His mind was entirely reasonable. Perhaps too much so... But he was getting distracted with self analysis in attempt to not focus on the tears that were still trying to force their way out of Miss Adams' eyes.
But then there was a SMILE and he felt better about the situation and was able to refocus entirely and even returned the smile. He was very VERY relieved that the Slytherin had not gotten in trouble with the law. Could have really ruined her future having something like that on her record. "Stellar. And if you need some way to help channel that frustration I am sure we can think of something. Professor Romanos is quite knowledgeable with various forms of yoga that could be beneficial. Just as an example." He, one the other hand, painted his mecha models and ironed his ties when he was frustrated and in a rage.
Ironing was very soothing, in case anyone was not aware. Very soothing. Except when one ironed one's lips.
"That is very kind of Miss Ferrier and her family," he nodded, not sure if he should smile or not at all this. He had no connections in terms of housing for the young snakette and he certainly couldn't offer his place of residence - for A LOT of reasons - so he was relieved that her friends were there to help and support her. Talking about the future seemed like a good idea and natural course of the conversation - not to mention a happy tpoic to refocus on."Well, if you need a recommendation for those university applications just let me know. It would be an honor to write one for you." And rather easy as well since he only had good things to say about her.
He caught her glance towards the brownies and suddenly remembered he was taste testing them and ever so sloooooooowly reached out to pluck another from the plate. A new flavor this time.
"What do you think you want to focus on in university? Astronomy?" Cue eager wiggly brows. Wishful thinking perhaps, but worth asking and plugging.
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