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Hera · 07-03-2014, 10:00 AM

SPOILER!!: Gavin

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

Contrary to Emily's belief Gavin could see room for a bit more hatred where the language was concerned. Children had a knack for becoming impassioned about the things they hated, he'd seen it first hand. Zeke could be worse, though he doubted it would be at the hands of his nieces. That would have been a stretch. "You know...that offer of wit-sharpening potion is still on the table. I have a few vials left over, they could come in handy. Who's to say he won't learn more while under one of those?" A potioneer's solution to what might have been a very simple problem but there you had it. Becoming Senior Undersecretary did nothing to curb his dependence on potions. Not even a little. "It's not like it matters anyway. He's got what? 4 months of school left then he's headed to Hogwarts where he won't be needing any of that every again. I can't see any harm in him failing through the muggle system." It's why he and his siblings were never put through such rigors. Their system was inadequate at best.

A girl's gotta eat hardly justified all that she'd bought and if he wasn't mistaken--which he obviously wasn't-- there was something else in the bag. "How have you not been admitted to St. Mungo's yet?" He questioned, leaning forward onto the table and giving her a look as if this were genuine curiosity and not condemnation. Of course they both knew what it really was. No denying it.

His gaze mirrored hers until he spotted the two by the sofa. Wasn't that Williamson? He'd have waved or given some other indication of recognition but the man seemed preoccupied with his company and Gavin was hardly one to intrude so instead he turned his attention back to Emily. "You might drop dead before then and this compromise would have been in vain. You never know when the next pastry will be your last." A perfectly dismal outlook on things yes, he was aware but one of them had to think this way. Couldn't be carried off by the promise of sweet things. They often lied.

She didn't waste any time in sipping from her coffee... but her lips were too sorry to part with it, and so it turned out she easily down a third of the cup before forcing herself to leave it there. "Do me a favour," she started, pushing her cup further back and drew the bag nearer to her, "spike his juice when we get there, he needs all the help he can get." She wasn't going to see him fail and mope around the house again with the I told you so. Those were words she'd soon rather have him write out a hundred times and eat for breakfast. With regard to his education not mattering... Emily couldn't agree with that. "I can see a lot of harm in it. Without literacy and numeracy he'll struggle even in our world, and knowing French wouldn't hurt, all things considered." If they were going to keep using it around him, and make the occasional trip to the country, the boy would benefit from knowing how to hold a conversation in it all on his own. Knowing he'd soon be at Hogwarts did nothing to make her feel better. A strange sensation. She'd... miss him, and be worried sick about him too. The trouble he could get into, and if he was struggling with muggle school, what hope did he really have of doing much better at Hogwarts? Learning was learning.

Feeling slightly dejected with the turn the conversation had taken, Emily reached her arm into the bag and removed the last item. A chocolate creme croissant... which she was claiming ahead of her sandwich. Proper food could wait. Her hazel eyes flickered up at Gavin's question, and his expression only served to amuse her. She didn't have an answer for it, sarcastic, rhetorical or otherwise and so instead she just made a show of her glowing healthy habits by tearing off the corner of her croissant, exposing the rich dark chocolate cream and popped it in her mouth. "I manage," she added as an after thought.

Gavin's dramatics, only lifted her mood more, and now she was back to that good, happy state she was in only moments ago. "You seem to be awfully vested in my diet, Mr. Isaacs," she noted, picking off more of her croissant and washing it down with coffee. "But don't you have a potion for that?" she teased. Something to stop her from getting fat, developing diabetes or any other ailment she might ingest through buttery, flaky pastry.

"Now try your coffee, I poured it in a cup with patience and love." Yeah, that stuff. Either way, the brew was life changing and he ought to show his appreciation.

07-03-2014, 10:00 AM	#14 (permalink)
Hera Abraxan Join Date: Sep 2003 Location: Perth, AU (GMT +8) Posts: 25,070 Hogwarts RPG Name: Jasper Hart Graduated x10 x10	½ EagleBrain ♥ Creeperdoodle ♥ Raven Dor ♥ Berry ♥ ½ Team House Elf SPOILER!!: Gavin Quote: Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo Contrary to Emily's belief Gavin could see room for a bit more hatred where the language was concerned. Children had a knack for becoming impassioned about the things they hated, he'd seen it first hand. Zeke could be worse, though he doubted it would be at the hands of his nieces. That would have been a stretch. "You know...that offer of wit-sharpening potion is still on the table. I have a few vials left over, they could come in handy. Who's to say he won't learn more while under one of those?" A potioneer's solution to what might have been a very simple problem but there you had it. Becoming Senior Undersecretary did nothing to curb his dependence on potions. Not even a little. "It's not like it matters anyway. He's got what? 4 months of school left then he's headed to Hogwarts where he won't be needing any of that every again. I can't see any harm in him failing through the muggle system." It's why he and his siblings were never put through such rigors. Their system was inadequate at best. A girl's gotta eat hardly justified all that she'd bought and if he wasn't mistaken--which he obviously wasn't-- there was something else in the bag. "How have you not been admitted to St. Mungo's yet?" He questioned, leaning forward onto the table and giving her a look as if this were genuine curiosity and not condemnation. Of course they both knew what it really was. No denying it. His gaze mirrored hers until he spotted the two by the sofa. Wasn't that Williamson? He'd have waved or given some other indication of recognition but the man seemed preoccupied with his company and Gavin was hardly one to intrude so instead he turned his attention back to Emily. "You might drop dead before then and this compromise would have been in vain. You never know when the next pastry will be your last." A perfectly dismal outlook on things yes, he was aware but one of them had to think this way. Couldn't be carried off by the promise of sweet things. They often lied. She didn't waste any time in sipping from her coffee... but her lips were too sorry to part with it, and so it turned out she easily down a third of the cup before forcing herself to leave it there. "Do me a favour," she started, pushing her cup further back and drew the bag nearer to her, "spike his juice when we get there, he needs all the help he can get." She wasn't going to see him fail and mope around the house again with the I told you so. Those were words she'd soon rather have him write out a hundred times and eat for breakfast. With regard to his education not mattering... Emily couldn't agree with that. "I can see a lot of harm in it. Without literacy and numeracy he'll struggle even in our world, and knowing French wouldn't hurt, all things considered." If they were going to keep using it around him, and make the occasional trip to the country, the boy would benefit from knowing how to hold a conversation in it all on his own. Knowing he'd soon be at Hogwarts did nothing to make her feel better. A strange sensation. She'd... miss him, and be worried sick about him too. The trouble he could get into, and if he was struggling with muggle school, what hope did he really have of doing much better at Hogwarts? Learning was learning. Feeling slightly dejected with the turn the conversation had taken, Emily reached her arm into the bag and removed the last item. A chocolate creme croissant... which she was claiming ahead of her sandwich. Proper food could wait. Her hazel eyes flickered up at Gavin's question, and his expression only served to amuse her. She didn't have an answer for it, sarcastic, rhetorical or otherwise and so instead she just made a show of her glowing healthy habits by tearing off the corner of her croissant, exposing the rich dark chocolate cream and popped it in her mouth. "I manage," she added as an after thought. Gavin's dramatics, only lifted her mood more, and now she was back to that good, happy state she was in only moments ago. "You seem to be awfully vested in my diet, Mr. Isaacs," she noted, picking off more of her croissant and washing it down with coffee. "But don't you have a potion for that?" she teased. Something to stop her from getting fat, developing diabetes or any other ailment she might ingest through buttery, flaky pastry. *"Now try your coffee, I poured it in a cup with patience and love."* Yeah, that stuff. Either way, the brew was life changing and he ought to show his appreciation. __________________