Originally Posted by Tazenhani

Sabel just sort of blinked, at the Holwer, momentarily distracted from Lecium's question. It was only when the paper reduced itself to ash that he stired, putting one finger in his ear to try and stop the echoing yell that had filled the small waiting area. "Well, that has to be the most pleasant Howler in the History of Hogwarts."

He didn't catch what Benny had breathed, and figured the boy had some inclination as to what the loud letter was about. As far as it pertained to him, or this conversation, it didn't matter much. So, he shrugged it off, unconcerned. "Not like you asked for it."

Ergo, he couldn't really be blamed, now could he?

Once satisfied that he could properly hear out of his ear, Sabel returned his attention to the matter at hand. "You'll learn some of it in classes. As for the more particular and detailed occurrences of Dark Magic and creatures, I would speak to Thompson first. See what pointers he can give you, and then come back if you have further questions."

It wasn't that he was trying to ship the kid off to another Professor. Simply that Thompson was the creature's Professor, and ergo much more suited to such topics than he was. It was a matter of taking one thing at a time. He just hoped the kid didn't take it as a rejection.

His attention slid to Benny, both to see if he had regained his composure after the Howler and if he had any inquiries of his own to make.



Sabel did his absolute best not to make a face at the career choice. Potioneer. Sure, he was completely biased on his opionion of potions and anything to do with them, which was why he strode for a semi-interested to neutral expression. No sense in bringing her excitment down just because he couldn't imagine such a career. Plus, she was actually indulging in the s'mores with him, so he could try for a little bit of understanding.

"Sounds like you're all set with a good plan." But hold on, what was this now?

One of his eyebrows went up as he passed her two graham crackers. This was the second one as of yet. "How about, you worry less about what marks you're going to get, and more about what you stand to take away from the class and remember."

Maybe he could talk to Truebridge about hexing the whole 'mark' system of DADA. It didn't seem to line up with the purpose of the class. Marks, for how well they did on learning how to defend themselves, how to stay alive. Really, alive was alive and dead was dead. It was one hundred percent, or none. Though he supposed, that made his answer pretty simple. They would all pass, provided they all stayed alive. Or didn't pull something horrendously stupid.

Originally Posted by Expecto-Penguin

Kace nodded and got what all he needed to know. "Well thank you Professor Dakest. You did help me a lot.." he took the sheet he made notes on. "I will come back if I have any more questions.." He did know where he was going and where his future was heading that was a start. "I shall see you around in lessons.." he said and shook his hand. Then he got his backpack and left the room and on his way to go make an appointment with Professor Thompson.