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StarShine · 05-28-2015, 08:42 AM

Text Cut: Marsha!

Cosgrach didn't know if she had brought her potions book particularly to flatter him, or if it really was what she wanted to read. Either way, it worked: he liked her a bit more already; because Cosgrach Culloden was one of those people who just loved flattery.

He hung his coat, was happy to note that she sat down without waiting for his approval, and flopped on his own ~~throne~~ chair.

"I'm fine, thank you," he smiled at her, "how about you?" He pointed at the candy in front of her.

"You can take if you want." Feeling better immediately guaranteed.

SPOILER!!: Norahrah <3

Quote:

Originally Posted by Sararara

Norah watched Professor Culloden carefully to make sure he was extra super duper trustworthy before making her request. APPARENTLY fourteen wasn't all sunshine and rainbows which was totally unfair because they should've put some sort of warning in the job description. Like, you know, saying that being a teenager is all sorts of overrated and you don't even get to make up the rules or have small children as servants or get super tall or anything because if she'd known THAT beforehand she wouldn't have bothered with the whole growing up thing anyway. So obviously she had to stare him down, or else he'd do that chucking thing again that made it seem like Norah Lillian Kittredge was tap dancing on a cloud with lots of cake and happy things, because sometimes she wasn't. Such as now. Lame. Totally lame.

She paused her staring because CANDY, and reached out to pick a red one because red was the best flavor by law. That part hadn't changed whens she became a teenager, which only solidified her idea that candy was the best thing in the entire world. She didn't eat it, though, because important things were happening. She did bring out her politest "Thank you," though, because you had to be polite to people if you wanted them to do stuff for you. She'd figured that part out all by herself.

The fourth year stroked an imaginary beard as she thought of the best way to phrase what she needed. Stroking an imaginary beard always seemed to help, but no matter how hard she tried she never seemed to be able to grow her own. That bit hadn't gotten any easier at fourteen either. SEE? The entire thing was a lie. "WELL," she began, leaning forward to make sure he was LISTENING, and not just doing that grownup thing where they pretended to listen but were really just plotting the best way to embarrass you. Like with cheek pinching. Ew. "I need a potion that'll make me good at stuff. I haven't really decided what specifically, but I need to be good at stuff. Being good at everything would work too." Norah squinted at him. Was he following? He had to know how to do this, right? Sophie Brown was his favorite according to that paper thingy that said weird things about people, and she was good at everything so he had to know. "So yeah. How do I get good at stuff? I thought growing up would be enough but I'm still bad at everything so I think I need your professional help."

Was... Norah... stroking an imaginary beard?

Not gonna laugh... nononono, that'd completely ruin her confidence... no... oh Merlin!

And he did manage not to laugh. He was A+ adult, see? He held back a laughter - okay, he snorted and OKAY he hid his smile behind his hand and he even frowned to look like he was serious. Okay... he got this...

Oh, she was also INNOCENT, wasn't she? Cosgrach removed his hand from his face, now that the urge to laugh was over, and looked at her with only a trace of a smile.

"Do you mean concentration potions? Or do you want physical strength?" His job was also to understand what lied beneath 'stuff' word.

He was clearly underpaid.

05-28-2015, 08:42 AM	#6 (permalink)
StarShine DoM Kappa Join Date: Mar 2009 Location: Cell culture hood Posts: 13,005 Hogwarts RPG Name: Mona Deandra Hellmann Gryffindor First Year x5 x6	¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls Text Cut: Marsha! Quote: Originally Posted by Tiro MacMhuirich Grinning, wide Marsha looked up as she heard the Professor walked towards her. She closed her book happily, she’d gotten a chapter read. That was good, it wasn’t too much that she had gotten bored which was always good in her book. Hehehe, gedddit? Book? Snicker. Skipping into his office she held the book against her chest as she waited for him to close the day. Once the door was closed, she plopped down onto the chair on the right, opposite him. Gosh, these chairs were comfortable. She even thought she would be able to sleep in these chairs if it came down to it. What did Professor Culloden do with his chairs to make them this comforable? ”How are you, Professor?” She asked him, with a smile. Cosgrach didn't know if she had brought her potions book particularly to flatter him, or if it really was what she wanted to read. Either way, it worked: he liked her a bit more already; because Cosgrach Culloden was one of those people who just loved flattery. He hung his coat, was happy to note that she sat down without waiting for his approval, and flopped on his own ~~throne~~ chair. "I'm fine, thank you," he smiled at her, "how about you?" He pointed at the candy in front of her. "You can take if you want." Feeling better immediately guaranteed. SPOILER!!: Norahrah <3 Quote: Originally Posted by Sararara Norah watched Professor Culloden carefully to make sure he was extra super duper trustworthy before making her request. APPARENTLY fourteen wasn't all sunshine and rainbows which was totally unfair because they should've put some sort of warning in the job description. Like, you know, saying that being a teenager is all sorts of overrated and you don't even get to make up the rules or have small children as servants or get super tall or anything because if she'd known THAT beforehand she wouldn't have bothered with the whole growing up thing anyway. So obviously she had to stare him down, or else he'd do that chucking thing again that made it seem like Norah Lillian Kittredge was tap dancing on a cloud with lots of cake and happy things, because sometimes she wasn't. Such as now. Lame. Totally lame. She paused her staring because CANDY, and reached out to pick a red one because red was the best flavor by law. That part hadn't changed whens she became a teenager, which only solidified her idea that candy was the best thing in the entire world. She didn't eat it, though, because important things were happening. She did bring out her politest "Thank you," though, because you had to be polite to people if you wanted them to do stuff for you. She'd figured that part out all by herself. The fourth year stroked an imaginary beard as she thought of the best way to phrase what she needed. Stroking an imaginary beard always seemed to help, but no matter how hard she tried she never seemed to be able to grow her own. That bit hadn't gotten any easier at fourteen either. SEE? The entire thing was a lie. "WELL," she began, leaning forward to make sure he was LISTENING, and not just doing that grownup thing where they pretended to listen but were really just plotting the best way to embarrass you. Like with cheek pinching. Ew. "I need a potion that'll make me good at stuff. I haven't really decided what specifically, but I need to be good at stuff. Being good at everything would work too." Norah squinted at him. Was he following? He had to know how to do this, right? Sophie Brown was his favorite according to that paper thingy that said weird things about people, and she was good at everything so he had to know. "So yeah. How do I get good at stuff? I thought growing up would be enough but I'm still bad at everything so I think I need your professional help." Was... Norah... stroking an imaginary beard? Not gonna laugh... nononono, that'd completely ruin her confidence... no... oh Merlin! And he did manage not to laugh. He was A+ adult, see? He held back a laughter - okay, he snorted and OKAY he hid his smile behind his hand and he even frowned to look like he was serious. Okay... he got this... Oh, she was also INNOCENT, wasn't she? Cosgrach removed his hand from his face, now that the urge to laugh was over, and looked at her with only a trace of a smile. "Do you mean concentration potions? Or do you want physical strength?" His job was also to understand what lied beneath 'stuff' word. He was clearly underpaid.