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SPOILER!!: Marsha's so cute ugh<3 Quote:
Originally Posted by Stormdancer  ”Hanover.” Sha supplied quickly as he greeted her. ”My name is Marsha Hanover, though most people call me Sha.” She nodded her head as she continued to walk over to his desk and when he didn’t tell her not to sit down, made herself comfortable in one of the chairs opposite him at the desk. One leg slipped over the other as she perched on the edge of the chair… and she looked tiny. It was huge.
Beaming wide at him, she tried not to bounce on the seat. Seriously, she did try so she noded her head happily instead as he said her interest was noted. ”I can’t wait. I love creatures and animals… and although I’m only just becoming a third year, our Professor in my first year allowed me to join in a few of his lessons when I could. Last year, I wasn’t allowed as the class was being led by one of the Centaurs… but now that I’m a third year, I’m definitely going to be here as I’ve chosen it as one of my electives… and I would really like to work with Creatures after I leave Hogwarts too.”
She paused for breath, getting excited about filling the Professor in with how much she loved animals and creatures AND how much she would help him if he let her. In fact, I spoke to Professor Thomson about my love of creatures and how I wanted to study them at University and continue to work with them and he said that I should start to keep a journal on the animals I have helped to look after and what I have done, etc., and I’ve been keeping that log since then.” She grinned at him… but wondered if she was not giving him TOO much information. Blushing slightly she paused and added a softer ”Sorry, I get a little bit passionate.”
Shaking her head, Marsha smiled. ”No, I don’t really like lying in bed too long. It’s a waste of my day.” She smiled at him. ”I’m currently in training, so I do my workout and my run in the morning before classes, I’ve just finished now and I was on my way back to the castle to have a shower before breakfast… when I thought I could maybe talk to you first and then talk to some of the Creatures? I’m missing my horse Chestnut already even though it has only been a few days.” And she was doing it again… talking too much. ”Miss Hanover,” he nodded only repeating it so that he could keep it placed in his head. Otherwise he might’ve accidentally called her “500 Miles Per Hour” because that is how fast and eagerly she spoke. And it was starting to get very exhausting, very quickly. He also tried to keep note of her first name and her preference with “Sha”, though he would not be needing that last one. He was starting to develop a very bad habit of nicknaming those he came across. It was starting to get rather unhealthy. At some point he was going to let one slip and it’d all be over.
He supposed he ought to have offered her a seat, but why did it matter when the lot of them would sit without being asked anyways? And she did take a seat, so that only confirmed the thought. Offering wasn’t necessary. So hopefully she wouldn’t mind the fact that she wouldn’t be offered any treats either, James wasn’t one of those pansy Professors that did that. If she wanted pansy she could stop by Santa’s place or the Poncho Man’s. Both equally distasteful.
And there she went again. Miss 500 Miles Per Hour. He leaned back in his chair, listening. For the most part. ”Have any particular creature you’re interested in? Or just the general lot of them?” Surely he’d be able to put this one to good use. She was eager enough, why not harness all that energy. James had a few ideas.
And there she went again. Like a Roadrunner….. A “little bit” passionate, she said. Right. James had a hard time keeping his face neutral and his expression probably mirrored his concern for this girl’s sanity. Did she ever stop for breath? ”Ah, Professor Thompson sounds like a smart man,” James nodded though he most definitely surpassed that intellect with his own, he was sure. He nodded behind him, to the several journals stacked on the shelf, ”I used to keep journals as well,” he gave her a SMALL grin, deciding that once you got past all the words, this one wasn’t absolutely terrible. ”If you ever want to exchange…” James couldn’t promise he’d read through her entire journal as if it was anything like her speaking was then Merlin help them both, but he could take a peek. Give her suggestions.
He was thankful for the pause in her speech, as short as it felt, but again lifted his head as she went into more detail. Roadrunner most definitely. ”In training?” he inquired, letting his curiosity get the best of him. Though he was sure to regret asking later. She spoke too much and now he was prompting it. SPOILER!!: I'm sorry about him, i really am Quote:
Originally Posted by kayquilz Paul got comfortable, even if James didn't look comfortable himself. Maybe he was just an uptight sort of fellow! That was perfectly okay! He was a little thirsty, too, but he wasn't going to ask the man to offer him a drink. He would wait patiently!
"I do! He's a white Lagotto Romagnolo...so he's very big." He grinned. "Big and fluffy...his name is actually Charles Fluffington!" he nodded. "He needs walks...and lots of love and affection." He loved his dog! "Milton and I have three more at home; a beagle names Shirley, a golden-doodle named Bugsy, and a collie named Zelda." Ahem. "We have a lot of space..ugh. I just love dogs so much!" He was getting SO excited he was trembling a bit. "Yes yes, he's with me in my office."
And ah..he brought up the Divination professor...Paul averted his gaze, his chest...feeling all tight again. "She...is living in a tent. On the grounds. I visited her earlier and..." he sighed. "It makes me wonder...I.." he just didn't UNDERSTAND. "I just get a bad feeling when I'm around her...and I feel bad, because I hope she feels just as welcome and wanted as you all do..but sweet MERLIN."
Paul blushed. The more Paul got comfortable, the more James got uncomfortable. Not that he would show it because he was still very much his cool, confident self. Just… With a twinge of annoyance plastered all over his entire face. Was Paul thirsty? Good. Because James wouldn’t offer the man anything to drink. Maybe that would be enough of a cause to leave the office. Though, a man could only dream.
…. And there he went. Did James ask for the pressing details of the matter? No. He was just simply confirming that the Banjo Man had a dog. A simple yes would’ve sufficed. But of course, he was given the entire preface, prologue, author’s acknowledgements, backstory, and the epilogue. Wonderful. James pretended to listen the entire time. Though he was actually eyeing the log that was sat in the far corner of the room. Who gifted someone with a log? It was ridiculous. As was the man sitting right in front of him. ”Milton has quite a lot to deal with,” he offered. Talking about Paul and not the dogs. The dogs were the easy part. The banjo strumming hillbilly, that took work. James almost pitied this Milton character, but only almost as the man brought it upon himself. Poor choice. Not his problem.
Though it sort of was his problem now as the problem was sat right across his desk.
And speaking of problems….. ”She… What?” No. Yet another thing gone wrong this term and classes hadn’t even begun yet. Between Shrieking Santa at the feast, Nana’s appearance, reckless food fights, the hippy in his office, and now the hag on the grounds… He was living a nightmare. Hopefully the children wouldn’t be completely unbearable. He needed SOME sort of sign that he had made the right choice by taking the job. ”She smells.” There. He said it. Someone sue him. ”But as long as she keeps her tent where it is… I’m not going anywhere near it.” Of course Banjo Paul went and payed her a visit. Wonder if he gave HER a stump too.
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