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ArianaBlack · 01-08-2016, 03:03 AM

SPOILER!!: Ailsa!

Seven O'Clock on a Sunday morning was not a time that normal however-many-year-olds were up and running. Luckily for Ms. Alisa Denaker, James Draper prided himself on not being a normal however-many-year-old. Thirty three, if that detail was of any importance. Which it wasn't. What was of importance was that Professor Draper was sat inside his office, already leaning back in his chair with black coffee sat ready on his desk. He was seizing the day. Writing down some scattered notes for future lessons, enjoying the quiet that the morning had to offer.

Mornings meant he was in a good mood. Fortunately for Ailsa and James both.

As he lifted his quill from the parchment in front of him he heard a knock on the door. Ah? Who could it possibly be? Seven in the morning was not a very popular time, however, many of his visitors had been of the early-rising variety. Had word somehow gotten out that James was more chipper at this point in the day? Hopefully so.

The Professor didn't bother to flick the door open with his wand, however, with eyes still on his notes he called out loud enough so that his visitor could hear, "Come in," hopefully it wasn't that wretched Poncho Man again. James had enough of him to last an entire three years at this school.

OOC: You can now post inside Professor Draper's office!

01-08-2016, 03:03 AM	#20 (permalink)
ArianaBlack Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: #ff5470 \| #3b2f2f Posts: 13,746 Hogwarts RPG Name: Laini Gracae-Ryans Slytherin Seventh Year x10 x1	la la la Different timelines are beautiful things doesn't proofread tweets \| #wrongaboutcereal \| #siriusly? \| emo to the extremo SPOILER!!: Ailsa! Quote: Originally Posted by Mirali Seven o'clock on a Sunday morning. Not a time that 11-year-olds are normally expected to have already been wandering around for an hour or so but being up early meant that Ailsa had some time to wander before her cousin's antics created chaos around her. Plus, it was a glorious morning. The sky was clear, birds were flitting about, or, if they got too close to the Whomping Willow, being flung about. She still wasn't sure what she thought about that. On the one hand, it didn't seem terribly good for the birds. But on the other hand, how could you blame a plant? I mean, one didn't get angry with spiders just because they sometimes caught butterflies. Ailsa supposed the Whomping Willow was one of those things that just was and just had to be lived with. The little antechamber for the professor's office next to the barn was bright from the plentiful windows, but warm. She cracked a window slightly to allow some of the wonderful morning air into the room before knocking, once, lightly, on the professor's door. It was probably too early in the morning, but she'd put off exploring long enough. And she missed the animals back home, so maybe this would be something of a substitute. While she waited for the professor, she leaned on the sill of the open window, watching the sun filter through the trees. A little jumping spider abseiled from the window's exterior frame and she watched it for several moments, studying it before it disappeared into a small crack in the stone. Seven O'Clock on a Sunday morning was not a time that normal however-many-year-olds were up and running. Luckily for Ms. Alisa Denaker, James Draper prided himself on not being a normal however-many-year-old. Thirty three, if that detail was of any importance. Which it wasn't. What was of importance was that Professor Draper was sat inside his office, already leaning back in his chair with black coffee sat ready on his desk. He was seizing the day. Writing down some scattered notes for future lessons, enjoying the quiet that the morning had to offer. Mornings meant he was in a good mood. Fortunately for Ailsa and James both. As he lifted his quill from the parchment in front of him he heard a knock on the door. Ah? Who could it possibly be? Seven in the morning was not a very popular time, however, many of his visitors had been of the early-rising variety. Had word somehow gotten out that James was more chipper at this point in the day? Hopefully so. The Professor didn't bother to flick the door open with his wand, however, with eyes still on his notes he called out loud enough so that his visitor could hear, "Come in," hopefully it wasn't that wretched Poncho Man again. James had enough of him to last an entire three years at this school. OOC: You can now post inside Professor Draper's office! __________________