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SPOILER!!: Miss 500 Miles Per Hour Quote:
Originally Posted by Stormdancer  If Sha only knew the thoughts running through Professor Draper’s mind, she would love the nickname Miss Roadrunner or Miss 500 Miles Per Hour… but alas, she didn’t know that she had been granted nicknames by the man… so she would have to wait for him to slip up to make any form of comment on it.
A favourite. Creature. Are. You. Kidding. They were all amazing, how on earth did ANY sane person expect Marsha Hanover, animal lover, to choose? ”No, not really.” She replied, shaking her head and making her ponytail bounce. ”I have loved every creature I have come into contact with so far. We fed and hand reared Griffins and baby dragons in my first year… and I have two fairies, a horse and a cat of my own. We have stables at home so I’ve been working with animals since I was little… my Great-Aunt is a Dragon Expert!” HOW COOL WAS THAT?
Eyes going wide, she BEAMED at him. ”Really? I would love to! Thank you so much.” Even if he didn’t read everything of hers, she would read everything of his. Any experience and tips would be welcomed. Surprisingly, her notes on her Creature Care were accurate, concise and documented. They weren’t lengthy as she usually wrote on parchment before transcribing into her journal to make sure that she didn’t waffle. Professor Thomson had informed her that they were serious journals to keep and you wanted to be proud of them when it came to submitting your applications after Hogwarts. It was the best advice she had been given to date.
She nodded her head, unable to feel a small iota of pride seep through as she answered his query. ”Yes! I got picked to be on Great Britain’s Youth Athletic’s team. I’m a runner. Long distance mostly, but I’m trying to pick up my sprinting times to see if I can diversify.” She grinned at him, unsure if a new Professor would be impressed with that or not - but she had Professor Airey’s consent and permission which was what mattered…. for School purposes anyway. ”As I’m here and can’t be at the training sessions all of the time, I need to keep detailed logs of my training to show my coaches when I do go back.” She nodded once again, happy that Professor Draper seemed nice and like he was going to let her help with his Creatures… the Hogwart’s Creatures? Whichever way, Creatures. James wasn’t planning to let his nickname game slip anytime soon, unfortunately. He was playing careful for now. Though he did have to congratulate himself because Miss Roadrunner was quite the discovery.
Ah, no then? No favorites. That was fine. He could work with that. Though he stopped listening after her ‘No, not really’ everything else felt like unimportant details. He was right, of course. All unimportant, to him anyways. He had worked with many dragon experts, nothing that would’ve impressed him. Good for her Great-Aunt though. Did James have one of those? A Great-Aunt. It was foolish at that point. Why call them a relative at all if they were that distant of a family member? Silly. He waited politely until Miss 500 Miles Per Hour stopped running her mouth—which took AGES, by the way— before continuing his own train of thought. ”I’m sure if you come to me later on in the term once I’ve established some more order around here,” not to say that he hadn’t already established order. There were just a few more things that he needed to attend to first. The first Saturday of the school year was much too early to make proper decisions. ”I can find some extra work you can do around here, build up your resume maybe?” And make his life a whole hell of a lot easier. Was she interested? He raised a brow, tilting himself forward, ever-so-slightly.
Er… On second thought, maybe he should’ve waited before offering her the journal exchange. Though the thought was already said and she had already processed it in her mind, her mouth running at 500 miles per hour with her thoughts on the matter. Definitely should’ve waited. But alas, the mistake was already made. ”Anything on the shelf behind me, fair game. Though, I ask you return them within a timely manner.” If she could read as fast as she spoke and processed, then they wouldn’t have a problem. He didn’t care whether or not she decided to read through his journals, but James thought they were very interesting selections. Of his own time at Hogwarts, whilst serving military in the Brunei forests, and then his own years of explorations within Asia afterwards. And if he did say so himself, his commentary was O-level entertainment. Worth a good laugh or two. Though that may have been his own confidence speaking. Ahem.
And remember that time he said he’d regret asking about her personal life? Yeah. He regretted it. Spot on. Again he only listened to her first few comments before graciously tuning the girl out. Still he nodded because looking attentive meant he had to play the part. He didn’t often do this to students, but sweet Circe this one said too much and he was growing tired. ”Very impressive,” hardly. But it was ironic. Miss Roadrunner was actually indeed a roadrunner. How is it that he was always so spot on? Grinning smugly to himself, he took a small sip of his coffee before letting his gaze return to the over anim
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