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ArianaBlack · 01-10-2016, 06:10 AM

SPOILER!!: You'd be surprised xD

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Originally Posted by Mirali

"Denaker, sir. Ailsa Denaker." There was a pause and then... "The non-food-throwing Denaker," she added just in case Professor Draper had any confusion between Ailsa and her cousin.

The little slip of a girl settled into the chair a bit more comfortably and studied the professor in the same way she'd studied the zebra spider in the antechamber. She hadn't figured there would be anything that needed doing just yet and simply nodded when the professor confirmed it.

Tempted as she was to put him off as simply mean, the way he automatically responded to the Great Dane, and, more importantly, the way the Great Dane obviously cared about the professor, told Ailsa that however brusque this man might be he was about as far from truly being mean-spirited as she was. Animals knew.

The redhead would simply allow her professor to play at being a gruff old man until he tired of it. Which, if some of the old farmers near home were any indication, would probably be sometime around the heat death of the known universe. But that was his choice if he wanted.

When the parchment appeared she was ready, pulling the worn fountain pen from her shirt pocket. While the outside had clearly seen rough use from having spent decades in her grandfather's pocket before it had been handed to her, a keen eye might notice that the nib had been, and continued to be, immaculately kept as she signed, "Ailsa Denaker, Ravenclaw" in a deep green ink.

And then he asked about her farm. She couldn't stop her face from lighting up a little as he gave her the inroad. "Mostly highland cattle, though mam insists on a few sheep because she likes to knit," she paused here for a moment before deciding that a farmer shouldn't shy away from what they do, "and for some variety in meat we get of course. And then there are the animals you end up needing because you have animals." she laughed a little. "For us that's Raq and Ci, the collies, and the barn cats to keep rats out of the feed." She left it there, figuring that he really didn't need to know about all the wild things that lived in their pastures like the badgers (which really were just like Kenneth Grahame had suggested) or even the occasional adder (which really did not deserve the fear everyone had of them). The owls, of course, went without needing any mention.

Ailsa returned to studying the professor, hoping he wouldn't find her family's little farm too pathetic given the sorts of creatures he likely saw every day. It had been a good question to ask, she thought. Good way to suss out whether she actually knew about animals or was merely one of those girls who thought they did because their daddy had bought them a horse or something.

Denaker. He would’ve taken a mental note of the name, but eh. Effort. What she said next, however, had him wonder. ”Is there a food-throwing Denaker I should know about?” ~~and add to my list, he wanted to add~~ he raised his brows. Now she had his interest. Truly a tough feat to pull.

James watched quietly as the girl signed her name. And once she was done, he took the parchment and rolled it up, tucking it into a drawer for his safekeeping. He would’ve just disposed of it, but he would need some help cleaning the stalls at some point. And bathing the hippogriffs. And y’know, maybe he ought to enlist some more student help. There was a lot more to be done than he had given thought to. So yes, keeping this information was good. Good thing he was always two steps ahead.

He knew he had done it once her face did that thing. Sweet Circe. He was going to bite his tongue next time. He probably ought to have been listening to her whole speech, but she was wearing him out. He needed to make some more coffee or something. All mundane creatures,” he noted. ”A muggle farm, I presume?” Or did her family just prefer managing nonmagical creatures? Because even though he was only half listening, pretty sure he didn’t catch any worthwhile ones in her description.

Also, was she confused or was her face always like that?

01-10-2016, 06:10 AM	#18 (permalink)
ArianaBlack Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: #ff5470 \| #3b2f2f Posts: 13,750 Hogwarts RPG Name: Asena Kaplan Hufflepuff Fourth Year x10 x1	doesn't proofread tweets \| #wrongaboutcereal \| #siriusly? \| emo to the extremo SPOILER!!: You'd be surprised xD Quote: Originally Posted by Mirali "Denaker, sir. Ailsa Denaker." There was a pause and then... "The non-food-throwing Denaker," she added just in case Professor Draper had any confusion between Ailsa and her cousin. The little slip of a girl settled into the chair a bit more comfortably and studied the professor in the same way she'd studied the zebra spider in the antechamber. She hadn't figured there would be anything that needed doing just yet and simply nodded when the professor confirmed it. Tempted as she was to put him off as simply mean, the way he automatically responded to the Great Dane, and, more importantly, the way the Great Dane obviously cared about the professor, told Ailsa that however brusque this man might be he was about as far from truly being mean-spirited as she was. Animals knew. The redhead would simply allow her professor to play at being a gruff old man until he tired of it. Which, if some of the old farmers near home were any indication, would probably be sometime around the heat death of the known universe. But that was his choice if he wanted. When the parchment appeared she was ready, pulling the worn fountain pen from her shirt pocket. While the outside had clearly seen rough use from having spent decades in her grandfather's pocket before it had been handed to her, a keen eye might notice that the nib had been, and continued to be, immaculately kept as she signed, "Ailsa Denaker, Ravenclaw" in a deep green ink. And then he asked about her farm. She couldn't stop her face from lighting up a little as he gave her the inroad. "Mostly highland cattle, though mam insists on a few sheep because she likes to knit," she paused here for a moment before deciding that a farmer shouldn't shy away from what they do, "and for some variety in meat we get of course. And then there are the animals you end up needing because you have animals." she laughed a little. "For us that's Raq and Ci, the collies, and the barn cats to keep rats out of the feed." She left it there, figuring that he really didn't need to know about all the wild things that lived in their pastures like the badgers (which really were just like Kenneth Grahame had suggested) or even the occasional adder (which really did not deserve the fear everyone had of them). The owls, of course, went without needing any mention. Ailsa returned to studying the professor, hoping he wouldn't find her family's little farm too pathetic given the sorts of creatures he likely saw every day. It had been a good question to ask, she thought. Good way to suss out whether she actually knew about animals or was merely one of those girls who thought they did because their daddy had bought them a horse or something. Denaker. He would’ve taken a mental note of the name, but eh. Effort. What she said next, however, had him wonder. ”Is there a food-throwing Denaker I should know about?” ~~and add to my list, he wanted to add~~ he raised his brows. Now she had his interest. Truly a tough feat to pull. James watched quietly as the girl signed her name. And once she was done, he took the parchment and rolled it up, tucking it into a drawer for his safekeeping. He would’ve just disposed of it, but he would need some help cleaning the stalls at some point. And bathing the hippogriffs. And y’know, maybe he ought to enlist some more student help. There was a lot more to be done than he had given thought to. So yes, keeping this information was good. Good thing he was always two steps ahead. He knew he had done it once her face did that thing. Sweet Circe. He was going to bite his tongue next time. He probably ought to have been listening to her whole speech, but she was wearing him out. He needed to make some more coffee or something. All mundane creatures,” he noted. ”A muggle farm, I presume?” Or did her family just prefer managing nonmagical creatures? Because even though he was only half listening, pretty sure he didn’t catch any worthwhile ones in her description. Also, was she confused or was her face always like that? __________________