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Daxton was well aware of Ichihara's presence in the waiting area. It helped that it was particularly quiet, meaning that picking up on the smallest of movements and sounds became a whole lot easy. Still, she had not acknowledged him - perhaps taking advice from a certain Astronomer - and so he did not acknowledge her.
Even when she spoke, he gave no sign that he had heard anything, and kept his eyes instead on the puzzle, and his hands constantly moving with it. Only after a few moments had passed did Daxton finally look up, having decided he had hit a 'checkpoint' with the puzzle.
He simply looked at her, still sat in his seat and with the puzzle held inches away from his face, offered no words; written, spoken, or otherwise. Daxton wondered if, when he set down this puzzle and entered the office with Ichihara, it would simply be a case of moving from one mind game to another.
These visits were trying and though they had met time and time again, Nana found herself no closer to understanding the young ravenclaw. His enigmatic stares, the cool indifference. She was certain there was something beneath it all, but this was not a case easily unsettled.
With a small nod, Nana gestured for the young man to follow her into her office. "I believe we have quite a bit to go over, Mister Prince."
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DaniDiNardo
Yeaahhh.....so he didn't regret his article. Daxton's had been worse, he could assure her, except....maybe that wouldn't be his strongest point for winning this argument so Blaise opted to keep the point to himself. Still, she did seem a little put off by it. "That's fine, I'd actually like to talk to you off the record." A gaze was spared toward his floating quill and notepad that worked away as they spoke. "Well, off the official record anyway. This won't end up in the Yearbook, promise.".........................................unless his quill could spin it in such a way that it was too hilarious to leave out? Then...then maybe he didn't promise afterall. Yet another thing he wouldn't be saying.
"Can I come in? This is actually something I'd rather not discuss through a doorway." Standing out here where any passerby could hear. It wasn't so much he thought it might interest them even if they did catch an earful but rather, the boy was still trying to come up with the right thing to say and wasn't very keen on the idea going around that sometimes, he DID do magic outside of that cursed duel club.
They'd start expecting things after that.
"Won't take long, honest."
A small smile threatened to slip across Nana's features, but she hid it behind a well placed fist and a soft throat clearing.
ahem, ahem. She was rather amused by Blaise, but trying her best not to show it during this little interview. After all, that would spoil the bit of fun she was having with how worried he looked. Eyes following his, Nana's gaze fell to the floating quill. "I would prefer you put him away during your visit." She coolly said, her gaze returning to the Gryffindor boy. "But yes, you may come in, I've been meaning to speak with you." Nana added, opening her door and stepping in, fully expecting the young boy to follow in after.
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Meizzner Dante was all for waiting just not this amount of waiting. He was impatient but this was pushing it. He was about it leave until he saw Ichihara holding a barrell of sugar. Why Dante had no idea. Baking a small army of pastries maybe or she loved sugar that much. Who knows.
"Sure, You need help with that Professor?"
Please say no.
Dante would be more than happy to wait a moment and watch whatever she was trying to do..
"No, thank you Mister Barrington, but I only need a moment." Nana said. There was sugar on her fingers, underneath her pristinely pink nails and she could feel a bit of it on her chin. -___- Merlin, she hated this sort of thing. She'd ought to have shrunk it all down and put in a little container what
had she been thinking? Taking up her wand, Nana shrunk the barrel and tucked the thing into her pocket. "What can I help you with, Mister Barrington?" Nana asked, turning to the seventh year with a small, polite smile.
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griffin Penelope had been reading more about transfiguration and animal over the summer. There were things that she wanted to ask the professor that had to do with animagus training and university stuff. Being a seventh year she didn't have much time left at Hogwarts, so perhaps that was something to wait for as she headed off to university to study advanced transfiguration and charms, but it couldn't hurt to start asking questions. Maybe the transfiguration professor would be able to offer advice about university. Penelope found it strange to think that after this term she wouldn't be coming back to Hogwarts and would be going to university. After knocking on the door, Penelope took a seat and picked up one of the golden puzzle cubes. How did they work? She twisted the pieces around. This was interesting.
Nana didn't rise from her chair as she was usually wont to do upon the hearing of a knock, she was a bit busy with grading at that moment and had ink all over her fingers, and the thought of her hand touching the knob of the door and getting inky black fingerprints all over it was not a pleasant one at all.
So she picked up her wand and enchanted the door to open itself. "Prefect Wright, come in." Nana said, tucking away some of her papers. She reached again for her wand, muttering a quick charm to have the desk items neatly re-arrange themselves. "Excuse my office, I find that work always leads me to mess." Or at least, mess in the Professor's eyes, for her office was indeed, as tidy as ever.
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laurange Had Brian Woods ran all the way up six flights of stairs from the kitchen level to the sixth floor? Well, no. No, he did not run up all six. In fact, to be precise, he had run up three, felt his leg almost give, hobbled up one, walked up another and ran the last flight. And by some miracle, the stairs hadn't even messed with him this round. Maybe they could sense things, that he could probably not handle another round of stairs, much less THREE as the stairs were prone to subject him to.
Anyway, that was six flights of stairs climbed as fast as he could. And locating the actual office of Professor Ichihara was no easy task considering the ever-changing floor plan. Seriously. Rowena Ravenclaw, arguably the smartest witch of all time, decided that making the rooms change locations on the daily was a brilliant idea. It's not like they rotated on a schedule either. This assortment was as random as Brownian movement!
Slumping with one shoulder against the door, the Hufflepuff knocked on the sturdy -it has better be sturdy, he was leaning on it!- door. Three times, with the heel of his hand. The sound wasn't as sharp as knuckles would have been but he was too tired to make a proper fist now and the volume of the heel-tap was more than enough.
Please let her be in there.
Though those gold puzzlers were looking nice. Maybe if he could summon the willpower to go sit by them and attempt them, that would pass the time better. Hmm. It was a thought.
The Professor was indeed, in, Mister woods. she was having a cup of tea and enjoying a small snack of ginger newts while reading the latest issue of
Transfiguration Today! and enjoying the relative peace and quiet of her evening. Something she very rarely was able to enjoy in a school like Hogwarts. The knock, however, was not unwelcome. Taking another sip of her tea, Nana rose from her desk and approached the door, opening it without a moment's hesitation. She still had her tea cup in hand, the presence of which had gotten lost in the confines of her mind while she mentally revisited a fascinating paragraph about the influence of quantum physics on Transfiguration and vice versa. "Mister Woods!" Nana said, eyeing the young man's exhausted appearance. "Are you alright, young man? You look as if you've been through an ordeal." Amaterasu, help her, if there was another Peeves attack she would- No, calm, calm, calm. She was calm. Find the problem first, worry later.
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Callie Hadley Denaker had been unleashed. And by Professor Primeaux no less. She was to pick a few spots to graffiti around the school.
Hey, Professor's orders.
Of course, her first choice was the Transfiguration Professor's waiting area. After the way she kept Hadley on the hook for a year when she never had any intention of actually seeing about animagus training, this was deserved. Hadley snuck quietly into the waiting room. The walls, furniture and everything really in Ichihara's waiting room was immaculate. The professor hated mess and chaos. Which made this assignment the perfect pay back.
She took a moment, surveying her canvas, and decided on what to do. Because Ichihara hated chaos so much, and because her three way animated battle painting between the squid, the sperm whale and the sailors was so deliciously chaotic, it was the perfect choice for this bit of assigned graffiti. All she had to do was make it and get out of there before Nana caught her.
Hadley started by moving one of the chairs up against one of the immaculate walls. Standing on the white, pristine fabric, without bothering to remove her shoes, mind you, Hadley began to draw waves high up on the wall, and then a line down to the floor, across to the opposite end of the wall and back up to connect to the first wave. "Figura Ocean!" She was whispering because it would be stupid not to. When the ocean's outline emerged magically on the wall, the teen smirked. It was her classic troublemaker smirk. "Colovaria!" Wand pointed to the center, the entire wall below the wave lines became a nice, rich sea blue. "Figura Giant Squid!" She traced out a squid like the one she originally drew in Charms class, only this was one a lot bigger. It took up a good fourth of the wall. And it was more maniacal than happy. "Colovaria!" The squid filled itself in red. Next she traced out the equally large sperm whale. "Figura whale!" There was only really one color to make the whale. "Colovaria!" There now she had a great white whale ready to battle a massive squid.
Next came the ships. She figura'ed three large whaling ships with harpoons and a big crews of tiny stick sailors. The ships were then colovaria'ed brown, and their sails white. She was almost done now. "Animatae! Animatae! Animatae! Animatae! Animatae!" Hadley Denaker set to work animating each part of her approved graffiti. When she was done, three whaling ships were shooting harpoons into the great white whale and the giant squid, while the sailors aboard were also trying to defend themselves with other, smaller harpoons. The giant squid, meanwhile, was snatching sailors off one ship while trying to sink another, and had the great white whale in its tentacles, and was struggling to bash the whale against the ship, but the whale wasn't having that. It thrashed about trying to free itself while its fluke slammed into the ships above, and the whale nommed frantically on one of the squid's tentacles.
There they remained, locked in endless battle with each other. A giant mural sized version of her epic painting from the class.
Hadley snapped a few pictures with her camera and fled the scene.
.................................................. ........................... Nana was hardly surprised by the state her office was in. It seemed every term [I[some[i] sort of mishap had to befall her quarters, and today it just so happened to be a viciously alive piece of graffiti. Moby Dick, if she wasn't mistaken. Huffing with frustration, Nana took out her wand and got down to the business of ridding the wall of the ongoing battle between qui and whale and- was that a Harpoon? Ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous.
Who on earth had the time to get up to this sort of thing? Or the energy? If only students (if it was a student) would give this much energy in lessons! Rolling up her white sleeves, Nana tried first a scourgify spell to rid the wall of the excess paint before tackling the painting itself with a far more in-depth cleaning charm. All the while the Japanese woman tried to think of a way to find out
who exactly had gotten up to this nonsense.
The wall, though clean now seemed dingier to Nana, dirtier even. Tutting with annoyance, Nana once more took up her wand and promptly changed the walls from a soft, eggshell white to a barely-there-peach. Immediately she felt better, but the culprit was still out there and until she caught them she would be wholly unsettled. HMPH.