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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie The hut. He had been instructed to come here, right? Not the silver twinkie or eclair or whatever that other location was, correct? Scrutenizing the latter as he approached the door, Eiji let out a bit of a heavy sigh before knocking. Whatever the professor had called him here for he was certain was not based upon 'practicing his sarcasm'. The fourth year may be young but he was not naive and certainly not stupid.
Knocking three times and taking a step back, the Slytherin waited.
And yes, actually, he was curious how the tadfoal was doing. Genuinely so and harvesting potential aside. "Ah, Rasting," Cornish kicked open the door before returning to sit in the wobbling chair behind his make-shift desk. He didn't need much of an office, but he certainly wasn't living in the lap of luxury here. Did the just shove all their mismatched, damaged, moldering furniture to the professor's stuck teaching outside the castle?
"Leave the door open. It's like a pit of hell in here, all sweaty and smells like mildew and the dark..." Too much information? Way too much information.
"I suppose if you just apologize for sassing back in class, we can be done here." Not that he believed that Rasting was capable of apologies.
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