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Old 09-06-2019, 03:03 AM   #4 (permalink)
Mathys de Nostredame
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Claudine knew in her heart that she was in trouble. The Slytherin thing to do would be to leave the battered kite that she had been out flying where she originally got it from but this was an opportunity. An opportunity to meet yet again with the professor of whom her first impression of had been: He's intimidating.

Claudine held the kite to her chest as she shuffled carefully over to the man's cottage. She really had had a great time flying the thing. It was one that colour changed and had simply been spectacular to watch.

The little Snakette balanced the kite with her left hand while the free one reached out to knock on the door she had just come up to.

Was he even in?
Troubled by the events of the feast, Mathys had spent the greater portion of his free time inspecting the Beauxbatons' perimeter and trying to sort just what had had the gargoyles so spooked that evening. He also had to continuing tend to his neck, around which a fine purple win colored silk scarf was situated around his neck in a classic loop.

Hearing the knock at his door, the man immediately assumed it was the watercolor circle coming to ask about using his volière for inspiration. So he was greeted with much disappointed to see a Hogwarts pupil on the other side upon pulling his door open. A sentiment that only deepened when he saw what was clutched in her arms.

"........and why have you seen fit to remove zat kite out of the pré de cerf-volant?" he inquired somberly, stepping entirely out of his chalet and shutting the door firmly behind him.

They could discuss this out here - and he imagined that it would not be a particularly long conversation.

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The word had reached Abra's small ears that there were horses at the Palace of Beauxbatons, but of course there was no way she was going to just head over there and start stroking their mane without asking if she was even allowed. Figuring out where to find the Care of Magical Creatures Professor was a challenge, but once she found out where, that's where she headed.

People weren't exactly welcome company to the young girl. She didn't want people to ask her personal questions, and she didn't want to have to tell people anything about her life. Animals were the best company she had ever met, and she missed her farm at home very much. Her owl was in the Owlery, and there were no cats brushing up against her leg like she had previously imagined there would be.

She knocked her fist three times on the wooden door before patiently waiting, her eyes cast down to her feet.
Three knocks. Perfectly polite and worthy of his attention.

Setting his literature down on the coffee table in front of his luxurious couch, Mathys strolled over to the door and swung the door open where he found the Hogwarts jeunette with her eyes cast down at her feet.

How disappointing. A perfectly respectful knocking sequence followed by downcast eyes.

"How may I help you, mademoiselle?"
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