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sweetpinkpixie · 09-09-2019, 02:35 AM

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Clearly this was not going to be the year that Eiji took to Muggle Studies either. Not that he needed the subject, it was an elective he was planning on dropping it after OWLs to be filled with alchemy instead since he would FINALLY be of the proper age to appease Professor Noble, but this set up was not helping. Beanbags and buckets were not conductive to studying. Particularly when said beanbag squished down so much that not even your brow reached the edge of the desk. Strike one for this new professor on one Eiji Rasting taking him seriously.

Not bothering to say anything to the professor other than a cursory glance as he made his way over towards the desk beside Trinetta's which had a bucket to use as a seat, the fifth year fell victim to his irritation muttered to himself about the impracticality of it all. Honestly, with how elaborate Beauxbatons was...this professor had clearly gone out of his way to make his classroom as impractical as possible. ~~James~~ Eiji Rasting was not here for it.

And he didn't even know what a name tent was and had a bit too much pride to ask - and he was clouded by his frustrations which, naturally, meant resulted in his Slytherin brand of tunnel vision. The man wanted a tent from paper? Eiji was going to give him just that. Which meant that the fifth year soon set to methodically folding his piece of paper with sharp, crisp, lines until he had his end product and scribbled his name on it.

".....what are the chances of my getting a detention for using magic to make sitting on this bucket more bearable?" he leaned over to whisper to Trinetta.

09-09-2019, 02:35 AM	#15 (permalink)
sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,317 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: CJ Miller Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Sixth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fifth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	next to you, Nettie >:D astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf ................................ Clearly this was not going to be the year that Eiji took to Muggle Studies either. Not that he needed the subject, it was an elective he was planning on dropping it after OWLs to be filled with alchemy instead since he would FINALLY be of the proper age to appease Professor Noble, but this set up was not helping. Beanbags and buckets were not conductive to studying. Particularly when said beanbag squished down so much that not even your brow reached the edge of the desk. Strike one for this new professor on one Eiji Rasting taking him seriously. Not bothering to say anything to the professor other than a cursory glance as he made his way over towards the desk beside Trinetta's which had a bucket to use as a seat, the fifth year fell victim to his irritation muttered to himself about the impracticality of it all. Honestly, with how elaborate Beauxbatons was...this professor had clearly gone out of his way to make his classroom as impractical as possible. ~~James~~ Eiji Rasting was not here for it. And he didn't even know what a name tent was and had a bit too much pride to ask - and he was clouded by his frustrations which, naturally, meant resulted in his Slytherin brand of tunnel vision. The man wanted a tent from paper? Eiji was going to give him just that. Which meant that the fifth year soon set to methodically folding his piece of paper with sharp, crisp, lines until he had his end product and scribbled his name on it. ".....what are the chances of my getting a detention for using magic to make sitting on this bucket more bearable?" he leaned over to whisper to Trinetta. __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like