 (mentions of Siobhán <3) ∞ 17 | RP entrepreneur | defies gravity | Miss George is flawless | blanket burrito lyfe
Odaline did not appreciate being invited to sit with someone else. She narrowed her eyes at the girl she had seen at Stemp House this summer and resisted the urge to take a chunk out of her arm for talking to her. Even more resisting when she touched her arm. Not enough resisting that she didn't flash her teeth, but she also turned away so she didn't have to look at the bench idiot. Her focus went back to their Professor (who was very close to being bitten if he carried on with the personality thing he was doing) and stared him down. Normal chair, please? Normal chair. She wanted a normal chair.
She also wasn't going to say please. He knew that, right?
For this lesson? No. This very chair was going to come with him to every single class and she was going to sit on it. It was no longer his chair. It had never been this chair. And were he to continue teaching upon their return to Hogwarts... then he needed to take the chair with him. Did he understand that? Was her stare conveying that well enough? "My chair." She said simply, sitting down on it and unpacking her things onto the desk. Her desk. And her chair. None of that bench or bucket stuff.
Oda chose not to make a 'name tent' because they weren't camping and it would be a waste of paper. Was the Professor going to be planting a tree or twelve? Because if they were doing things the 'muggle' way then paper was coming from trees and trees created oxygen and people needed oxygen. He needed oxygen. And did he want to end up without oxygen? Tree or other reasons. She could help him...
The first question didn't deserve her interest, but she could agree with all of the given answers. Some were stupid. But that was expected of her peers. The second, however, gave her chance to make a dig at their new Professor and the chair situation. She was going to be scarred for life about this all. If he wanted to be emotionally blackmailed, Oda was his girl. Raising her hand, she smiled. Smiles looked wholly unnatural on her. Sly. Sneaky. Snide. Unnatural.
"Taste, Professor. If they don't have taste they shouldn't furniture a classroom themselves. Don't you agree?" Words were also unnatural for Oda.
Yikes.
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