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ArianaBlack · 09-20-2019, 12:52 AM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Oh hmm, the door had been unlocked the whole time. Well excuse Bernadette for having MANNERS ~~today~~. She turned the knob to the door and walked in, taken aback by the, uh, cramped-ness of the space and the clutter of all the THINGS from their class. PILES of THINGS, eh? This one wasn't really the organized typed, she KNEW IT from the START.

"Interesting place you have here," Bernie announced somewhat stiffly, pretending to be snobbish and posh as she entered into the closet space and was almost immediately forced to take a seat on a folding chair. She frowned at the chair, as it faintly reminded her of a cheap Muggle festival or wedding, but sat anyway and pulled out her spiral-bound notebook. Yes yes, she too had Muggle relics amongst her things. She hadn't learned how to charm a quill yet and was faster at writing with Muggle pencils than quill and parchment. And this activity DEFINITELY required speed and deftness.

So here she was, prepared to interview the professor about his qualifications. "Can I ask you a few questions," the first-year stated rather than asked, staring down the professor with the same suspicious intensity she had applied in class. She had worn her fake glasses today and her cleanest, most new-looking school uniform sweater, tie, and skirt. "My name is Bernadette O. Grantham, and I am a Muggle expert. I need to verify your qualifications for teaching my peers and myself." And that was ALL the explanation he was going to GET.

His office, if it could really be referred to as such a thing, was in no condition for visitors. Well, to be fair, it hadn't ever been in the condition for visitors. There was really only so much that could be done with a space as... er.... confined as this. It wasn't the WORST thing that could happen. But yeah, it was pretty bad. Finneas tried his best to salvage what remained of the catalogue pile on his desk as young Bernadette made her way inside. And by made her way inside, what I really mean is that she took three steps inside. Because really, that's as many steps as could be taken. Unless you were a houseelf, in which case... Maybe six.

Her comment elicited a strange sort of uncomfortable Schmoe-branded laugh. "Ha, ha, ha," just like that, but six times. "Yes." He blinked a few times, knowing very well that he ought to keep his comments on the matter neutral. Wouldn't want to give the Headmistress ANOTHER reason to hate every single thing about him!

Surprisingly? (Or maybe unsurprisingly)? (Yeah, unsurprisingly). UNSURPRISINGLY, Finneas hadn't received any student visitors yet and wasn't entirely sure how these drop-in hours were meant to go. He assumed that it was his turn to ask what he could help her with, but she had beat him to the punch! Oh ho ho ho har har har. Anyway, anyway, anyway.

"Of course," he gave her an awkward sort of grin. Verify? Qualifications? ........... "...............O-Okay," was she.......... sent here by the Headmaster......... or something? Because........ he had.............. already....... signed his yearly contract?

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ArianaBlack Assistant Forum Manager Quibbler & Newbie Mod DMLE & DMT Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: #6e5f57 \|#ff5470 Posts: 13,677 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alfie Adair Hufflepuff Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Laini Gracae-Ryans Slytherin First Year Ministry RPG Name: Tomasz Łaska Law Enforcement x10 x1	doesn't proofread tweets \| #wrongaboutcereal \| #siriusly? \| emo to the extremo Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Oh hmm, the door had been unlocked the whole time. Well excuse Bernadette for having MANNERS ~~today~~. She turned the knob to the door and walked in, taken aback by the, uh, cramped-ness of the space and the clutter of all the THINGS from their class. PILES of THINGS, eh? This one wasn't really the organized typed, she KNEW IT from the START. "Interesting place you have here," Bernie announced somewhat stiffly, pretending to be snobbish and posh as she entered into the closet space and was almost immediately forced to take a seat on a folding chair. She frowned at the chair, as it faintly reminded her of a cheap Muggle festival or wedding, but sat anyway and pulled out her spiral-bound notebook. Yes yes, she too had Muggle relics amongst her things. She hadn't learned how to charm a quill yet and was faster at writing with Muggle pencils than quill and parchment. And this activity DEFINITELY required speed and deftness. So here she was, prepared to interview the professor about his qualifications. "Can I ask you a few questions," the first-year stated rather than asked, staring down the professor with the same suspicious intensity she had applied in class. She had worn her fake glasses today and her cleanest, most new-looking school uniform sweater, tie, and skirt. "My name is Bernadette O. Grantham, and I am a Muggle expert. I need to verify your qualifications for teaching my peers and myself." And that was ALL the explanation he was going to GET. His office, if it could really be referred to as such a thing, was in no condition for visitors. Well, to be fair, it hadn't ever been in the condition for visitors. There was really only so much that could be done with a space as... er.... confined as this. It wasn't the WORST thing that could happen. But yeah, it was pretty bad. Finneas tried his best to salvage what remained of the catalogue pile on his desk as young Bernadette made her way inside. And by made her way inside, what I really mean is that she took three steps inside. Because really, that's as many steps as could be taken. Unless you were a houseelf, in which case... Maybe six. Her comment elicited a strange sort of uncomfortable Schmoe-branded laugh. "Ha, ha, ha," just like that, but six times. "Yes." He blinked a few times, knowing very well that he ought to keep his comments on the matter neutral. Wouldn't want to give the Headmistress ANOTHER reason to hate every single thing about him! Surprisingly? (Or maybe unsurprisingly)? (Yeah, unsurprisingly). UNSURPRISINGLY, Finneas hadn't received any student visitors yet and wasn't entirely sure how these drop-in hours were meant to go. He assumed that it was his turn to ask what he could help her with, but she had beat him to the punch! Oh ho ho ho har har har. Anyway, anyway, anyway. "Of course," he gave her an awkward sort of grin. Verify? Qualifications? ........... "...............O-Okay," was she.......... sent here by the Headmaster......... or something? Because........ he had.............. already....... signed his yearly contract? __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Lemon!