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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Was this guy really a professor, or was he just an actual Muggle the Headprofessor had taken in as a charity case? Bernadette wasn't sure he was even a wizard, first of all, and second of all, she knew full well what charity looked like because she had volunteered to visit old folks back in her Guides days. She added that question to her list just as he began to laugh like a malfunctioning robot. And then he SMILED at her. WHY? Bernie was half-expecting to be blinded by braces, since the professor looked so young. No no no. He needed to put that suspicious smile away. Bernadette's deep frown should have told him as much.
She cleared her throat without further ado and began with her first question. "Tell me, what exactly is the function of a rubber duck?" Finneas shifted uncomfortably in his chair, causing another small avalanche of papers to fall off of his desk. To be fair, he did try to save them by throwing his arms over the disaster. Though... it ended up looking more like he was trying to hug his desk and less like he was embarking on a rescue mission. Alas. Anyway, anyway. Still hunched over, arms hugging the desk (and paper avalanche), he looked up at Bernadette with that same awkward smile. He was anticipating a question that he could answer with his YEARS of background knowledge. Despite what it looked like, he was an academic. "Oh," he found himself surprised. "Excellent question." Though he wasn't entirely sure that it was. "Well, uh, the rubber duck has, er, stumped academics for hundreds of years..." he began, his arms still extended and back still hunched. "There are a few trains of thought..." He blinked a few several times. "Some say they are made for children, others believe the rubber ducky, errr, makes bath time lots of fun!" There was a song about that. He remembered. "But," he whispered, leaning in as if sharing a secret. His eyes were on a spot just past her ear. "I believe they are a symbol of comfort."
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