 Claudine, Blake, & Bernie -- OH MY! (also mention of Carsyn) doesn't proofread tweets | #wrongaboutcereal | #siriusly? | emo to the extremo
Finneas stood their awkwardly, hand still raised and trying to look very encouraging. Key word: Trying. "Er... That's quite alright," he bobbed his head up and down. Finneas understood Claudine's discomfort. He wasn't much of a dancer himself. And he also understood that perhaps she was rather uncomfortable dancing with a professor. He got it. Truly, he understood. "Maybe we can start with the footwork." That would eliminate all of the issues, right?
........ Only, where there were Hogwarts' students, there were always infinite issues it seemed.
Hearing his name being SHOUTED by Bernadette, Finneas whipped his head around. He needed to tell her that she couldn't just call him 'Schmoe' because Trent would probably have a word or two to say about that... Professors and respectability, you know? But how did one approach that sort of conversation it was very awk--OH MY.
Mr. Ryan's nose was a fountain of blood asdfadsf O_____O Finneas stumbled his way over, flailing his arms about. "No, no Mr. Ryan do not tilt your head backwards!" He motioned rather dramatically. "Fingers pinching the bridge like so," he demonstrated hurriedly. "And tilt forward!"
Also, to be completely clear, Blake was not dying. He just had a nosebleed, Bernadette. These students were very dramatic and almost gave him heart attacks on the daily, did they know that? It was with all of this commotion and helping the first years that kept him properly distracted when Carsyn hit the ground. YUP, that's right. Schmoe had no idea what was going on behind his back.
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