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ArianaBlack · 10-30-2019, 04:52 AM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

Okay, well, w h a t e v e r. Bernadette rolled her eyes BIG TIME. It seemed that despite having access to MANY elves of ALL KINDS, NONE of the wizards here, or there, or on the train, or plane, or even in Diagon Alley, KNEW MUCH ABOUT ELVES. Shmoe included. ~~One would think, with all the ho-ho-hos he did, that HE ESPECIALLY would understand elves. Ya know, because Santa.~~

Back to the subject at hand.

"Uhhhhhhhhuh," she drawled in a know-it-all tone, furiously scribbling SOMETHING in her notebook and then making a BIG show of CROSSING IT ALL OUT and SLAMMING her notebook shut. She let a nice long pause follow this dramatic flourish as she carefully stowed her notebook and pen away, and adjusted her glasses as she looked up at the professor. Bernie's head was tilted up so her nose was in the air and her hands were carefully folded together in a pyramid to complete her scholarly look. "I think," pausepausepause "with all due respect," which, in her opinion, was minimal, "sir," a token title for him, that was all, "that you should take me on a teaching assistant for this school year. Sir, all we have learned in class is how NOT to build furniture, and with my expertise, your students could be building SO much more knowledge. I know what it's like to be raised by Muggles. I also know a few things about the wizarding world." Literally, just a few. "Unlike some of your students, and you, I have a unique perspective that could help you plan HELPFUL lessons that bridge the gap between wizard life and the Muggle ways of doing things. I could make YOUR class be one of the MOST USEFUL classes at Hogwarts! Because where else will most Wizard children learn the function of a rubber duck?"

Come on, how could he turn down that offer? Look at how SCHOLARLY this first-year was. A veritable EXPERT on Muggles.

Bernadette was quite a character. So much pizzazz for such a little body. She made him sliiiiiiiiiightly uncomfortable. (Nevermind the fact that he was always slightly uncomfortable). He blinked a few times as he watched her little hand scribble furiously in her notebook. He did want to know what it said, but he also did not want to ask.

So instead he fiddled his thumbs and waited until she was finished.

It was what came out of her mouth next that made a single brow lift up into his general forehead area. As eyebrows tend to do when one is..... intrigued? ..... Amused? .................. Slightly confused?

He paused for a moment in thought. A long moment. Finneas wasn't planning on taking on a teaching assistant any time soon, but he did give it some consideration. Or pretended to, anyway. "Th-that is a fine idea, Bernadette," he bobbed his head up and down, up and down, up and down. "But what makes you qualified to teach?" Was it his turn to interview now? "Knowing a subject and teaching the subject are two completely d-different beasts."

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Originally Posted by littledhampir

Alexandre had gone full detective. He was still bummed that he didn't have a detective costume or any detective props, like a magnifying glass or a torch or something like that. If he was better at magic he could maybe make something like that happen but he was only a third year, and he didn't have time to get an older student to help him. He had to investigate this cookie thing and then go to his next class.

He had arrived at the office of Suspect Number One. Aka Schmoe. He'd gotten all the evidence he needed from potions class and now it was time to confront the suspect. So he knocked on Schmoe's door and waited. Waiting wasn't very detective-like, but he was still a polite student and he wasn't just going to go barging in, even if he was a suspect.

Grading papers was such tedious work. It was oh-so fortunate that he had a nice snack to keep his mind at peace while he worked his way through the never ending stack of essays. One bite for each paragraph. Ho, ho, ho. Truly, Professor Noble was a decent man.

Finneas nearly bumped his head on the very low ceiling when he heard a knock on his door. He was an easy man to startle, y'know? But ah, he ought to have been expecting the company. The lanky man took his time before bumbling his way to the doorway. There were crumbs on his sweater vest, but there was a guest at his door and there was no good excuse to keep whoever it was waiting. "Oh, Alexandre!" he smiled at the boy in that awkward way of his. As Schmoes do. "H-how can I help you today?"

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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	by the power of timelines invested in me doesn't proofread tweets \| #wrongaboutcereal \| #siriusly? \| emo to the extremo Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Okay, well, w h a t e v e r. Bernadette rolled her eyes BIG TIME. It seemed that despite having access to MANY elves of ALL KINDS, NONE of the wizards here, or there, or on the train, or plane, or even in Diagon Alley, KNEW MUCH ABOUT ELVES. Shmoe included. ~~One would think, with all the ho-ho-hos he did, that HE ESPECIALLY would understand elves. Ya know, because Santa.~~ Back to the subject at hand. "Uhhhhhhhhuh," she drawled in a know-it-all tone, furiously scribbling SOMETHING in her notebook and then making a BIG show of CROSSING IT ALL OUT and SLAMMING her notebook shut. She let a nice long pause follow this dramatic flourish as she carefully stowed her notebook and pen away, and adjusted her glasses as she looked up at the professor. Bernie's head was tilted up so her nose was in the air and her hands were carefully folded together in a pyramid to complete her scholarly look. "I think," pausepausepause "with all due respect," which, in her opinion, was minimal, "sir," a token title for him, that was all, "that you should take me on a teaching assistant for this school year. Sir, all we have learned in class is how NOT to build furniture, and with my expertise, your students could be building SO much more knowledge. I know what it's like to be raised by Muggles. I also know a few things about the wizarding world." Literally, just a few. "Unlike some of your students, and you, I have a unique perspective that could help you plan HELPFUL lessons that bridge the gap between wizard life and the Muggle ways of doing things. I could make YOUR class be one of the MOST USEFUL classes at Hogwarts! Because where else will most Wizard children learn the function of a rubber duck?" Come on, how could he turn down that offer? Look at how SCHOLARLY this first-year was. A veritable EXPERT on Muggles. Bernadette was quite a character. So much pizzazz for such a little body. She made him sliiiiiiiiiightly uncomfortable. (Nevermind the fact that he was always slightly uncomfortable). He blinked a few times as he watched her little hand scribble furiously in her notebook. He did want to know what it said, but he also did not want to ask. So instead he fiddled his thumbs and waited until she was finished. It was what came out of her mouth next that made a single brow lift up into his general forehead area. As eyebrows tend to do when one is..... intrigued? ..... Amused? .................. Slightly confused? He paused for a moment in thought. A long moment. Finneas wasn't planning on taking on a teaching assistant any time soon, but he did give it some consideration. Or pretended to, anyway. "Th-that is a fine idea, Bernadette," he bobbed his head up and down, up and down, up and down. *"But what makes you qualified to teach?"* Was it his turn to interview now? "Knowing a subject and teaching the subject are two completely d-different beasts." Quote: Originally Posted by littledhampir Alexandre had gone full detective. He was still bummed that he didn't have a detective costume or any detective props, like a magnifying glass or a torch or something like that. If he was better at magic he could maybe make something like that happen but he was only a third year, and he didn't have time to get an older student to help him. He had to investigate this cookie thing and then go to his next class. He had arrived at the office of Suspect Number One. Aka Schmoe. He'd gotten all the evidence he needed from potions class and now it was time to confront the suspect. So he knocked on Schmoe's door and waited. Waiting wasn't very detective-like, but he was still a polite student and he wasn't just going to go barging in, even if he was a suspect. Grading papers was such tedious work. It was oh-so fortunate that he had a nice snack to keep his mind at peace while he worked his way through the never ending stack of essays. One bite for each paragraph. Ho, ho, ho. Truly, Professor Noble was a decent man. Finneas nearly bumped his head on the very low ceiling when he heard a knock on his door. He was an easy man to startle, y'know? But ah, he ought to have been expecting the company. The lanky man took his time before bumbling his way to the doorway. There were crumbs on his sweater vest, but there was a guest at his door and there was no good excuse to keep whoever it was waiting. "Oh, Alexandre!" he smiled at the boy in that awkward way of his. As Schmoes do. "H-how can I help you today?" __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Lemon!