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ArianaBlack · 05-12-2020, 06:52 PM

SPOILER!!: Alexandre

Finneas blinked three times. Help..............? Er, well, yes... possibly. He simply stared waiting for further clarification because there wasn't much he could do until then. Unless, maybe there was more Finneas could do, but he was an awkward man so instead of doing much at all he simply waited. "Oh, yes, of course," future stuff. Finneas knew a thing or two about future stuff. It was his duty as Head of House. Or something like that.

So he pushed open the door and motioned for Alexandrew to head in. "Take a seat, Alexandre." He waited for the young Ravenclaw to step inside before doing so himself. "Is there... any particular aspect of, er, ~future stuff~ that you'd like help with?" Because errr... He was a fifth year (if Schmoe remembered correctly), which meant future stuff could be in regards to OWLS, NEWTS, the BEYOND??? Anything really. Possibilities were endless.

SPOILER!!: Bernie G. - fancy seeing u here

Finneas was just deciding on a new place for his cat-clock. He liked to switch things up every now and then. Called it ~decor~. So when he heard the loud (and rather impatient) KNOCKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKED on the door, it gave him a scare and caused him to jump! Nearly dropping the clock, too.

BUT with his quick reflexes, he managed to dive for it before it was too late. THAT is what you call a close one, friend. p h e w. Almost had a real cat-astrophe on his hands. Buh dum tsssssssss. AnYwAy, aNyWaY, ANYWAY. There was only one person capable of such a knock and Finneas knew Bernadette would be on the other side of the door before he even turned the knob to let her in. As it was, he did lift himself up and off the floor to make his way over, cradling cat-clock in arms and opened the door.

Ah yes. "Ms. Grantham, come in," he greeted her with an awkward smile and stepped to the side, opening the door a little more to let her in. He knew better than to assume her visit would be short enough to chat by the doorway. She was a sit-down-in-the-bean-bags sort.

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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	fwiends :3 doesn't proofread tweets \| #wrongaboutcereal \| #siriusly? \| emo to the extremo SPOILER!!: Alexandre Quote: Originally Posted by littledhampir Schmoe wasn't even in his office? So basically Alexandre had knocked for nothing. But it was alright, because there was no way he could have known knocking was useless. He was also wondering why Schmoe was wiping his hands on his robes. Had he been eating something and gotten his hands messy? Anyway, that was not the point of this visit. "Um. I was hoping that you might be able to help me." He was going to leave it at that but then realized it wasn't very specific. "With... future stuff." That wasn't really much more helpful, but there it was. Finneas blinked three times. Help..............? Er, well, yes... possibly. He simply stared waiting for further clarification because there wasn't much he could do until then. Unless, maybe there was more Finneas could do, but he was an awkward man so instead of doing much at all he simply waited. "Oh, yes, of course," future stuff. Finneas knew a thing or two about future stuff. It was his duty as Head of House. Or something like that. So he pushed open the door and motioned for Alexandrew to head in. "Take a seat, Alexandre." He waited for the young Ravenclaw to step inside before doing so himself. *"Is there... any particular aspect of, er, ~future stuff~* that you'd like help with?" Because errr... He was a fifth year (if Schmoe remembered correctly), which meant future stuff could be in regards to OWLS, NEWTS, the BEYOND??? Anything really. Possibilities were endless. SPOILER!!*: Bernie G. - fancy seeing u here* Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Bernie's brain was BUZZING WITH IDEAS for Professor Schmoe for this school year. She was a third year now, which meant she was now older than 2/7ths of the rest of the school, and probably older than even some of the other third years, so she was SUPER WISE and wily and educated and ready to expand her duties as the official Teaching Assistant (TA) of Muggle Studies. (She also had to be sure that Schmoe KNEW he was her TA, he was awfully forgetful sometimes, and that rich Puff that blew up the jukebox last year might, like, check to see if she WAS REALLY the TA, so, it would be best to remind Schmoe before the school year got much further.) AnYwAY (as Schmoe himself would say), clutching her Muggle Notebook of Ideas in hand, the third year lion positively bounced up to the professor's door and KNOCKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKED. And then she sighed, dramatically, because all this waiting was really cramping her style. Schmoe should throw a few beanbags out here, y'know? For waiting. And fainting. Bernie had read a book recently where a LOT of people fainted. The air must have been much stuffier in Victorian times. There was so much fainting going on! And then they had to sniff salt to wake up again. How weird! Who carried around salt with them? Maybe Schmoe did, he seemed like a fainter. Bernie jotted that down as another question to ask. Finneas was just deciding on a new place for his cat-clock. He liked to switch things up every now and then. Called it ~decor~. So when he heard the loud (and rather impatient) KNOCKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKED on the door, it gave him a scare and caused him to jump! Nearly dropping the clock, too. BUT with his quick reflexes, he managed to dive for it before it was too late. THAT is what you call a close one, friend. p h e w. Almost had a real cat-astrophe on his hands. Buh dum tsssssssss. AnYwAy, aNyWaY, ANYWAY. There was only one person capable of such a knock and Finneas knew Bernadette would be on the other side of the door before he even turned the knob to let her in. As it was, he did lift himself up and off the floor to make his way over, cradling cat-clock in arms and opened the door. Ah yes. "Ms. Grantham, come in," he greeted her with an awkward smile and stepped to the side, opening the door a little more to let her in. He knew better than to assume her visit would be short enough to chat by the doorway. She was a sit-down-in-the-bean-bags sort. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Lemon!