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ArianaBlack · 01-16-2021, 04:07 AM

SPOILER!!: Minjae uwu

As soon as Minjae began his stream of angry words, Finneas found himself on HIGH ALERT. CODE RED. BAD NEWS BEARS. Without caring to be discreet, the Muggle Studies professor immediately shut the door and began waving his wand in a series of motions to put protective enchantments in place. Hopefully no one had heard the, er, humble beginnings of Minjae's impassioned.... speech.

Errrr.... Anyway, AnYwAy, ANYWAY.

Still feeling tired, the professor turned to face the seventh year. It took Finneas no more than a couple of seconds to understand what had happened. Safe haven. Forced Destruction. They had destroyed the technology lounge. The room that Finneas had spent so much time putting together, though ... Er.. He should've seen this one coming. He did feel a sad sense of loss, but did not allow himself to dwell on it. There were other matters that needed his attention, more pressing ones, namely, Mr. Yoon. It was difficult seeing his students so hurt, seeing them on the verge of tears nearly shred Finneas to bits. Hearing him question himself for being muggleborn, that hurt the most. Despite the pause boy's pause and his subsequent question, Finneas did not have a chance to respond. Evidently, there was much more that Mr. Yoon needed to say.

And when he was done, Finneas still remained silent for all of a few beats. There was a lot to unpack here. He had never been good with comforting, nor was he very good with helping students make it through a cult-takeover. There are just some things your years of professional experience don't help you with. "You d-d-did nothing wrong, Mr. Yoon," he assured the Hufflepuff. Finneas couldn't stay standing for much longer, so he began to hobble his way to his chair.

Of course there was much more Finneas could say and even more he could respond too, but often times he found that students weren't asking for answers. They were asking for someone to listen. So for now, that is what Finneas did. And going to that question from before? "You are no coward." Nor did he need to apologize for the destruction of the room.

SPOILER!!: Violet!

Closing the door behind her, he waited for a moment to seal them inside with protective charms. It was a necessity these days. When he was finished, he eventually turned around to greet her with a smile that did not quite reach his eyes. "I am... yes as well as can be during these times," he nodded, not wanting to worry her with the full truth.

"I was h-hoping you would stop by," it was that first night in the Headmaster's office when students such as herself were on his mind. "I hope you are well...? Or, er, As well as one can be." Given the circumstances.

SPOILER!!: Bernie are these real tears this time ;__;

.... Finneas paused with some uncertainty. It was a question he was ill-prepared to answer. "Err... Nothing that I cannot handle, Ms. G-grantham." Is what he went with in the end. There was no need to raise any further concern. Not when concern was already the natural state of being. He even gave her a smile, though it did not reach his eyes.

It was difficult to see Bernadette like this. She looked tired and worn down. Two descriptors one would never use for this particular Gryffindor fireball. It tugged on Finneas' heart, but did little in comparison to all that happened next. Finneas Schmoe was no good with tears. Tears usually made him a very uncomfortable man (a more uncomfortable man than usual). But not these tears. No, these ones only made him feel a pang of guilt.

"There is n-no need to apologize, B-bernadette," he looked down at his desk for a moment, hoping that the right words would appear before him. He was never good at this. "These people c-can't be reasoned with. Sometimes we have to do what we can to survive." And her safety was of far more important than any technology.

Finneas understood why the kids did what they did. Hopefully, they, too, would give Finneas the same chance when the roles were reversed.

01-16-2021, 04:07 AM	#17 (permalink)
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 SPOILER!!: Minjae uwu Quote: Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi Once he saw that the doorknob turned , Minjae took a step back and waited for the door to swing open. He only gave a nod at the greeting before he stepped inside of the office , one hand in his robe pocket and the other pointing at the wall in the direction of the technology room as he turned back around and exploded in to a rant. ”That room was a safe haven for so many of us muggleborns . For six years i spend my free time in there together with my friends and THAT - that—“ man wouldn’t describe him.. monster? tyrant? “—he forced us to destroy it within a hour! “ it was a miracle that he wasn’t shouting yet. He could also feel the tears pricking in his eyes but he refused to let them fall. ”And i went along with it because i was scared to get tortured like some of the other kids in class who dared to defy him, which means that i’m a coward , doesn’t it?” he asked as he stopped his pacing around and looked straight at the Professor, as if daring him to tell him otherwise. He hated it that he was one of the oldest students yet hadn’t been able to protect the younger ones during class because he had been too terrified. ”I’m so sorry i helped with destroying your stuff, Professor” he apologized. He had never been one for destruction. A good prank, sure, but this was just mean and utterly pointless. ”I can help with restoring the room" he said "I can help finding and buying new computers and games once that 'Headmaster' is arrested by the Aurors" 'or killed' He was personally rooting for the latter. He sucked in his breath through clenched teeth as he thought about him and his goons getting away with all of this before he took a deep breath to calm himself ”I don't understand why he hates muggles and muggleborns so much. What did we do that is so wrong?" was he really a 'stain' to the magical world? As soon as Minjae began his stream of angry words, Finneas found himself on HIGH ALERT. CODE RED. BAD NEWS BEARS. Without caring to be discreet, the Muggle Studies professor immediately shut the door and began waving his wand in a series of motions to put protective enchantments in place. Hopefully no one had heard the, er, humble beginnings of Minjae's impassioned.... speech. Errrr.... Anyway, AnYwAy, ANYWAY. Still feeling tired, the professor turned to face the seventh year. It took Finneas no more than a couple of seconds to understand what had happened. Safe haven. Forced Destruction. They had destroyed the technology lounge. The room that Finneas had spent so much time putting together, though ... Er.. He should've seen this one coming. He did feel a sad sense of loss, but did not allow himself to dwell on it. There were other matters that needed his attention, more pressing ones, namely, Mr. Yoon. It was difficult seeing his students so hurt, seeing them on the verge of tears nearly shred Finneas to bits. Hearing him question himself for being muggleborn, that hurt the most. Despite the pause boy's pause and his subsequent question, Finneas did not have a chance to respond. Evidently, there was much more that Mr. Yoon needed to say. And when he was done, Finneas still remained silent for all of a few beats. There was a lot to unpack here. He had never been good with comforting, nor was he very good with helping students make it through a cult-takeover. There are just some things your years of professional experience don't help you with. "You d-d-did nothing wrong, Mr. Yoon," he assured the Hufflepuff. Finneas couldn't stay standing for much longer, so he began to hobble his way to his chair. Of course there was much more Finneas could say and even more he could respond too, but often times he found that students weren't asking for answers. They were asking for someone to listen. So for now, that is what Finneas did. And going to that question from before? "You are no coward." Nor did he need to apologize for the destruction of the room. SPOILER!!: Violet! Quote: Originally Posted by MadAlice Violet entered the office at Schmoe's invitation, sneaking a look at him as she passed by. The man did not look well. She'd been afraid of this, that was why she'd come today. Violet looked back at Schmoe. "Er--hi, Professor. How...how are you doing? All right?" Though she could see he wasn't . Closing the door behind her, he waited for a moment to seal them inside with protective charms. It was a necessity these days. When he was finished, he eventually turned around to greet her with a smile that did not quite reach his eyes. "I am... yes as well as can be during these times," he nodded, not wanting to worry her with the full truth. "I was h-hoping you would stop by," it was that first night in the Headmaster's office when students such as herself were on his mind. "I hope you are well...? Or, er, As well as one can be." Given the circumstances. SPOILER!!: Bernie are these real tears this time ;__; Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl Why was Schmoe walking like that? Was he okay?! "What did they DO to you?" Bernie demanded, watching carefully as he slipped into his desk. He looked about 100 years old already and it was only the first week of school. Bernie had always had trouble deciding if Schmoe was closer in age to her or to someone properly ancient, like old Professor Eris. Now he looked like he could be Eris's grandfather, which was super strange to imagine since some part of Schmoe was still rather baby-faced. Actually, speaking of faces, she should probably be forcing him to drink some potion or something to verify that he was, in fact, the real Finneas [insert middle name here] Schmoe before she said anything else. But then he apologized out of the blue and all the fight and defiance seemed to leave Bernie's tired, very tired, fifteen-year-old body. Her blue eyes welled up and she looked up up and away from his sad old hangdog face. "No," Bernie couldn't look at him or she wouldn't be able to get this out, "I'M sorry. I know how hard you worked on the technology lab. I had to--- I had to play along and I blew up some CD-Roms and I'm SO SORRY, Professor." Her eyes were definitely full of tears now, so Bernie just tilted her head back further into the beanbag till she was looking at the ceiling. The tears couldn't come trickling down her face if she didn't give gravity a chance!! That was how it worked, right?! Bernie was NOT going to start off this year by crying, NO SIREE. .... Finneas paused with some uncertainty. It was a question he was ill-prepared to answer. "Err... Nothing that I cannot handle, Ms. G-grantham." Is what he went with in the end. There was no need to raise any further concern. Not when concern was already the natural state of being. He even gave her a smile, though it did not reach his eyes. It was difficult to see Bernadette like this. She looked tired and worn down. Two descriptors one would never use for this particular Gryffindor fireball. It tugged on Finneas' heart, but did little in comparison to all that happened next. Finneas Schmoe was no good with tears. Tears usually made him a very uncomfortable man (a more uncomfortable man than usual). But not these tears. No, these ones only made him feel a pang of guilt. "There is n-no need to apologize, B-bernadette," he looked down at his desk for a moment, hoping that the right words would appear before him. He was never good at this. "These people c-can't be reasoned with. Sometimes we have to do what we can to survive." And her safety was of far more important than any technology. Finneas understood why the kids did what they did. Hopefully, they, too, would give Finneas the same chance when the roles were reversed. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Lemon!