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Lissy Longbottom · 02-28-2021, 06:16 PM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Nemesis did not react straight away - another useful skill, while they were on the topic - even when Recard seemed to get herself more and more wound up. No, they stood silently and waited, no arguments, no hint of return fire, nothing. More than the professor, they were suddenly acutely aware of Bernadette Grantham beside them, and the state she was managing to work herself into as well. Without looking directly at her, Nem shifted a miniscule amount to one side, as though shifting the weight of their feet, just enough for the outside of their arm to brush against hers.

She'd made some good points too, objectively speaking, even if they were evidently born of feeling. It was part of what had made her interesting after all, though now, at a time when those feelings might have been running rampant, Nem was deprived of the opportunity to dig into them. It was making no small contribution to this utter, utter ennui. As Nem turned to head back to their desk, they made a blink-and-you'll-miss-it attempt to catch her eye, but then the moment passed and they were back across the room.

In their seat again, Nem remained silent a little longer, though with every second that passed, they checked out more and more. On a good day, this activity might have even enough to provoke some kind of irritation, though ultimately it was hard to say. Three guesses on their reaction today.

Once Recard was done talking, Nem immediately raised a hand.

"I'm sorry, professor, but you've lost me. You tricked the class into thinking there were only two possible opposing choices, but some of us didn't fall for it." It was less than a question, and more than a statement, but any nuance was lost in the way they continued to deliver the words entirely without expression or affect. "I don't understand why you would be upset at those of us who reached the point of the exercise right away, unless the real point wasn't for us to understand, but to be deceived yet again."

Deception. A lot of that going around at the moment. Adults trying to get the best of a bunch of kids. Nem didn't actually believe that that was what Recard was trying to do here, or really that she'd even considered that. They certainly didn't rank her in even the same league as the Big Man, the most capable person they'd met, but they didn't shy away from the prospect of letting these other students think that they spoke a personal truth. Nem knew their words carried a heavy implication for those who cared enough to pay attention, and if they sowed some doubt, well... just another win for Rosier, wasn't it. Which meant another win for Nem.

All that was left was to see if these wins would all amount to something they could actually feel.

As for the attitude, sure, Recard could have that one. Nem didn't exactly feel capable of having an attitude in that moment, but were self-aware enough to know that it was essentially their default setting. When everything else shut down, not only did antagonism remain, but it became almost impossible to resist. And when there was no reason to want to resist it, well...

Nem looked down at the empty drawing of the hat in front of them, but their glance lasted less than a second before they nudged it away, and they turned their attention instead to the view outside the window once again. The hat could remain untouched, and it could still be considered a completed assignment, as far as Nem was concerned. If Recard wanted to try point deductions or detentions, she could certainly try, for all the impact it would have.

If Nem and Bernie didn't want to do their assignments - well, that was fine with her. She had always been of the belief that if they didn't want to participate, and knew they wouldn't receive full marks for their work, that was fine, as long as they didn't disrupt the rest of the class. Bernie could sit there and sulk if she wanted as long as she kept quiet and didn't bother anyone who truly wanted to do their project.

As for Mister Upstead...well, so much for them not poking the bear like they'd discussed earlier in the term, hmm?

"There was no trickery involved, Mister Upstead. The point of the assignment was to try and challenge yourself to pick a side - and ultimately, the many reasons we all came up with as a class would prove that it's hard to say whether or not he was right. Those of you who DID come to the conclusion that you couldn't decide were asked to elaborate on that if you TRULY couldn't pick a side - and instead of doing so, you chose to present me with an attitude and make it all about YOU being misunderstood. I don't think asking for your reasoning is that difficult of a request. Didn't Miss Stark answer my question adequately while remaining unable to choose a side?" she asked.

She hated putting Tavie on the spot like that, but it just further proved her point that they'd failed to notice the professor had accepted her answer without argument, because she'd given her a reason WHY she wouldn't choose. It was entirely possible to remain in the middle but also explain WHY you thought that way, and it was a simple task she'd asked. Instead, they'd chosen the poor misunderstood martyr right. HEAVY SIGH.

"I would be more than happy to discuss the point of the assignment further AFTER class if you would like. For now, I'd like you to please focus on the assignment at hand," she added. Normally this would be when she would dock house points, and certainly if they kept pushing that was what was going to come next. But he'd asked for an explanation -and she'd answered. The subject was closed as far as she was concerned.

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Lissy Longbottom Giant Join Date: Jul 2003 Location: Ferrix: GMT-6 Posts: 56,911 Hogwarts RPG Name: Moritz Schultz (#0f667e) Ravenclaw Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nancy Schultz (#ac6f77) Hufflepuff Fourth Year x11 x1	curly haired prefect - "sometimes I get angry!" - 30/90 - chicken emoji - probably @ Disney - I speak dog Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir Nemesis did not react straight away - another useful skill, while they were on the topic - even when Recard seemed to get herself more and more wound up. No, they stood silently and waited, no arguments, no hint of return fire, nothing. More than the professor, they were suddenly acutely aware of Bernadette Grantham beside them, and the state she was managing to work herself into as well. Without looking directly at her, Nem shifted a miniscule amount to one side, as though shifting the weight of their feet, just enough for the outside of their arm to brush against hers. She'd made some good points too, objectively speaking, even if they were evidently born of feeling. It was part of what had made her interesting after all, though now, at a time when those feelings might have been running rampant, Nem was deprived of the opportunity to dig into them. It was making no small contribution to this utter, utter ennui. As Nem turned to head back to their desk, they made a blink-and-you'll-miss-it attempt to catch her eye, but then the moment passed and they were back across the room. In their seat again, Nem remained silent a little longer, though with every second that passed, they checked out more and more. On a good day, this activity might have even enough to provoke some kind of irritation, though ultimately it was hard to say. Three guesses on their reaction today. Once Recard was done talking, Nem immediately raised a hand. "I'm sorry, professor, but you've lost me. You tricked the class into thinking there were only two possible opposing choices, but some of us didn't fall for it." It was less than a question, and more than a statement, but any nuance was lost in the way they continued to deliver the words entirely without expression or affect. "I don't understand why you would be upset at those of us who reached the point of the exercise right away, unless the real point wasn't for us to understand, but to be deceived yet again." Deception. A lot of that going around at the moment. Adults trying to get the best of a bunch of kids. Nem didn't actually believe that that was what Recard was trying to do here, or really that she'd even considered that. They certainly didn't rank her in even the same league as the Big Man, the most capable person they'd met, but they didn't shy away from the prospect of letting these other students think that they spoke a personal truth. Nem knew their words carried a heavy implication for those who cared enough to pay attention, and if they sowed some doubt, well... just another win for Rosier, wasn't it. Which meant another win for Nem. All that was left was to see if these wins would all amount to something they could actually feel. As for the attitude, sure, Recard could have that one. Nem didn't exactly feel capable of having an attitude in that moment, but were self-aware enough to know that it was essentially their default setting. When everything else shut down, not only did antagonism remain, but it became almost impossible to resist. And when there was no reason to want to resist it, well... Nem looked down at the empty drawing of the hat in front of them, but their glance lasted less than a second before they nudged it away, and they turned their attention instead to the view outside the window once again. The hat could remain untouched, and it could still be considered a completed assignment, as far as Nem was concerned. If Recard wanted to try point deductions or detentions, she could certainly try, for all the impact it would have. If Nem and Bernie didn't want to do their assignments - well, that was fine with her. She had always been of the belief that if they didn't want to participate, and knew they wouldn't receive full marks for their work, that was fine, as long as they didn't disrupt the rest of the class. Bernie could sit there and sulk if she wanted as long as she kept quiet and didn't bother anyone who truly wanted to do their project. As for Mister Upstead...well, so much for them not poking the bear like they'd discussed earlier in the term, hmm? "There was no trickery involved, Mister Upstead. The point of the assignment was to try and challenge yourself to pick a side - and ultimately, the many reasons we all came up with as a class would prove that it's hard to say whether or not he was right. Those of you who DID come to the conclusion that you couldn't decide were asked to elaborate on that if you TRULY couldn't pick a side - and instead of doing so, you chose to present me with an attitude and make it all about YOU being misunderstood. I don't think asking for your reasoning is that difficult of a request. Didn't Miss Stark answer my question adequately while remaining unable to choose a side?" she asked. She hated putting Tavie on the spot like that, but it just further proved her point that they'd failed to notice the professor had accepted her answer without argument, because she'd given her a reason WHY she wouldn't choose. It was entirely possible to remain in the middle but also explain WHY you thought that way, and it was a simple task she'd asked. Instead, they'd chosen the poor misunderstood martyr right. HEAVY SIGH. "I would be more than happy to discuss the point of the assignment further AFTER class if you would like. For now, I'd like you to please focus on the assignment at hand," she added. Normally this would be when she would dock house points, and certainly if they kept pushing that was what was going to come next. But he'd asked for an explanation -and she'd answered. The subject was closed as far as she was concerned. __________________ I'm still standin'________________________________________ better than I ever did Lookin' like a true survivor_________________________________feelin' like a little kid