Originally Posted by NicoT

Stroking the cat, Ethan looked around at the class; most seemed to be done with their questions. In fact, it seemed some of the Ravenclaws were already skipping ahead to the next portion of the class and answering the questions...

... though Truebridge meant for them to answer their own questions. As the note that Celandine had turned into a paper bird, floated toward Plymouth Morgan, Ethan flicked his wand and lazily summoned it. He opened it out and read it out loud, mimicking the voices of his students without actually being aware he was doing so.

"Time Period, the years of Cela," Ethan read out, looking up at the girl, "You would be... thirteen? So from birth....about 2054-2064. Interesting choice, Plymouth Morgan." Truebridge cleared his throat and continued, "Significance of time period, my.... girlfriend..." Ethan paused and eyed the copy of the Quill on his desk before continuing, mimicking Plymouth's voice as he went, "... was born and grew up." Truebridge looked around the class, shoving his sunglasses back up on his head, "So, what Plymouth here has done, is choose a time period he is genuinely interested in and has relevance to his life." Ethan informed the class.

"Questions that need answers from Psuedo Journalist slash Boyfriend Plymouth Morgan... Question one, When is your birthday?," Ethan changed his voice and began to mimic Celandine's voice, "Twenty-fifth of July Twenty fifty-four.. Question two, This music is odd, but if we could and not get in trouble, would you dance with me?."

Truebridge paused and cleared his throat, "I'd like to point out, and I'm sure Barry and Elizabeth would agree," he nodded at the two Ravenclaws who were quietly singing along to the Cats soundtrack, "this music is not weird. It's art." he paused again and added under his breath, "you're weird." he cleared his throat again.

"Yes I love to dance! But this big Hufflepuff dude sitting by me will probably strangle you!" Hmm. Truebridge looked at the big Hufflepuff... 'dude' in question, wondering if he was the strangling type.

"Question three, Would you want to dance with even if it meant getting in trouble?" Ethan continued, straight-faced, "I don't get in trouble... but you might! ...but I would do it." Ethan squinted at the tiny writing at the bottom, "kiss hug kiss."

Truebridge looked around the class, "What information have these questions and answers provided us with?" His face remaiined impassive and his tone completely serious as he looked around the room, clearly expecting an answer.