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Professor JD Kade's Office JD’s office looked a lot like his bedroom back during summer holiday during his student years. Everything was everywhere. There were books scattered across the floor, posters in the corner, and some haphazardly tacked in onto the walls, mostly of comedy festivals. On the large, very very ugly tan and navy couch there was a stack of Daily Prophets almost a foot high but on the desk, there was absolutely nothing. Nothing except Professor Kade, snoring in a pool of drool. |
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"AAAAAAAAAAHH!" THUD! Okay that was a bit of an understatement. JD climbed up from the floor, grabbing on to his captain's chair for support as he hauled himself up. He hadn't fallen out of bed (or in this case, off his desk) since he was a teenager. "Come in," he called, grogginess colouring his voice as he vanished the drool from his desk. Heavy meals make a man sleepy, you know. |
"Hello sir." Celandine smiled cheerfully, much like an annoying morning person would to someone who seldom surfaced before lunchtime. "I'm Celandine Toussaint, 6th Year Ravenclaw." She didn't mention the prefect thing, the badge made that pretty obvious. She took in the mess of books and her eyes widened. Those poor books! Aaaand she was now thoroughly distracted from her reason for coming here in the first place. ... poor, helpless books. |
"Hi..." JD replied. Ug... chipperness. Is that allowed in young girls? JD remembered many many emotive girls in his own youth. "Professor Kade. Former Ravenclaw," when in doubt, respond in kind. Well sort of in kind. He didn't think he had it in him to be so energetic so soon after he woke. And he didn't think he could make his voice go that high... ever. She was staring at stuff. What was she staring at? "Um, can I help you... with something?" Learning to blink, perhaps? |
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"Once a 'claw, always a 'claw." She carefully picked her way to a bare patch of ground, avoiding kicking at the books. Poor things. "Yes sir. You're... the new Charms Professor?" Must be if he was in Professor Ashby's office. "I wanted to ask about a charms club. I know there has, historically been a charms club at Hogwarts, I know because I read books." She eyed the books strewn about. "I have a list, sir." She pulled a rolled up piece of parchment out of her pocket. "These are all the charms that we've covered while I've been at Hogwarts." She passed it to him and then pulled out another roll of parchment, this one much longer. It also contained a list of charms. She passed that one over too. |
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Whoa. Kid means business. It was a little creepy. JD flicked his wand and sent the rolls Zooming in a drawer in his desk, which opened for their arrival and then snapped shut. "The Charms club is something I'll have to run by the Headmaster, as for the list... well thanks. I guess. But I'm not terribly orthodox, so I doubt what I have planned will be on the list. I'll be sure to check though." If it was? Tough. Riiiight. Because JD did tribute acts. HAHAHA- NO! He'd be hooped trying to figure out something new to teach, but he'd do it anyway. |
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"The second list are the charms that I know." Celandine watched the zooming rolls of parchment until they made their way into the desk drawer, the second one trailing a longer tail as it went. She looked up at the professor. "I need to learn stuff, sir. I need a challenge." The second list had been BIG. "The ones with the stars next to them, are the ones that I've modified in some way and the ones with the little love hearts are the ones that I can cast non-verbally. The key is on the parchment though." Blink. "I'm really good at Charms, sir." A rare understatement from one Celandine Toussaint. |
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Hopping Hippogryfs. She's THAT kind of Ravenclaw. Don't roll your eyes, don't roll your eyes. "You'd want to be," he replied, dry as bone, "with all the work you seem to put into it. Any other questions, comments, concerns, Miss Toussaint?" |
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Kylie hesitantly entered the office, he'd invited her in. But her reception hadn't been all that friendly--making her nervous. "Er... Professor?" She asked tentatively. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, a bit nervous. She fought the urge to bite her lip in anxiety. |
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"If that's everything, you might want to be on your way. Lots of studying and practicing and what not to get to, I'm sure you must be going." You really must. And stop eyeballing my organized mess. Quote:
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She glanced at the books on the floor again. "I wouldn't mind helping put those away, sir." She added tentatively. Twitch. They were going to get stood on or damaged or something down there! |
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"See you in class!" She would have skipped out, but the spread of books meant she had to pick her way carefully to the door. She turned and waved over her shoulder as she left. |
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Eyes like dinner plates stared. They're not making females any less crazier this generation, it seemed. He cleared his throat and concentrated on the little Hufflepuff girl that remained in his office. "And what can I do for you?" |
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She took a mental breath before smiling at the Professor. A nice, kind smile. Welcoming. But, also very stubborn. She wasn't scared of him and she wanted him to know that. Her green eyes shined with fire. "Well Professor, my name is Kylie. I simply wanted to introduce myself, welcome you, so on and so forth." She didn't really care if her welcome was wanted or not, she would be polite and do this regardless. She assumed her new Professor would be rather hostile towards her, but she tried to shove that assumption back. Judging too quickly was never good. |
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JD crouched a bit to get a closer look, he was a bit bleary eyed with recent sleep after all... yep, definitely madness in those green eyes. Jeepers, man. What is in the water here? "Hi there, Miss, Kylie... do you have a surname, because most people who introduce themselves tend to do it properly," he said gently, because he thought she was either a bit slow, or a bit nutty. Best not to upset the crazy girl... "I'm Professor Kade," he pointed to himself and spoke slowly and clearly, making no sudden movements. Where is that Healer when you need her? |
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She paused, twiddling her thumbs for a moment. "I'm also terribly sorry. I make truly awful first impressions..." She was ridiculously smart and she knew that, but because she'd spent most of her life up until last year just reading and learning and not really socializing, she was still trying to get the hang of making a good impression on someone. She literally blushed when he spoke slowly and used hand motions. "I'm not crazy, sir. I'm really sorry. I'm really just no good with first impressions. When you invited me in, you seemed cold.. my first reaction was to attempt to, I don't know. Be bold." She felt like he was going to think she was a madwoman... but she really hoped he didn't. She really really hoped he didn't. Charms was, in fact, one of her favorite classes. |
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Wasn't laughing!! "No no, not cold. Tired, groggy, grumpy. Not cold. You see Miss Matthews is it? A good Professor needs MANY naps. Many many." He walked back to his desk and sat in his chair, "I happen to be an awesome Professor." If I do say so myself. "As to whether or not you're crazy? Well crazy is as crazy does, but just try not to be crazy and dangerous, okay?" He grinned cheerfully. |
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As advising her to be well... the opposite of dangerous, she was caught off guard for a moment. She quickly regrouped, "Of course, sir." She usually conjured up some sort of gift for her teachers as a welcome back gift. Professor Lupa had gotten a cookie... Professor Lawson had witnessed her conjure a glass and water... but she didn't really know anything about this new professor. She finally decided on a sleeping mask with Awesome Professor embroidered on it. She took out her wand, visualizing the object she wanted. She took out a piece of parchment from her notebook. With a swish and whispering a couple words, she had a green sleeping mask in front of her. She then pointed her wand at the mask, muttering a few words, the last of them being "Awesome Professor." The embroidery appeared after a couple seconds. She handed the mask to him, "For a Professor whom I'm sure is awesome who needs many naps." She paused, she just realized she'd made quite a display. Drat. She thought. She knew she was far ahead of what was expected of a second year due to her grandmother's obsessive magic lessons, but she was trying to not show off at risk of being thought of as an arrogant girl. "Sorry Professor... I'm giving gifts to Professor's of subjects I enjoy or my favorite Professors and you'd said you need naps... I don't mean it in an offensive way..." She was very worried he'd be angry with her. |
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Okay, hope for his no-crazier-than-the-rest-of-them, undangerous student yet. And she's got some skillz. "Well that's nice of you," he accepted it gleefully. He didn't care if she was trying to bribe him or not. It was SHARP! "Well, it sounds like that lineup out there is getting long, so thank you so much, but I'll be sending you on your way," he opened the door to see her out, "See you in class Miss Matthews!" GLEE! I've got me presents!!! |
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After being invited into the office, Cadence entered with a smile at the professor. She walked over to him and held out her hand. "Hello, Professor Kade! My name is Cadence Ballard! I just wanted to come introduce myself before classes start!" |
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What is with this crazy need for children to touch their professors? Did they need to affirm that we're real? Yes Virginia, there is a Charms Professor. "Hi," he said. What else was there to say? Well there was the old standby. "Nice to meet you." Where were the other two he'd invited in? Hadn't he said no lollygagging? |
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Erm maybe. "Anyways, lovely time talking with you, you probably have lots of other Professors on your circuit, don't want to keep you, tally ho and all that," JD rambled as he all but shoved the girl out of his office. Phew. Children were creepy. And he'd not even held his first class. It was the enthusiasm. |
Sidney knocks on the professer half open door. "Is it alright if I come in sir?" |
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JD did not squeak. DID NOT. He gathped. It was just a bit squeaky because his nose was a little stuffed still. "Sure you can... Miss..." No name. He waved Miss No-Name in. |
"Sidney Marlowe, sir. First year Hufflepuff. I thought I should warn you before class." Sidney doesn't know how to say this without just blurting it out. "I've had some problems with my magic sir or rather lack of magic. I've never performed magic until a few week before I got my letter here to Hogwarts. I'm really not sure I even performed any. I mean. My brother Harry said I had to have performed magic. How else could I have avoided breaking my neck. My brother dropped me out of his second story window. Then I couldn't do the Cruciatus Curse in DADA class. Professor Duskurk said it would be next to impossible for any of us to do the curse properly, but I couldn't even get the spider to twitch one of his legs... Of course I didn't want to hurt the spider. I don't like spiders, but I've never deliberately hurt one. I usually get my mom or dad to squish them for me. I'm just afraid I'm not going to be able to do any magic in your class." |
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Duskirk was teaching the Cruciatus curse? To FIRSTIES? "Twisted Old Coot," JD muttered under his breath before remembering there was in fact a child in his presence. A child that needed his reassurance!! "If you aren't really magical, I don't think you'd have gotten past the sorting," JD told the child, "Unless someone confunded the sorting hat, in which case all the first years and transfers would need to be resorted and you'd of course be expelled, your wand snapped, and a formal inquiry -" Hmmmm.... not reassurring. Let's try again. "But that is HIGHLY unlikely. Like your brother," (who, by the sounds of it, is slightly dangerous,) "said, if you got dropped out of a window without injury, there has got to be some magic to you we can build off of. You just have to put some effort into it." JD smiled widely and what he hoped was reassuringly at her. Big reassuring grin. |
Wand snapped, confunded charm, expelled! If Sidney wan't already upset by Professor Duskurk, she would be now. "I swear I didn't use a confunded charm on the sorting hat. I don't even know the incantation for a confunding charm. Please sir, don't make me go and see Headmaster Tate. He already thinks I'm a flake I promise to study and practice." Sidney is grateful her wand is in her bag. Then Professor Kade calms down some. "I promise I will practice and practice. I want to learn magic. Thank you sir." Sidney sticks her hand in her robe's pocket and takes out the two chocoballs and Pepper Imp. She places them on the desk and pushes them toward Professor Kade. "I thought you might need these." |
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Backing up backing up!!! "Miss Marlowe, if you could do a confundus charm, you wouldn't need to confund the Sorting Hat. So try not to worry your" weird and panicky "little head about it. Just focus on your studies." OH CANDIES!! "Thank you, Miss Marlowe," he pulled the chocoballs toward himself like a house elf might cradle a bottle of Mrs Skowers. "Was there anything else you wanted to discuss?" |
Sidney is relieved when the professor likes the candy. "I thought you might need it. My younger brother, Tommy, suffers from low blood sugar. His symptons are very similar to yours, so I thought some candy might help you feel better. I think that's everything. I'm sorry I got upset. Geez, Tate, Duskurk, and now Professor Kade sounds like some kind of MLES agent. I know my dad said security would be tight at Hogwarts, but this is the extremes. "No sir, that's all I wanted to talk to you about. I hope you feel better." |
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"Alrighty then, off you go," JD waved her off, eyes focused NOWHERE but on the chocoballs. Was she even still in the office? Meh. |
"Thank you sir. Sidney leaves before Professor Kade decides to send her to Headmaster Tate. She doesn't know what Tate, Kade and Duskurk are up to, and Sidney doesn't want to hang around and find out either. I don't understand it. I always imagined Hogwarts as such a friendly, dull, boring place. Not a thing like this place. |
An organized mess? Jack was not sure such a thing existed! Still, he walked into the office on Kade invited him in, holding his mutant frog under his arm. There were others walking into the office as well, but since none of them had settled in yet, he decided to speak up first. "Erm, well, to be honest professor...this is kind of embarrassing...I was practicing the Geminio spell for homework, as you instructed and..." he pulled out the stuffed frog that had two heads and five arms and set it on the table. "THIS happened. I'm not sure how, but it's not going back to normal and...to make a long story short, it's my sister's and she will KILL me if she finds out!" GAH. He was such a pathetic excuse for a head boy. He couldn't even duplicate objects without creating a disaster. |
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"Geeze kid. You make me glad I'm an only child." JD cleared some papers off his couch and put them on the book shelf. Yeah... they worked there. "Put down the Frog-frog thing. And sit your butt down too." He dug into his desk and pulled out a large box containing brightly wrapped chunks of Honeydukes Nougat and chucked one at him. "And stop wibbling, this is not grounds for murder. Vanishing your father's hair at your parents' 15th Anniversary dinner? That's grounds for murder." |
Stepping into the office, JD's curious to who this professor might be. All he knew is the man's initials were the same as him. Charms...ugh. he didn't care much for charms. Mainly for the fact, he couldn't even get a simple spell as Windgardium Leviosa to work, without setting something on fire. Maybe if he got to know the professor...it might help? |
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"While I'm at it..." he shrugged, "catch the Nougat!" he tossed another one at the younger boy." |
Looking around he spots the person attached to the voice. Reaching up, he grabs the nougat coming towards him. "Thank you." he replies with a smile. "I thought I'd introduce myself. I'm JD Stevenson." Biting the corner of his lip, he figures he better warn him now. "And I'll probably be the worst student you'll ever have in class, just as a warning. Believe me Professor Masterson, could vouch for me." |
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"Really? But...you don't know Jasmine Fritzera," he added with a defeated sigh. His younger sister used to BEAT HIM UP. It was a fact that he was not proud of at allllll. And it was certainly not a fact he was about to share with anyone anytime soon. Vanishing hair...hmmmm...he wondered if the professor had actually DONE that at his parent's 15th anniversary dinner. "Do you have any idea what I might have done to cause this?" he asked. He certainly didn't want that to happen AGAIN, especially if this was on his NEWTs or something. |
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"As long as you don't irreparably damage yourself, me, someone else, or anything I'm rather fond of, I don't really mind you're lousy. As long as you put some effort into it. And try to pay attention when I'm talking... all that good jazz." Ah bless the boys with confidence issues, not a problem he had suffered as a child. Heh heh... "You'd really be surprised what you can accomplish if you're not afraid to mess up and you're actually trying not to." He glanced over at the Head Boy... "There are... accidents of course, but nothing we can't fix with a healthy dose of my brilliance." Quote:
"My best guess on what you did? Being new at the charm, not focusing on what you wanted to do quite properly. Or focusing too much. Finicky stuff, Charms. If you visualize the Frog reappearing right where the other one was... well it will. Inside or attached to the original. The good news is you've really got staying power with your charmwork, the bad news is you really need to work on your visualization." Kade made a sideways slash motion and muttered, "Secui," removing the extra head and limb from the frog. |
Thinking back to the corn maze last year. He never had checked to see if the corn had even grown back. He was too afraid really to even go near that thing again. That was definitely nothing that was easily repaired. Nodding he listens to what the professor said. "I do try...it's just that, well." remembering back to when he first got his wand, "I think it's lack of confidence. And...maybe expecting something to go wrong." "Like setting things on fire..." thinking back to that corn maze again, he winces at the thought. Watching the professor make extra limbs disappear from the frog, and listening to what he said about women. Shaking his head, he silently agrees. Having not even spoken with Anya, since last term, causes him to really rethink relationships with them... |
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Grumpy one, that Masterson... might have something to do with his Maze... "Look, if you haven't got confidence now, I can work with that, you'll get it eventually." He rifled around in his desk once more. You couldn't imagine the STUFF in there, "as long as you don't burn down my WHOLE class, I won't get too upset with you, and you'll learn stuff. You already know the incendiary charm, looks like... I wouldn't normally teach that below third year. So look what you can do that others can't. So just RELAX kid. Have a Tea or something." He passed the kid a coupon SPOILER!!: LITTLE!JD's Coupon |
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But he could definitely understand how younger students shouldn't know that spell. Remembering some of his classmates, he definitely undstood that. Even some older ones... Taking the coupon, he reads it and gives him a grin. "Thanks!" mmmm, cake... |
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Well, lesson learned! That was for sure. "Luckily for you, Jasmine failed her Charms OWL, so you won't be coming into contact with my dear baby sister any time soon," he said with a smile. "And...is that true? About the running away thing?" he asked. Now that he was in a serious SERIOUS relationship, he was going to take any relationship advice he could get. Even if it was from a professor. "Whenever I give my girlfriend shiny stuff, like jewelry, she clings to me!" he said. He thought that was...a good thing? Maybe it wasn't? He was confused! |
Charms HW ;) Aaron wasn't really concerned over getting into trouble. If anything, he could use the excuse that it was practice for his homework. Which true in some regards, but he wasn't really sure that the Professor would appreciate more papers. Nonetheless, the young first year crept stealthily along the third floor corridor and stopped only upon reaching Professor Kade's office. Dun. Dun. Dun. Casting a basic "Geminio!" The young boy cast upon the various piles of Daily Prophets and other books that were in the room. He repeated until the stacks and piles were about three or four times the amount originally there. Mission completed, Aaron moved away the Professor's office and back to the common room to write about it. Naturally Professor Kade would be expecting such a thing, right? He had asked them to practice duplicating things around the castle and technically speaking it wasn't anything prohibited . . . |
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"WHO MESSED UP MY MESS?!" There was nearly three times as much mess as there had been before. He stared at his news papers, his books, his... why were there two copies of his Halifax Comedy Festival Poster? Since when did Groucho Marx have two moustaches? As he asked himself these questions, his second ship in a bottle dissolved from beside the sofa. LITTLE VANDALS!!! |
Kellen stepped into the office ahead of Professor Kade and tried not to look at the huge mess. The huge... slowly... disappearing... mess? Huh, maybe he'd been offering extra help to someone. Kellen glanced around for the jacks, but on failing to spot them in the clutter he turned back to the professor. |
Determined not to let Kellen or himself be overwhelmed with ancipation or fear, Sabel's filter turned to 'off' and he spoke without thinking as he clapped a hand on his friend's shoulder and stepped into the office. Well, more like spoke in a raised voice to try and boost morale. "FOR WRATH, FOR GLORY AND FOR A RED DAWWWNN-oooohh.....wow..." He blinked at the mess and bit his tongue, remembering something the Headmaster had said about sarcasm and timing. Ooops. |
Kade shut the door behind them and raised his eyebrows at the mouthy little Gryffindor. "You were saying, Dakest?" What, you mean your dormitory doesn't look like this? He brushed right past the boys and took a seat at his desk. "Sit down on anything you think won't dissolve." |
Kellen felt tempted to shove one of the magazines down Sabel's throat, just to make him be quiet. He would, too, but the one his hand was touching disappeared as he began to grab it. When Kade told them to sit down, Kellen's first thought was, 'but sitting on something that will dissolve would be so much more fun...' He glanced at the couch and decided that, as there was only one, it was his safest bet. So he sat off to one side of it, and as soon as his feet left the ground it felt like he was being sucked tailbone first into the depths of the ancient thing. "Whoa!" Click. His teeth snapped together as his knees connected with his chin. Well, not quite together. His tongue had decided to leap bravely in between them. While giving his tongue a cursory roll around his mouth and discovering that it was only bleeding a little, Kellen kicked his way out of the couch's bowels and managed to hook the backs of his shoes under the piece of furniture's front. Still, his navel was almost level with his chin. Flattering. |
He might have thought of something to reply to the Professor with, had he not watched in slight disturbed fascination as Kellen was engulfed by the couch. So if the teachers didn't want to eat you, their furniture did? And would? Skittering around a tall stack of books he carefully placedhis foot on the other side of a strewn newspaper so as to remind his feet that stepping on things was not an option. "Need a hand there, Stern?" No sooner were the words out of his mouth than the ground was gone from his feet. He briefly wondered how they were supposed to sit anywhere if the floor was going to disappear on them. It was when he saw the leaflets of parchment flying up into the air along with his gangly legs, that his feet hadn't listened so well. A hard landing on his backside confirmed that the floor was indeed still there. Well, if it wasn't going anywhere, then right there was as good a spot as any. |
Kade rolled his eyes. Surely he wasn't that stupid as a kid. Okay, maybe he was about as stupid as Stern. Dakest... was special. Mouthy, and clumsy. Bad mix. "Alright alright just... sit. Stay. Good boys." Kade pulled out a parchment from one of the many drawers in his desk. "So..." he asked cheerfully, "who can tell me what this is?" |
Kellen glanced over at Sabel just in time to see the boy's two-foot salute to the ceiling. It certainly made him feel better about his own encounter with the couch. He sighed at Kade's remark, but supposed it was deserved. They were hardly the most graceful of specimens, were they? And what was wha... oh right. He struggled to sit up more on the couch, eventually managing to reach the arm of the clingy thing and sit on that instead. Then he replied, as if it was a perfectly natural question to ask, "That would be my homework, sir." |
Sitting up properly, Sabel carefully shifted a few books and papers away from uncooperative limbs, frowning a little at being addressed like a puppy. His attention was quickly rivited by the parchment Professor Kade held up, and after a moment of squinting and Kellen's words he could finally make out the words on the paper. "That is a fine speciemen of student dedication to studies and commitment to academic achievement." He gave a short nod of the head; Kellen shouldn't be getting in any trouble for turning in his homework. It was done. One way or the other. "...In very girly handwriting." Or at least, undecently neat. |
Kade rolled his eyes. This was karma. That's what it had to be. It reminded him so FORCEFULLY of his own childhood, it HAD to be comeuppance for it. Stern is a smartmouthed idiot just like I was... And Dakest, is an uncoordinated version of Casey at age 14. "Maybe someone could tell me why there is so much handwriting, even a less girly handwriting sample on this specimen?" |
Kellen's smile to Sabel began genuine, but then his face looked like someone had shoved a spoonful of lemon juice between his lips. Girly handwriting? Well excuse me, Dakest, for penning something legible! He conveyed his feelings for the boy by reaching for the closest thing to him and throwing it. It happened to be a hockey helmet. Too bad for Sabel. At least, that was the thought, until the stupid helmet disappeared two inches from the boy's head. Another cloned item. Kellen watched the space where it had been for two irritated seconds before lifting his face into a polite expression and turning back to Kade as if that hadn't just happened, "Well sir, I don't exactly have a typewriter or computer to work with." |
Sabel blinked at Kellen. Blinked and stared. Had the boy just...had he really..he had hadn't he?! Luckily for him the helmet disappeared before it connected with his face. He hadn't even moved to to try and defend himself he was too dumbfounded at the other boy's madenning mood swing. It was like rubbing a cat the wrong way; one moment its purring and the next someone looses an eye. And then Stern, as smooth as he was, acted like nothing had happened. Frowning at the other boy, Sabel resigned to not escalating the situation; they still had Kooky Kade to deal with. Straightening he looked over at the Professor. "I had a question to ask and I didn't want to disturb the students around us." |
BAHAHA! Kade was a little sorry that the hockey helmet had disappeared before it had brained Dakest. Might have done the kid some good. But OH the look on his face. Priceless! Oh if he could only award points for personal amusement. Instead, he must pretend like he was not amused. "Stern, don't do that where I can see you again, wait until my back is turned." He didn't feel like explaining the difference between neat and typewritten. In the current setting it seemed a little hypocritical anyway. "But disturbing me?" he asked, "That's fine?" |
"Yes sir." Kellen returned Sabel's frown with a smile. 'We are friends' the smile seemed to say. While the eyes glanced at the small pile of helmets hidden from Sabel's view by the couch. And his brain thought, 'And one of those is the real helmet...' |
"Yes..wait what?" Sabel blinked at Kellen again. So much for him not wanting to get in trouble. What exactly was his plan of action? There was a smile, so he had something up his....that was a mischevious smile. Not reassuring in the slightest Stern. Not one bit. "I don't see how turning in homework disturbs you. Isn't it in your duties as a Professor to engage in the reading of such things?" He frowned a little in thought. "Unless you let the answers bother you." |
Kade smiled at Dakest. And he stretched out his hands across his desk, knocking a corked bottle of ink on the floor. "Oh ooops." He added he theatrically, ducking under his desk to pick it up. |
Kellen stared at Sabel. The boy had a screw loose or something, who lectured a professor on how to mark homework? A professor who was currently... not... looking. LUNGE! Subtly was for those who didn't have mere seconds to launch an attack. Kellen grabbed a helmet in each hand and threw them at Sabel, only mildly disappointed when they both disappeared. He ducked behind the arm of the couch, grabbed two more, and threw them. More copies. This was ridiculous. He glanced over at the desk. Still clear. |
At first he was gaping at the Professor and his sudden clutzyness. He knew clutzy, and that was not real clutzy! Next, Kellen was diving in front of him, and more helmets were flying towards him. This time he did react. Letting out a small yelp he fell over backwards to try to avoid the projectiles, only to watch them disappear above his head. And there were still more. Scrambling behind the hungry couch, Sabel snatched a thick textbook and wailed it at the obnoxious boy. It disappeared before it had the chance to even come near clipping him. Firing off a few more monster books in retalitation to Stern's offensive, it was beyond tempting to let out a war cry. But then again he was sure Kooky Kade knew which item was real, and he wasn't particularly in the mood for recieving a solid object ot the temple. |
Kade camped out under his desk for a a good minute or so. He found several lost items under there. A paperback novel he thought he had lost, a fly fishing lure, a pack of Droobles... hey gum never goes bad.... He emerged from under his desk with an armload of stuff and a serene expression. "So anyway, boys..." |
Kellen grabbed two more helmets from the pile of five remaining ones, threw one, and was on the point of throwing the other when he heard Kade returning from his sojourn under the desk. Immediately he hopped back onto the arm of the couch, tossing the helmet on the seat of the couch since his arm was already in motion. And it didn't disappear. He glared at the real helmet with a small sense of betrayal before snapping his eyes back to Kade and observing mildly, "You found your ink, sir." |
MIDDLE-OF-EPIC-BATTLE-LUNGE-TO-TOSS-BOOOKKK........annnnnddd Kooky Kade had to return. Flopping his back against the base of the couch he altered the direction of his arm and the book still attached to it. It sounded like a bad pokemon call anyways. Pulling the book in front of his face to examine the cover with interest he finally noticed what he had been tossing around. A handcrafted, leather bound book sure to be as old as his great grandpa. It was a sudden relief that he had yet to toss the real one Kellen's way and a greater relief that the helmet the Ravenclaw discarded on the couch hadn't had the chance to be whipped at his skull. Blinking he turned his eyes back to the Professor. Yes, they were sitting, yes they were staying. Of course they were good. Cue innocence. |
Oh yes... these boys were... disturbingly like he had once been. Kade cleared his throat and continued as if he saw nothing, knew nothing, and was not the least bit disappointed that Stern hadn't managed to conk Dakest in the noggin. "Now, since you boys saw fit to deface and turn in that homework, want to tell me what the subject of that little conversation was all about?" It was as good as passing notes, after all, and the Cardinal rule of passing notes was this: DO NOT GET CAUGHT YOU DUNG-HEADS! |
Was that recognition he saw on the professor's face? Of what, he wondered. Maybe he'd already dealt with a couple of boys like him and Sabel earlier in the day. He doubted it, but it was possible. And if he had, Kellen wanted to meet them. Swell the ranks, you know? "We were just talking about Protean Charms the other day with one of our friends, sir." And yes, they'd wanted to ask Kade about them but was now really the time? Probably not but might as well try anyway! "We were thinking it might be," he hesitated before suggesting, "a fun challenge to learn how to do?" Yeah, because that didn't sound fake at all. But rather sound fake than be genuine and have a professor say no. And hope Sabel doesn't wax poetic. He glanced at Sabel. Don't wax poetic. Doooo nooooot.... |
"I don't see how it's defacing if it's Kellen's property to begin with." Sabel frowned, fingering the edge of the book. He didn't understand what the big deal was. It was just a peice of paper with scribbles on it. Work was supposed to be unique, individual. Defacing equalled disrespecting something someone else owned. "What ever happened to copyright?" Blinking he realized he completely missed the second half of the Professor's words and decided to just nod in agreement with Kellen. After all the kid had tried to hit him with a hockey helmet; he had to be trustworthy. Right? Right. |
"Stern, I saw your homework, remember?" Kade leaned back in his chair and gave him the, do-not-try-and-play-me look. "You do not care about challenging yourself. You're not that kind of Ravenclaw." Which I totally respect. And then there was Dakest. Merlin help him, because he was NOT helping himself. "And as for you, Dakest, well there is a reason you were sorted into Gryffindor." You never would have made it in Ravenclaw. "So let's drop the act, because it stinks." It smells anyway, "If you tell me why you are suddenly interested in clandestine meeting techniques, I might help you. If you don't, the 6 points Stern could earn for his homework will never get to him, on account of improper submission." |
Kellen had to wince a little at that. Much like a nail when a hammer hits it dead on. It was true that he'd rather learn spells as he needed them (except for Transfiguration because it was just amazing), and it was more about assuaging his curiosity than becoming a scholastic genius, but still... "Ouch, sir." Kellen regarded the assignment on Kade's desk, and decided that if he was going to tell this tale, it was going to be told right. "You see, it has to do with the girls in this school. Quite simply," he glanced towards the door as if even now one had her ear pressed against it, "they're kind of... er..." How do we say? |
"Overzealous." Sabel filled in for Kellen as he frowned at the Professor. "Like mice on swiss cheese." He supposed the Professor had a reason to inquire as to why they would want to learn and practice such a charm, especially considering they were of the type to apply it as soon as they knew how to flick it off the ends of their wands. He could appreciate that. However..."He doesn't deserve to lose all his points because there's a bit of writing off to the side. Harmless writing, too. Would you take off points for a small doodle even though all the answers were correct?" He highly doubted it. Intertwining his fingers atop the leather book he peered at the Professor. "It would seem, Sir, that you are not so much concerned with the writing that has occurred on Stern's assignment, but you are more interested in the game of finding out exactly what it is we were discussing. And you have played your hand well, but when did blackmail become acceptable for overriding the right to a freedom of speech and confidentiality?" |
Snicker. Touchy little Gryffindor. "Blackmail. That's a catchy name for it." Completely apt, but there are perks to being a Professor. And some things never change. "Really, if it bothers Stern that much, he would have forgone the six points and kept his cake hole shut; we Ravenclaws think differently than Gryffindors." As in we think. Ah but it was Stern's half explanation that intrigued him so, "They are many things, Stern," frightening, dangerous, volatile, emotionally unbalanced, "it's hard to sum them up in a single sentence." He stood and leaned forward over his desk and warned the boys ominiously, a warning he wished he'd been given as a young man, "However, if you are anything like me, and I suspect you are, you might benefit from knowing this: they will not get any better! Women... are full of the crazy! And the craziness only grows with age." |
Kellen appreciated what Sabel was trying to do for him. In fact, he couldn't remember Chaucer ever trying to intervene for him and the boy was his cousin for goodness' sake! Truth was, it was six points and he was willing to throw those away to learn that Protean Charm. The sanity of his friends depended on it. So when Kade delivered his piece of advice, Kellen couldn't help but stare at the man. Women are full of the crazy. It... it made sense. Sure, the crazy might go away for a while, but it was always there. Lurking. Waiting for a chance to burst to the surface and take a nearby innocent unawares. As he kept staring at him, his eyes shining, he finally said, "You're absolutely right." This was an adult saying this. Kade had seen the world; he knew. And Kellen was suddenly vindicated about his earlier bathroom paranoia. So he launched right into it, "I know it sounds a little weird, but we're planning on turning the boys' bathroom on the sixth floor into a kind of lounge-hang-out area for boys. It's the only place in the school where boys from different houses can go without girls being allowed to follow. We'd learn a bunch of charms and spells to fix the place up, and then we'd use the Protean Charm to either call study sessions or..." He glanced over at Sabel, "Help bail out other boys. Like that time at the Ravenclaw table, Dakest, you tell him." Because Sabel was a part of this too, clumsiness and monologues included. |
Sabel blinked at the Professor. Despite his insistance on blackmailing, bribing or what-have-you-to-gain-information, the guy...seemed decent. Especially with that warning about women. He sounded like he was in the same boat as them, or had been. A small, amsued smirk ran across his lips at the image of Kooky-Kade being clung onto by a Neptune. Some things you just didn't grow out of, apparently. Then there was Kellen, full throttle ahead, points and papers forgotten. Seeing as how the topic of concern for their current meeting seemed to have been put behind them for the sake of more important conversation. His smile grew a little at the proposition of inviting Professor Kade to their gatherings; what a sight that would be. Leaning back against the couch he listened to Kellen explain their situation. That was of course until he turned the floor over to him. He could feel his cheeks redden. He knew exactly what Kellen was talking about and he quickly shook his head, tripping over his words just as skillfully as he could his feet. "Just a really enthusiastic girl is all. It was a little overbearing for first time meeting her." He shot a look back to Kellen; he didn't want to have to explain further. |
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