*ignores the fact that I cannot read*
 

Bwaha!

Destiny noticed Evelyn stumble a bit and she couldn't help but laugh. Too bad she wasn't closer to the Professor's desk and too bad she didn't actually fall and clonk her head on the side of it. She'd have to stay in the hospital wing and wouldn't have to be looked at anymore.

But, it wasn't Evelyn's head that was getting hit, it was her own.

Hit with a mint! Scoffing, Destiny reached up to rub the spot on her head before turning around to Evelyn. The girl was soo lucky Professor Hadley was still in the room. She didn't know what she would have done otherwise, but it would not have been nice. Huffing instead, she adjusted the bag on her shoulder and stalked her way out of the classroom.

She needed chocolate.

Satisfied when the mint hit Destiny's head, Evelyn looked quite pleased with herself as she adjusted the bag on her shoulder once again. Hmph. Her smug expression grew as Destiny only huffed and left the room. That's RIGHT! One point for Evelyn, ZEROOOOOO for Ms. Huff and Puff over there.

Picking up another mint since, well she suddenly realized she threw her own at Destiny, the Slytherin glanced over her shoulder to Hadley before quickly making her way out of the room. It would be best to leave before she could say anything about that, which she did just that. And if she did, she would be sticking with her story that she made up in her mind: It was Destiny's fault.

See? It's fool proof. And made her smile.

Jooosh! Teehee, let's goooo. Goodbye to yooouuu Professor Hadley.

Throughout the lesson Anasta Riddle attentively listened to the recommendations of professors and happy understanding that many disciplines - print a lot at once.
This lesson pleased with the content and applicability to life. Thanks for taking the nice time to wonder for interesting and comefortable, Professor Hadley.
Homework is good job for me now and this own time.

Wisteria couldn't wait to start the assignment, she gathered up her things making sure she wrote down the hw.

"Good day Professor," she said smiling.

Anasta Lora Riddle for Pr. Hadley
 

Dear, I went to class then when I was allowed and the nuances of life as you see carefully familiarized with all information before - which also have taken a long time. But you have responded meanly
!
At least when I thanked for the lesson, you would react, perhaps another situation could begin.
Now I'd love to have you your hair out time after time for myself, honestly, when classes finished. Want to make myself a bandage.
After all this, we are all humans, because it is the truth!

Do you understand HOW long I have update own poems, for example, on stihi.ru as valeria77 .
Homework in this discipline I will do for that, probably. By the way, classes and discipline are different concepts.

I'm not sure, but I think you understand me.

It definitely took Josephina a bit longer than it should have to realize that a pair of OLDER Slytherins had decided to cause a commotion as they left the classroom. Couldn't they wait until OUTSIDE her classroom before they involved their obvious personal problems? No.

Confusion swept over her, she made a note to TALK to Evelyn about it later. And maybe Destiny too if Evelyn's answers weren't convincing. SOMETHING was up and perhaps she ought to consult her book on Numbers for Teenage Dramas for advice on this one if only such a book existed.



As everyone was almost out of the classroom, Josephina readied herself to lock it up when she noticed the lingering of the young Slytherin. Who thanked her for the lesson, but then seemingly took it back?

"My dear, no need for such overreactions and you're quite welcome. I'm glad you have enjoyed the lesson content," Fina began, rather unsure about this one. She didn't particularly appreciate the girl telling her not to discipline in her lessons though. "Discipline is necessary though to keep order and control in the lessons," she reminded the girl, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Have a nice day and see you next time." Yup. Sweet, simple, to the point.

Just before leaving, Zara decided to turn back and approached the professor. "Professor, I was just curious. About the homework. The poem we're gonna make is a paragram?" She asked, her left eyebrow raised in confusion. "That means...like the poem is a wordplay? Changing letter into.. Ahh, I don't know how to put it into words. But I just don't get it." She admitted, a slight frown on her face.

Okay, so everyone was out, right? She could lock up? But just as Josephina was about to do that, a young Gryffindor first year turned back around and asked a question. Startled slightly, she smiled at the sweet little lion. "Yes... Sort of. We're calling it a paragram because of the fact that the sums of each line should be equal ... or some sort of pattern the total values of each line," Fina explained, hoping this clarified it some. "So it IS a poem, mostly. But it's a paragram because the numerical values of each line is pertinent."

OHH, so that's what it was. Zara smiled and nodded to the professor. "Oh, thank you Professor. Good day!" She said, as she exited the door, and off she went, going to the library.