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Once you have been invited inside the office, by the Professor (or a Professor), make yourself comfortable. There are two chairs opposite the main desk. Feel free to turn one about-face to the fireplace on the opposite side of the room, if you are more inclined.
Like the waiting area, the office reflects an outdoor feel, with various hardy plants littered about the bookshelves and on the desk. A fireplace gives a bit of extra heat to the room, while blanketing it in a comforting, smokey cedar scent. You may notice that the windows are occasionally charmed to reflect a mountain-scene, but this is often only when the Professor is feeling overtly nostalgic or on request from an over-eager student.
A few photos of a young woman and two children have been placed almost protectively on the desk, and on the bookshelf directly behind. The shelves themselves house naturalistic items, including a few abandoned bird nests, leaves, cones and nuts of varying species and rocks and pebbles of unique nature, either roughly hewed or eerily smooth. Each item has been placed strategically and tastefully among the shelves, which enhances the cabin-like feel of the office.
Books fill up the rest of the spaces on the shelf ranging in topic from defensive and offensive spells, magical combat, martial arts, magical and muggle law, wilderness survival, outdoor reference guides, tracking and a few others whose titles are unrecognizable. Perhaps it's age, or maybe it's intentional? Do you dare risking your fingers to find out?
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Can't judge a book by it's cover? Why not? Evie did it all the time. Sometimes her judgement changed when she actually got to know the perso--
Oh, hello. There he was. And he was an OTTER person. GOOD TO KNOW. A very girlish giggle escaped from Evie's throat and she was secretly glad that Sophie was rambling about patronuses or whatever, because she had momentarily forgotten why they had come to his office. However, she did get distracted about the patronus thing for a minute, impressed and jealous that Sophie could produce a corporeal patronus already. Hm. Something to work on this term, then.
Right, why did they come here? "Erm.... Oh, we wanted to talk to you about stuff." Right? That's what they had decided. OH, wait. "And interview you, 'cause Sophie's writing a thing about you for the.... thing." What was it called..? "The Quill, she's writing about you for The Quill." The information she provided could have come out a little more gracefully, but she had expected Sophie the Almighty to do all the talking, so Evie was ill prepared. But there it was. Could they come in now?
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What, was with the giggling? Sabel looked between the two girls with all the reservation of a neutral expression as he could manage. Seriously? It felt like he was back in grade school.
Oh. Wait......he was.
But still, why with the giggling? No, you know what, it was better he didn't ask. Didn't question. There were more important things to worry about, like if the cookies being offered were laced with some type of poison, Veritaserum or even butterscotch. Merlin forbid it all, but students could be strange. And easily offended. Perhaps this batch wasn't tampered with, but if he refused such a generous offer it was very likely the next batch would be.
With a smile, he took two cookies off the offered plate. "Thank you, very much." He'd save them for later, bring them to Quiggley for testing. Or maybe even Flamsteed, though the results were likely to be skewed. Hm. "I have no beef with ferrets. Think they're quite cute actually. Each to his, or her, own. Congratulations on discovering your patronus, by the way." He'd keep that in mind.
And then there was that. The stuff. The writing. The interview. The quill.
As hard as he tried, he couldn't quite keep the grimace fully off his face. A reporter in the making? It was just his luck. He nearly stuffed the cookie in his mouth right then and there in the hopes that it would knock him right out, let him avoid this. But there was nothing like slamming a door in a young kid's face and hopes. And did they ever look hopeful.
Stepping to the side, Sabel opened the door to his office fully and refrained from sighing in resignation. "I'll be honest with you, I'm not partial to interviews. But come in and we'll talk about....stuff." Merlin only knew what that entailed.
OOC: You two may post in Sabel's office now
BEAMING at the congratulations on her patronus, Soph gave the man a brief salute. "Thanks, sir. Just had success at the end of last term, when Truebridge was all kindsa crazy about us being able to use defensive magic and master ALL the things. I'd been working on a patronus for two years on my own even before she was on our case, but I was pretty excited. S'dead useful, considering all the crazy things that happen at this school." ESPECIALLY now that she was a prefect, it came in handy. Calling for help in the midst of a crisis via a patronus was wicked cool.
But Eves... EVES. THAT WAS NOT HELPING. AT ALL.
Sophie actually GROANED at the bit about the Quill and shook her head at the man's displeasure. "I was going to ask if you'd like to be featured. I wasn't just going to come along and interview you on a whim. We were just gonna come kill lots of birds with one stone - we wanted to meet you, introduce ourselves, welcome you with cookies, talk to you about your subject 'cause Eves here might wanna possibly pursue a career with Magical Law Enforcement 'cause she's incredible and got an Outstanding in your subject," as did Sophie, but she didn't think it was important to mention that, "and I was gonna see if you wanted--" she shook her head some more, "but m'not gonna try talking you into anything. We'll just go with the flow, 'kay?"
She finally moved forward into the office, scrutinizing every bit of the room curiously as she instinctively crossed toward the two chairs in front of the desk. It was a nice office, very well furnished and organized, and she appreciated the fireplace and the overall outdoorsy feel of it. It was a very welcoming office, perfectly matching with the seating area. Cool guy already, he was, even though she thought she'd already accidentally ruined his life and gotten off to a bad start. So... was it okay that she didn't sit yet? Because she still wasn't totally sure that the guy wasn't going to kick her out for making him think she was going to get all up in his business. Sigh.
"...Did we introduce ourselves?" She couldn't even remember, in the midst of all the excitement.
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What, was with the giggling? Sabel looked between the two girls with all the reservation of a neutral expression as he could manage. Seriously? It felt like he was back in grade school.
Oh. Wait......he was.
But still, why with the giggling? No, you know what, it was better he didn't ask. Didn't question. There were more important things to worry about, like if the cookies being offered were laced with some type of poison, Veritaserum or even butterscotch. Merlin forbid it all, but students could be strange. And easily offended. Perhaps this batch wasn't tampered with, but if he refused such a generous offer it was very likely the next batch would be.
With a smile, he took two cookies off the offered plate. "Thank you, very much." He'd save them for later, bring them to Quiggley for testing. Or maybe even Flamsteed, though the results were likely to be skewed. Hm. "I have no beef with ferrets. Think they're quite cute actually. Each to his, or her, own. Congratulations on discovering your patronus, by the way." He'd keep that in mind.
And then there was that. The stuff. The writing. The interview. The quill.
As hard as he tried, he couldn't quite keep the grimace fully off his face. A reporter in the making? It was just his luck. He nearly stuffed the cookie in his mouth right then and there in the hopes that it would knock him right out, let him avoid this. But there was nothing like slamming a door in a young kid's face and hopes. And did they ever look hopeful.
Stepping to the side, Sabel opened the door to his office fully and refrained from sighing in resignation. "I'll be honest with you, I'm not partial to interviews. But come in and we'll talk about....stuff." Merlin only knew what that entailed.
OOC: You two may post in Sabel's office now
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BEAMING at the congratulations on her patronus, Soph gave the man a brief salute. "Thanks, sir. Just had success at the end of last term, when Truebridge was all kindsa crazy about us being able to use defensive magic and master ALL the things. I'd been working on a patronus for two years on my own even before she was on our case, but I was pretty excited. S'dead useful, considering all the crazy things that happen at this school." ESPECIALLY now that she was a prefect, it came in handy. Calling for help in the midst of a crisis via a patronus was wicked cool.
But Eves... EVES. THAT WAS NOT HELPING. AT ALL.
Sophie actually GROANED at the bit about the Quill and shook her head at the man's displeasure. "I was going to ask if you'd like to be featured. I wasn't just going to come along and interview you on a whim. We were just gonna come kill lots of birds with one stone - we wanted to meet you, introduce ourselves, welcome you with cookies, talk to you about your subject 'cause Eves here might wanna possibly pursue a career with Magical Law Enforcement 'cause she's incredible and got an Outstanding in your subject," as did Sophie, but she didn't think it was important to mention that, "and I was gonna see if you wanted--" she shook her head some more, "but m'not gonna try talking you into anything. We'll just go with the flow, 'kay?"
She finally moved forward into the office, scrutinizing every bit of the room curiously as she instinctively crossed toward the two chairs in front of the desk. It was a nice office, very well furnished and organized, and she appreciated the fireplace and the overall outdoorsy feel of it. It was a very welcoming office, perfectly matching with the seating area. Cool guy already, he was, even though she thought she'd already accidentally ruined his life and gotten off to a bad start. So... was it okay that she didn't sit yet? Because she still wasn't totally sure that the guy wasn't going to kick her out for making him think she was going to get all up in his business. Sigh.
"...Did we introduce ourselves?" She couldn't even remember, in the midst of all the excitement.
Merlin, Sophie talked a lot. Not that it was a problem, Evie was just observing. She was still cute. Evie simply stood there, rocking on her toes slightly while Sophie mended her words and told her what they were REALLY going to do. Sorry, sheesh. That's why Sophie did all the talking; not her. She was better at it and was generally more aware of situations and things and... people things. Evie just kinda... talked. But right now, she was listening. She gave the professor a big smile when Sophie told him she was interested in the MLE.
Finally, they were let in and Evie walked in behind Sophie, her eyes immediately taking in everything about his office. It had a very nice mountain-outdoorsy feel to it and it was rather cozy. She looked at the pictures he had out before realizing that they HADN'T introduced themselves.
Well, better late than never. Evie stepped forward. "Evangeline Shacklebolt, at your service," she said cheerfully, extending her hand out for the Professor to shake. Ya hear that? SHACKLEBOLT? He should appreciate that name, right? Maybe? It was kind of legendary, you know. "Is that your family, sir?" she asked curiously, gesturing to a couple of the photos.
BEAMING at the congratulations on her patronus, Soph gave the man a brief salute. "Thanks, sir. Just had success at the end of last term, when Truebridge was all kindsa crazy about us being able to use defensive magic and master ALL the things. I'd been working on a patronus for two years on my own even before she was on our case, but I was pretty excited. S'dead useful, considering all the crazy things that happen at this school." ESPECIALLY now that she was a prefect, it came in handy. Calling for help in the midst of a crisis via a patronus was wicked cool.
But Eves... EVES. THAT WAS NOT HELPING. AT ALL.
Sophie actually GROANED at the bit about the Quill and shook her head at the man's displeasure. "I was going to ask if you'd like to be featured. I wasn't just going to come along and interview you on a whim. We were just gonna come kill lots of birds with one stone - we wanted to meet you, introduce ourselves, welcome you with cookies, talk to you about your subject 'cause Eves here might wanna possibly pursue a career with Magical Law Enforcement 'cause she's incredible and got an Outstanding in your subject," as did Sophie, but she didn't think it was important to mention that, "and I was gonna see if you wanted--" she shook her head some more, "but m'not gonna try talking you into anything. We'll just go with the flow, 'kay?"
She finally moved forward into the office, scrutinizing every bit of the room curiously as she instinctively crossed toward the two chairs in front of the desk. It was a nice office, very well furnished and organized, and she appreciated the fireplace and the overall outdoorsy feel of it. It was a very welcoming office, perfectly matching with the seating area. Cool guy already, he was, even though she thought she'd already accidentally ruined his life and gotten off to a bad start. So... was it okay that she didn't sit yet? Because she still wasn't totally sure that the guy wasn't going to kick her out for making him think she was going to get all up in his business. Sigh.
"...Did we introduce ourselves?" She couldn't even remember, in the midst of all the excitement.
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Merlin, Sophie talked a lot. Not that it was a problem, Evie was just observing. She was still cute. Evie simply stood there, rocking on her toes slightly while Sophie mended her words and told her what they were REALLY going to do. Sorry, sheesh. That's why Sophie did all the talking; not her. She was better at it and was generally more aware of situations and things and... people things. Evie just kinda... talked. But right now, she was listening. She gave the professor a big smile when Sophie told him she was interested in the MLE.
Finally, they were let in and Evie walked in behind Sophie, her eyes immediately taking in everything about his office. It had a very nice mountain-outdoorsy feel to it and it was rather cozy. She looked at the pictures he had out before realizing that they HADN'T introduced themselves.
Well, better late than never. Evie stepped forward. "Evangeline Shacklebolt, at your service," she said cheerfully, extending her hand out for the Professor to shake. Ya hear that? SHACKLEBOLT? He should appreciate that name, right? Maybe? It was kind of legendary, you know. "Is that your family, sir?" she asked curiously, gesturing to a couple of the photos.
Perhaps he should have held the conversation outside, in the waiting area. They seemed to...talk less. At least the one did anyways. Upon an invitation in, the floodgates seemed to have opened and Sabel, admittedly, had a bit of a time keeping up with all that she was saying. Merlin how he had forgotten how energetic kids could be.
His eyebrows went up and down at the list of things. Meeting, good. Introductions, good. Cookies, still questionable. Career with the MLE, extra raised eyebrow. And the Quill, made him sigh inwardly a little. Whether it was relief or the weighing sense of responsibility to answer questions while not answering, he wasn't quite sure.
But go with the flow? That worked just dandy with him, and he gave a nod as he shut the door behind the two girls. "Thank you again, for the cookies. That was very thoughtful of you." They still weren't trustworthy items for consumption yet. No, it was far too early to tell for that.
As for introductions, he shook his head a little as he made his way to his desk. He had first names, Evie and Sophie, but who knew if they were nicknames or not. "You...sort of have."
Perching on the edge of his desk, closest to the two chairs, Sabel put the cookies on the desk just behind himself in a discrete fashion, his eyes drifting over his shoulder to look at the pictures that Evie had indicated. The old Auror twitch of suspicion had him hesitating in his answer, until he reminded himself that they were just students. Curious students. "Some of them. Family and close friends."
His attention returned to the two girls and he clasped his hands loosely in his lap. "So, Quill and MLE?" He let out a breath. "I'll be upfront and honest with you about the first, I don't have any love for papers or reports, but depending on your questions, I suppose I could answer a few." As long as they were harmless. "Your patronus experience sounds a bit more beneficial for the student body though. I'm sure there are a lot of classmates struggling with their own. They might find a relateable voice encouraging."
If asked, he would deny deflection. One hundred percent. As for the MLE....His eyes slipped over to Ms. Shacklebolt, cautiously curious. "Congratulations on your marks in DADA. That's impressive. But why the MLE?"
He had made a promise to Rainey, one that he actually agreed upon, and he intended to keep it as best as he could.
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It was difficult, to maintain a straight face. Especially with the initial excited grin of the boy, and the subsequent lecture that he got. By the end of it, Sabel couldn't manage and the genuine smile he'd been retaining came forth with a belt of laughter.
"By Merlin's socks, Zeke, you take so much after your mother. It's good to see you." Opening the door, he stepped to the side to let the kid in. "You sure you want to come in? There are s'mores out here." Though, he supposed he could pull a few into his office. Why was no one interested in the s'mores. Perhaps he would have to try a different food.
He didn't see what was so funny about all of this, but the fact that Sabel was cracking up did not escape his notice. Should he be offended? Was he not being taken SERIOUSLY? He was a THIRD YEAR now, he was all sorts of grown up! TWO whole years of magical education had taught him that he was advanced far beyond his years... where parseltongue, racing creatures and miscellaneous things were involved.
But then... he wasn't NOT being taken seriously?
He was like Emily? He'd heard that once or twice before, but it was always something that was laughed about... and it was NOT a funny topic. "I hope so," he decided, taking it perfectly seriously. If he was going to be like anyone, he'd want to be like her for sure. But yeah, good to see you too Mr. Being-rude-and-then-laughing-in-faces man.
Though he USUALLY thought with his stomach, he was already full, so s'mores didn't sound the least bit appealing. "I'll pass on those, I have questions that you need to answer, if that's cool with you?" he said, casually letting himself past and into the man's office. It looked... different. Like, a cabin. Odd. Of course as with all offices he'd seen, there were books and photos and bits and pieces. Neat.
Casually he helped himself to one of the squishy looking chairs and let his eyes wonder while Sabel joined him. Friendly manly chats were going to happen.
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He didn't see what was so funny about all of this, but the fact that Sabel was cracking up did not escape his notice. Should he be offended? Was he not being taken SERIOUSLY? He was a THIRD YEAR now, he was all sorts of grown up! TWO whole years of magical education had taught him that he was advanced far beyond his years... where parseltongue, racing creatures and miscellaneous things were involved.
But then... he wasn't NOT being taken seriously?
He was like Emily? He'd heard that once or twice before, but it was always something that was laughed about... and it was NOT a funny topic. "I hope so," he decided, taking it perfectly seriously. If he was going to be like anyone, he'd want to be like her for sure. But yeah, good to see you too Mr. Being-rude-and-then-laughing-in-faces man.
Though he USUALLY thought with his stomach, he was already full, so s'mores didn't sound the least bit appealing. "I'll pass on those, I have questions that you need to answer, if that's cool with you?" he said, casually letting himself past and into the man's office. It looked... different. Like, a cabin. Odd. Of course as with all offices he'd seen, there were books and photos and bits and pieces. Neat.
Casually he helped himself to one of the squishy looking chairs and let his eyes wonder while Sabel joined him. Friendly manly chats were going to happen.
It was fairly obvious that his humor wasn't shared. Kid had more serious bones in his body than he could count, but it wasn't enough to dissuade him from his less-than-serious nature.
Shaking his head, Sabel shut the door behind Zeke and followed him over to the chairs. "Doesn't sound like I have much choice in the matter." Truly, Emily's son. It was endearing to see. He'd have to write her about it.
Taking a seat in second chair, Sabel considered the boy and tried his best to be a bit more serious. "What seems to be bothering you?"
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Choice? Was he supposed to have a choice? Naaaahhhh. "You don't," he assured with a grin. He was a student with needs and Professor's had the DUTY to meet those needs, did they not? Or well, sure there were some that really truly wouldn't, but most would. Some might even bend over backward to meet his needs... and he was hoping Sabel was that kind of man.
Bothering him...
Right, well.
"There's a few things," he started with a nod, "firstly though, I don't think I'll be able to stop myself from calling you Sabel, is it okay if I call you Professor Sabel?" he asked. "Professor Airey and Professor Cassie let me call them by their names." So by that measure Sabel should be no different. Correct?
Choice? Was he supposed to have a choice? Naaaahhhh. "You don't," he assured with a grin. He was a student with needs and Professor's had the DUTY to meet those needs, did they not? Or well, sure there were some that really truly wouldn't, but most would. Some might even bend over backward to meet his needs... and he was hoping Sabel was that kind of man.
Bothering him...
Right, well.
"There's a few things," he started with a nod, "firstly though, I don't think I'll be able to stop myself from calling you Sabel, is it okay if I call you Professor Sabel?" he asked. "Professor Airey and Professor Cassie let me call them by their names." So by that measure Sabel should be no different. Correct?
Ah look, there was that smile again. Good. They were back on track then. Less seriousness, more relaxed and casual.
Names. What could the kid call him? He scrubbed at his chin briefly before shrugging. "I don't see a problem with it." Honestly, he didn't like the Professor title, it was still strange to him, but he couldn't say that. There were limits and boundaries. "I would just ask that you don't advertise that I know, or worked with your mother."
Auror paranoia. He still had it and he wasn't intent on loosing it at any time. Plus, he didn't want to cause trouble for Zeke by having the other kids think there was some sort of favoritism or such going on, because of past relations. "Can we agree on that?"
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They were getting somewhere now. GOOD.
Zeke ticked that off the list he was still forming in his head. "Great, cause I can't break habits," he was a creature of them, and he'd called him Sabel too many times to just stop now. But then... a counter request. Uh huh.
Pursing his lips, he considered that proposition. Don't advertise that he and Emily worked together.
... Weeeeeeeelllllllll ... technically speaking he'd already blabbed about that, but he could certainly promise not to tell anyone ELSE. Unless they asked. Or something. "Deal," he decided. "I doubt anyone would care anyway, and if they do, then they could probably figure that out for themselves." It was a difficult fact to miss if you thought about it. Head of MLE. Auror. They were bound to have known each other and stuff. OH WELL.
"Now, I also have questions about your rules," and YES he was familiar with them already. "I don't like them, or, some of them."
And... which ones were they again?
"The thing about risks, I sometimes can't help it, I do things without thinking so don't hold that against me. And then there's the one about food in the classroom, I hope chocolate frogs are not included in this cause it's always handy to have in case you feel poorly and faint and stuff." SUPER handy, not to mention incredibly delicious. "And the two strikes thing, that doesn't count for me, does it?" It was just for those that he didn't know and were stupid, right?
Zeke ticked that off the list he was still forming in his head. "Great, cause I can't break habits," he was a creature of them, and he'd called him Sabel too many times to just stop now. But then... a counter request. Uh huh.
Pursing his lips, he considered that proposition. Don't advertise that he and Emily worked together.
... Weeeeeeeelllllllll ... technically speaking he'd already blabbed about that, but he could certainly promise not to tell anyone ELSE. Unless they asked. Or something. "Deal," he decided. "I doubt anyone would care anyway, and if they do, then they could probably figure that out for themselves." It was a difficult fact to miss if you thought about it. Head of MLE. Auror. They were bound to have known each other and stuff. OH WELL.
"Now, I also have questions about your rules," and YES he was familiar with them already. "I don't like them, or, some of them."
And... which ones were they again?
"The thing about risks, I sometimes can't help it, I do things without thinking so don't hold that against me. And then there's the one about food in the classroom, I hope chocolate frogs are not included in this cause it's always handy to have in case you feel poorly and faint and stuff." SUPER handy, not to mention incredibly delicious. "And the two strikes thing, that doesn't count for me, does it?" It was just for those that he didn't know and were stupid, right?
Was he keeping up?
One of Sabel's eyebrows went up. "I don't suppose they'd be called habits, if they were easy to break." But they had a deal. Good. It didn't matter to Sabel what the kid thought of the deal, it made him feel a bit better. He'd leave out the part about who might care and who might not, and just move on with things.
Things. Rules. Questions about rules. Dislikes about rules. Well, this should be good.
Leaning back in the chair, Sabel hooked one ankle over his opposite knee, watching Zeke carefully. He was, admittedly relieved when the protests weren't against the 'No Unforgivables' or how school robes should be worn at all times. These protests were, fairly easy to answer. Starting with the last one.
"No, two strikes don't count for you. You, have one." He'd let the kid try and sauce out whether it was because he had already lost one of the two strikes, favoritism was not to be had in his classroom or because he was Emily's son, he had extra high expectations of him. He had other rules to address.
Dropping his foot, Sabel leaned forward and intertwined his fingers together, forearms resting on his knees. The look he fixed Zeke with, was now very serious. "The rules are in place for a reason, Zeke. I don't consider myself an unreasonable man, and circumstances will dictate when a rule is breached or not."
"As for food, this is a physical class, so I expect you all to come well prepared. And that includes eating. If you have issues with low blood sugar, I expect that you tell me before we start. If you need to have food on hand during class, give it to me and I'll keep it somewhere easily accessible but out of way of distraction."
The faintest ghost of a smile touched the corner of his lips. "I understand people don't always use their heads before acting. I used to be quite the impulsive kid myself. All I am asking is that you try to think, and look, before you jump. And you don't jump if you notice something that will put you or someone else in danger. I don't need to write ten owls a week explaining how Benny broke his arm and Molly chipped a tooth." Did he get it? Tempered, accidental risks only.
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What?
... don't suppose they'd be habits if they were easy to break? ..... he was just going to smile and nod and move on from whatever THAT meant. "Mmhhmmm..." yep. GOT IT... not.
It was funny, speaking to Sabel like this, with him all boss-like and stuff, sitting and watching and probably judging and things. Was this how he interrogated the bad wizards? Because if so, it was HILARIOUS. He smiled softly, refraining from smirking instead. HILARIOUS.
But then... THAT was NOT hilarious.
Say what?
Zeke's face FELL when he apparently only got ONE strike. What did that even mean? Was he already in trouble? What had he done? His lower lip dropped a little to complain, but he caught himself. That was a sure-fire way to lose his APPARENTLY last strike. Unless they were good things? Were they good things? They sounded REALLY BAD. Zeke closed his mouth again. He might have to ask someone else about this... and not Emily, because she didn't need to know he was in trouble, if that's indeed what he was. Maybe Gavin knew? Or Elijah? OR AIREY!... that man would know, or could find out. Yep.
Then there was the whole reasonable man, rules blah blah blah spiel. Did he have to?
And the whole food thing wasn't what he meant, not like that.
"No no no... like, for when things happen in class and stuff, see here at Hogwarts weird things happen, we have trolls come in and break things and apparently people get really old and others get eaten by plants and some people become people that they're not... it's just weird, so having chocolate on hand is practically survival 101." Right? NOW did he see what he was getting at? "I mean, if you don't TRUST me to not eat my chocolate then I suppose you can hold onto it, but I don't go anywhere without it, ask mum if you don't believe me." T'was true. It was even in his 'go bag'! Besides, food wasn't a distraction, OTHER things were.
As for not jumping... he was a jumper... he couldn't help it, but he could at least pretend he was the responsible and cautious type - as much of a lie as that was. "Wait... Benny broke his arm?"... was that true? He hadn't seen much of Benny, he supposed it was entirely possible the dude was in the Hospital Wing. And, just WHO was Molly?
But but but... school rules aside, he had OTHER questions.
"Did mum tell you to spy on me? Is that why your here?" He knew Elijah wasn't allowed to come, or something, but it could simply have been because Sabel was here anyway. "Cause if she did, you can tell her I'm fine and that I promise to do my homework, I won't die or anything, I'm not even allowed to - according to your rules."
... don't suppose they'd be habits if they were easy to break? ..... he was just going to smile and nod and move on from whatever THAT meant. "Mmhhmmm..." yep. GOT IT... not.
It was funny, speaking to Sabel like this, with him all boss-like and stuff, sitting and watching and probably judging and things. Was this how he interrogated the bad wizards? Because if so, it was HILARIOUS. He smiled softly, refraining from smirking instead. HILARIOUS.
But then... THAT was NOT hilarious.
Say what?
Zeke's face FELL when he apparently only got ONE strike. What did that even mean? Was he already in trouble? What had he done? His lower lip dropped a little to complain, but he caught himself. That was a sure-fire way to lose his APPARENTLY last strike. Unless they were good things? Were they good things? They sounded REALLY BAD. Zeke closed his mouth again. He might have to ask someone else about this... and not Emily, because she didn't need to know he was in trouble, if that's indeed what he was. Maybe Gavin knew? Or Elijah? OR AIREY!... that man would know, or could find out. Yep.
Then there was the whole reasonable man, rules blah blah blah spiel. Did he have to?
And the whole food thing wasn't what he meant, not like that.
"No no no... like, for when things happen in class and stuff, see here at Hogwarts weird things happen, we have trolls come in and break things and apparently people get really old and others get eaten by plants and some people become people that they're not... it's just weird, so having chocolate on hand is practically survival 101." Right? NOW did he see what he was getting at? "I mean, if you don't TRUST me to not eat my chocolate then I suppose you can hold onto it, but I don't go anywhere without it, ask mum if you don't believe me." T'was true. It was even in his 'go bag'! Besides, food wasn't a distraction, OTHER things were.
As for not jumping... he was a jumper... he couldn't help it, but he could at least pretend he was the responsible and cautious type - as much of a lie as that was. "Wait... Benny broke his arm?"... was that true? He hadn't seen much of Benny, he supposed it was entirely possible the dude was in the Hospital Wing. And, just WHO was Molly?
But but but... school rules aside, he had OTHER questions.
"Did mum tell you to spy on me? Is that why your here?" He knew Elijah wasn't allowed to come, or something, but it could simply have been because Sabel was here anyway. "Cause if she did, you can tell her I'm fine and that I promise to do my homework, I won't die or anything, I'm not even allowed to - according to your rules."
It was interesting watching the change in Zeke's expression, from bemused to less than approving. Admittedly, Sabel felt a little guilty about knocking down his strike one peg, but it was quickly dismissed. That was his answer, and he was sticking to it.
Then again, it did make it difficult to forward the 'no favoritism in my class' argument for the continued protest about the food. The kid was smart, and would likely pounce on that as quickly as he would an escaped chocolate frog. Letting out a breath, Sabel shook his head again. "I went to Hogwarts, Zeke, and plenty happened in the years I was there. But I don't remember anyone needing a chocolate frog, or pulling one out. Believe me, you won't even remember you have it, if and when it comes down to it."
He shrugged. "I trust you well enough, but that has nothing to do with my rule. You can part with it for a couple of hours. It'll be good practice. So, my rule stands. Unless you don't trust me not to eat it." The kid got a sly grin. Chocolate frogs were, after all, tasty.
But his own smile faltered at Zeke's literal interpretation of his example. Perhaps he shouldn't use names? Such common names. Of course there were bound to be students by them in Hogwarts, and memory twitched. He did remember a Benny...Benjamin. Another sigh. "No, it was just an example. He's fine."
And he'd have to watch exactly what he said around this one. Rather literal, wasn't he?
Then there was that. That ultimate question. The reason for the visit. And it had him laughing. Resting back in his chair, Sabel shook his head as he sobered. "If I wanted to spy on you Zeke, or your mom had requested it, there are much more efficient and effective ways of doing so than becoming a Professor at Hogwarts." Really. Kid had quite the imagination. "You can put your worries to rest. I'm here for reasons other than you." Enough said.
He tipped his head slightly, considering. "Though she did ask me to look out for you. And I do intend to do that. So, see that you do keep to that rule, alright? It's a good one."
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Merlin, Sophie talked a lot. Not that it was a problem, Evie was just observing. She was still cute. Evie simply stood there, rocking on her toes slightly while Sophie mended her words and told her what they were REALLY going to do. Sorry, sheesh. That's why Sophie did all the talking; not her. She was better at it and was generally more aware of situations and things and... people things. Evie just kinda... talked. But right now, she was listening. She gave the professor a big smile when Sophie told him she was interested in the MLE.
Finally, they were let in and Evie walked in behind Sophie, her eyes immediately taking in everything about his office. It had a very nice mountain-outdoorsy feel to it and it was rather cozy. She looked at the pictures he had out before realizing that they HADN'T introduced themselves.
Well, better late than never. Evie stepped forward. "Evangeline Shacklebolt, at your service," she said cheerfully, extending her hand out for the Professor to shake. Ya hear that? SHACKLEBOLT? He should appreciate that name, right? Maybe? It was kind of legendary, you know. "Is that your family, sir?" she asked curiously, gesturing to a couple of the photos. [/color]
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Perhaps he should have held the conversation outside, in the waiting area. They seemed to...talk less. At least the one did anyways. Upon an invitation in, the floodgates seemed to have opened and Sabel, admittedly, had a bit of a time keeping up with all that she was saying. Merlin how he had forgotten how energetic kids could be.
His eyebrows went up and down at the list of things. Meeting, good. Introductions, good. Cookies, still questionable. Career with the MLE, extra raised eyebrow. And the Quill, made him sigh inwardly a little. Whether it was relief or the weighing sense of responsibility to answer questions while not answering, he wasn't quite sure.
But go with the flow? That worked just dandy with him, and he gave a nod as he shut the door behind the two girls. "Thank you again, for the cookies. That was very thoughtful of you." They still weren't trustworthy items for consumption yet. No, it was far too early to tell for that.
As for introductions, he shook his head a little as he made his way to his desk. He had first names, Evie and Sophie, but who knew if they were nicknames or not. "You...sort of have."
Perching on the edge of his desk, closest to the two chairs, Sabel put the cookies on the desk just behind himself in a discrete fashion, his eyes drifting over his shoulder to look at the pictures that Evie had indicated. The old Auror twitch of suspicion had him hesitating in his answer, until he reminded himself that they were just students. Curious students. "Some of them. Family and close friends."
His attention returned to the two girls and he clasped his hands loosely in his lap. "So, Quill and MLE?" He let out a breath. "I'll be upfront and honest with you about the first, I don't have any love for papers or reports, but depending on your questions, I suppose I could answer a few." As long as they were harmless. "Your patronus experience sounds a bit more beneficial for the student body though. I'm sure there are a lot of classmates struggling with their own. They might find a relateable voice encouraging."
If asked, he would deny deflection. One hundred percent. As for the MLE....His eyes slipped over to Ms. Shacklebolt, cautiously curious. "Congratulations on your marks in DADA. That's impressive. But why the MLE?"
He had made a promise to Rainey, one that he actually agreed upon, and he intended to keep it as best as he could.
They SORT OF had introduced themselves? Merlin, how silly. "And I'm Sophie Brown. We're both sixth year Ravenclaws," she added after Evie, extending a professional hand out to shake with the man's own. Still trying to make that good first impression, though she had customarily offered such a formal greeting to all her new professors during her very first year. Thinking back on it, most of them got a kick out of an eleven-year old shaking their hand in greeting like an adult would. Botros in particular had seemed to enjoy it, and there mere memory of it brought a smile to Sophie's face.
Following the attention of Evie that had turned to the photographs, Soph gave a hum of acknowledgement, and wasn't the least bit surprised that Dakest only touched upon the topic briefly before turning the conversation back onto them. Aurors were tricky ones, full of suspicion and distrust - surely the man didn't care to have people know the details of his private life, especially his students.
"I'm actually writing the Professor of the Month and the Spell of the Week features, so... I can totally do that. Thank you for the idea, sir," she smiled, though... "When it comes out, y'might have a lotta kids coming to talk to you about patronuses 'n being frustrated that they can't get it 'n asking you for personal guidance. So... you'd have to be ready for that." But she'd do it, as long as she had his permission and he wouldn't mind being summoned to the practice room to help people along with their patronus charms.
Turning her gaze to Evie, Sophie wondered... yes, why the MLE? She'd never really thought to ask about what the appeal was there for her.
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Perhaps he should have held the conversation outside, in the waiting area. They seemed to...talk less. At least the one did anyways. Upon an invitation in, the floodgates seemed to have opened and Sabel, admittedly, had a bit of a time keeping up with all that she was saying. Merlin how he had forgotten how energetic kids could be.
His eyebrows went up and down at the list of things. Meeting, good. Introductions, good. Cookies, still questionable. Career with the MLE, extra raised eyebrow. And the Quill, made him sigh inwardly a little. Whether it was relief or the weighing sense of responsibility to answer questions while not answering, he wasn't quite sure.
But go with the flow? That worked just dandy with him, and he gave a nod as he shut the door behind the two girls. "Thank you again, for the cookies. That was very thoughtful of you." They still weren't trustworthy items for consumption yet. No, it was far too early to tell for that.
As for introductions, he shook his head a little as he made his way to his desk. He had first names, Evie and Sophie, but who knew if they were nicknames or not. "You...sort of have."
Perching on the edge of his desk, closest to the two chairs, Sabel put the cookies on the desk just behind himself in a discrete fashion, his eyes drifting over his shoulder to look at the pictures that Evie had indicated. The old Auror twitch of suspicion had him hesitating in his answer, until he reminded himself that they were just students. Curious students. "Some of them. Family and close friends."
His attention returned to the two girls and he clasped his hands loosely in his lap. "So, Quill and MLE?" He let out a breath. "I'll be upfront and honest with you about the first, I don't have any love for papers or reports, but depending on your questions, I suppose I could answer a few." As long as they were harmless. "Your patronus experience sounds a bit more beneficial for the student body though. I'm sure there are a lot of classmates struggling with their own. They might find a relateable voice encouraging."
If asked, he would deny deflection. One hundred percent. As for the MLE....His eyes slipped over to Ms. Shacklebolt, cautiously curious. "Congratulations on your marks in DADA. That's impressive. But why the MLE?"
He had made a promise to Rainey, one that he actually agreed upon, and he intended to keep it as best as he could.
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They SORT OF had introduced themselves? Merlin, how silly. "And I'm Sophie Brown. We're both sixth year Ravenclaws," she added after Evie, extending a professional hand out to shake with the man's own. Still trying to make that good first impression, though she had customarily offered such a formal greeting to all her new professors during her very first year. Thinking back on it, most of them got a kick out of an eleven-year old shaking their hand in greeting like an adult would. Botros in particular had seemed to enjoy it, and there mere memory of it brought a smile to Sophie's face.
Following the attention of Evie that had turned to the photographs, Soph gave a hum of acknowledgement, and wasn't the least bit surprised that Dakest only touched upon the topic briefly before turning the conversation back onto them. Aurors were tricky ones, full of suspicion and distrust - surely the man didn't care to have people know the details of his private life, especially his students.
"I'm actually writing the Professor of the Month and the Spell of the Week features, so... I can totally do that. Thank you for the idea, sir," she smiled, though... "When it comes out, y'might have a lotta kids coming to talk to you about patronuses 'n being frustrated that they can't get it 'n asking you for personal guidance. So... you'd have to be ready for that." But she'd do it, as long as she had his permission and he wouldn't mind being summoned to the practice room to help people along with their patronus charms.
Turning her gaze to Evie, Sophie wondered... yes, why the MLE? She'd never really thought to ask about what the appeal was there for her.
"You're welcome," Evie said in regards to his thanks for the cookies, even though she hadn't done nearly enough work on them to take credit for them. But speaking of cookies, she wanted one, so before the Professor could put them on his desk, Evie snagged one and ate half of it in one bite. She deserved a reward for her not so hard work.
Family and close friends were in the pictures. Evie nodded. That's all she wanted to know. Cool.
Evangeline positively BEAMED when he congratulated her on her outstanding remarks and she did a little curtsy in response. But why the MLE? "'Cause I think it'd be cool to fight crime and lock people up in jail," she said, brushing cookie crumbs off her skirt. Yeah, that was pretty much it. That was as far as her career thought process went at that moment. Finishing her cookie, Evie's attention turned back to Sophie as she talked about patronuses. She herself was frustrated by producing one that didn't look like a cotton ball.
They SORT OF had introduced themselves? Merlin, how silly. "And I'm Sophie Brown. We're both sixth year Ravenclaws," she added after Evie, extending a professional hand out to shake with the man's own. Still trying to make that good first impression, though she had customarily offered such a formal greeting to all her new professors during her very first year. Thinking back on it, most of them got a kick out of an eleven-year old shaking their hand in greeting like an adult would. Botros in particular had seemed to enjoy it, and there mere memory of it brought a smile to Sophie's face.
Following the attention of Evie that had turned to the photographs, Soph gave a hum of acknowledgement, and wasn't the least bit surprised that Dakest only touched upon the topic briefly before turning the conversation back onto them. Aurors were tricky ones, full of suspicion and distrust - surely the man didn't care to have people know the details of his private life, especially his students.
"I'm actually writing the Professor of the Month and the Spell of the Week features, so... I can totally do that. Thank you for the idea, sir," she smiled, though... "When it comes out, y'might have a lotta kids coming to talk to you about patronuses 'n being frustrated that they can't get it 'n asking you for personal guidance. So... you'd have to be ready for that." But she'd do it, as long as she had his permission and he wouldn't mind being summoned to the practice room to help people along with their patronus charms.
Turning her gaze to Evie, Sophie wondered... yes, why the MLE? She'd never really thought to ask about what the appeal was there for her.
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"You're welcome," Evie said in regards to his thanks for the cookies, even though she hadn't done nearly enough work on them to take credit for them. But speaking of cookies, she wanted one, so before the Professor could put them on his desk, Evie snagged one and ate half of it in one bite. She deserved a reward for her not so hard work.
Family and close friends were in the pictures. Evie nodded. That's all she wanted to know. Cool.
Evangeline positively BEAMED when he congratulated her on her outstanding remarks and she did a little curtsy in response. But why the MLE? "'Cause I think it'd be cool to fight crime and lock people up in jail," she said, brushing cookie crumbs off her skirt. Yeah, that was pretty much it. That was as far as her career thought process went at that moment. Finishing her cookie, Evie's attention turned back to Sophie as she talked about patronuses. She herself was frustrated by producing one that didn't look like a cotton ball.
So, one out of two non-nicknames then. Sabel shook Brown's hand, impressed with the formality that sharply contrasted the offering of baked goods. But they were Ravenclaws, and he held no question that there was a, or several, motives to their methods.
And they were true Ravenclaws, knowing better than asking further about the pictures. He appreciated it, really. Brownie points for them. Or cookie points. Speaking of which, he moved the platter into full reach of the two girls, after Shacklebolt made a mad grab for one. Unfortunately, house points could not be awarded for such a thing. Time, would have to be enough of a thanks.
A brief bit of laughter left him at Sophie's explanation of exactly what she was writing about. He quickly covered it with a hand, and forced his humor to settle. "I appreciate the confidence, but I don't think I would quite qualify for Professor of the Month." Still a newbie, still getting the hang of everything. Including having kids call him 'sir'. Merlin did it make him feel old.
Lowering his hand, he gave the young woman a knowing smile of his own. "It's what I have an office for, but you might be surprised how many kids come to you." She was, after all, a more approachable figure than a Professor, and if students were having as much trouble as it sounded like with their Patronuses.....
He trailed off in thought for a few moments, barely catching Shacklebolt's answer, and nearly missing restraint on the instant reaction of facepalming. Encouraging. He needed to be encouraging. It was darn well near impossible.
Letting out a huff of air, Sabel fixed the young girl with a serious look. "I'm going to be very blunt with you, because the MLE is not a place for fanciful notions. And that, is a very dangerous perception you have, Miss Shacklebolt. It's not fun, it's not cool." Unless she had been talking to one Alexa Cambridge. Circe help him if she had been.
"Rewarding, at times," Maybe. Merlin even he sounded tired to his own ears. He wasn't going to baby them on the topic. Tate had skirted it, Damien had buffed it up. He'd find a middle, truthful ground. "But not without cost."
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"You're welcome," Evie said in regards to his thanks for the cookies, even though she hadn't done nearly enough work on them to take credit for them. But speaking of cookies, she wanted one, so before the Professor could put them on his desk, Evie snagged one and ate half of it in one bite. She deserved a reward for her not so hard work.
Family and close friends were in the pictures. Evie nodded. That's all she wanted to know. Cool.
Evangeline positively BEAMED when he congratulated her on her outstanding remarks and she did a little curtsy in response. But why the MLE? "'Cause I think it'd be cool to fight crime and lock people up in jail," she said, brushing cookie crumbs off her skirt. Yeah, that was pretty much it. That was as far as her career thought process went at that moment. Finishing her cookie, Evie's attention turned back to Sophie as she talked about patronuses. She herself was frustrated by producing one that didn't look like a cotton ball.
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So, one out of two non-nicknames then. Sabel shook Brown's hand, impressed with the formality that sharply contrasted the offering of baked goods. But they were Ravenclaws, and he held no question that there was a, or several, motives to their methods.
And they were true Ravenclaws, knowing better than asking further about the pictures. He appreciated it, really. Brownie points for them. Or cookie points. Speaking of which, he moved the platter into full reach of the two girls, after Shacklebolt made a mad grab for one. Unfortunately, house points could not be awarded for such a thing. Time, would have to be enough of a thanks.
A brief bit of laughter left him at Sophie's explanation of exactly what she was writing about. He quickly covered it with a hand, and forced his humor to settle. "I appreciate the confidence, but I don't think I would quite qualify for Professor of the Month." Still a newbie, still getting the hang of everything. Including having kids call him 'sir'. Merlin did it make him feel old.
Lowering his hand, he gave the young woman a knowing smile of his own. "It's what I have an office for, but you might be surprised how many kids come to you." She was, after all, a more approachable figure than a Professor, and if students were having as much trouble as it sounded like with their Patronuses.....
He trailed off in thought for a few moments, barely catching Shacklebolt's answer, and nearly missing restraint on the instant reaction of facepalming. Encouraging. He needed to be encouraging. It was darn well near impossible.
Letting out a huff of air, Sabel fixed the young girl with a serious look. "I'm going to be very blunt with you, because the MLE is not a place for fanciful notions. And that, is a very dangerous perception you have, Miss Shacklebolt. It's not fun, it's not cool." Unless she had been talking to one Alexa Cambridge. Circe help him if she had been.
"Rewarding, at times," Maybe. Merlin even he sounded tired to his own ears. He wasn't going to baby them on the topic. Tate had skirted it, Damien had buffed it up. He'd find a middle, truthful ground. "But not without cost."
Sophie shook the man's hand very professionally, with her other hand closing behind the man's hand in a formal, yet sincere and friendly way - just as her parents had taught her once upon a time - before letting go and finally taking a seat, pleased with their progress thus far. They were WELL on their way to being favorites, clearly.
She got comfortable in the chair, keeping an eye on everyone's posture and body language to gauge the situation well, and she raised a curious eyebrow at his laughter. "We don't know that yet," she offered innocently. "M'trying to scope you out for the future. Get an idea of who you are now before y'teach us so we can know how being a professor changes you, if it does at all. Like... some kids forget that professors are people, TOO, and I think it's cool to notice that a lotta professors end up enjoying themselves more than they thought they would originally, and some become less grumpy and more friendly, and it's cool to know where you're at now, y'know? This is a new chapter in your life. How's it going to change you? Are you gonna end up hating teenagers? Are y'gonna become more strict? Gain more empathy and compassion? Y'gonna start a campaign to shut the school down 'cause so many dangerous things happen around here and you become super passionate about our safety? M'not asking you these things - m'not asking for you to tell me anything about you now. I actually don't want you to - m'just observing. Trying to figure you out. S'a Ravenclaw thing." Probably. She shrugged.
He thought kids would come to her? Well... Merlin, sure, she supposed her friends might. And aside from perhaps Zahra, Sophie didn't know that she had any enemies or people who wouldn't want to approach her... except maybe Gabe, too, but he was doing well at being less afraid of her...
...Merlin, he was GORGEOUS, wasn't he? Completely distracted from her train of thought, Sophie just grinned goofily at the professor. Just oogling a little. On accident.
And in that moment, Sophie Brown decided she wanted to change the man's name plates to "DaBest." Professor DA BEST because he was DA BEST. She needed to find a charm that would let her change letters like that. HER PERSONAL ASSIGNMENT FOR LATER.
She was drawn back to the conversation at the professor's stern tone, and the way he talked about... a COST. The prefect stiffened ever-so slightly, squinting a little, and thought of her own Hit Wizard father.
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It was interesting watching the change in Zeke's expression, from bemused to less than approving. Admittedly, Sabel felt a little guilty about knocking down his strike one peg, but it was quickly dismissed. That was his answer, and he was sticking to it.
Then again, it did make it difficult to forward the 'no favoritism in my class' argument for the continued protest about the food. The kid was smart, and would likely pounce on that as quickly as he would an escaped chocolate frog. Letting out a breath, Sabel shook his head again. "I went to Hogwarts, Zeke, and plenty happened in the years I was there. But I don't remember anyone needing a chocolate frog, or pulling one out. Believe me, you won't even remember you have it, if and when it comes down to it."
He shrugged. "I trust you well enough, but that has nothing to do with my rule. You can part with it for a couple of hours. It'll be good practice. So, my rule stands. Unless you don't trust me not to eat it." The kid got a sly grin. Chocolate frogs were, after all, tasty.
But his own smile faltered at Zeke's literal interpretation of his example. Perhaps he shouldn't use names? Such common names. Of course there were bound to be students by them in Hogwarts, and memory twitched. He did remember a Benny...Benjamin. Another sigh. "No, it was just an example. He's fine."
And he'd have to watch exactly what he said around this one. Rather literal, wasn't he?
Then there was that. That ultimate question. The reason for the visit. And it had him laughing. Resting back in his chair, Sabel shook his head as he sobered. "If I wanted to spy on you Zeke, or your mom had requested it, there are much more efficient and effective ways of doing so than becoming a Professor at Hogwarts." Really. Kid had quite the imagination. "You can put your worries to rest. I'm here for reasons other than you." Enough said.
He tipped his head slightly, considering. "Though she did ask me to look out for you. And I do intend to do that. So, see that you do keep to that rule, alright? It's a good one."
What. A. Party. Pooper. MASSIVE. Pooper. Gosh.
1. He had ONE strike only.
2. He wasn't allowed a chocolate frog in his bag.
3. All of the above and EVERYTHING else.
This year was already going to be super painful, he could feel it. FEEL IT. Something had to give. "I think you need to learn to accept negotiations," he commented, and that pretty much summed up all of what he was feeling. DEJECTED. Seriously, this was terrible for his self-esteem, did Sabel know this? It was going to affect him tremendously. Everyone should know about it, Emily, the Healer, the Headmistress, THE BOARD. Everyone needed to know. Of course there were things he could have added to his statement, but he was holding back for the good of not getting a detention. He was still thinking them though.
At least Benny HADN'T broken his arm, why people provided examples using real people was beyond him... it just made life difficult and then it was hard to separate fact from fiction. This is what was wrong with the world today. "Oh... good.. good."
To make matters more annoying, Sabel didn't convince him of anything. Sure, there might have been better and more efficient ways to spy, whatever, BUT it didn't mean that he WASN'T spying. And the fact that Emily HAD asked him to look out for him meant that she would be getting some kind of feedback right? fancy reproof some kind? They really didn't need to bother... but, this led him to another query.
"I don't quite believe you, but whatever... the other thing is, I've been doing well with DADA until now, and I really don't want that to change so can you do me a favour and don't fail me for no reason?" Yeah? Yeah? "Hell you can have my last strike if it makes you happy." Sacrifices, he was willing to make them.
Sophie shook the man's hand very professionally, with her other hand closing behind the man's hand in a formal, yet sincere and friendly way - just as her parents had taught her once upon a time - before letting go and finally taking a seat, pleased with their progress thus far. They were WELL on their way to being favorites, clearly.
She got comfortable in the chair, keeping an eye on everyone's posture and body language to gauge the situation well, and she raised a curious eyebrow at his laughter. "We don't know that yet," she offered innocently. "M'trying to scope you out for the future. Get an idea of who you are now before y'teach us so we can know how being a professor changes you, if it does at all. Like... some kids forget that professors are people, TOO, and I think it's cool to notice that a lotta professors end up enjoying themselves more than they thought they would originally, and some become less grumpy and more friendly, and it's cool to know where you're at now, y'know? This is a new chapter in your life. How's it going to change you? Are you gonna end up hating teenagers? Are y'gonna become more strict? Gain more empathy and compassion? Y'gonna start a campaign to shut the school down 'cause so many dangerous things happen around here and you become super passionate about our safety? M'not asking you these things - m'not asking for you to tell me anything about you now. I actually don't want you to - m'just observing. Trying to figure you out. S'a Ravenclaw thing." Probably. She shrugged.
He thought kids would come to her? Well... Merlin, sure, she supposed her friends might. And aside from perhaps Zahra, Sophie didn't know that she had any enemies or people who wouldn't want to approach her... except maybe Gabe, too, but he was doing well at being less afraid of her...
...Merlin, he was GORGEOUS, wasn't he? Completely distracted from her train of thought, Sophie just grinned goofily at the professor. Just oogling a little. On accident.
And in that moment, Sophie Brown decided she wanted to change the man's name plates to "DaBest." Professor DA BEST because he was DA BEST. She needed to find a charm that would let her change letters like that. HER PERSONAL ASSIGNMENT FOR LATER.
She was drawn back to the conversation at the professor's stern tone, and the way he talked about... a COST. The prefect stiffened ever-so slightly, squinting a little, and thought of her own Hit Wizard father.
Yes. There was definitely a cost.
Sabel blinked at Brown once, twice and then he lost count. Lost count of how many times he blinked, how many times he checked for that annoying, hovering pen and how many times he was sure she was going to be a reporter, regardless of what she said.
By the time she was done, there was a distaste twisting down the corner of his mouth, despite how much he tried to keep it off his expression. He hated interviews, hated interview questions and hated the feeling he was getting that he was going to be watched. Of course Truebridge had warned him, but only now did he fully comprehend exactly what she had been warning against.
Students, were a persistent bunch.
But he had to be careful in his response. One way of responding might very well end up with him in more of a spotlight than he desired. He let out a breath. "Well, I'd appreciate, if you don't try to figure me out too much." Secrets and people to protect and all that. Paranoid Auror and all that fun stuff. He would have given the excuse that he was a 'complicated man', but he had the feeling that would only intrigue the Raven more.
SPOILER!!: I...see that, lol. I don't think...Sabel's gonna make things any better >.O
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What. A. Party. Pooper. MASSIVE. Pooper. Gosh.
1. He had ONE strike only.
2. He wasn't allowed a chocolate frog in his bag.
3. All of the above and EVERYTHING else.
This year was already going to be super painful, he could feel it. FEEL IT. Something had to give. "I think you need to learn to accept negotiations," he commented, and that pretty much summed up all of what he was feeling. DEJECTED. Seriously, this was terrible for his self-esteem, did Sabel know this? It was going to affect him tremendously. Everyone should know about it, Emily, the Healer, the Headmistress, THE BOARD. Everyone needed to know. Of course there were things he could have added to his statement, but he was holding back for the good of not getting a detention. He was still thinking them though.
At least Benny HADN'T broken his arm, why people provided examples using real people was beyond him... it just made life difficult and then it was hard to separate fact from fiction. This is what was wrong with the world today. "Oh... good.. good."
To make matters more annoying, Sabel didn't convince him of anything. Sure, there might have been better and more efficient ways to spy, whatever, BUT it didn't mean that he WASN'T spying. And the fact that Emily HAD asked him to look out for him meant that she would be getting some kind of feedback right? fancy reproof some kind? They really didn't need to bother... but, this led him to another query.
"I don't quite believe you, but whatever... the other thing is, I've been doing well with DADA until now, and I really don't want that to change so can you do me a favour and don't fail me for no reason?" Yeah? Yeah? "Hell you can have my last strike if it makes you happy." Sacrifices, he was willing to make them.
Negotiate was it?
"I think you need to learn when it's appropriate to negotiate." It was a simple fact, and he stated it as such. "Rules are rules for a reason, Zeke. If I thought they were points to be negotiated, I wouldn't have called them rules."
Did chocolate frogs really mean so much to Zeke? It was strange, how utterly upset the kid looked. Maybe because he had expectations and Sabel wasn't quite meeting those expectations? He remembered their time at Christmas, how the kid had taught him how to creature animated dragons and he had shared a few Auror stories. It seemed, the student-professor relationship was getting in the way of good vibes.
"That being said, if I don't see it, it's not really something I can comment on, now is it?" That wasn't permission, by the way. No. That was a point of clarification, and fact. That was truth.
What was this now? Failing the kid? That got a frown. What in Merlin's beard.....
Letting out a heavy sigh, Sabel scrubbed his neck. "Why on earth do you think I would fail you? Besides your suspicion I'm stalking you for your mother, why do you seem to think I have it out for you?" ...Ignore that he had already reduced the strike by one. Because this was an issue that had existed long before the removal of the strike. It was an add on to the discussion of the rules and the 'babysitting' factor.
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So, one out of two non-nicknames then. Sabel shook Brown's hand, impressed with the formality that sharply contrasted the offering of baked goods. But they were Ravenclaws, and he held no question that there was a, or several, motives to their methods.
And they were true Ravenclaws, knowing better than asking further about the pictures. He appreciated it, really. Brownie points for them. Or cookie points. Speaking of which, he moved the platter into full reach of the two girls, after Shacklebolt made a mad grab for one. Unfortunately, house points could not be awarded for such a thing. Time, would have to be enough of a thanks.
A brief bit of laughter left him at Sophie's explanation of exactly what she was writing about. He quickly covered it with a hand, and forced his humor to settle. "I appreciate the confidence, but I don't think I would quite qualify for Professor of the Month." Still a newbie, still getting the hang of everything. Including having kids call him 'sir'. Merlin did it make him feel old.
Lowering his hand, he gave the young woman a knowing smile of his own. "It's what I have an office for, but you might be surprised how many kids come to you." She was, after all, a more approachable figure than a Professor, and if students were having as much trouble as it sounded like with their Patronuses.....
He trailed off in thought for a few moments, barely catching Shacklebolt's answer, and nearly missing restraint on the instant reaction of facepalming. Encouraging. He needed to be encouraging. It was darn well near impossible.
Letting out a huff of air, Sabel fixed the young girl with a serious look. "I'm going to be very blunt with you, because the MLE is not a place for fanciful notions. And that, is a very dangerous perception you have, Miss Shacklebolt. It's not fun, it's not cool." Unless she had been talking to one Alexa Cambridge. Circe help him if she had been.
"Rewarding, at times," Maybe. Merlin even he sounded tired to his own ears. He wasn't going to baby them on the topic. Tate had skirted it, Damien had buffed it up. He'd find a middle, truthful ground. "But not without cost."
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Sophie shook the man's hand very professionally, with her other hand closing behind the man's hand in a formal, yet sincere and friendly way - just as her parents had taught her once upon a time - before letting go and finally taking a seat, pleased with their progress thus far. They were WELL on their way to being favorites, clearly.
She got comfortable in the chair, keeping an eye on everyone's posture and body language to gauge the situation well, and she raised a curious eyebrow at his laughter. "We don't know that yet," she offered innocently. "M'trying to scope you out for the future. Get an idea of who you are now before y'teach us so we can know how being a professor changes you, if it does at all. Like... some kids forget that professors are people, TOO, and I think it's cool to notice that a lotta professors end up enjoying themselves more than they thought they would originally, and some become less grumpy and more friendly, and it's cool to know where you're at now, y'know? This is a new chapter in your life. How's it going to change you? Are you gonna end up hating teenagers? Are y'gonna become more strict? Gain more empathy and compassion? Y'gonna start a campaign to shut the school down 'cause so many dangerous things happen around here and you become super passionate about our safety? M'not asking you these things - m'not asking for you to tell me anything about you now. I actually don't want you to - m'just observing. Trying to figure you out. S'a Ravenclaw thing." Probably. She shrugged.
He thought kids would come to her? Well... Merlin, sure, she supposed her friends might. And aside from perhaps Zahra, Sophie didn't know that she had any enemies or people who wouldn't want to approach her... except maybe Gabe, too, but he was doing well at being less afraid of her...
...Merlin, he was GORGEOUS, wasn't he? Completely distracted from her train of thought, Sophie just grinned goofily at the professor. Just oogling a little. On accident.
And in that moment, Sophie Brown decided she wanted to change the man's name plates to "DaBest." Professor DA BEST because he was DA BEST. She needed to find a charm that would let her change letters like that. HER PERSONAL ASSIGNMENT FOR LATER.
She was drawn back to the conversation at the professor's stern tone, and the way he talked about... a COST. The prefect stiffened ever-so slightly, squinting a little, and thought of her own Hit Wizard father.
Yes. There was definitely a cost.
Most of the talking was being done between the professor and Sophie, which Evie contently listened to. Except when Dakest's attention turned back to her, Evie's heart sunk. Fanciful notions? She hadn't... but... Evie tore her eyes away from the professor as he crushed her dreams told her that the MLE wasn't cool or fun and that the one thing she finally decided she might want to do when she got older wasn't right for her (a mild exaggeration of what he said, but that's how she was taking it). She placed her hands on her legs and smoothed out her skirt, her cheeks an embarrassed pink. Of course he would know. He was in the MLE and he saw it every day, so maybe he DID know that it wasn't the place for her.
Instead of arguing, because she had nothing good to say, Evie nodded. "Thank you for the advice," she said politely. It was in the next few moments that she realized how jealous she was of Sophie. She was doing quite well with Professor Dakest, she was a very smooth talker. But not only that, Sophie knew exactly what she wanted to do when she left Hogwarts. She had a passion and a plan and she knew it would work. She was smart, she could produce a corporeal patronus, she could bake cookies and she was always happy, even when she wasn't. Evie didn't know how she did it, but she was jealous.
Sitting back, Evie leaned against the back of the couch and simply continued to listen to Sophie and Dakest converse. That's really why they were here.
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Two knocks. That was different than the usual three. So, he surmized someone was either in a hurry or had a few nerves working against them.
With a yawn, Sabel pushed himself out of his chair in front of the fireplace and moved to the door, opening it wide. "Mr. Adair." Merlin why did so many kids look so nervous. Perhaps he should start answering the door with a terrifying mask on, or something. Really give them something to fear.
Stepping aside, he held the door open. "What can I do for you?"
Zander was beyond nervous. To the point where nervous was kind of an understatement. Being near a Professor's office always got him this way, actually. Most of the time because a) he was in trouble (which happened to be happening quite a bit recently, believe it or not) or b) he was having some sort of issue. He NEVER went to a Professor's office hours willingly. It was against his moral code. Well okay, no, that was a lie. He used to go to Beautiful Bentley's office way more than willingly but that was true love, okay and Professor Moxley was an exception as well because he was really trying his best to be a brown-noser for her. Ahem.
But most always, never went willingly. Very much so against his moral compass.
Which is why he wasn't looking forward to this at all. No matter how cool Professor Dakest seemed. He was a bit surprised when the Professor called him by his name merlin, he ought to do a better job trying to blend in, but tried not to show it on his face as he stepped inside the office. "Hello, Professor." And cue the sweeping look around the room in awe and woah it was like walking outside (again). Okay, okay he was done. Ahem. Business. Official business.
Once all the way inside, he continued standing waiting to be offered a seat 'cause he still had manners despite the nerves. "Well, Sir... I..." wanted to address the elephant in the room. Or was it just the elephant in Zander's imagination? How was he supposed to tell his new DADA Professor that he was absolutely miserable at this subject and doomed for inevitable failure? "I'm a Sixth Year now, which means that I was a Fifth Year last year..." Good. Now that they've established that Zander could count, "Which means I took my OWLs and I don't know if you got to see the scores, which I'm sure you did 'cause you're the Professor now and... Well, I don't know if you saw my score, which I'm sure you did 'cause you're the Professor now...." He mussed his hair nervously. Was there a graceful way of saying this? " And well my Defense Against the Dark Arts OWL... I sorta... I-uh-I failed."
And here comes the SHAME.
And there was more to say about it, like was he still allowed to show up to class? Even though he sorta decided to continue going on his own accord already. Was there still hope? Oh and the fact that he wanted to assure the Professor that he was actually trying his absolute best and that really he hadn't failed it on purpose. It just... It just happened.
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Sabel blinked at Brown once, twice and then he lost count. Lost count of how many times he blinked, how many times he checked for that annoying, hovering pen and how many times he was sure she was going to be a reporter, regardless of what she said.
By the time she was done, there was a distaste twisting down the corner of his mouth, despite how much he tried to keep it off his expression. He hated interviews, hated interview questions and hated the feeling he was getting that he was going to be watched. Of course Truebridge had warned him, but only now did he fully comprehend exactly what she had been warning against.
Students, were a persistent bunch.
But he had to be careful in his response. One way of responding might very well end up with him in more of a spotlight than he desired. He let out a breath. "Well, I'd appreciate, if you don't try to figure me out too much." Secrets and people to protect and all that. Paranoid Auror and all that fun stuff. He would have given the excuse that he was a 'complicated man', but he had the feeling that would only intrigue the Raven more.
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Most of the talking was being done between the professor and Sophie, which Evie contently listened to. Except when Dakest's attention turned back to her, Evie's heart sunk. Fanciful notions? She hadn't... but... Evie tore her eyes away from the professor as he crushed her dreams told her that the MLE wasn't cool or fun and that the one thing she finally decided she might want to do when she got older wasn't right for her (a mild exaggeration of what he said, but that's how she was taking it). She placed her hands on her legs and smoothed out her skirt, her cheeks an embarrassed pink. Of course he would know. He was in the MLE and he saw it every day, so maybe he DID know that it wasn't the place for her.
Instead of arguing, because she had nothing good to say, Evie nodded. "Thank you for the advice," she said politely. It was in the next few moments that she realized how jealous she was of Sophie. She was doing quite well with Professor Dakest, she was a very smooth talker. But not only that, Sophie knew exactly what she wanted to do when she left Hogwarts. She had a passion and a plan and she knew it would work. She was smart, she could produce a corporeal patronus, she could bake cookies and she was always happy, even when she wasn't. Evie didn't know how she did it, but she was jealous.
Sitting back, Evie leaned against the back of the couch and simply continued to listen to Sophie and Dakest converse. That's really why they were here.
...
Things had gotten awkward really, really fast.
Dakest was visibly uncomfortable with her, and he had also just crushed Evie's hopes and dreams. So... uh... Sophie just kind of sat there, looking at the two of them with curiosity, before finally piping up in a delayed sort of reaction, "I won't, sir. Y'can count on me to be as oblivious and as least invasive as possible. M'a good kid, y'can ask all the other professors. Y'don't have to worry about me."
Sooooo...
Ahem.
... "Well. This has been nice. Hope y'enjoy your cookies, sir." They would just... go, then? Unless someone had something else they wanted to say?
Most of the talking was being done between the professor and Sophie, which Evie contently listened to. Except when Dakest's attention turned back to her, Evie's heart sunk. Fanciful notions? She hadn't... but... Evie tore her eyes away from the professor as he crushed her dreams told her that the MLE wasn't cool or fun and that the one thing she finally decided she might want to do when she got older wasn't right for her (a mild exaggeration of what he said, but that's how she was taking it). She placed her hands on her legs and smoothed out her skirt, her cheeks an embarrassed pink. Of course he would know. He was in the MLE and he saw it every day, so maybe he DID know that it wasn't the place for her.
Instead of arguing, because she had nothing good to say, Evie nodded. "Thank you for the advice," she said politely. It was in the next few moments that she realized how jealous she was of Sophie. She was doing quite well with Professor Dakest, she was a very smooth talker. But not only that, Sophie knew exactly what she wanted to do when she left Hogwarts. She had a passion and a plan and she knew it would work. She was smart, she could produce a corporeal patronus, she could bake cookies and she was always happy, even when she wasn't. Evie didn't know how she did it, but she was jealous.
Sitting back, Evie leaned against the back of the couch and simply continued to listen to Sophie and Dakest converse. That's really why they were here.
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...
Things had gotten awkward really, really fast.
Dakest was visibly uncomfortable with her, and he had also just crushed Evie's hopes and dreams. So... uh... Sophie just kind of sat there, looking at the two of them with curiosity, before finally piping up in a delayed sort of reaction, "I won't, sir. Y'can count on me to be as oblivious and as least invasive as possible. M'a good kid, y'can ask all the other professors. Y'don't have to worry about me."
Sooooo...
Ahem.
... "Well. This has been nice. Hope y'enjoy your cookies, sir." They would just... go, then? Unless someone had something else they wanted to say?
To be honest, he was somewhat surprised at how quickly Shacklebolt had fallen quiet. And it wasn't the thinking quiet either. It was the distant, dejected, disappointed quiet. He knew, because he'd had it himself more than once.
Had he been too hard? To blunt? Tough. Life was hard and blunt and ---
Alright, so that wasn't entirely fair. While his words had been honest, so was her disappointment. And he had vowed he wouldn't be like the others that had tried to steer him away from his chosen path. Maybe, there were other reasons she had, and excitement had spoken first.
Sabel's attention slipped to Brown as she too, turned....strange. "I appreciate the sentiment, but please, never promise to be oblivious to anything." It was a bad habit to get into. Didn't mean she had to report what she saw, but she should still be encouraged to see it.
A heavy sigh left him, and his eyes went to the cookies. "Well, I can't rightly eat these all on my own. I've got a figure to eat after all. So, help a guy out?" With that, he took three cookies off the plate.
His gaze landed on Shacklebolt, considering her for a long moment. When he spoke, his voice was gentle. "Why don't you swing by the practice room tomorrow, and show me what you can do?" And he handed the first cookie to her, meeting her gaze with simple promise. They'd see, and then they could talk more.
The second cookie went to Brown, with a bit more reluctance. "Let me know if you need help with that article." He'd leave it vague, as to which one he was talking about.
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Zander was beyond nervous. To the point where nervous was kind of an understatement. Being near a Professor's office always got him this way, actually. Most of the time because a) he was in trouble (which happened to be happening quite a bit recently, believe it or not) or b) he was having some sort of issue. He NEVER went to a Professor's office hours willingly. It was against his moral code. Well okay, no, that was a lie. He used to go to Beautiful Bentley's office way more than willingly but that was true love, okay and Professor Moxley was an exception as well because he was really trying his best to be a brown-noser for her. Ahem.
But most always, never went willingly. Very much so against his moral compass.
Which is why he wasn't looking forward to this at all. No matter how cool Professor Dakest seemed. He was a bit surprised when the Professor called him by his name merlin, he ought to do a better job trying to blend in, but tried not to show it on his face as he stepped inside the office. "Hello, Professor." And cue the sweeping look around the room in awe and woah it was like walking outside (again). Okay, okay he was done. Ahem. Business. Official business.
Once all the way inside, he continued standing waiting to be offered a seat 'cause he still had manners despite the nerves. "Well, Sir... I..." wanted to address the elephant in the room. Or was it just the elephant in Zander's imagination? How was he supposed to tell his new DADA Professor that he was absolutely miserable at this subject and doomed for inevitable failure? "I'm a Sixth Year now, which means that I was a Fifth Year last year..." Good. Now that they've established that Zander could count, "Which means I took my OWLs and I don't know if you got to see the scores, which I'm sure you did 'cause you're the Professor now and... Well, I don't know if you saw my score, which I'm sure you did 'cause you're the Professor now...." He mussed his hair nervously. Was there a graceful way of saying this? " And well my Defense Against the Dark Arts OWL... I sorta... I-uh-I failed."
And here comes the SHAME.
And there was more to say about it, like was he still allowed to show up to class? Even though he sorta decided to continue going on his own accord already. Was there still hope? Oh and the fact that he wanted to assure the Professor that he was actually trying his absolute best and that really he hadn't failed it on purpose. It just... It just happened.
Whatever this was, this wasn't one of those instances where one could finish another person's thought or sentence for them. Sabel had no idea what the kid was trying to get at or where he was going with this meeting.
So, he did what he could do while he waited for the boy to organize his tongue, and motioned to one of the seats in front of the fireplace. Best he sit, before he hurt himself. And, you know what? He was going to sit too, because his head was already hurting trying to keep up, or back, with what the boy was trying to say. Five came before six, yes. Professors saw test scores, yes. He had seen the scores, yes. And his owl? He failed?
Sabel waited for something more, another piece of information or stumble through the concern that had brought him to his doorstep. But...that was it. He blinked for a moment, and the word was out before he could think to word it better. "So?"
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Things had gotten awkward really, really fast.
Dakest was visibly uncomfortable with her, and he had also just crushed Evie's hopes and dreams. So... uh... Sophie just kind of sat there, looking at the two of them with curiosity, before finally piping up in a delayed sort of reaction, "I won't, sir. Y'can count on me to be as oblivious and as least invasive as possible. M'a good kid, y'can ask all the other professors. Y'don't have to worry about me."
Sooooo...
Ahem.
... "Well. This has been nice. Hope y'enjoy your cookies, sir." They would just... go, then? Unless someone had something else they wanted to say?
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To be honest, he was somewhat surprised at how quickly Shacklebolt had fallen quiet. And it wasn't the thinking quiet either. It was the distant, dejected, disappointed quiet. He knew, because he'd had it himself more than once.
Had he been too hard? To blunt? Tough. Life was hard and blunt and ---
Alright, so that wasn't entirely fair. While his words had been honest, so was her disappointment. And he had vowed he wouldn't be like the others that had tried to steer him away from his chosen path. Maybe, there were other reasons she had, and excitement had spoken first.
Sabel's attention slipped to Brown as she too, turned....strange. "I appreciate the sentiment, but please, never promise to be oblivious to anything." It was a bad habit to get into. Didn't mean she had to report what she saw, but she should still be encouraged to see it.
A heavy sigh left him, and his eyes went to the cookies. "Well, I can't rightly eat these all on my own. I've got a figure to eat after all. So, help a guy out?" With that, he took three cookies off the plate.
His gaze landed on Shacklebolt, considering her for a long moment. When he spoke, his voice was gentle. "Why don't you swing by the practice room tomorrow, and show me what you can do?" And he handed the first cookie to her, meeting her gaze with simple promise. They'd see, and then they could talk more.
The second cookie went to Brown, with a bit more reluctance. "Let me know if you need help with that article." He'd leave it vague, as to which one he was talking about.
Evie was almost certain that they could decide Professor Dakest wasn't as AMAZING that they thought he would be.
But then he handed her a cookie. More importantly, he handed her an invitation to show him what she could do. Evangeline's eyes lit up significantly because she was really quite good. Sure, she was a goofball at time and tended not to always take things seriously, but... she was still learning. That didn't mean anything. Silently, Evie nodded and accepted the cookie and invitation. "I'll come after lunch," she said, a bit less disappointed at this meeting.
Speaking of the meeting, this seemed like a good place to close. Evie stood back up and linked arms with Sophie, pulling her with her. "Thanks, professor."
To be honest, he was somewhat surprised at how quickly Shacklebolt had fallen quiet. And it wasn't the thinking quiet either. It was the distant, dejected, disappointed quiet. He knew, because he'd had it himself more than once.
Had he been too hard? To blunt? Tough. Life was hard and blunt and ---
Alright, so that wasn't entirely fair. While his words had been honest, so was her disappointment. And he had vowed he wouldn't be like the others that had tried to steer him away from his chosen path. Maybe, there were other reasons she had, and excitement had spoken first.
Sabel's attention slipped to Brown as she too, turned....strange. "I appreciate the sentiment, but please, never promise to be oblivious to anything." It was a bad habit to get into. Didn't mean she had to report what she saw, but she should still be encouraged to see it.
A heavy sigh left him, and his eyes went to the cookies. "Well, I can't rightly eat these all on my own. I've got a figure to eat after all. So, help a guy out?" With that, he took three cookies off the plate.
His gaze landed on Shacklebolt, considering her for a long moment. When he spoke, his voice was gentle. "Why don't you swing by the practice room tomorrow, and show me what you can do?" And he handed the first cookie to her, meeting her gaze with simple promise. They'd see, and then they could talk more.
The second cookie went to Brown, with a bit more reluctance. "Let me know if you need help with that article." He'd leave it vague, as to which one he was talking about.
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Evie was almost certain that they could decide Professor Dakest wasn't as AMAZING that they thought he would be.
But then he handed her a cookie. More importantly, he handed her an invitation to show him what she could do. Evangeline's eyes lit up significantly because she was really quite good. Sure, she was a goofball at time and tended not to always take things seriously, but... she was still learning. That didn't mean anything. Silently, Evie nodded and accepted the cookie and invitation. "I'll come after lunch," she said, a bit less disappointed at this meeting.
Speaking of the meeting, this seemed like a good place to close. Evie stood back up and linked arms with Sophie, pulling her with her. "Thanks, professor."
The man was far too literal for his own good, and Sophie had to restrain herself from sighing. "I wasn't really going to, professor. I was just trying to ease your stress. You've looked like you're gonna have some kinda meltdown ever since I started, like, psychoanalyzing you." Her grin was light and playful - she wanted him to RELAX. She wasn't a threat. She just wanted to be well-liked by him, but apparently she was trying too hard. "I'll stop actively trying to figure you out, but I can't help that you're interesting." She shrugged a shoulder. "Maybe y'should quit being so intriguing - s'hard for a Ravenclaw to resist," she offered him a gentler, but still cheeky sort of smile.
She was just TEASING him, okay? Trying to ease the tension in the room. Make him smile. Cool his jets.
He was a tough cookie, though. Very hard to figure out. It was a CHALLENGE, though - one that Sophie Brown couldn't pass up.
The comment about his figure made her giggle, and there was no way Sophie would ever turn down the offer of food, so when he offered her a cookie, she took a large bite. Talking about the articles with him made her feel weird now, so instead of commenting directly on that, she spoke through a mouthful of cookie, "I'anna 'uel 'ou, poo--" She swallowed. "I wanna duel you sometime, too, professor. Bet I could take you. Eves isn't the only one who got an Outstanding." She wiggled her eyebrows, challenging him, and hugged Evie's arm that had latched with hers.
"Yeah, thanks, professor." Their meeting hadn't been COMPLETELY awful, had it?
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Negotiate was it?
"I think you need to learn when it's appropriate to negotiate." It was a simple fact, and he stated it as such. "Rules are rules for a reason, Zeke. If I thought they were points to be negotiated, I wouldn't have called them rules."
Did chocolate frogs really mean so much to Zeke? It was strange, how utterly upset the kid looked. Maybe because he had expectations and Sabel wasn't quite meeting those expectations? He remembered their time at Christmas, how the kid had taught him how to creature animated dragons and he had shared a few Auror stories. It seemed, the student-professor relationship was getting in the way of good vibes.
"That being said, if I don't see it, it's not really something I can comment on, now is it?" That wasn't permission, by the way. No. That was a point of clarification, and fact. That was truth.
What was this now? Failing the kid? That got a frown. What in Merlin's beard.....
Letting out a heavy sigh, Sabel scrubbed his neck. "Why on earth do you think I would fail you? Besides your suspicion I'm stalking you for your mother, why do you seem to think I have it out for you?" ...Ignore that he had already reduced the strike by one. Because this was an issue that had existed long before the removal of the strike. It was an add on to the discussion of the rules and the 'babysitting' factor.
BAHAHAHAH... learn appropriateness of negotiating? Pfffffft. That was funny. And really, yes rules were rules, BUT... there wouldn't be any rules necessary if things were reasonable, and HE was being reasonable. It wasn't like he was saying they should hex each other when they weren't looking, set fire to the classroom and have a picnic... he just didn't see the point in making a fuss over a chocolate frog in his bag. Geeez. "Rules are made to be broken, they wouldn't be there otherwise." Obviously. Duuuhh.
Anyways, this conversation was not at all how he expected it to go down. The man was not his ally, and rules were not being negotiated, and as far as he could tell, the man would snitch on him to Emily any chance he got. He could already see it now, Howlers coming through his window every other day uttering words of disappointment. Could Howlers amplify death stares? He'd never actually received one from Emily before, but he imagined that it would be fierce, even if it said nothing.
Circe help him.
That being said, things weren't getting any worse, and perhaps they were in fact looking up somewhat. Was he just given permission to keep it out of sight? Was this a trick? A TRAP? "You're not planning on setting my bag on fire and using me to deter the others from doing it, are you? Cause if that's your plan I expect reimbursement." For everything. Bag, books, notes, dignity, THE LOT. It could be very costly. "But... if your offers legit, then I'll take it." No point making this experience all bad now, and he would like to have the upper hand on at least ONE thing before he left here today - just to make this venture worthwhile.
It seemed he just couldn't say the right things, which was no real surprise... but the sigh and neck rubbing had him concerned he might lose his ONLY remaining strike. Shoot!
Was this a trick question too? If so, he couldn't tell WHY.
"I dunno," he replied honestly. "I guess I don't see why you wouldn't fail me..." yeah, that was it. Deprive him of a trike, deprive him of an O. It sounded legit. He wasn't too too toooooooo concerned, because he knew that Emily knew how good he was at stuff, so if there was a huge drop in his grade then she would blame Sabel and not him - clearly..
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But then, that got him thinking.
"And don't even think of giving me an E, I've been straight O's with this, I'm not getting anything less this year." Conviction, he had it. It was one of the few subjects he could speak so confidently about, and it was one of the few he cared about too.
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