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If offices were meant to show the essence of someone's personality than boy oh boy, did this room show what Roderik Hirsch was like. Everything was sleek, from the orange tables to the seats and even to the teal coloured desks. There was a certain gleam to everything, as if it had been well polished in advance.
Upon entering the room, the first thing you see is the desk sitting towards the middle of the room. Sitting upon the desk are a number of things: pieces of parchment, quills, ink, your everyday mundane wizarding equipment. What wasn't mundane was the picture of the Hirscch family gathered together at their most recent holiday, where everyone had been forced to wear ugly jumpers. (Thanks Ma)
The one thing the office seems to be in abundance of are chest of drawers. They seem to be everywhere from along a side of a wall to behind the desk and underneath the desk itself. There are also a few Defence books stacked up along the shelves on the left side of the room. Ask nicely, and you might get to borrow some. Might.
Hirsch himself can usually be found sitting behind the desk with his feet propped up onto the desk and shuffling through some piece of parchment or another.
Please make sure you've posted in the Seating Area first and have been told that you can enter, either by Hirsch or by me.
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Frankly, Roderik was a little more than just confused. Confused would be his reaction if he was told that he couldn't get another tattoo to add to his abundance of tattoos. Or if he got a decaf coffee for some unknown reason. Confused what not what he was feeling at getting his second visitor of the day. Second. For a new person, that was quite a bit.
There was a little pause in which the man simply stared at the door, as if he expected to see who was on the other side. All kinds of thoughts were flying around his head but, eventually, he stopped making notes, sat up a little and called, "Come in!"Please don't let it be the hag, please don't let it be the hag...
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And there it was, the voice welcoming him in! David bounced up from his orange chair, suddenly energized, and marched into the professor's office as though on a mission. Which he was. A mission to OBSERVE and REPORT! Maybe. If anyone wanted to hear his report.
He continued confidently, all the way up to the professor's desk, whereupon he took a seat in the chair opposite, and then unloaded his backpack onto the floor with a soft huff. Aha. SO the interior of the office was as modern and sleek as the exterior. What did that say about the office's occupant? Davie took a long, long and quiet two minutes to look all around the room, pretty much everywhere except at the professor, before he cleared his throat.
"Hello sir. I'm David Truebridge." Annnnnnd pause for effect... "I have some questions for you." On day one of the school year? OF COURSE ON DAY ONE OF THE SCHOOL YEAR. They only had so much time to learn!!!!!!!!!!!!
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He carried the plant inside and smiled. "Hello there!" he said as he stepped inside. "I just wanted to say...WELCOME to Hogwarts! I've brought you this plant! I hope the feast hasn't turned you off TOO too much--that was actually quite odd!" He chuckled as he stepped all the way into Hirsch's office and shut the door behind him with his foot.
"Where do you want this, then?" he held up the potted plant once more. "And..I don't remember if I properly introduced myself...that night is such a blur--especially with my poor BANJO being broken," he took a moment of silence to remember those mournful times. "But! I am Paul Myers! Herbology professor!"
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And there it was, the voice welcoming him in! David bounced up from his orange chair, suddenly energized, and marched into the professor's office as though on a mission. Which he was. A mission to OBSERVE and REPORT! Maybe. If anyone wanted to hear his report.
He continued confidently, all the way up to the professor's desk, whereupon he took a seat in the chair opposite, and then unloaded his backpack onto the floor with a soft huff. Aha. SO the interior of the office was as modern and sleek as the exterior. What did that say about the office's occupant? Davie took a long, long and quiet two minutes to look all around the room, pretty much everywhere except at the professor, before he cleared his throat.
"Hello sir. I'm David Truebridge." Annnnnnd pause for effect... "I have some questions for you." On day one of the school year? OF COURSE ON DAY ONE OF THE SCHOOL YEAR. They only had so much time to learn!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh, a student? Here to visit him? On the very first day? Merlin, did he know that there were grounds to explore? Mischief to get up to? Combat fighting to be practiced?
Regardless, Roderik watched the young fellow curiously, who was practically marching up to his desk. The confidence was admired but the silence wasn't. It was awkward, y'know? He even cleared his throat to ease the, ah, tension and to see if the boy was going to go ahead and introduce himself. Or should he do the honours?
Oh, and there was a voice to match the face. It's about time, kid.
"Nice to meet you, Mr Truebridge. You're the first student to pay me a visit." Truebridge.... truebridge..... why did that name ring a bell in his head? "I doubt you need to know who I am." Cue a cheesy half-smile. ... ... Oh merlin, questions? On the very first day? He surveyed the kid, taking in the backpack he had seen before and the glasses and the level of eagerness he was getting from the boy. He was going to be quizzed and he hadn't prepared.
#yolo?
"Sure, what would you like to know?"
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He carried the plant inside and smiled. "Hello there!" he said as he stepped inside. "I just wanted to say...WELCOME to Hogwarts! I've brought you this plant! I hope the feast hasn't turned you off TOO too much--that was actually quite odd!" He chuckled as he stepped all the way into Hirsch's office and shut the door behind him with his foot.
"Where do you want this, then?" he held up the potted plant once more. "And..I don't remember if I properly introduced myself...that night is such a blur--especially with my poor BANJO being broken," he took a moment of silence to remember those mournful times. "But! I am Paul Myers! Herbology professor!"
......... Poncho Man?
Yeah, Roderik was confused. One, because the man was here in the first place and two, because he wasn't wearing a poncho from the other day. Even if they've only met for a brief moment, it was a little weird to see him in normal clothes, that was for sure.
"Hello!" he said, trying to match the man's enthusiasm and, uh, failing badly. At the mention of the plant, his eyes flew over towards it and he considered it for a moment. It wasn't too big, and even seemed relatively normal coming from the man who wore jogging bottoms to a feast. He half expected a dancing plant of some kind but since it was your everyday office plant...... Hirsch looked back up at Paul and smiled a little. "Hyped up kids and feasts don't make for a good combination." All that sugar was just bad news. "Besides, nothing says a feast like a good food fight, right?" The only thing that put him off was, frankly, the hag. But we weren't going to ruin the day so.....
"Just, leave it on my desk, if you will." He moved the family pictures just a bit to make some room before looking back up at the older man who....... was starting to mention the banjo. Merlin, help him if he had to pretend to care because nothing was coming. He did keep quiet, though, mainly because he didn't want to upset the man who had just given him a gift. "It's nice to meet you properly, Paul, and thanks for the plant. The name's Roderik Hirsch." And please don't give him a ridiculous nickname, okay?
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Oh, a student? Here to visit him? On the very first day? Merlin, did he know that there were grounds to explore? Mischief to get up to? Combat fighting to be practiced?
Regardless, Roderik watched the young fellow curiously, who was practically marching up to his desk. The confidence was admired but the silence wasn't. It was awkward, y'know? He even cleared his throat to ease the, ah, tension and to see if the boy was going to go ahead and introduce himself. Or should he do the honours?
Oh, and there was a voice to match the face. It's about time, kid.
"Nice to meet you, Mr Truebridge. You're the first student to pay me a visit." Truebridge.... truebridge..... why did that name ring a bell in his head? "I doubt you need to know who I am." Cue a cheesy half-smile. ... ... Oh merlin, questions? On the very first day? He surveyed the kid, taking in the backpack he had seen before and the glasses and the level of eagerness he was getting from the boy. He was going to be quizzed and he hadn't prepared.
#yolo?
"Sure, what would you like to know?"
Well well, it looked like the early bird DID get the worm! Or at least the first peck at the new guy! Haha, bird puns... bird puns... well, David was amused. Inside his own head, of course. On to the questions, since the guy seemed warmer than his office decor... so far...
"Happy to have the honor, Mr. Professor Hirsch, sir. But please, call me Davie." He'd almost called the man Professor Dakest just now, BUT HE WAS NO DAKEST. Not yet! MAYBE NOT EVER! "Actually," David leaned forward a bit, his blue eyes narrowing from behind his spectacles, "I DO need to know who you are. I need to know if we are going to learn about any Dark Creatures this term. And I need to know where you, sir, got your glasses, because they're quite stylish."
ACK! The verbal diarrhea struck again! David hadn't intended for the last bit to come out, but there it was. Out and on the desk. The shiny, shiny orange desk. Dash it all, Hirsch! He'd been distracted by your colorful room.
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Well well, it looked like the early bird DID get the worm! Or at least the first peck at the new guy! Haha, bird puns... bird puns... well, David was amused. Inside his own head, of course. On to the questions, since the guy seemed warmer than his office decor... so far...
"Happy to have the honor, Mr. Professor Hirsch, sir. But please, call me Davie." He'd almost called the man Professor Dakest just now, BUT HE WAS NO DAKEST. Not yet! MAYBE NOT EVER! "Actually," David leaned forward a bit, his blue eyes narrowing from behind his spectacles, "I DO need to know who you are. I need to know if we are going to learn about any Dark Creatures this term. And I need to know where you, sir, got your glasses, because they're quite stylish."
ACK! The verbal diarrhea struck again! David hadn't intended for the last bit to come out, but there it was. Out and on the desk. The shiny, shiny orange desk. Dash it all, Hirsch! He'd been distracted by your colorful room.
Again, eagerness. It wasn't a bad thing, more of a I-didn't-get-a-warning-or-enough-coffee-for-this thing. "Davie, it is. I'd tell you to call me Roderik but I think the other students would get jealous so," But there was one thing that was bugging him. Just the one. "Davie it is, then. But your surname.... Truebridge...... it sounds very familiar."
Those spectacles only magnified those eyes, did the kid know? Bright blue and eager and, with the hairstyle he was sporting, he definitely looked pubescent. Poor bug. He almost felt sorry for him. Almost."You know me already. I'm your new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor." What else did he need to know, exactly? And why did he need to know all of these things? It was a bit demanding of him, wasn't it?
Kids, these days.
At the mention of the Dark creature, Roderik simply smirked and leant back in his seat, his dimples now on full display. "And why do you need to know? Is there one that you really want to learn about?" Or was it a matter of fear? The last question, no doubt, was his favourite. It even earned the boy a small chuckle from the man. He always hated them and yet..... "They're from a muggle store called General Eyewear but they handmake their frames so they're a bit pricey. You know how glasses are," Ridiculously expensive. He was sure most of it was a scam. "Isn't there an optician in the village nearby?"
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Having no success outside, Tiara had sent a note flying into Hirsch's office.
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Good afternoon, Roderik. This is Tiara Tanner, the Arithmancy professor here. You seem busy at the moment, so kindly visit me in my office on the second floor at your earliest convenience. Enjoy your first week!
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Again, eagerness. It wasn't a bad thing, more of a I-didn't-get-a-warning-or-enough-coffee-for-this thing. "Davie, it is. I'd tell you to call me Roderik but I think the other students would get jealous so," But there was one thing that was bugging him. Just the one. "Davie it is, then. But your surname.... Truebridge...... it sounds very familiar."
Those spectacles only magnified those eyes, did the kid know? Bright blue and eager and, with the hairstyle he was sporting, he definitely looked pubescent. Poor bug. He almost felt sorry for him. Almost."You know me already. I'm your new Defence Against the Dark Arts professor." What else did he need to know, exactly? And why did he need to know all of these things? It was a bit demanding of him, wasn't it?
Kids, these days.
At the mention of the Dark creature, Roderik simply smirked and leant back in his seat, his dimples now on full display. "And why do you need to know? Is there one that you really want to learn about?" Or was it a matter of fear? The last question, no doubt, was his favourite. It even earned the boy a small chuckle from the man. He always hated them and yet..... "They're from a muggle store called General Eyewear but they handmake their frames so they're a bit pricey. You know how glasses are," Ridiculously expensive. He was sure most of it was a scam. "Isn't there an optician in the village nearby?"
Other students would get jealous... yeah, sure. Davie chuckled at that softly. He wasn't serious, right? Maybe he'd try out Roderick in class one time, just to see if people would get jealous. Like who? Like girls? Did girls get jealous easily? He obviously knew nothing about them, and scratched his chin as he thought of it. Oh... exploding... snap. The last name thing. "Does it? I can't think why," the second year shrugged, doing his best to maintain a general air of nonchalance.
Yeah, well, tell him something that wasn't obvious. "I meaaaaaaaaan," David elaborated, almost as though he were explaining something to like, Char's little sister. "Where did you do your training? Have you specialized in any areas of Defense? Would you consider yourself an expert on the topic? How many tattoos do you have? Where are you from?" In addition to the tats, he'd spotted a bit of an accent, see, after one of his friends had pointed out that Davie was terrible at noticing accents, more or less.
Oh, yes. "Yes sir," David replied smartly. "I have a list of Dark creatures I believe we should have studied by now," and he was only a second year, "but alas, we did not have a Care of Magical Creatures teacher last year." And their Defense Professor was a former Auror, so obviously he was going to focus on spellwork. Nothing wrong with that, by any means, but David had been waiting YEARS to study Dark creatures per Hogwarts' curriculum.
So the glasses were Muggle in origin? Did that mean this professor was also Muggle in origin? So many people this year were relating to Muggle Studies! Argh! He couldn't handle the coincidences. The universe had to be telling him something. "Uh, I think so, but I usually just get my eyes checked once a year by my uncle..." In Cairo, which was kind of far but not really for family. David found himself tapping his chin again for no particular reason. "Do you like wearing glasses?" Just another q, no pressure really. Also, also also alsooooooo, what was on the paper airplane note? He was curious to ask but actually DID know better than to inquire so David just tilted his head at it curiously as it landed on Hirsch's desk.
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Oh, if only Roderik could read minds, especially the mind of the next young student that happened to knock on his door. Criminal was an amusing thought and frankly, if he heard the girl say it to him, he'd only add fuel to the fire more for his own amusement. Teachers had to have their fun times, after all.
But as it was, he couldn't read minds. What he could read were the lesson notes he'd made, even if they were in a really messy half-English, half-German scrawl. The man hadn't even managed to place the cup of coffee to his lips when the knock came. Using this as an excuse to, well, do nothing, Roderik sat back in his seat and called, "Come in!"
And a sip of the coffee was taken. Pure and utter bliss.
Lucky that she didn't need to wait for too long until the new DADA guy showed up and let her come into his office. And the first thing that came up on her mind besides of his tattoos was... Merlin, this Professor looked younger than Dima. "Good day, Professor....Hirsch." The young lioness greeted that man as she entered his office. Hopefully she didn't mispronounce his name.
This was the first time she entered Professor's office... ever. Well, twice actually. But last term she sneaked out to Beatrice York's office as a cat, not a person. "You have very nice tattoos, sir." Ava blurted out. Oops.... Again, she couldn't control her verbal diarrhea. "Well uh...." She stuttered. "I'm Ava Burton, Professor. Second year Gryffindor and uh... Of course I come here not only to compliment your tattoos..." Eck, why she had to mention his tattoos again? "Well, I'm coming here to ask you about dueling club. Yes." That was her purpose why she was here.
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Other students would get jealous... yeah, sure. Davie chuckled at that softly. He wasn't serious, right? Maybe he'd try out Roderick in class one time, just to see if people would get jealous. Like who? Like girls? Did girls get jealous easily? He obviously knew nothing about them, and scratched his chin as he thought of it. Oh... exploding... snap. The last name thing. "Does it? I can't think why," the second year shrugged, doing his best to maintain a general air of nonchalance.
Yeah, well, tell him something that wasn't obvious. "I meaaaaaaaaan," David elaborated, almost as though he were explaining something to like, Char's little sister. "Where did you do your training? Have you specialized in any areas of Defense? Would you consider yourself an expert on the topic? How many tattoos do you have? Where are you from?" In addition to the tats, he'd spotted a bit of an accent, see, after one of his friends had pointed out that Davie was terrible at noticing accents, more or less.
Oh, yes. "Yes sir," David replied smartly. "I have a list of Dark creatures I believe we should have studied by now," and he was only a second year, "but alas, we did not have a Care of Magical Creatures teacher last year." And their Defense Professor was a former Auror, so obviously he was going to focus on spellwork. Nothing wrong with that, by any means, but David had been waiting YEARS to study Dark creatures per Hogwarts' curriculum.
So the glasses were Muggle in origin? Did that mean this professor was also Muggle in origin? So many people this year were relating to Muggle Studies! Argh! He couldn't handle the coincidences. The universe had to be telling him something. "Uh, I think so, but I usually just get my eyes checked once a year by my uncle..." In Cairo, which was kind of far but not really for family. David found himself tapping his chin again for no particular reason. "Do you like wearing glasses?" Just another q, no pressure really. Also, also also alsooooooo, what was on the paper airplane note? He was curious to ask but actually DID know better than to inquire so David just tilted his head at it curiously as it landed on Hirsch's desk.
He can't think why? Could he really not think why or was he trying to pull the man's leg? Roderik couldn't find out which one it was and, frankly, he didn't care. His mind was too busy focused on where it is that he'd heard the surname. He was too curious to just let it go and now he had to find out.
Thanks, Davie, thanks a lot.
Before he could spend too long thinking, the boy moved on. Good grief, kid, take a deep breath, will you? "Are you part of some kind of Hogwarts paparazzi? Or a journalistic team?" Because asking so many questions about someone's life without being paid for it seemed odd and frankly, the man was a little suspicious now. He did, however, take in the questions and even let our a hearty chuckle at the tattooed one. "WELL. I'm from Germany. I grew up there, I studied there and I worked there for a bit. Durmstrang was great and all but I was also in a Self Defence school for a while. Even got myself a black belt while I was there." Because this was an opportunity to brag so why not make use of it?
"Let's see....... I got my teaching and defence degrees from the Wizarding University of Berlin. I prefer spellwork, mostly. Actual duels get me excited but I know enough about dark creatures." No worries there, kid. "And I have too many tattoos to count but my favourite one is....." He lifted up his shirt sleeve a bit more to show a two inch tall Ukrainian Ironbelly that was flying around the bottom of his arm. Even the colouring of it was remarkable.
He had a list. Maybe this is something that should've been expected from the kid who was quizzing him as if his life depended on it. "Do you have this list on you by any chance?" And there was something weird about not having a Care of Magical Creatures professor last year and no Ancient Runes professor this year. The second one couldn't be helped but it made him wonder, you kno-
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Having no success outside, Tiara had sent a note flying into Hirsch's office.
......... Before he could answer Davie's question, a paper aeroplane caught his attention and seemed to grasp onto it like a leech. The man, catching the aeroplane, hastily unfolded it to read the message within. Apart from a small furrowing of his eyebrows, nothing else on his face showed any other change upon reading this letter.
Huh.
Well, if we just put this off to one side to worry about later........ Roderik cleared his throat and turned back to the young boy. "I think its nice that you have a family member that can check your eyes for you. No unnecessary fees." Would this uncle check Roderik's eyes for him? Hmm? "Yeah, I think so. But they're a right pain in the bottom, sometimes. They're always in the way, you know?"
And we can just forget about the note, okay? Perfect.
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Lucky that she didn't need to wait for too long until the new DADA guy showed up and let her come into his office. And the first thing that came up on her mind besides of his tattoos was... Merlin, this Professor looked younger than Dima. "Good day, Professor....Hirsch." The young lioness greeted that man as she entered his office. Hopefully she didn't mispronounce his name.
This was the first time she entered Professor's office... ever. Well, twice actually. But last term she sneaked out to Beatrice York's office as a cat, not a person. "You have very nice tattoos, sir." Ava blurted out. Oops.... Again, she couldn't control her verbal diarrhea. "Well uh...." She stuttered. "I'm Ava Burton, Professor. Second year Gryffindor and uh... Of course I come here not only to compliment your tattoos..." Eck, why she had to mention his tattoos again? "Well, I'm coming here to ask you about dueling club. Yes." That was her purpose why she was here.
Another student. There was another student there.
Roderik half wondered if he was going to be quizzed yet again but decided to drop it. And no, she hadn't pronounced his surname wrong. Gold star for you, little miss.
Again with the tattoos. The professor threw back his head and let out a hearty laugh at that very statement. Poor sod looked so embarrassed about it too. Did she know that he didn't care? "Well, thank you and it's nice to meet you too, Miss Burton," he said, motioning towards the seat on the other side of his desk. She probably looked like she needed some Calming Drought as well. Just a small dose, nothing major.
Dueling Club? Smirking slightly, Roderik sat even further back in his seat, putting on that cool guy appearance. "What do you want to know about the Dueling Club?" Go on. He was curious too!
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Oh yeah, she needed to sit down.
Taking a seat, the young lioness was relieved that Professor Hirsch didn't really mind when she mentioned his tattoos. Coolness! Not many Professors accepted her mild verbal diarrhea problem. "When I was younger, I always thought that only villains and bad people were allowed to get tattoos...." Oops... Again, why she really needed to say that?
Okay, back to her purpose why she had to come to his office.
"Last year we did have dueling club that was held by Professor Dakest, and I was one of the students who joined the club. One of the best participant.... Well, I got defeated by a third year student." Ava told him about her dueling club experience. "And I totally enjoy it, Professor! So I was wondering if you're gonna run the dueling club again or not?" Ava asked him curiously.
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He can't think why? Could he really not think why or was he trying to pull the man's leg? Roderik couldn't find out which one it was and, frankly, he didn't care. His mind was too busy focused on where it is that he'd heard the surname. He was too curious to just let it go and now he had to find out.
Thanks, Davie, thanks a lot.
Before he could spend too long thinking, the boy moved on. Good grief, kid, take a deep breath, will you? "Are you part of some kind of Hogwarts paparazzi? Or a journalistic team?" Because asking so many questions about someone's life without being paid for it seemed odd and frankly, the man was a little suspicious now. He did, however, take in the questions and even let our a hearty chuckle at the tattooed one. "WELL. I'm from Germany. I grew up there, I studied there and I worked there for a bit. Durmstrang was great and all but I was also in a Self Defence school for a while. Even got myself a black belt while I was there." Because this was an opportunity to brag so why not make use of it?
"Let's see....... I got my teaching and defence degrees from the Wizarding University of Berlin. I prefer spellwork, mostly. Actual duels get me excited but I know enough about dark creatures." No worries there, kid. "And I have too many tattoos to count but my favourite one is....." He lifted up his shirt sleeve a bit more to show a two inch tall Ukrainian Ironbelly that was flying around the bottom of his arm. Even the colouring of it was remarkable.
He had a list. Maybe this is something that should've been expected from the kid who was quizzing him as if his life depended on it. "Do you have this list on you by any chance?" And there was something weird about not having a Care of Magical Creatures professor last year and no Ancient Runes professor this year. The second one couldn't be helped but it made him wonder, you kno-
......... Before he could answer Davie's question, a paper aeroplane caught his attention and seemed to grasp onto it like a leech. The man, catching the aeroplane, hastily unfolded it to read the message within. Apart from a small furrowing of his eyebrows, nothing else on his face showed any other change upon reading this letter.
Huh.
Well, if we just put this off to one side to worry about later........ Roderik cleared his throat and turned back to the young boy. "I think its nice that you have a family member that can check your eyes for you. No unnecessary fees." Would this uncle check Roderik's eyes for him? Hmm? "Yeah, I think so. But they're a right pain in the bottom, sometimes. They're always in the way, you know?"
And we can just forget about the note, okay? Perfect.
..."Whuh?" Very verbal, David, well done. The Ravenclaw blinked away the question about being a journalist, and smiled a bit. He kinda thought it was a compliment to be compared to a journalist, to someone like Blaise. How cool, but alas, he was not one. "No, I'm just a curious learner, sir." Yes, he was only twelve and he did regularly describe himself that way. And no, he would not elaborate about the fact that his dad had once taught this subject and his mum had taught a few lessons as well and that he'd ADORED Professor Dakest and all that was why he had to make sure this new guy could answer all his questions and live up to his very high expectations. Ahem.
He WAS from Germany though (not a bad country, y'know, but not as awesome as the UK), and had studied at university. That checked off the appropriate boxes. A black belt though? Did they give away fashion accessories as prizes in Germany? That was.... interesting. Davie wasn't sure how to respond to that comment so he just gave the professor a sage nod. (The connection to karate, which he HAD heard about before, wasn't clicking.) So ACTUAL duels, huh? "Will you be restarting the Dueling Club again, sir?" Just wondering, you know. Just wondering. He leaned forward a bit at the EXCITING tattoo of a Ukranian Ironbelly the man had on his arm. "WHOA!" NEATO! "I bet THAT hurt a bit," David commented without thinking, even chuckling as he tried to imagine himself sitting through a moving tattoo session.
Nope, nope, just wasn't happening, probably ever.
"OF COURSE!" he responded eagerly to the question about his list, as though he had been waiting all morning to present it to someone. He had. David reached right into the top pouch of his backpack and produced the list, all tightly rolled into a tidy scroll and even tied with a ribbon. "It's not that I'm trying to give you a suggestion about WHAT to teach, sir, or anything," even though that was his completely transparent goal, according to the list on the parchment, "but if you were looking for creature-based ideas, I can at least tell you that none of the first or second years have learned about ANY of these Dark creatures!" So that helped him for ... what, roughly 28.517% of the population, if he were rounding to the nearest thousandth? And probably some of the older kids too, if he wanted to do the math, or if he wanted Davie to do the math and let him know? AND ALSO, even though this list wasn't ALL inclusive of ALL Dark creatures EVER and Davie DID want to produce that sort of list in the future, it happened to be a fairly thorough one. Or so he thought.
He settled back into his seat and didn't ask about the memo, still, even though he could see that the professor had read it and everything. Lalalala not asking lalalala. "Yes," yes, uncle Robbie was nice, and yes, he did not always like wearing glasses. "I've read about contacts and potions and Muggle surgeries to fix the eyes," he admitted slowly, this being the most personal topic he had ever addressed with a professor before. "Have you ever, er, used any of those?" Or tried them? What were they like, really?
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Yeah, Roderik was confused. One, because the man was here in the first place and two, because he wasn't wearing a poncho from the other day. Even if they've only met for a brief moment, it was a little weird to see him in normal clothes, that was for sure.
"Hello!" he said, trying to match the man's enthusiasm and, uh, failing badly. At the mention of the plant, his eyes flew over towards it and he considered it for a moment. It wasn't too big, and even seemed relatively normal coming from the man who wore jogging bottoms to a feast. He half expected a dancing plant of some kind but since it was your everyday office plant...... Hirsch looked back up at Paul and smiled a little. "Hyped up kids and feasts don't make for a good combination." All that sugar was just bad news. "Besides, nothing says a feast like a good food fight, right?" The only thing that put him off was, frankly, the hag. But we weren't going to ruin the day so.....
"Just, leave it on my desk, if you will." He moved the family pictures just a bit to make some room before looking back up at the older man who....... was starting to mention the banjo. Merlin, help him if he had to pretend to care because nothing was coming. He did keep quiet, though, mainly because he didn't want to upset the man who had just given him a gift. "It's nice to meet you properly, Paul, and thanks for the plant. The name's Roderik Hirsch." And please don't give him a ridiculous nickname, okay?
Paul gently set the plant down on his desk. The pictures of the man's family were really adorable! A smile broke across Paul's face just by glancing at them. It was nice seeing people....be normal people.
"Ah...I feel bad all that food was wasted..the effort of the elves...wasted. I think the poor guys were a little...shaken by it, to be honest." That's what he had heard at least. "Nice to meet you, Roderik..." he grinned. "Like, meet you officially and not covered in food. Are you enjoying the castle so far?" he asked curiously.
He wondered if the man had attended Hogwarts?
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Oh yeah, she needed to sit down.
Taking a seat, the young lioness was relieved that Professor Hirsch didn't really mind when she mentioned his tattoos. Coolness! Not many Professors accepted her mild verbal diarrhea problem. "When I was younger, I always thought that only villains and bad people were allowed to get tattoos...." Oops... Again, why she really needed to say that?
Okay, back to her purpose why she had to come to his office.
"Last year we did have dueling club that was held by Professor Dakest, and I was one of the students who joined the club. One of the best participant.... Well, I got defeated by a third year student." Ava told him about her dueling club experience. "And I totally enjoy it, Professor! So I was wondering if you're gonna run the dueling club again or not?" Ava asked him curiously.
...............
What?
Villains and bad people? Oh Merlin. The laughter came faster than he could have stopped it and frankly, he didn't even want to stop it. It was as if he was at the feast all over again and he was laughing at the food thrown at the Hag. Merlin only knows what he could possibly look like to the child right now.
Right. Composure.
Gathering his senses and clearing his throat, the man sat back a little in his seat before saying, "Do you think I'm a villain, then?" Oh, she had a lot to learn if she thought that only villains and bad people can get tattoos.
Oh, Dueling Club. The young girl had his full attention as she spoke about the club that had been held by the previous Defence Professor. Her comment about being one of the best earned her a raised eyebrow and slightly amused look from the man. Confidence. She was a potion that was brimming with it. If she harnessed that in the right way...... "Maybe you could defeat that third year who beat you."
Was he going to run it again? Honestly, considering the fact that this was one of the few times he was hearing about it...... "Was it popular? Did a lot of students want to learn how to duel?"
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..."Whuh?" Very verbal, David, well done. The Ravenclaw blinked away the question about being a journalist, and smiled a bit. He kinda thought it was a compliment to be compared to a journalist, to someone like Blaise. How cool, but alas, he was not one. "No, I'm just a curious learner, sir." Yes, he was only twelve and he did regularly describe himself that way. And no, he would not elaborate about the fact that his dad had once taught this subject and his mum had taught a few lessons as well and that he'd ADORED Professor Dakest and all that was why he had to make sure this new guy could answer all his questions and live up to his very high expectations. Ahem.
He WAS from Germany though (not a bad country, y'know, but not as awesome as the UK), and had studied at university. That checked off the appropriate boxes. A black belt though? Did they give away fashion accessories as prizes in Germany? That was.... interesting. Davie wasn't sure how to respond to that comment so he just gave the professor a sage nod. (The connection to karate, which he HAD heard about before, wasn't clicking.) So ACTUAL duels, huh? "Will you be restarting the Dueling Club again, sir?" Just wondering, you know. Just wondering. He leaned forward a bit at the EXCITING tattoo of a Ukranian Ironbelly the man had on his arm. "WHOA!" NEATO! "I bet THAT hurt a bit," David commented without thinking, even chuckling as he tried to imagine himself sitting through a moving tattoo session.
Nope, nope, just wasn't happening, probably ever.
"OF COURSE!" he responded eagerly to the question about his list, as though he had been waiting all morning to present it to someone. He had. David reached right into the top pouch of his backpack and produced the list, all tightly rolled into a tidy scroll and even tied with a ribbon. "It's not that I'm trying to give you a suggestion about WHAT to teach, sir, or anything," even though that was his completely transparent goal, according to the list on the parchment, "but if you were looking for creature-based ideas, I can at least tell you that none of the first or second years have learned about ANY of these Dark creatures!" So that helped him for ... what, roughly 28.517% of the population, if he were rounding to the nearest thousandth? And probably some of the older kids too, if he wanted to do the math, or if he wanted Davie to do the math and let him know? AND ALSO, even though this list wasn't ALL inclusive of ALL Dark creatures EVER and Davie DID want to produce that sort of list in the future, it happened to be a fairly thorough one. Or so he thought.
He settled back into his seat and didn't ask about the memo, still, even though he could see that the professor had read it and everything. Lalalala not asking lalalala. "Yes," yes, uncle Robbie was nice, and yes, he did not always like wearing glasses. "I've read about contacts and potions and Muggle surgeries to fix the eyes," he admitted slowly, this being the most personal topic he had ever addressed with a professor before. "Have you ever, er, used any of those?" Or tried them? What were they like, really?
Very verbal, indeed. Roderik found the reaction amusing, actually. There was something so natural and innocent about it, as if he hadn't had it said to him before. Again, amusing. "Well, with how eager you are to gain information, I think you could be." Shrug. But then again, did he really know the boy enough to make such a judgement?
Oh, there was another mention of the Dueling Club. Merlin, how popular had this club been? Were there going to be more people lining up to talk to him about it? ..... Whatever. It wasn't the time to think about that now. And he wasn't going to answer Davie's question. Not yet, anyways. "I take it you enjoyed the club as well?" He needed to know for his own reasons and because he rather enjoyed watching the young boy get so excited. He was almost anticipating it. Hoping for it. It was certainly the reaction that he got for his dragon tattoo, after all. He bet that it hurt? Oh Merlin. Kids were so honest, weren't they? The man took a moment to laugh before saying, "Yeah, it hurt. It hurt a LOT, but the result's always worth the pain." And he was strong, duh!
Oh, will you look at that? He had a list. Letting the boy speak on, the man took the roll, unrolled it and started scanning through the text. Merlin, he'd really done his research, hadn't he? The kid was smart.... and organised. The man almost wondered how he fared in a duel setting but pulled himself away from wandering down that train of thought. Time would tell, Hirsch, time would tell. "I see you've highlighted Hags on this list," he said, looking up from the parchment and giving Davie an amused smirk, "This is a very interesting list." Could he keep it? Or make a copy of it?
Roderik did expect the kid to be bursting with questions about the memo and so, he was a little surprised when the boy remained silent. Not even a peep about the note! But if he wasn't going to mention it, Roderik wasn't going to either. Where was the harm in keeping him wondering, eh? "I wear contacts sometimes. Glasses are too much of a hassle, y'know?" And he had had one too many instances of them falling off while he was in the middle of a duel. "They're...... hm, they're okay. Not a permanent solution like the other two. But I would never for the life of me let one of those doctor people near my eyes." Nope. Too sensitive.
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Paul gently set the plant down on his desk. The pictures of the man's family were really adorable! A smile broke across Paul's face just by glancing at them. It was nice seeing people....be normal people.
"Ah...I feel bad all that food was wasted..the effort of the elves...wasted. I think the poor guys were a little...shaken by it, to be honest." That's what he had heard at least. "Nice to meet you, Roderik..." he grinned. "Like, meet you officially and not covered in food. Are you enjoying the castle so far?" he asked curiously.
He wondered if the man had attended Hogwarts?
Oh Merlin, had he seen the pictures? Roderik cast a furtive glance between the man and the cringe-worthy picture he had had. "My mum's the embarrassing sort." That was all.
Food? Wasted? "But the food fight was....... interesting to see. Especially all that fresh energy." Naturally, he'd liked it. "Shaken? But why?" Had it really been that bad of an ordeal for them? No one had stopped them from joining in, you know. Speaking of food, the man let out a small chuckle at what Paul had to say next. "Nice to meet you too," he said, gesturing to the seat opposite his desk, "and not covered in food either." Or being dramatic, for that matter.
Was he enjoying the castle? "It's new. It's extravagant. And it's certainly bigger than any of the schools I've been to." Especially Durmstrang. That school seemed tiny compared to this. "I can't even begin to tell you how many times I've gotten lost already."
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...............
What?
Villains and bad people? Oh Merlin. The laughter came faster than he could have stopped it and frankly, he didn't even want to stop it. It was as if he was at the feast all over again and he was laughing at the food thrown at the Hag. Merlin only knows what he could possibly look like to the child right now.
Right. Composure.
Gathering his senses and clearing his throat, the man sat back a little in his seat before saying, "Do you think I'm a villain, then?" Oh, she had a lot to learn if she thought that only villains and bad people can get tattoos.
Oh, Dueling Club. The young girl had his full attention as she spoke about the club that had been held by the previous Defence Professor. Her comment about being one of the best earned her a raised eyebrow and slightly amused look from the man. Confidence. She was a potion that was brimming with it. If she harnessed that in the right way...... "Maybe you could defeat that third year who beat you."
Was he going to run it again? Honestly, considering the fact that this was one of the few times he was hearing about it...... "Was it popular? Did a lot of students want to learn how to duel?"
The professor was laughing. Ava wasn't sure if he laughed because her words were funny or something else. But then she let out a small chuckle. Well, she was 200% sure that Professor Hirsch wasn't a bad person. "Well, I don't think so. If yes, why Headmistress Moxley would hire someone bad for teaching, right?" The young lioness grinned. "It's just the stuffs on muggle television, right? My big brother also had a tattoo but he's not a villain. But, his tattoo isn't as cool as yours."
Maybe Dima should add more tattoo... If his wife approved, or course.
"Well, I wish I could. But he dodged my attack very easily... Like stealing candies from five year-old kid." She was allowed to compare those two things since she had five year-old nephew and it's not difficult to bother him. Hehehe. And was the dueling club popular? Well, it was VERY popular! The young lioness knew that most of the students who joined the club last term would be enthusiast to be back again. "I think so, Professor. Some of my friends who were in the club wanted to participate again this year.... If you're gonna make it back of course." But if not?
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Very verbal, indeed. Roderik found the reaction amusing, actually. There was something so natural and innocent about it, as if he hadn't had it said to him before. Again, amusing. "Well, with how eager you are to gain information, I think you could be." Shrug. But then again, did he really know the boy enough to make such a judgement?
Oh, there was another mention of the Dueling Club. Merlin, how popular had this club been? Were there going to be more people lining up to talk to him about it? ..... Whatever. It wasn't the time to think about that now. And he wasn't going to answer Davie's question. Not yet, anyways. "I take it you enjoyed the club as well?" He needed to know for his own reasons and because he rather enjoyed watching the young boy get so excited. He was almost anticipating it. Hoping for it. It was certainly the reaction that he got for his dragon tattoo, after all. He bet that it hurt? Oh Merlin. Kids were so honest, weren't they? The man took a moment to laugh before saying, "Yeah, it hurt. It hurt a LOT, but the result's always worth the pain." And he was strong, duh!
Oh, will you look at that? He had a list. Letting the boy speak on, the man took the roll, unrolled it and started scanning through the text. Merlin, he'd really done his research, hadn't he? The kid was smart.... and organised. The man almost wondered how he fared in a duel setting but pulled himself away from wandering down that train of thought. Time would tell, Hirsch, time would tell. "I see you've highlighted Hags on this list," he said, looking up from the parchment and giving Davie an amused smirk, "This is a very interesting list." Could he keep it? Or make a copy of it?
Roderik did expect the kid to be bursting with questions about the memo and so, he was a little surprised when the boy remained silent. Not even a peep about the note! But if he wasn't going to mention it, Roderik wasn't going to either. Where was the harm in keeping him wondering, eh? "I wear contacts sometimes. Glasses are too much of a hassle, y'know?" And he had had one too many instances of them falling off while he was in the middle of a duel. "They're...... hm, they're okay. Not a permanent solution like the other two. But I would never for the life of me let one of those doctor people near my eyes." Nope. Too sensitive.
Kewl. David could be a journalist one day. "I just gotta get my hands on Mr. Green..." he murmured to himself, starting to develop delusions of grandeur an idea of sorts. He WAS a good writer, and he DID enjoy nonfiction... maybe one day! If only his parents didn't HATE journalists.
Dueling Club though! "Eh, kinda," David did a so-so sign with his hand. "I enjoyed watching the duels more than being in them, I think. A lot of students were suspiciously good at spells first years shouldn't have been able to do." Was he accusing them of cheating? Maaaaaaybe. "And I didn't really like attacking my friends. But it was good practice, and a good challenge." So maybe they could just do duel stuff in class, like, AFTER they studied all the dark creatures on his list. And AFTER the professor told them the stories of his tattoos. "Why did you a--- is that a Ukranian Ironbelly?" Why that one specifically?
Speaking of creatures, he beamed at the professor's praise. "Oh, are hags highlighted?" Too bad Davie's voice cracked right on the word hag there. "I mean, ahem, feel free to keep that list, sir." Memorize it, in fact. "I've got a copy I need to give to the Care of Magical Creatures professor. Maybe you guys could do a class TOGETHER, just about Dark creatures! And you could invite my dad in to talk! He's a known nundu hunter!" Er, of sorts, amongst other things. In case they wanted to start with nundu. Not suggesting it or anything...
"Contaaaaaacts," David repeated, wondering if the professor was going to answer the memo, or...? "I should try those." He stroked his chin again thoughtfully. "Muggle doctors?" he chuckled. "They're an okay substitute for a Healer, probably, but I agree." So CONTACTS were what he needed to bother Mum about the next time he was home. Yes. Mental note made, because he was not going to get his pocket notebook out and write down that idea right now.
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You know what was interesting? This kid....... well, this boy mentioned wanting more things on the dark arts instead. It made the man curious and frankly, he was going to take a moment to munch on his apple. Yep, munch and give the boy a sidelong look. "Are you interested in the dark arts or a way to defend them?" Pick your answer wisely, kid. Though he was right about one thing: no one wanted to know about gnomes and doxies when they could be learning about the weird and twisted.
Roderik knew what he would rather teach, that was for sure.
Oh, a smile! Wasn't that nice? "Hey! C'mon, there's better seating in my office. And you can tell me all about the dark arts you want to learn about," he said, getting up and heading over to the office to unlock it. You know, if the boy wanted to talk to him rather than sitting in a seating area all day.
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Well now that was a loaded question. Dante put down the magazine where he found it and thought about it for a second or two or maybe three. If he said he was just interested in the dark arts Hirsch would think him a little dark wizard in training. But he kind of was. Since it was interesting. But he did want to learn to defend himself against them. Since not getting hurt in duels and real life is very nice thing to learn how to do. "Both, Professor" He did have a point. Talking inside his office would be much better than out here. Dante nodded got up and followed him in. And all the dark art he wanted to learn please. Like he would share that with a new Professor. That would be secret and studying by himself. Though doubt he would even get the book needed to research that in this school.
"Orange, really Professor?"
Such an odd color for a room. But he guessed it fit the whole room whatever Hirsch was going for.
"What would you being willing to educate me on the Dark Arts or defense against them?"
Dante asked taking a seat
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The professor was laughing. Ava wasn't sure if he laughed because her words were funny or something else. But then she let out a small chuckle. Well, she was 200% sure that Professor Hirsch wasn't a bad person. "Well, I don't think so. If yes, why Headmistress Moxley would hire someone bad for teaching, right?" The young lioness grinned. "It's just the stuffs on muggle television, right? My big brother also had a tattoo but he's not a villain. But, his tattoo isn't as cool as yours."
Maybe Dima should add more tattoo... If his wife approved, or course.
"Well, I wish I could. But he dodged my attack very easily... Like stealing candies from five year-old kid." She was allowed to compare those two things since she had five year-old nephew and it's not difficult to bother him. Hehehe. And was the dueling club popular? Well, it was VERY popular! The young lioness knew that most of the students who joined the club last term would be enthusiast to be back again. "I think so, Professor. Some of my friends who were in the club wanted to participate again this year.... If you're gonna make it back of course." But if not?
While most people would've taken his laughter as an act of rudeness, he was glad that Ava didn't seem to think so. "Why would she, indeed." Though, he had a few thoughts about her pickings, mainly with that hag. Merlin only knows what she could've been thinking during that interview process. "They like to give you a stereotype. Sometimes the bad guys are the ones looking the most innocent." Shrug. "Well thanks, Miss Burton! What did your brother get? Tattoo-wise." Because this topic had peaked his interest and he wanted to see them for himself but since he couldn't.......
It wasn't exactly hard to tell that the girl wasn't happy with being beaten. "Firstly, he's two years older than you and he knows a lot more magic than you. And secondly," He paused for dramatic effect....... and to take the moment to half-smirk. "Show him you're not the five year old he can easily take candy from." Just saying.
"Well, I'm all up for anything that gets you interested in defence. And if it's as popular as you say it is, then I reckon your generation's going to be a force to be reckoned with."
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Kewl. David could be a journalist one day. "I just gotta get my hands on Mr. Green..." he murmured to himself, starting to develop delusions of grandeur an idea of sorts. He WAS a good writer, and he DID enjoy nonfiction... maybe one day! If only his parents didn't HATE journalists.
Dueling Club though! "Eh, kinda," David did a so-so sign with his hand. "I enjoyed watching the duels more than being in them, I think. A lot of students were suspiciously good at spells first years shouldn't have been able to do." Was he accusing them of cheating? Maaaaaaybe. "And I didn't really like attacking my friends. But it was good practice, and a good challenge." So maybe they could just do duel stuff in class, like, AFTER they studied all the dark creatures on his list. And AFTER the professor told them the stories of his tattoos. "Why did you a--- is that a Ukranian Ironbelly?" Why that one specifically?
Speaking of creatures, he beamed at the professor's praise. "Oh, are hags highlighted?" Too bad Davie's voice cracked right on the word hag there. "I mean, ahem, feel free to keep that list, sir." Memorize it, in fact. "I've got a copy I need to give to the Care of Magical Creatures professor. Maybe you guys could do a class TOGETHER, just about Dark creatures! And you could invite my dad in to talk! He's a known nundu hunter!" Er, of sorts, amongst other things. In case they wanted to start with nundu. Not suggesting it or anything...
"Contaaaaaacts," David repeated, wondering if the professor was going to answer the memo, or...? "I should try those." He stroked his chin again thoughtfully. "Muggle doctors?" he chuckled. "They're an okay substitute for a Healer, probably, but I agree." So CONTACTS were what he needed to bother Mum about the next time he was home. Yes. Mental note made, because he was not going to get his pocket notebook out and write down that idea right now.
Roderik was enjoyed this, he was. This act, this grandeur that the second year was putting on. Oh, how he wished he had some popcorn chicken to eat while watching this. Maybe he could ask the elves really nicely to make him some that would be extra crunchy.......
Oh. Right. Truebridge.
Sitting up a little, the man smiled and even gave him a small applause. "Practising?"
Now wasn't this a very interesting thought process? Sure, he expected some students to not like the idea of violence but this was different. This was a lot different. "Did the suspiciously advanced knowledge of spells put you off of taking part?" And he wanted to know what kind of spells they were using. "That's the challenge, isn't it? Dueling against your friends. Casting harmful spells at someone is easy enough if you don't know or care about them." That was his logic. Smiling at the mention of the dragon, the man nodded. "Yeah. It's the biggest but not the fastest. Kind of tells you not to judge a book by its cover."
Pause.
"And the colours of its scales always fascinated me."
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SNOOOORT.
Coughcoughcough. Ahem. "Oh, they might just be." He gave the boy a knowing smile but said nothing about that. He could bring it up if he wanted to. "Thanks! This list is going to come in very useful." It was. It really was. Defence....... and Magical Creatures.... and then Davie's dad? "You seem to be really interested in Dark creatures." Not a bad thing, mind you. "I'll have a word with Professor Draper and we'll see what we can do. Maybe you'll get that lesson on nundus."
"They require a lot of maintenance, mind you. Cleaning, making sure you've put them in correctly......" It was why the man stuck to glasses sometimes. "But they're a good alternative. What do you have against glasses?" Was he aware of his pubescent looks? Was that it? Was he going to start asking about body building tips to impress girls?
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Well now that was a loaded question. Dante put down the magazine where he found it and thought about it for a second or two or maybe three. If he said he was just interested in the dark arts Hirsch would think him a little dark wizard in training. But he kind of was. Since it was interesting. But he did want to learn to defend himself against them. Since not getting hurt in duels and real life is very nice thing to learn how to do. "Both, Professor" He did have a point. Talking inside his office would be much better than out here. Dante nodded got up and followed him in. And all the dark art he wanted to learn please. Like he would share that with a new Professor. That would be secret and studying by himself. Though doubt he would even get the book needed to research that in this school.
"Orange, really Professor?"
Such an odd color for a room. But he guessed it fit the whole room whatever Hirsch was going for.
"What would you being willing to educate me on the Dark Arts or defense against them?"
Dante asked taking a seat
Both was an interesting answer. Both. The word played in the man's mind as he went to take a seat behind his desk and offered the Slytherin the one on the other side. "Why do you say both?" See, while it was an interesting approach and he could think of why someone would say that answer but he wanted to hear how this boy thought. How he came to that conclusion.
Orange? "What's wrong with orange?" It wasn't as organised as it could be but surely, it wasn't bad, was it?
Oh.
Oh ho ho!
And now it was Roderik's turn to answer a hefty question. Merlin, it was like playing an intense game of chess but, you know, tons more interesting. While the man had thought he'd played a good move, the boy had a counter attack ready. "Well, I'd say that you can't defend yourselves against the Dark Arts if you don't know about them in the first place."
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If Hirsch had been standing outside, he would've taken interest in the fact that the next visitor didn't want to take a seat. It would've been a clear indication that the boy had something urgent to discuss or say or even, if he thought back to the non-magic lesson, something about his teaching methods. The boy did have an opinion regarding his first question, after all.
But as it was, the man was sitting inside his office, slowly dying at the marking he was meant to be doing.
Maybe it was because of this that, when he heard that knock, Roderik was more than happy to put down his quill, slide the pieces of parchment off to one side and sit up a little. Procrastination? What procrastination?
"Come in!"
He was grateful for the fact that he wasn't kept waiting, because patience was something he would never have much of. Waiting rooms and areas were seldom of interest to him, and this one was no different. Hearing the Professor's 'come in', Zeke let himself in, closing the door softly behind him.
Walking further inside, he was interested. Curious. Just... it all looked so different to the other offices he'd seen. He didn't dislike it, but to say he liked it wasn't correct either. He was, indifferent. Maybe. Or not. The boy was confused. Orange?
Hazel eyes on Hirsch, the thought occurred to him that perhaps now wasn't a good time. Especially considering the parchment stack on the desk and no doubt the man had work things to do. It didn't escape him though that being a student HE was also part of the man's responsibility. "Thanks for seeing me, I haven't caught you at a bad time, have I?" he asked sincerely approaching the man at his desk.
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Yeah, why would Headmistress Moxley hired bad people to teach here? This was the BEST wizarding school in entire Europe. And it seemed like he's such a huge tattoo fan. "He has a Liverpool football club logo in here." She pointed her inner left arm. "I was thinking if it's a dark mark or something else." Now the young lioness wondered if her mother would allow her to have tattoo... Maybe not. But once she reached seventeen, that woman couldn't have a right to not allow her. Hehehe.... Yeah, maybe she's gonna have one on her seventeenth birthday.
Ava listened to Professor Hirsch and she cracked a smile. "I will, Professor. Which... I'm gonna show it in next dueling club... If you decided to bring it back." She could beg him to bring it back by kissing his toes or hugging his feet but... Nope. "I'm really looking forward for the news, Professor." She put on her hopeful dreamy smile. Staring at her watch, she just realized that the next class will be started soon. "Nice talking with you, Professor! I'll see you at the class." Ava grabbed her rucksack and left the office.
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Both was an interesting answer. Both. The word played in the man's mind as he went to take a seat behind his desk and offered the Slytherin the one on the other side. "Why do you say both?" See, while it was an interesting approach and he could think of why someone would say that answer but he wanted to hear how this boy thought. How he came to that conclusion.
Orange? "What's wrong with orange?" It wasn't as organised as it could be but surely, it wasn't bad, was it?
Oh.
Oh ho ho!
And now it was Roderik's turn to answer a hefty question. Merlin, it was like playing an intense game of chess but, you know, tons more interesting. While the man had thought he'd played a good move, the boy had a counter attack ready. "Well, I'd say that you can't defend yourselves against the Dark Arts if you don't know about them in the first place."
Nailed it.
Dante flopped into the seat and thought on Hirsch's question. It was really only because you have to know the dark arts to be able to defend them. It was as simple as that. The bonus being Dante had interest in the dark arts. But really that was not something to tell professors."Because you have to know what you are up against if you want to defend yourself professor. Knowledge is power" Professor, please. Orange is a horrible color unless you are Dutch then it is acceptable. Nope not even a Cannon's fan will make it acceptable in Dante's eyes. He was never interested in quidditch like his brother.
"It's not the most welcoming color, i will say"
Cough, Ugly, Cough.
See exactly what Dante's point was earlier. It was all about knowing what you were going up against. Even thought what good is lets say martial arts against the unforgivable curses. But whatever its not like they would be learning martial arts in this castle or anything. Crazy Talk.
"So you would be for teaching them in the interesting of us learning to defend ourselves"
Hirsch, you opened yourself up to that question.
Dante was enjoying this little mind game going on. These types of Professors Dante loved like Draper. Airy was an exception.
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He was grateful for the fact that he wasn't kept waiting, because patience was something he would never have much of. Waiting rooms and areas were seldom of interest to him, and this one was no different. Hearing the Professor's 'come in', Zeke let himself in, closing the door softly behind him.
Walking further inside, he was interested. Curious. Just... it all looked so different to the other offices he'd seen. He didn't dislike it, but to say he liked it wasn't correct either. He was, indifferent. Maybe. Or not. The boy was confused. Orange?
Hazel eyes on Hirsch, the thought occurred to him that perhaps now wasn't a good time. Especially considering the parchment stack on the desk and no doubt the man had work things to do. It didn't escape him though that being a student HE was also part of the man's responsibility. "Thanks for seeing me, I haven't caught you at a bad time, have I?" he asked sincerely approaching the man at his desk.
Well, wasn't this interesting? Of all the people to come and see him, it had to be Mr Browne.
Hirsch vaguely remembered that lesson way back when the boy had had a thing or two to say about his teaching methods. Had he come to say something now? Lay down a complaint?
Bad time? Roderik looked over at the stack of parchment before shaking his head and smiling at the young boy. "I certainly wouldn't say it's a bad time." Meaning that he was getting too bored of dealing with those pieces of parchment and a distraction was welcomed.
"What can I do for you, Mr Browne?" he asked, gesturing to the seat on the other side of the desk.
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Yeah, why would Headmistress Moxley hired bad people to teach here? This was the BEST wizarding school in entire Europe. And it seemed like he's such a huge tattoo fan. "He has a Liverpool football club logo in here." She pointed her inner left arm. "I was thinking if it's a dark mark or something else." Now the young lioness wondered if her mother would allow her to have tattoo... Maybe not. But once she reached seventeen, that woman couldn't have a right to not allow her. Hehehe.... Yeah, maybe she's gonna have one on her seventeenth birthday.
Ava listened to Professor Hirsch and she cracked a smile. "I will, Professor. Which... I'm gonna show it in next dueling club... If you decided to bring it back." She could beg him to bring it back by kissing his toes or hugging his feet but... Nope. "I'm really looking forward for the news, Professor." She put on her hopeful dreamy smile. Staring at her watch, she just realized that the next class will be started soon. "Nice talking with you, Professor! I'll see you at the class." Ava grabbed her rucksack and left the office.
........... Ava say what?
Liverpool? Pool of liver? Roderik gave her a confused look at those words, hardly taking into account the other words she'd said. In all honesty, it sounded like something the Hag would be part of. Be the chief of, in fact. So, the man simply nodded along without saying anything on the matter. "I hope you mentioned this to him." Merlin only knows how funny that conversation would have been.
Something he was noticing was how much fire the girl had. First for mentioning her view on tattooed people and second for mentioning her desire to get revenge and beat the third year who'd beaten her. "Glad to hear it, Miss Burton." Oh, that was going to be an interesting duel, wasn't it? As for the news, she would have to wait and find out but he had a funny feeling that she would like what it is that he had to say. "And you, Miss Burton. See you around!"
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Dante flopped into the seat and thought on Hirsch's question. It was really only because you have to know the dark arts to be able to defend them. It was as simple as that. The bonus being Dante had interest in the dark arts. But really that was not something to tell professors."Because you have to know what you are up against if you want to defend yourself professor. Knowledge is power" Professor, please. Orange is a horrible color unless you are Dutch then it is acceptable. Nope not even a Cannon's fan will make it acceptable in Dante's eyes. He was never interested in quidditch like his brother.
"It's not the most welcoming color, i will say"
Cough, Ugly, Cough.
See exactly what Dante's point was earlier. It was all about knowing what you were going up against. Even thought what good is lets say martial arts against the unforgivable curses. But whatever its not like they would be learning martial arts in this castle or anything. Crazy Talk.
"So you would be for teaching them in the interesting of us learning to defend ourselves"
Hirsch, you opened yourself up to that question.
Dante was enjoying this little mind game going on. These types of Professors Dante loved like Draper. Airy was an exception.
Hirsch was starting to like how this kid answered. He was even half-smiling, half-smirking to prove it, showing his pride in that one facial expression. "Knowledge really is power. And you're right, you have to know everything there is to know about whatever it is you're up against. Sometimes it's unexpected and you'll be faced with something completely new but, at the end of the day, every human being has some key weaknesses, no matter how big or small they are. Excellent thinking." And if it was something else, well......... they'd get to that.
Not the most welcoming colour? Roderik burst out laughing at that statement, even tilting his head back as he did so. "You can say that you hate it, I don't mind." But did this mean that he wanted to change the colour scheme? Hmm?
Oh, this was getting good. It was getting intense, even. "I'd teach what I can but if someone," He paused for dramatic effect. "wanted to know a bit extra in the name of defence, who am I to say no?" Was that answer satisfying?
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Well, wasn't this interesting? Of all the people to come and see him, it had to be Mr Browne.
Hirsch vaguely remembered that lesson way back when the boy had had a thing or two to say about his teaching methods. Had he come to say something now? Lay down a complaint?
Bad time? Roderik looked over at the stack of parchment before shaking his head and smiling at the young boy. "I certainly wouldn't say it's a bad time." Meaning that he was getting too bored of dealing with those pieces of parchment and a distraction was welcomed.
"What can I do for you, Mr Browne?" he asked, gesturing to the seat on the other side of the desk.
There would be no complaints from him, nope... not now at least. It was seldom his style, save for observations - those didn't pass through filters, so they COULD be taken as complaints in the moment.
Not a bad time then? Good. Zeke returned the Professor's smile with an easy one of his own, sitting himself down on the chair that was offered. Now it was crunch time. "I came with a request, actually," he started, unsure if he should warm into this or just dive right in. He supposed a healthy mix of the two would suffice. "I had an arrangement with Professor Dakest while he was teaching here," he added, remembering to use the man's surname instead of his given name, "he agreed to assist me with additional training outside of class, private tuition of sorts - dueling and general practice. So I was wondering, if you might be able to afford me something similar?"
Yes?
Yes?
Of course, he had his reasons for it... so before the silence could be filled by a response from the man, he continued.
"I was the dueling Champion for my tournament group last year, and I'm keen to defend my title, but that aside, I'm here for self-improvement. I'm willing to work for it."
Hirsch was starting to like how this kid answered. He was even half-smiling, half-smirking to prove it, showing his pride in that one facial expression. "Knowledge really is power. And you're right, you have to know everything there is to know about whatever it is you're up against. Sometimes it's unexpected and you'll be faced with something completely new but, at the end of the day, every human being has some key weaknesses, no matter how big or small they are. Excellent thinking." And if it was something else, well......... they'd get to that.
Not the most welcoming colour? Roderik burst out laughing at that statement, even tilting his head back as he did so. "You can say that you hate it, I don't mind." But did this mean that he wanted to change the colour scheme? Hmm?
Oh, this was getting good. It was getting intense, even. "I'd teach what I can but if someone," He paused for dramatic effect. "wanted to know a bit extra in the name of defence, who am I to say no?" Was that answer satisfying?
Now that was an excellent answer. Dante grinned and nodded seeing as the Professor agreed with him. Professor Hirsch basically said it as perfect as Dante could ever imagine saying it so all he said was
"Exactly Professor, every human has something they fear or something that holds them back whether for good or bad."
Dante's fear was lethifolds even though he never met one and probably wouldn't in the future. But still he was afraid of them. So it was a good idea he should try and learn the patronus charm instead of finding out all he could on animagi. Both he kind of wanted to peruse.
Dante did not hate the color but the Professor had a good laugh. He just thought it did not go well with the room or any room for that matter. He already thought of the exceptions before. "I don't hate it, i just have a strong dislike of orange in any furniture. Maybe blue would be better" It was just a suggestion. He did not have to take it. But blue would look better.
AND Dante was soo happy in his head right now. He had a big smile on his face. He looked like a kid in the candy store. He tried to hide it but no use. He had gotten the answer he was looking for since he began the talk. "That is appreciated and i will definitely have to take you up on that offer." Though he would of course have to tell Hirsch what he wanted to research and well knew that lying would get no where. He would need time to work on an answer. Because he really did want to know a bit extra in the name of defense. Yep in the name of defense and knowledge.
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There would be no complaints from him, nope... not now at least. It was seldom his style, save for observations - those didn't pass through filters, so they COULD be taken as complaints in the moment.
Not a bad time then? Good. Zeke returned the Professor's smile with an easy one of his own, sitting himself down on the chair that was offered. Now it was crunch time. "I came with a request, actually," he started, unsure if he should warm into this or just dive right in. He supposed a healthy mix of the two would suffice. "I had an arrangement with Professor Dakest while he was teaching here," he added, remembering to use the man's surname instead of his given name, "he agreed to assist me with additional training outside of class, private tuition of sorts - dueling and general practice. So I was wondering, if you might be able to afford me something similar?"
Yes?
Yes?
Of course, he had his reasons for it... so before the silence could be filled by a response from the man, he continued.
"I was the dueling Champion for my tournament group last year, and I'm keen to defend my title, but that aside, I'm here for self-improvement. I'm willing to work for it."
Hirsch leaned back in his chair as Zeke started on his tirade of.......... whatever it was he came here for. To be honest, the man was grateful that he launched straight into it instead of making meaningless small-talk when he clearly had something on his mind. So yes, thank you, Zeke.
Additional training? Oh, wasn't this interesting.
The man was trying his hardest not to smile, he really was. But those words along with 'dueling' and 'general practice' had made him more excited than anything. So yes, he was currently smiling as if someone had just offered him a pay rise or a free dinner at the fanciest restaurant in London. Could he express his excitement? Could he?
Keep calm, good man, keep calm.
"I don't doubt for one second that you'll put any less than 110% of your efforts into it," he started, still smiling, "And who am I to say no to one of my best students wanting extra tuition?" Though, if he went on to tell other people this, the man would refuse profusely to have said anything along those lines. Ahem.
"What kind of defence would you like to learn? Is there any area of weakness that you'd like to concentrate on?"
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Now that was an excellent answer. Dante grinned and nodded seeing as the Professor agreed with him. Professor Hirsch basically said it as perfect as Dante could ever imagine saying it so all he said was
"Exactly Professor, every human has something they fear or something that holds them back whether for good or bad."
Dante's fear was lethifolds even though he never met one and probably wouldn't in the future. But still he was afraid of them. So it was a good idea he should try and learn the patronus charm instead of finding out all he could on animagi. Both he kind of wanted to peruse.
Dante did not hate the color but the Professor had a good laugh. He just thought it did not go well with the room or any room for that matter. He already thought of the exceptions before. "I don't hate it, i just have a strong dislike of orange in any furniture. Maybe blue would be better" It was just a suggestion. He did not have to take it. But blue would look better.
AND Dante was soo happy in his head right now. He had a big smile on his face. He looked like a kid in the candy store. He tried to hide it but no use. He had gotten the answer he was looking for since he began the talk. "That is appreciated and i will definitely have to take you up on that offer." Though he would of course have to tell Hirsch what he wanted to research and well knew that lying would get no where. He would need time to work on an answer. Because he really did want to know a bit extra in the name of defense. Yep in the name of defense and knowledge.
Wasn't it interesting that Dante used the words 'something they fear' and 'something that holds them back' in the same sentence? Something about this boy's wordings intrigued the man, especially this one. "And if someone finds out yours, they could use it against you. So, naturally, defence helps with that." Was that why the boy wanted more knowledge on the subject? Hmm?
He didn't hate the colour? That was surprising. "Blue's more calming, apparently. I'll have a think about that." Meaning that it was probably going to happen. Thank you for being an interior designer, Dante.
Well, will you look at that look on Dante's face? It was contagious, actually. "I look forward to it." He really did. It might give him a bit of freedom on what he could teach if it was only to a student who wanted to learn more. But, Merlin knows, if word reached out to Moxley, he was going to have to think about a way to wrangle him and Dante out of trouble. "What is it that you wanted to learn more about?"
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David hadn't intended for the last bit to come out, but there it was. Out and on the desk. The shiny, shiny orange desk. Dash it all, Hirsch! He'd been distracted by your colorful room. 
