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The Seating Area Outside Professor Stewart's Office
It is quite possible when you arrive to visit Professor Stewart, she may already have a visitor. As such, you will need to wait until she is free once more. So why not take a seat? There are a variety of chairs to choose from! There are bean bags in the corner along with a few squashy armchairs. In the center is a table laden with an assortment of books inclusive of comics, children books and magazines on the latest happenings in the Muggle world.
The floor is covered in a beautiful carpet and placed around the room are a few plants. There is also another table and on it rests various muggle items: children’s toys and playing cards and an assortment of other things. Why not tinker around?
Emmalyn took a deep breath as she walked across the seating area. She was so determined to knock on the door, before she lost her nerve, that she didn't notice the comforts of home around her. Making her hand into a tight fist, she reached up and knocked three times.
"Okay, I've done it. No running back to the common room now." She muttered as she turned on her heel then froze at the sights around her. There were bean bags, comfy armchairs, and a stack of her favorite magazines just like she had at home. Home. How she missed home. She quickly rushed towards the magazines and grabbed the one on top. She let her body flop into the largest bean bag and allowed the images flood her homesick mind.
Going to the entertainment room may have been a mistake, but this room was not. She could see herself camping out in this area often. Books and magazines were far less intruding on her fragile emotions. They offered a comfort that she wasn't finding in most of the electronics of the entertainment room.
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
SPOILER!!: Emmalyn the Cute! <3
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Originally Posted by Birchwoodmom
Emmalyn took a deep breath as she walked across the seating area. She was so determined to knock on the door, before she lost her nerve, that she didn't notice the comforts of home around her. Making her hand into a tight fist, she reached up and knocked three times.
"Okay, I've done it. No running back to the common room now." She muttered as she turned on her heel then froze at the sights around her. There were bean bags, comfy armchairs, and a stack of her favorite magazines just like she had at home. Home. How she missed home. She quickly rushed towards the magazines and grabbed the one on top. She let her body flop into the largest bean bag and allowed the images flood her homesick mind.
Going to the entertainment room may have been a mistake, but this room was not. She could see herself camping out in this area often. Books and magazines were far less intruding on her fragile emotions. They offered a comfort that she wasn't finding in most of the electronics of the entertainment room.
It was the perfect day to clean her office and Kay was doing just this. But she wasn't magic; she had decided to go the manual way. Her desk was cluttered with books from the bookshelves, picture frames from the walls among other objects. She was busily dusting the bookshelf when there came three knocks on her door.
Ah. Some poor student would have to put up with her messy office.
Kay hurried to the door, wrenched it open and peered into the waiting room. "Hallo, Ms Walsh,'' she said, blue eyes twinkling. "Come on in. Please excuse my office. I'm doing some cleaning.'' She held the door open.
The sound of the door opening pulled her eyes away from the magazine in hand. She had just started to read an article on the latest fashion trends, not something she ever really concerned herself with, but it reminded her of her friend from home. Professor Stewart opened the door and welcomed her in.
It took her just a moment to unburden herself of the enveloping bean bag before she was on her feet, had put away the magazines, and headed towards the door.
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Zoryn Amari Spinnet did not want to be here.
Unfortunately, if she didn't figure something out she would land herself a detention and honestly, she didn't have time for that. Like, no offense, but detention would get in the way of Quidditch and her Wizard of Oz rehearsals. So as much as Zoryn hated her Muggle Studies Professor, she had to come here to set things straight.
Operation 'save my butt' now under way.
Knock, Knock, Knock.
She waited right behind the door, hoping Professor Stewart would make this as quick and painless as possible.
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Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You?
~ Mrs. Steve Harrington ~ It be like that sometimes.
SPOILER!!: Zoryn! <3
Quote:
Originally Posted by ArianaBlack
Zoryn Amari Spinnet did not want to be here.
Unfortunately, if she didn't figure something out she would land herself a detention and honestly, she didn't have time for that. Like, no offense, but detention would get in the way of Quidditch and her Wizard of Oz rehearsals. So as much as Zoryn hated her Muggle Studies Professor, she had to come here to set things straight.
Operation 'save my butt' now under way.
Knock, Knock, Knock.
She waited right behind the door, hoping Professor Stewart would make this as quick and painless as possible.
Lesson planning is what Kay had been up to when there came a knock on her door. Immediately she rose from behind her desk to greet the visitor. "Oh, Ms Spinett!'' She could not keep the surprise out of her voice as she knew how Zoryn felt about the subject and maybe even her. The latter was just a hunch.
But she smiled that signature smile. "Hello. Come on in.'' Kay stepped back and held the door open. "Is there something in particular you need help with?'' The Gryffindor would most likely not come visiting her unless she absolutely has to.