The Office of Pierson Fuller-Thompson Professor Fuller-Thompson has housed a few different offices in his time as a teacher and a professor, but the new office at the Beauxbaton Academy was quite different than any other. And it was significantly smaller. Since space in the Academy was limited, the Charms Professor's office was tucked into the corner of the corridor where the classroom was located. The corner of the corridor had been extended and disguised hide Piers' office. |
Teddy hadn't known how he was going to find this guy. They hadn't even had their first class yet and the Hogwarts students and professors were scattered all throughout Beauxbatons. He had a map, but it was largely unhelpful. The only saving grace to his situation was that his common room - err, the Ombrelune common room - was on the first floor, and he'd seen "Charms Professor" on a door as he passed the night before. It seemed out of place, so the first year hoped this was, in fact, the office of Pierson Fuller-Thompson. Approaching the door cautiously, Teddy cautiously paused to listen for voices inside - if he had a visitor, he'd come back later - but when he heard none, he lifted a hand and nervously knocked his knuckles against the door a few times. Breathe, James. Breathe. |
If the boy was indeed listening through the door, he wouldn't hear anything. Not unless he could hear the brain cells in the Charms Professor's brain turning about while he worked on lesson plans. He had made it far enough to establish some lessons, but needed some more fine tuning. Thankfully, his brain exploding was prevented by a knock on the door that took his focus away from the plans. "Come in," he called out from behind his desk, welcoming the distraction. |
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But, bravely, he entered the... very small room. Could it even have really been considered a room? Could they really not have done something more for a man of his prestige? Were all the professors subjected to these kinds of "living" quarters? He didn't have to move into the room very far to arrive very near to the man's desk. Maybe too close for comfort. But Teddy's first impression of him? He had a laid-back aura about him. He kind of reminded him of an older version of Uncle Mo: relatively well-kept and not particularly intimidating, but he had a warmth about him. It was a nice change of pace compared to the high-strung atmosphere of this whole school, and Teddy may have visibly softened at the sight of him if his mission today was not so unnerving. "Hi," he began uncertainly. "I'm-- a first year-- Ravenclaw-- sorry, I know you're-- not my head of house but-- um, I was told that if I got overwhelmed or missed home that I should... come see..." He paused, clearing his throat uncomfortably. Teddy KNEW what the name said on his small piece of parchment as he had studied it countless times, but to punctuate the fact that these were REAL instructions given to him, he pulled out the note from his pocket to innocently read and extend to him, "...Professor Piersie? Is... this you?" Big, hopeful eyes. |
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He was rather close, did he know? Piers cleared his throat and scooted his chair to the side a little while he listened to the Ravenclaw blunder through an introduction. He followed the boy's movements with his eyes and saw the parchment he pulled from his pocket. .... Professor Piersie. He stayed quiet for a long moment, silently going through a list of past students and faculty members who had used that nickname before... who would send a first year to his office as an obvious prank. Piers stared at the note for a long moment before clearing his throat again. "Why don't you tell me who gave you this lovely note, eh?" Because, homesick or not, he was being put up to this and he wanted to know by WHOM. |
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He wanted to know who gave him the note? “Oh— err—,” Teddy faltered, hastily considering every possible outcome of every possible answer he could give. Only a few seconds passed before he settled upon, “Sir— sorry, I mean no disrespect— would the person... be in trouble?” The Ravenclaw got the impression that it wasn’t a lovely note and, even as he began to realize she had set him up for some reason or another, he - irrationally, as he reasoned that no punishment could be inflicted upon a graduated student - still wanted to protect her. That’s what family did, didn’t it? |
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Piers considered threatening the boy with detention if he didn't tell him who put him up to this, but he had a feeling the soft, fragile boy would crumble under the pressure. "No, no, of course not," he responded instead, in a kind, patient voice. "I'm merely curious." That's aaaaaall. Just curious |
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"Okay. Cool." He struggled to maintain eye contact, feeling slightly foolish for worrying, and let his eyes wander across the various items on his desk as he informed him, "Soph-- Sophie? Brown. She's my dad's cousin, she used to babysit for me, since I was a baby, me and Fi both. Oh-- I'm Teddy. Teddy James? Theodore. I have a twin sister, Phoebe, you know? She's in Gryffindor. Our dad-- "Maximus"... James, obviously..." Former Quidditch player? Did he know? "...and my mum is "Genevieve," she's an Auror, her maiden name-- is Branxton? Like my gran, Cassandra Branxton? Former Headmistress? Of Hogwarts, not of-- of Beauxbatons--" Cheeks having flushed with color, Teddy sat on his hands now as if that would, somehow, make himself stop monologuing. At least for the present moment, it worked, and Teddy made eye contact again long enough to offer a very sheepish smile. "Sorry. Soph told me a lot about you-- I feel like-- I needed to catch you up on me, sort of." Yes. Okay. Good. |
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Of course. Of COURSE she would have enslaved some distant relative to do her dirty work of teasing Piers for the rest of his life. Piers' expression softened and then a soft bout of laughter started coming from the professor while Teddy was still talking. Oops. With a final laugh and a sigh, Piers leaned back in his chair and rubbed his chin. "Yeah, yeah, I know." He knew aaaaaaall of those people he just listed off. "Quite a family you have there." He could take that ANY way he wanted. "Did she?" he responded, letting out one more short laugh. "What did she have to say?" He was QUITE curious. |
Carsyn Rose was never the type of student to go to the Professor's office. In her three and a half years as a student, this was actually the first time and literally the only reason she was here was because the Professor had asked her to if she wanted to learn that fire charm. Which she did, because it seemed like it could be quite useful. But why could they not have done it in the classroom?? Sure they had to contend with Beauxbatons students for timing of lessons, but that didn't mean there wasn't a spare time when the classroom wasn't in use? Why the office?? It seemed so ... claustrophobic. So ... Deep breath. He'd teach you the incantation and wand movement and you didn't have to master it just now, but could practice it anywhere, right?? Knock, knock. |
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That's why he was never surprised anymore when he received a knock on the door. "Come in," he called out, sorting some homework assignments on his desk. |
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"Are professors offices alway this small?" Aka, hi, first time visitor to an office, ever. Or did he draw the short straw for offices too? Cause yes, she'd heard about where the Slytherins were dorming this year; who hadn't? |
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He almost laughed at her question. "Errr... no. Space just got a little smaller when we had bunk with the French." And yes, in fact, he DID draw the short straw. The SHORTEST straw. "You want to learn about that fire spell, right? Did you do any research about it, by chance?" He hadn't asked her to, but he was just curious. |
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