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If one were to walk a few paces to the right of the class bulletin board, they'd find an actual office, where Professor Schmoe resides (sort of)! It's far more comfortable and spacious than the repurposed broom closet he had at Beauxbatons, don't you think? Ah, the sweet joy of being the only school in your school.

Once you've been welcomed in, you'll notice that you can actually stretch your arms out to their full stretch capacity. So go on, give yourself a nice stretch! Professor Schmoe encourages it. Good for the joints.

Your professor has a simple, wooden desk (from, you guessed it, IKEA!) at one end of the room. On top of the desk, there is always a pile of books, papers, a framed photo of Alina, and random muggle gadgets 'n gizmos. Puzzles! Rubik cubes! Fidget spinners! Forks (in case he is having office dinner)! He sure loves his things. Behind his desk, there is a HUGE bookshelf. With BOOKS. Lots and lots of BOOKS! In front of his desk, are two beanbag chairs for you to sit in. Careful, they slump down more than you'd think. And finally, on the wall near all of the strange (vintage!) (muggle!) band posters (re: backstreet boys, one direction, NSYNC, BTS), there is a moving cat-clock, whose ticking echoes quite loudly.

If you'd fancy a chat, just knock on the door!

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Alexandre had done a lot of thinking over the summer. What with this being his OWL year and all it was hard not to think about ~the future.~ His sister had done a fair bit of helping. She was so good at helping, just like she was so good at everything, and he loved and appreciated her very much. But he still wasn't sure what he wanted to do. And now that he was back at school... he didn't really know how to go about figuring it out. And he figured he should maybe talk to an adult to help him. Since Schmoe was his head of house he seemed like a good person to start with.

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Alexandre had done a lot of thinking over the summer. What with this being his OWL year and all it was hard not to think about ~the future.~ His sister had done a fair bit of helping. She was so good at helping, just like she was so good at everything, and he loved and appreciated her very much. But he still wasn't sure what he wanted to do. And now that he was back at school... he didn't really know how to go about figuring it out. And he figured he should maybe talk to an adult to help him. Since Schmoe was his head of house he seemed like a good person to start with.

So Alexandre made his way to Schmoe's office and knocked on the door.
Finneas was just on his way back from the loo, wiping his wet hands on his robes to save time (and trees). He wasn't expecting visitors, but that didn't stop him from greeting Alexandre with one of his signature, nervous smiles. "Hullo," he bobbed his head. "To what do I owe the pleasure, Mr. Pascal?" he moved for the door, taking his wand out and doing a little magic before opening it.

Was this a quick question? Or, er, did he want to come inside?
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Schmoe wasn't even in his office? So basically Alexandre had knocked for nothing. But it was alright, because there was no way he could have known knocking was useless. He was also wondering why Schmoe was wiping his hands on his robes. Had he been eating something and gotten his hands messy? Anyway, that was not the point of this visit. "Um. I was hoping that you might be able to help me." He was going to leave it at that but then realized it wasn't very specific. "With... future stuff." That wasn't really much more helpful, but there it was.
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Bernie's brain was BUZZING WITH IDEAS for Professor Schmoe for this school year. She was a third year now, which meant she was now older than 2/7ths of the rest of the school, and probably older than even some of the other third years, so she was SUPER WISE and wily and educated and ready to expand her duties as the official Teaching Assistant (TA) of Muggle Studies. (She also had to be sure that Schmoe KNEW he was her TA, he was awfully forgetful sometimes, and that rich Puff that blew up the jukebox last year might, like, check to see if she WAS REALLY the TA, so, it would be best to remind Schmoe before the school year got much further.)

AnYwAY (as Schmoe himself would say), clutching her Muggle Notebook of Ideas in hand, the third year lion positively bounced up to the professor's door and KNOCKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKED. And then she sighed, dramatically, because all this waiting was really cramping her style.

Schmoe should throw a few beanbags out here, y'know? For waiting. And fainting. Bernie had read a book recently where a LOT of people fainted. The air must have been much stuffier in Victorian times. There was so much fainting going on! And then they had to sniff salt to wake up again. How weird! Who carried around salt with them? Maybe Schmoe did, he seemed like a fainter. Bernie jotted that down as another question to ask.
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Schmoe wasn't even in his office? So basically Alexandre had knocked for nothing. But it was alright, because there was no way he could have known knocking was useless. He was also wondering why Schmoe was wiping his hands on his robes. Had he been eating something and gotten his hands messy? Anyway, that was not the point of this visit. "Um. I was hoping that you might be able to help me." He was going to leave it at that but then realized it wasn't very specific. "With... future stuff." That wasn't really much more helpful, but there it was.


Finneas blinked three times. Help..............? Er, well, yes... possibly. He simply stared waiting for further clarification because there wasn't much he could do until then. Unless, maybe there was more Finneas could do, but he was an awkward man so instead of doing much at all he simply waited. "Oh, yes, of course," future stuff. Finneas knew a thing or two about future stuff. It was his duty as Head of House. Or something like that.

So he pushed open the door and motioned for Alexandrew to head in. "Take a seat, Alexandre." He waited for the young Ravenclaw to step inside before doing so himself. "Is there... any particular aspect of, er, ~future stuff~ that you'd like help with?" Because errr... He was a fifth year (if Schmoe remembered correctly), which meant future stuff could be in regards to OWLS, NEWTS, the BEYOND??? Anything really. Possibilities were endless.


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Bernie's brain was BUZZING WITH IDEAS for Professor Schmoe for this school year. She was a third year now, which meant she was now older than 2/7ths of the rest of the school, and probably older than even some of the other third years, so she was SUPER WISE and wily and educated and ready to expand her duties as the official Teaching Assistant (TA) of Muggle Studies. (She also had to be sure that Schmoe KNEW he was her TA, he was awfully forgetful sometimes, and that rich Puff that blew up the jukebox last year might, like, check to see if she WAS REALLY the TA, so, it would be best to remind Schmoe before the school year got much further.)

AnYwAY (as Schmoe himself would say), clutching her Muggle Notebook of Ideas in hand, the third year lion positively bounced up to the professor's door and KNOCKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKED. And then she sighed, dramatically, because all this waiting was really cramping her style.

Schmoe should throw a few beanbags out here, y'know? For waiting. And fainting. Bernie had read a book recently where a LOT of people fainted. The air must have been much stuffier in Victorian times. There was so much fainting going on! And then they had to sniff salt to wake up again. How weird! Who carried around salt with them? Maybe Schmoe did, he seemed like a fainter. Bernie jotted that down as another question to ask.

Finneas was just deciding on a new place for his cat-clock. He liked to switch things up every now and then. Called it ~decor~. So when he heard the loud (and rather impatient) KNOCKNOCKKNOCKKNOCKED on the door, it gave him a scare and caused him to jump! Nearly dropping the clock, too.

BUT with his quick reflexes, he managed to dive for it before it was too late. THAT is what you call a close one, friend. p h e w. Almost had a real cat-astrophe on his hands. Buh dum tsssssssss. AnYwAy, aNyWaY, ANYWAY. There was only one person capable of such a knock and Finneas knew Bernadette would be on the other side of the door before he even turned the knob to let her in. As it was, he did lift himself up and off the floor to make his way over, cradling cat-clock in arms and opened the door.

Ah yes. "Ms. Grantham, come in," he greeted her with an awkward smile and stepped to the side, opening the door a little more to let her in. He knew better than to assume her visit would be short enough to chat by the doorway. She was a sit-down-in-the-bean-bags sort.
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BUT with his quick reflexes, he managed to dive for it before it was too late. THAT is what you call a close one, friend. p h e w. Almost had a real cat-astrophe on his hands. Buh dum tsssssssss. AnYwAy, aNyWaY, ANYWAY. There was only one person capable of such a knock and Finneas knew Bernadette would be on the other side of the door before he even turned the knob to let her in. As it was, he did lift himself up and off the floor to make his way over, cradling cat-clock in arms and opened the door.

Ah yes. "Ms. Grantham, come in," he greeted her with an awkward smile and stepped to the side, opening the door a little more to let her in. He knew better than to assume her visit would be short enough to chat by the doorway. She was a sit-down-in-the-bean-bags sort.
Bernadette positively BEAMED at Schmoe, stepping inside the office and taking her usual tour of the place; by this, I mean that she looked around judgmentally at everything, wrinkled her nose in particular at the ANCIENT boy band posters on the wall, and then proceeded to touch this and that on the professor's desk. She DID notice one fancy picture thingy she'd never commented on before, and pointed it out to Schmoe by spinning it around so the woman in the photo was looking at him, standing there with his arms full of clock cat.

"Your sister is like, really really really ridiculously good-looking, sir," Bernie declared, making a face at the photo before she flopped down in the nearest bean-bag. She also looked UP at the ceiling just in case Schmoe had redecorated there, and then remembered, "How's Baby!Finneas? Is he in one of your desk drawers? Do you keep him by your bed at night? He needs lots of lullabies, I remember." She had to CHECK on her baby from last year. Also, "Where do professors sleep?"

Did Schmoe have a Murphy bed behind one of these bookshelves? Is THAT where Baby Finneas was? She wouldn't put it past him to store the baby there, as she'd heard he was afraid of toddlers, and also, that would be like WICKED COOL if he did have a bed back there. Imagine being able to take a nap during your office hours??! Genius.

Back to her purpose for being here, which was, you know, multi-faceted and complex and not just a social call. "So, sir, I've been wondering when my stipend as your Teaching Assistant was going to kick in? I've been doing some calculations, and it appears that you're two-hundred seventy-four galleons, thirteen sickles, and two knuts behind on paying me." She leaned up from the bean bag a little so she could prop her notebook (of calculations AND ideas) on his desk, just in front of the picture of Schmoe's sister. Why did he want to look at his sister all day anyway? Bernie didn't even OWN photographs of her siblings. But she'd wait to ask that; didn't want to overwhelm the nervous professor.
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Finneas blinked three times. Help..............? Er, well, yes... possibly. He simply stared waiting for further clarification because there wasn't much he could do until then. Unless, maybe there was more Finneas could do, but he was an awkward man so instead of doing much at all he simply waited. "Oh, yes, of course," future stuff. Finneas knew a thing or two about future stuff. It was his duty as Head of House. Or something like that.

So he pushed open the door and motioned for Alexandrew to head in. "Take a seat, Alexandre." He waited for the young Ravenclaw to step inside before doing so himself. "Is there... any particular aspect of, er, ~future stuff~ that you'd like help with?" Because errr... He was a fifth year (if Schmoe remembered correctly), which meant future stuff could be in regards to OWLS, NEWTS, the BEYOND??? Anything really. Possibilities were endless.
Alexandre stepped into the office when he was invited and glanced around. He should take a seat on one of the bean bag chairs, then? Normally he would be all for that. But he was hoping for an actual serious conversation about his future and they didn't seem all that serious. But he sat himself down, sinking a bit into the bean bag as he did so.

Okay, yes, here he goes. "Well, it's just that I have no idea what I want to do after Hogwarts. No idea, like at all. And I have OWLs this year and I thought I should at least have some idea, so I kind of know what I need to work toward, for my scores and all that."
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Bernadette positively BEAMED at Schmoe, stepping inside the office and taking her usual tour of the place; by this, I mean that she looked around judgmentally at everything, wrinkled her nose in particular at the ANCIENT boy band posters on the wall, and then proceeded to touch this and that on the professor's desk. She DID notice one fancy picture thingy she'd never commented on before, and pointed it out to Schmoe by spinning it around so the woman in the photo was looking at him, standing there with his arms full of clock cat.

"Your sister is like, really really really ridiculously good-looking, sir," Bernie declared, making a face at the photo before she flopped down in the nearest bean-bag. She also looked UP at the ceiling just in case Schmoe had redecorated there, and then remembered, "How's Baby!Finneas? Is he in one of your desk drawers? Do you keep him by your bed at night? He needs lots of lullabies, I remember." She had to CHECK on her baby from last year. Also, "Where do professors sleep?"

Did Schmoe have a Murphy bed behind one of these bookshelves? Is THAT where Baby Finneas was? She wouldn't put it past him to store the baby there, as she'd heard he was afraid of toddlers, and also, that would be like WICKED COOL if he did have a bed back there. Imagine being able to take a nap during your office hours??! Genius.

Back to her purpose for being here, which was, you know, multi-faceted and complex and not just a social call. "So, sir, I've been wondering when my stipend as your Teaching Assistant was going to kick in? I've been doing some calculations, and it appears that you're two-hundred seventy-four galleons, thirteen sickles, and two knuts behind on paying me." She leaned up from the bean bag a little so she could prop her notebook (of calculations AND ideas) on his desk, just in front of the picture of Schmoe's sister. Why did he want to look at his sister all day anyway? Bernie didn't even OWN photographs of her siblings. But she'd wait to ask that; didn't want to overwhelm the nervous professor.

Finneas was nervous the first time Bernadette swung by and did that thing where she looked over every single corner. Heck, he was nervous the fourth time too. Buuuuuut by now, he wasn’t all that nervous anymore (well, not anymore than he usually was) because this was just one of those things that Ms. Grantham did and he knew to expect it by now. People loved patterns. Schmoe busied himself with a strange balancing the cat-clock game as he moved to close the door behind his guest. He was hopeful that she would be done with all her looking by the time he managed to get it shut and turned around, but instead he found her TOUCHING his THINGS ’N STUFF.

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He wanted to tell her not to, but instead he ended up doing some strange hand twitch accompanied by a big ol’ cringe face. Ah, Bernadette. This was very embarrassing for Finneas because whenever someone saw a photo of his girl—B L I N K . BLINKBLINK. BLINK in size THREE…. His…. Sister???? ”Oh, heh, heh,” Finneas laughed uncomfortably, tugging at the collar of his shirt. He wasn’t sure whether he ought to debunk the incorrect belief. Somehow though…. It was almost a blessing. Best for them all if she did believe Alina to be his sister. Yes. That would save them from an uncomfortable conversation that Finneas did not want to entertain. At. All. ”Yes. She is,” is what he eventually decided on as he made his way to his chair and set the cat clock down on top of the massive pile of things ’n stuff all over his desk.

As for baby!Finneas? He was in long term storage. Somehow, this felt like the wrong thing to tell a thirteen year old. ”He’s…… well.” It wasn’t a lie. A plastic baby couldn’t be unwell. The rapid fire questions were very rapid, maybe next visit he would lightly suggest that she kept her questions to a maximum of two at a time. All of this because he was going to answer ALL of her questions, but then the final question had nothing to do with the other questions and it was very hard to keep up. ”Er. In a bed, the same as you… I’d hope,” she did sleep in a bed right? Finneas was starting to wonder if Bernadette slept at all. So much energy. Did it ever turn off?

He continued to wonder this very thing just as she began going on about a … STIPEND? Blink. Blink. Blink. Uh. He leaned in and squinted just a bit to read her calculations (AND ideas). Yes. Well. ”Err…. I was under the impression that this was on a volunteer basis.”


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Alexandre stepped into the office when he was invited and glanced around. He should take a seat on one of the bean bag chairs, then? Normally he would be all for that. But he was hoping for an actual serious conversation about his future and they didn't seem all that serious. But he sat himself down, sinking a bit into the bean bag as he did so.

Okay, yes, here he goes. "Well, it's just that I have no idea what I want to do after Hogwarts. No idea, like at all. And I have OWLs this year and I thought I should at least have some idea, so I kind of know what I need to work toward, for my scores and all that."

Finneas often thought about replacing the bean bags with actual chairs, but he wanted to be FUN and bean bags were FUN. And they made people less nervous, didn't they? He knew from experience that meeting with your Professor was a very nerve wracking endeavor and he wanted to alleviate all of those nerves. So the bean bags stayed and Finneas made his way to sit down behind his desk. "Ah," Finneas understood now.

And as Head of House, this was the sort of thing he was supposed to navigate. So of course he had read many books about it. Trying to get as prepared as possible for these (quote unquote) """talks""". "Yes, having some idea is a good place to start." He agreed and nodded just a bit. "Are there any subjects you are particularly interested in when it comes to your studies? Anything you enjoy a liiiittle more than the rest?" This was a good place to start. Maybe. "And err.... Let me also ask you this, Mr. Pascal. What is something you enjoy so much that you would do it for free?"
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Finneas was nervous the first time Bernadette swung by and did that thing where she looked over every single corner. Heck, he was nervous the fourth time too. Buuuuuut by now, he wasn’t all that nervous anymore (well, not anymore than he usually was) because this was just one of those things that Ms. Grantham did and he knew to expect it by now. People loved patterns. Schmoe busied himself with a strange balancing the cat-clock game as he moved to close the door behind his guest. He was hopeful that she would be done with all her looking by the time he managed to get it shut and turned around, but instead he found her TOUCHING his THINGS ’N STUFF.

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He wanted to tell her not to, but instead he ended up doing some strange hand twitch accompanied by a big ol’ cringe face. Ah, Bernadette. This was very embarrassing for Finneas because whenever someone saw a photo of his girl—B L I N K . BLINKBLINK. BLINK in size THREE…. His…. Sister???? ”Oh, heh, heh,” Finneas laughed uncomfortably, tugging at the collar of his shirt. He wasn’t sure whether he ought to debunk the incorrect belief. Somehow though…. It was almost a blessing. Best for them all if she did believe Alina to be his sister. Yes. That would save them from an uncomfortable conversation that Finneas did not want to entertain. At. All. ”Yes. She is,” is what he eventually decided on as he made his way to his chair and set the cat clock down on top of the massive pile of things ’n stuff all over his desk.

As for baby!Finneas? He was in long term storage. Somehow, this felt like the wrong thing to tell a thirteen year old. ”He’s…… well.” It wasn’t a lie. A plastic baby couldn’t be unwell. The rapid fire questions were very rapid, maybe next visit he would lightly suggest that she kept her questions to a maximum of two at a time. All of this because he was going to answer ALL of her questions, but then the final question had nothing to do with the other questions and it was very hard to keep up. ”Er. In a bed, the same as you… I’d hope,” she did sleep in a bed right? Finneas was starting to wonder if Bernadette slept at all. So much energy. Did it ever turn off?

He continued to wonder this very thing just as she began going on about a … STIPEND? Blink. Blink. Blink. Uh. He leaned in and squinted just a bit to read her calculations (AND ideas). Yes. Well. ”Err…. I was under the impression that this was on a volunteer basis.”


Awkward Schmoe was laughing awkwardly, nothing new to see here. He could just TAKE the compliment though, and like write home to his sis and tell her the students at Hogwarts found her beautiful. Bernie would help him phrase it right, if he needed the help.

"So why do you keep a picture of your sister on your desk?" Bernie continued the question~session, tilting her head down from staring at the ceiling to staring at him. "Even though we work together, and all, Professor, I realised I never even asked if you have a brother? Or another sister?" She N E E D E D to K N O W these things in case she had to explain more of Schmoe's Schmoetimes to her classmates, which she already did out of the kindness of her heart. "I also forgot to ask," on one of her many other visits here, "Do you have any pets? Do you live at the castle, even when it's summatime?"

That brought her around to his answer about sleeping in a bed. HA. Bernie let out a half-amused snort. She didn't even mention Baby!Finneas again, she was so interested in this new line of questioning. "No, I meant, like, do professors sleep HERE?" She pointed to where she was sitting, and then thought that was weird, and hurriedly pointed to the beanbag next to her instead. "Do you sleep in your offices? Or do you guys have secret living quarters? Like how the Headmaster has a hidey office behind a gargoyle, and Professor Fuller actually lives out on the grounds instead of indoors like a normal person? I'm guessing he likes camping????" Why DID he live outside? He taught Charms, couldn't he charm himself something better than a hut?

That wasn't Schmoe's business though. He was in charge of paying her. AND he hadn't even noticed any errors in her addition, so she was quite proud. "Oh, is that so?" Bernie tilted her head at him some more, looking this way, then that way, then squinting at him as though she didn't believe him. "I'm sure we have a verbal agreement that I should be compensated for helping you. At first I thought, why not just take house points? But I'm getting older, y'see sir, and house points are just kinda imaginary. The RUBIES that go in the hourglass, now those are worth something, and I need some pocket change for weekends at Hogsmeade and my books and stuff." Stuff, like, makeup products and grow-your-own-mustache kits. If Bernie were compensated for all this time she spent questioning Schmoe, she might even be able to buy TWO mustache kits, and then she could give HIM one!!!

She widened her eyes some, trying her best to look like one of the glassy-eyed babies from last year: innocent, vulnerable, and really in need of Schmoe's help. Pweez. "Please, sir, I want some more...." she really had been reading her Victorian novels, hadn't she? "....validation. I need to feel valued for my work here at Hogwarts. Volunteerism is unfortunately not rewarded per society's values, whether that society is Muggle or magical in nature." See how prepared she'd come?????????!

If he said no again, Bernie had a REALLY good kicked-cruppy look. (It had probably even worked on the Headmaster before.) And tears! Oh! Bernie couldn't forget the tears. She sniffed a few times, just like John Oliver Twist, or whatever the orphan's name was in her book, to start workin' up those crocodile tears.
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And as Head of House, this was the sort of thing he was supposed to navigate. So of course he had read many books about it. Trying to get as prepared as possible for these (quote unquote) """talks""". "Yes, having some idea is a good place to start." He agreed and nodded just a bit. "Are there any subjects you are particularly interested in when it comes to your studies? Anything you enjoy a liiiittle more than the rest?" This was a good place to start. Maybe. "And err.... Let me also ask you this, Mr. Pascal. What is something you enjoy so much that you would do it for free?"
Alexandre wiggled a little bit in the bean bag chair. Okay, it was a little fun.

Alexandre thought about Schmoe's question for a bit. "Um, no, not really." There weren't any of his classes that he particularly liked in a way that made him think he would want to keep working with it. It was just class, you know? There were a few he liked less than the others, but none he particularly liked more. As for the second question..something he liked to do for free? He wasn't sure how that would help really but he could answer. "Um, I like playing games. Like make believe." Was he too old for that? Well, he was sure Schmoe wouldn't make fun of him for it. He wasn't exactly... proper. "I like being outside and doing...whatever, really. Swimming, climbing, looking at bugs and stuff." The bug thing he didn't really do anymore but when he was younger he liked to scoop them up and keep them in cups of dirt. He remembered a time a few years ago when he had caught a cricket and kept it under his bed in his dorm. "I like spending time with my sisters. My little sister is a first year this year and I like helping her with her homework more than I like doing my own."
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Awkward Schmoe was laughing awkwardly, nothing new to see here. He could just TAKE the compliment though, and like write home to his sis and tell her the students at Hogwarts found her beautiful. Bernie would help him phrase it right, if he needed the help.

"So why do you keep a picture of your sister on your desk?" Bernie continued the question~session, tilting her head down from staring at the ceiling to staring at him. "Even though we work together, and all, Professor, I realised I never even asked if you have a brother? Or another sister?" She N E E D E D to K N O W these things in case she had to explain more of Schmoe's Schmoetimes to her classmates, which she already did out of the kindness of her heart. "I also forgot to ask," on one of her many other visits here, "Do you have any pets? Do you live at the castle, even when it's summatime?"

That brought her around to his answer about sleeping in a bed. HA. Bernie let out a half-amused snort. She didn't even mention Baby!Finneas again, she was so interested in this new line of questioning. "No, I meant, like, do professors sleep HERE?" She pointed to where she was sitting, and then thought that was weird, and hurriedly pointed to the beanbag next to her instead. "Do you sleep in your offices? Or do you guys have secret living quarters? Like how the Headmaster has a hidey office behind a gargoyle, and Professor Fuller actually lives out on the grounds instead of indoors like a normal person? I'm guessing he likes camping????" Why DID he live outside? He taught Charms, couldn't he charm himself something better than a hut?

That wasn't Schmoe's business though. He was in charge of paying her. AND he hadn't even noticed any errors in her addition, so she was quite proud. "Oh, is that so?" Bernie tilted her head at him some more, looking this way, then that way, then squinting at him as though she didn't believe him. "I'm sure we have a verbal agreement that I should be compensated for helping you. At first I thought, why not just take house points? But I'm getting older, y'see sir, and house points are just kinda imaginary. The RUBIES that go in the hourglass, now those are worth something, and I need some pocket change for weekends at Hogsmeade and my books and stuff." Stuff, like, makeup products and grow-your-own-mustache kits. If Bernie were compensated for all this time she spent questioning Schmoe, she might even be able to buy TWO mustache kits, and then she could give HIM one!!!

She widened her eyes some, trying her best to look like one of the glassy-eyed babies from last year: innocent, vulnerable, and really in need of Schmoe's help. Pweez. "Please, sir, I want some more...." she really had been reading her Victorian novels, hadn't she? "....validation. I need to feel valued for my work here at Hogwarts. Volunteerism is unfortunately not rewarded per society's values, whether that society is Muggle or magical in nature." See how prepared she'd come?????????!

If he said no again, Bernie had a REALLY good kicked-cruppy look. (It had probably even worked on the Headmaster before.) And tears! Oh! Bernie couldn't forget the tears. She sniffed a few times, just like John Oliver Twist, or whatever the orphan's name was in her book, to start workin' up those crocodile tears.

Er…………….. Was now the time to tell the truth? Because his palms were getting sweatier than usual and his stomach was aching in that way that typically only happened after he ate cheese. He coughed twice, blinked thrice, and then cleared his throat and swelled some phlegm. Ahem. ”That’s Alina, she is my partner,” he felt VERY uncomfortable now and was ultimately grateful for the influx of questions that he could fall back on. ”I have two brothers, yes…. No pets though, er, I was thinking about adopting a cat?” He blinked a few times. Live at the castle during the summertime? ”Er…….. No.” To put it simply. These were all very personal questions? Why?

”Ah,” okay yes, Finneas understood the question now. Not that he wanted to talk about his sleeping arrangements. This was a strange thing to talk about with anyone, especially a student. Especially Bernadette. ”I don’t, er, think there would be enough room to fit a bed in here. Heh heh." He chuckled his Schmoe chuckle. ”I have my own room, and errrr… Professor Fuller-Thompson might like camping, yes. You should, uh, asking him about it. He’d love to chat with you, I’m sure.” Was he trying to get rid of her? Not exactly. But y’know, she could share some of the love maybe and not ask Schmoe ALL the questions. Might be nice to diversify.

All of this head tilting and squinting and scrutinizing made Finneas break a sweat. He did not like this. He did not like this one bit. He did stay quiet though, and let Bernadette explain. He was always impressed by her ability to bargain and her preparation was to be commended. But uh. He couldn’t pay her! He was on a teacher’s salary! And aLSO??? This wasn’t a real job! ”I see.”

He looked down, making a great show of THINKING. "You're right." Thinking is something he did best anyway and he really was thinking about how to respond, so it wasn’t like he had to act at all. This was all natural. Especially the nerves, that was the most natural part of this entire conversation. ”You do deserve to be compensated for your hard work, yes,” he nodded in agreement. ”And I can errr understand the desire to be validated…” He looked down and THOUGHT some more, before looking up at her. ”Unfortunately, I am unable to provide you with the salary you deserve. So errr… Though I do not want to, I must let you go.” Yes. Excellent. wo fwoopers one stone. Nailed it.


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Alexandre thought about Schmoe's question for a bit. "Um, no, not really." There weren't any of his classes that he particularly liked in a way that made him think he would want to keep working with it. It was just class, you know? There were a few he liked less than the others, but none he particularly liked more. As for the second question..something he liked to do for free? He wasn't sure how that would help really but he could answer. "Um, I like playing games. Like make believe." Was he too old for that? Well, he was sure Schmoe wouldn't make fun of him for it. He wasn't exactly... proper. "I like being outside and doing...whatever, really. Swimming, climbing, looking at bugs and stuff." The bug thing he didn't really do anymore but when he was younger he liked to scoop them up and keep them in cups of dirt. He remembered a time a few years ago when he had caught a cricket and kept it under his bed in his dorm. "I like spending time with my sisters. My little sister is a first year this year and I like helping her with her homework more than I like doing my own."

Finneas listened very intently as the young Ravenclaw explained. Not having a particular interest in any specific class would make this slightly more difficult and though Finneas was nervous, he was also keen to help. SO. Er. They’d figure it out together, hopefully. It was just about asking the right questions… Hopefully. ”Make believe,” he repeated before thinking for a long while. ”Well that is good news, Mr. Pascal! Make believe is all about creativity and the ability to bring ideas to life. All very important for many occupations.” Finneas was thinking out loud here. He was also thinking about this last thing that Alexandre said too. ”Have you considered tutoring your other classmates? Teaching could always be a possibility! I am slightly biased here, but if you would like to know more about the field…” Finneas wiggled his eyebrows a little. Just a bit.

AnYwAy. "In any case, Mr. Pascal. Rest assured, most people do not know exactly what they want to do after graduation. And the ones who do will likely find themselves changing course along the way." He hoped this could be a little reassuring. He paused for a moment, reaching into one of the drawers in his desk and shuffled some things around before pulling out a document he had just for moments like these! "Something you may find useful is to identify what values are most important to you. A smart young mind like yours can find success in any field, but errrr finding a fulfilling path takes self-reflection. If you can identify what values you hold in high regard, it will become much err easier to identify whether a certain field will be able to fulfill those needs." He slid the list across the table. "Take a look at this, see if any of these values jump out at you more than the rest. It errr... May be helpful to identify three or ... five that are most important to you."
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Er…………….. Was now the time to tell the truth? Because his palms were getting sweatier than usual and his stomach was aching in that way that typically only happened after he ate cheese. He coughed twice, blinked thrice, and then cleared his throat and swelled some phlegm. Ahem. ”That’s Alina, she is my partner,” he felt VERY uncomfortable now and was ultimately grateful for the influx of questions that he could fall back on. ”I have two brothers, yes…. No pets though, er, I was thinking about adopting a cat?” He blinked a few times. Live at the castle during the summertime? ”Er…….. No.” To put it simply. These were all very personal questions? Why?

”Ah,” okay yes, Finneas understood the question now. Not that he wanted to talk about his sleeping arrangements. This was a strange thing to talk about with anyone, especially a student. Especially Bernadette. ”I don’t, er, think there would be enough room to fit a bed in here. Heh heh." He chuckled his Schmoe chuckle. ”I have my own room, and errrr… Professor Fuller-Thompson might like camping, yes. You should, uh, asking him about it. He’d love to chat with you, I’m sure.” Was he trying to get rid of her? Not exactly. But y’know, she could share some of the love maybe and not ask Schmoe ALL the questions. Might be nice to diversify.

All of this head tilting and squinting and scrutinizing made Finneas break a sweat. He did not like this. He did not like this one bit. He did stay quiet though, and let Bernadette explain. He was always impressed by her ability to bargain and her preparation was to be commended. But uh. He couldn’t pay her! He was on a teacher’s salary! And aLSO??? This wasn’t a real job! ”I see.”

He looked down, making a great show of THINKING. "You're right." Thinking is something he did best anyway and he really was thinking about how to respond, so it wasn’t like he had to act at all. This was all natural. Especially the nerves, that was the most natural part of this entire conversation. ”You do deserve to be compensated for your hard work, yes,” he nodded in agreement. ”And I can errr understand the desire to be validated…” He looked down and THOUGHT some more, before looking up at her. ”Unfortunately, I am unable to provide you with the salary you deserve. So errr… Though I do not want to, I must let you go.” Yes. Excellent. wo fwoopers one stone. Nailed it.


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Bernie's eyes nearly popped out of her head.

"Your sister is your PARTNER?!" she SCREAMED!1!11!! practically yelled, but let's be honest, Bernadette's whispers probably sound like a shout to those humans with a normal range of hearing.

AND he had brothers?! AND maybe a cat?! "Oh you should definitely get a cat," Bernie wasted no time in moving on to this topic, mostly because she was still R E E L I N G from the fact that Schmoe even HAD a p--par--- she couldn't say it, she couldn't think it, she was sweating just considering the ramifications, and how was she going to explain this to the other kids; she was always busy sticking up for Schmoe, but this this this THIS might be TOO FAR. Bernie nearly tipped herself out of her beanbag just THINKin' about poor Schmoey and his utter lack of social understanding. YOU CAAAAAAAAN'T BE PARTNERS WITH YOUR SISTER! Gosh! HOW would she TEACH him this?! Only Merlin, Adam, Eve, and Steve would know!!!

She was honestly so perturbed that she didn't even comment on Pierson Fuller-Thompson and his lack of approval for herself. DID SCHMOE NOT KNOW ABOUT THE FOREST LAST YEAR! The Groundskeeper-Professor would NOT want to speak to her! COME ON, SCHMOE! Bernie's face clearly showed her anxiety over all of this discussion (the concern was all for him, none for her).

And then, AND THEN, as IF this MEETING could GET ANY WORSE!

He fired her.

Forget the fake tears, the kicked cruppy look, the nonpayment... Bernie was aCtUaLLy really crying now. "You're going to LET ME GO!?!" she choked out before she threw her own hands over her eyes to hide her sobbing self. "PLEAAAAAAAAASE, SIR, you CANNOT LET ME GO!!!!!!" Bismillah NO!!! Bernie's shoulders were shaking, snot was dripping between her fingers, and honestly, it would be an achievement to Schmoe if he could even understand her pathetic pleas right now: "THIS. IS. ALL. I. HAVE!!!!!!!!!" SOB! sob sob sob SOB! WAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIL!!!!!!!!!!!1

Truly. Being the Muggle Studies TA was the ONE THING Bernadette Grantham thought she did well, even if it was entirely a made-up job where the points didn't matter and the compensation was nonexistent. She needed it to feel like she fit in here at Hogwarts, and without it? Well. All of Hogwarts probably didn't want to deal with this one if Schmoe really, truly, wanted to pull an Elsa today.
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Bernie's eyes nearly popped out of her head.

"Your sister is your PARTNER?!" she SCREAMED!1!11!! practically yelled, but let's be honest, Bernadette's whispers probably sound like a shout to those humans with a normal range of hearing.

AND he had brothers?! AND maybe a cat?! "Oh you should definitely get a cat," Bernie wasted no time in moving on to this topic, mostly because she was still R E E L I N G from the fact that Schmoe even HAD a p--par--- she couldn't say it, she couldn't think it, she was sweating just considering the ramifications, and how was she going to explain this to the other kids; she was always busy sticking up for Schmoe, but this this this THIS might be TOO FAR. Bernie nearly tipped herself out of her beanbag just THINKin' about poor Schmoey and his utter lack of social understanding. YOU CAAAAAAAAN'T BE PARTNERS WITH YOUR SISTER! Gosh! HOW would she TEACH him this?! Only Merlin, Adam, Eve, and Steve would know!!!

She was honestly so perturbed that she didn't even comment on Pierson Fuller-Thompson and his lack of approval for herself. DID SCHMOE NOT KNOW ABOUT THE FOREST LAST YEAR! The Groundskeeper-Professor would NOT want to speak to her! COME ON, SCHMOE! Bernie's face clearly showed her anxiety over all of this discussion (the concern was all for him, none for her).

And then, AND THEN, as IF this MEETING could GET ANY WORSE!

He fired her.

Forget the fake tears, the kicked cruppy look, the nonpayment... Bernie was aCtUaLLy really crying now. "You're going to LET ME GO!?!" she choked out before she threw her own hands over her eyes to hide her sobbing self. "PLEAAAAAAAAASE, SIR, you CANNOT LET ME GO!!!!!!" Bismillah NO!!! Bernie's shoulders were shaking, snot was dripping between her fingers, and honestly, it would be an achievement to Schmoe if he could even understand her pathetic pleas right now: "THIS. IS. ALL. I. HAVE!!!!!!!!!" SOB! sob sob sob SOB! WAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIL!!!!!!!!!!!1

Truly. Being the Muggle Studies TA was the ONE THING Bernadette Grantham thought she did well, even if it was entirely a made-up job where the points didn't matter and the compensation was nonexistent. She needed it to feel like she fit in here at Hogwarts, and without it? Well. All of Hogwarts probably didn't want to deal with this one if Schmoe really, truly, wanted to pull an Elsa today.


If it were even possible (everything is possible if you just BELIEVE), Finneas became even MORE uncomfortable. With Bernadette’s eyes nearly falling out of their sockets, he found himself shifting around in his chair hoping for an excuse to end this meeting early. This discomfort only AMPLIFIED with the YELLING of FALSE information???? ”No!” It was his turn for the eyes out of the sockets ordeal. He frantically waved his hands in front of him, no!!!! ”My sister is not my—“ WAIT A MINUTE. ”Ms. Grantham, please!” In all of the hubbub Finneas was getting lightheaded.

Worse things could happen, right?

Bernadette did not waste time in moving on to a new topic and Finneas did not waste time in joining her in the effort. ”You have me convinced,” he nodded. On the cat thing. Only because maybe that would give her something else to mention to other students. He did NOT need rumors of his dating life circulating amongst the kids at this school.

But …………….. How???? Did??? This??? Keep??? Getting??? Worse???

Here he was thinking he finally had the perfect opportunity to let her down easy, it was what she wanted wasn’t it!? And yet, instead he was met with SOBBING??? TEARS? The one thing that made him ALMOST as uncomfortable as toddlers and owls COMBINED?

The Muggle Studies professor found himself pushing back on his desk, creating a little more distance between himself and the third year. ”Err….. Ms. Grantham… That cannot be true… You are young and with many talents…” Yes. This was meant to be very comforting so if she could stop crying that would be really great.
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Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Bernie felt like she was caught in a landslide, with no obvious escape from reality. Stuck in her beanbag, she opened her swollen eyes, looked up to the skies (the ceiling) and saw what she had to do. She was, admittedly, inspired by an old Muggle song that had popped into her head.

"I'm just a poooooor girl, I need no s-s-sympathy," she stammered, gathering her things (the notebook on the desk and her little quill and bag beside her). "T-t-too late, my t-time has come," she continued her muttering to herself. "Goodbye, everybody, I've g-goooooot to go.... just g-g-gotta get out, just gotta g-get right outta here..."

She rolled out of the beanbag, since her legs weren't working right, and, with the aid of Schmoe's desk, took an agonizingly long few minutes to drag herself to her feet, righteously smearing snot and Merlin knew what else on the corner of the desk.

"I will be d-dropping your c-class, professor," she stammered, making eye contact with ONLY the floor, "on account of h-h0w you don't need m--m-meeee anymore, and I d-d-d," she couldn't even get it out, "I DEFINITELY don't need YOUR CLASS!" There was the classic Bernadette O. Grantham. She wasn't no crybaby! She wiped her nose on her sleeve and GLARED at him. "I HATE YOU!!! I hate you for making me think I could trust ANY of the STUPID TEACHERS in this STUPID SCHOOL! I HATE YOU for MAKING ME LIKE YOUR CLASS and and and FOR TRYING TO BE GOOD IN IT!"

...maybe she wasn't done being a crybaby yet. Bernie burst into tears one last time because admitting this all was very difficult for her to do, and she dropped her notebook and pen to cover her face again.
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Finneas listened very intently as the young Ravenclaw explained. Not having a particular interest in any specific class would make this slightly more difficult and though Finneas was nervous, he was also keen to help. SO. Er. They’d figure it out together, hopefully. It was just about asking the right questions… Hopefully. ”Make believe,” he repeated before thinking for a long while. ”Well that is good news, Mr. Pascal! Make believe is all about creativity and the ability to bring ideas to life. All very important for many occupations.” Finneas was thinking out loud here. He was also thinking about this last thing that Alexandre said too. ”Have you considered tutoring your other classmates? Teaching could always be a possibility! I am slightly biased here, but if you would like to know more about the field…” Finneas wiggled his eyebrows a little. Just a bit.

AnYwAy. "In any case, Mr. Pascal. Rest assured, most people do not know exactly what they want to do after graduation. And the ones who do will likely find themselves changing course along the way." He hoped this could be a little reassuring. He paused for a moment, reaching into one of the drawers in his desk and shuffled some things around before pulling out a document he had just for moments like these! "Something you may find useful is to identify what values are most important to you. A smart young mind like yours can find success in any field, but errrr finding a fulfilling path takes self-reflection. If you can identify what values you hold in high regard, it will become much err easier to identify whether a certain field will be able to fulfill those needs." He slid the list across the table. "Take a look at this, see if any of these values jump out at you more than the rest. It errr... May be helpful to identify three or ... five that are most important to you."


Alexandre was pleased that Professor Schmoe seemed to think there were several things he could do that would involve make believe and creativity. Alexandre was having a hard time thinking of those things himself. "My mother is an actress. That's kind of like make believe. But I don't want to do that." He did think that she probably had lots of fun, and he liked to watch her when he could, but he didn't think that was really for him. Schmoe's next suggestion earned a skeptical look from the Ravenclaw. "Tutoring? I don't think I'm smart enough for that." He could barely complete his own homework, how was he supposed to teach someone else? Willow was different because she was his sister, and also a first year.

It was a little reassuring, to hear that even if he started to figure something out he wouldn't be stuck with it and could still change after graduation. But he was still worried about how his scores may cut him off to certain paths that he might not even know he wanted yet. He leaned over Schmoe's desk to look at the list he was sliding over. "Should I do this now?" Was Professor Schmoe giving him more homework? Though at least this didn't look too hard. Alexandre could circle some words.

The first thing that jumped out at him was family, and then a little below that was friendship. He went ahead and circled those two because family and friends were the most important things to him. But he didn't really know how that would help determine his future. He decided to circle community to kind of bring those two together. Being surrounded by people he cared about was definitely important to him. He circled imagination too, like they had already talked about, and enjoyment, because he didn't want to do something he didn't enjoy. And finally he circled kindness, because kindness was always important. There were other words on the list that he thought were nice, but if he was supposed to focus on what drew him in the most then he thought his list covered it.
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Forget the dating-his-sister (or not) thing. Bernie was taking her firing as Muggle Studies TA straight to heart. TO HEART. She was DEVASTATED! TORN UP! SHOOKETH! SHAKEN TO HER CORE! It was a SHOT TO THE HEART, and SCHMOE WAS TO BLAME! She continued sobbing for a good few MINUTES, drowning him out with her tears and she shook and sobbed and cried and got snot all over the place.

Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy? Bernie felt like she was caught in a landslide, with no obvious escape from reality. Stuck in her beanbag, she opened her swollen eyes, looked up to the skies (the ceiling) and saw what she had to do. She was, admittedly, inspired by an old Muggle song that had popped into her head.

"I'm just a poooooor girl, I need no s-s-sympathy," she stammered, gathering her things (the notebook on the desk and her little quill and bag beside her). "T-t-too late, my t-time has come," she continued her muttering to herself. "Goodbye, everybody, I've g-goooooot to go.... just g-g-gotta get out, just gotta g-get right outta here..."

She rolled out of the beanbag, since her legs weren't working right, and, with the aid of Schmoe's desk, took an agonizingly long few minutes to drag herself to her feet, righteously smearing snot and Merlin knew what else on the corner of the desk.

"I will be d-dropping your c-class, professor," she stammered, making eye contact with ONLY the floor, "on account of h-h0w you don't need m--m-meeee anymore, and I d-d-d," she couldn't even get it out, "I DEFINITELY don't need YOUR CLASS!" There was the classic Bernadette O. Grantham. She wasn't no crybaby! She wiped her nose on her sleeve and GLARED at him. "I HATE YOU!!! I hate you for making me think I could trust ANY of the STUPID TEACHERS in this STUPID SCHOOL! I HATE YOU for MAKING ME LIKE YOUR CLASS and and and FOR TRYING TO BE GOOD IN IT!"

...maybe she wasn't done being a crybaby yet. Bernie burst into tears one last time because admitting this all was very difficult for her to do, and she dropped her notebook and pen to cover her face again.

HE WAS NOT DATING HIS SISTER!!! FOR THE RECORD. FOR ANYONE WHO WAS READING THIS. JUST TO BE CLEAR!!!!

Anyway, ANYWAY, AnYwAy. This was getting rather dramatic. Finneas Schmoe was rather uncomfortable. And his office ceiling was receiving quite a disheartened stare. To be quiet honest, Finneas was hoping there would be an end to the tears, especially with all his words of reassurance and wisdom. He wasn’t cut out for the crying child life. Not cut out at all.

So much was happening that he couldn’t even get a word in between the deciding to drop the class and the ‘on account of how you don’t need me anymore’. Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. And then the hate. That made him wince a bit. He felt that one in his heart. She said it with much conviction, y’know?

And then MORE sobbing??? Would she ever run out of tears??? Weren’t her eyes TIRED? Because Finneas’ eyes were tired by mere association!

”…. Er……….. Bernadette,” there were many things Finneas knew how to do. Consoling a crying student was not one of those things. ”……. How can we fix this?” It was better to ask questions in these situations right? Uh.


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Alexandre was pleased that Professor Schmoe seemed to think there were several things he could do that would involve make believe and creativity. Alexandre was having a hard time thinking of those things himself. "My mother is an actress. That's kind of like make believe. But I don't want to do that." He did think that she probably had lots of fun, and he liked to watch her when he could, but he didn't think that was really for him. Schmoe's next suggestion earned a skeptical look from the Ravenclaw. "Tutoring? I don't think I'm smart enough for that." He could barely complete his own homework, how was he supposed to teach someone else? Willow was different because she was his sister, and also a first year.

It was a little reassuring, to hear that even if he started to figure something out he wouldn't be stuck with it and could still change after graduation. But he was still worried about how his scores may cut him off to certain paths that he might not even know he wanted yet. He leaned over Schmoe's desk to look at the list he was sliding over. "Should I do this now?" Was Professor Schmoe giving him more homework? Though at least this didn't look too hard. Alexandre could circle some words.

The first thing that jumped out at him was family, and then a little below that was friendship. He went ahead and circled those two because family and friends were the most important things to him. But he didn't really know how that would help determine his future. He decided to circle community to kind of bring those two together. Being surrounded by people he cared about was definitely important to him. He circled imagination too, like they had already talked about, and enjoyment, because he didn't want to do something he didn't enjoy. And finally he circled kindness, because kindness was always important. There were other words on the list that he thought were nice, but if he was supposed to focus on what drew him in the most then he thought his list covered it.

Finneas watched the young man carefully, as if he would be able to pick up on nuance such as body language and facial expressions. All things he was very bad at picking up on, but well ANYWAY. ”Knowing what you don’t want to do is, coincidentally, another good way to go about the search.” At least it was knowing something, y’know? Finneas had no idea he wanted to be a professor when he was that age! Granted, he had already graduated from Hogwarts and was in University. But. Er. Details shmeeetails. ”Mr. Pascal, you are smart enough for anything you put your mind to.” His students really needed to stop with this ‘I’m not’ business. In Finneas’ opinion, it was a very insidious mentality.

Finneas nodded, pushing the list further across the table and waited for Alexandre to get started. Homework was a teachers best friend, didn’t he know? This was fun homework though.

He waited patiently until the fifth year finished. ”I err… Know it may not seem so straightforward,” he blinked a few times, twiddling his thumbs underneath his desk. ”But when you’re thinking about potential occupations, knowing your values can help in a very practical regard. Errr… What were some of the ones you identified?” He tried to peer over but his eyes were a lot weaker than they used to be.
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Anyway, ANYWAY, AnYwAy. This was getting rather dramatic. Finneas Schmoe was rather uncomfortable. And his office ceiling was receiving quite a disheartened stare. To be quiet honest, Finneas was hoping there would be an end to the tears, especially with all his words of reassurance and wisdom. He wasn’t cut out for the crying child life. Not cut out at all.

So much was happening that he couldn’t even get a word in between the deciding to drop the class and the ‘on account of how you don’t need me anymore’. Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. And then the hate. That made him wince a bit. He felt that one in his heart. She said it with much conviction, y’know?

And then MORE sobbing??? Would she ever run out of tears??? Weren’t her eyes TIRED? Because Finneas’ eyes were tired by mere association!

”…. Er……….. Bernadette,” there were many things Finneas knew how to do. Consoling a crying student was not one of those things. ”……. How can we fix this?” It was better to ask questions in these situations right? Uh.
Even by Bernie's standards, this was all very dramatic. And tragic. She was nearly hiccuping from all her sincere tears. She hadn't cried like this, a REAL GOOD, SOUL-SHAKING CRY, in a long time, maybe not even since her grandfather had died.

When the professor spoke, she sniffled again and wiped her nose on her other sleeve, so now both sleeves of her robes had beautifully long snot streaks. She had to get it together. HAD TO, if only to speak to Schmoe, whom... whom... whom... she felt suddenly exhausted by; it was possible she had worn herself down from all the emotions she'd been expelling this entire meeting. COULD SHE NOT hate him? Obviously, she would prefer to not hate him FOREVER. IF...

"You'll h-h-HIC-hire me back????" Bernie bent down to pick up her items she'd dropped, and blinked soulfully at him, her blue eyes still awfully shiny and now rimmed in red. "Puh-puhlease, sir. I'm s-so sorry for asking for money, a-a-HIC-and taking p-points." She bit her lip to try to keep the tears at bay. "Puhpuhpuhlease don't let me go. I don't really WANNA drop your HIC! HIC! class...."
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Even by Bernie's standards, this was all very dramatic. And tragic. She was nearly hiccuping from all her sincere tears. She hadn't cried like this, a REAL GOOD, SOUL-SHAKING CRY, in a long time, maybe not even since her grandfather had died.

When the professor spoke, she sniffled again and wiped her nose on her other sleeve, so now both sleeves of her robes had beautifully long snot streaks. She had to get it together. HAD TO, if only to speak to Schmoe, whom... whom... whom... she felt suddenly exhausted by; it was possible she had worn herself down from all the emotions she'd been expelling this entire meeting. COULD SHE NOT hate him? Obviously, she would prefer to not hate him FOREVER. IF...

"You'll h-h-HIC-hire me back????" Bernie bent down to pick up her items she'd dropped, and blinked soulfully at him, her blue eyes still awfully shiny and now rimmed in red. "Puh-puhlease, sir. I'm s-so sorry for asking for money, a-a-HIC-and taking p-points." She bit her lip to try to keep the tears at bay. "Puhpuhpuhlease don't let me go. I don't really WANNA drop your HIC! HIC! class...."

The real tragedy here was how unfit Finneas Schmoe was to experience teenage tears. They made him immensely uncomfortable as seen by his stiff posture and inability to maintain eye contact. It wasn't anything too far from how he normally carried himself, but the discomfort was worse than what it usually was.

He felt deeply exhausted too, rubbing his face and trying to look at her properly as she spoke. The hiccupping made it difficult thought. And the snot. And the tears. Could she just stop those things please? It would help make this situation less terrifying for him, which was obviously something at the forefront of her mind. Yes. Obviously. "There errrr... Will be no need to drop my class," he nodded his head slowly. "And errr... Yes, I would very much like it if you were to continue to set an example for your peers and assist the class with your... insight." This was his way of saying OKAY.

Was it all fixed now? Were they GOOD? Could they both take long NAPS?
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The real tragedy here was how unfit Finneas Schmoe was to experience teenage tears. They made him immensely uncomfortable as seen by his stiff posture and inability to maintain eye contact. It wasn't anything too far from how he normally carried himself, but the discomfort was worse than what it usually was.

He felt deeply exhausted too, rubbing his face and trying to look at her properly as she spoke. The hiccupping made it difficult thought. And the snot. And the tears. Could she just stop those things please? It would help make this situation less terrifying for him, which was obviously something at the forefront of her mind. Yes. Obviously. "There errrr... Will be no need to drop my class," he nodded his head slowly. "And errr... Yes, I would very much like it if you were to continue to set an example for your peers and assist the class with your... insight." This was his way of saying OKAY.

Was it all fixed now? Were they GOOD? Could they both take long NAPS?


Bernie's bloodshot eyes widened up a little, one more time, as Schmoe renewed her faith in humanity, awkward teachers, and generally everyone at Hogwarts. She nodded enthusiastically to whatever he said, which was BASICALLY A YES to her continued ~apprenticeship~ and hugged her notebook of ideas and everything else to her chest.

"OKAY!" she squeaked without a hiccup taking over. You know what would really help Schmoe in dealing with teenage tears? A box of tissues and a platter of cookies. Bernie would write that idea down for him when she got back to her dormitory. For now, she just sniffle-hiccuped one last time and gave the professor a weak smile. "Thank you s-HIC-sir! I am so SORRY." For, you know, causing a .... er, completely exhausting scene, and also for accidentally calling him all the other faculty here 'stupid,' and also for uh perhaps implying that he was dating his sister. Which, for the record, she still wasn't sure about, but knew better than to ever ever bring up again.

For now, Bernie shoved the sleeves of her robes up her arms so the snot streaks were no longer visible, and headed for the door. "Have a good-HIC-day," she added, with one last NOD OF SOLIDARITY to Schmoe to show that the information on his secret dating life was a SECRET and SAFE with her. Then she left.

They could BOTH go take LONG NAPS in their separate living quarters or whatever hidey holes that professors lived in. Bless Schmoe for putting up with Bernadette O. Grantham. He probably deserved a raise.
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Bernie's bloodshot eyes widened up a little, one more time, as Schmoe renewed her faith in humanity, awkward teachers, and generally everyone at Hogwarts. She nodded enthusiastically to whatever he said, which was BASICALLY A YES to her continued ~apprenticeship~ and hugged her notebook of ideas and everything else to her chest.

"OKAY!" she squeaked without a hiccup taking over. You know what would really help Schmoe in dealing with teenage tears? A box of tissues and a platter of cookies. Bernie would write that idea down for him when she got back to her dormitory. For now, she just sniffle-hiccuped one last time and gave the professor a weak smile. "Thank you s-HIC-sir! I am so SORRY." For, you know, causing a .... er, completely exhausting scene, and also for accidentally calling him all the other faculty here 'stupid,' and also for uh perhaps implying that he was dating his sister. Which, for the record, she still wasn't sure about, but knew better than to ever ever bring up again.

For now, Bernie shoved the sleeves of her robes up her arms so the snot streaks were no longer visible, and headed for the door. "Have a good-HIC-day," she added, with one last NOD OF SOLIDARITY to Schmoe to show that the information on his secret dating life was a SECRET and SAFE with her. Then she left.

They could BOTH go take LONG NAPS in their separate living quarters or whatever hidey holes that professors lived in. Bless Schmoe for putting up with Bernadette O. Grantham. He probably deserved a raise.


He nodded very, very quickly. "That is errr quite alright." Mostly because he was eager to put an end to this entire office visit. He was exhausted. No offense. It was the tears. The tears were a lot. He was not prepared for those and never would be. "You too Ms. Grantham."

He waited a solid five seconds after she had left to EXHALE and melt into the floor.

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