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ArianaBlack · #1 (**permalink**) 12-04-2019, 05:39 AM

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!

OOC: Hihi, there's no separate thread for a waiting area, so just start here. You can assume that his door is locked because that's what a responsible professor would do.

Felixir · 09-06-2020, 01:58 AM

Nem hadn't waited very long at all to make this particular stop. There was no need, and deliveries needed to be made. After getting some idea of the Noodle Man's usual office hours from Ezra, Nem had put aside some time to stop by.

And here they were now, in the shirt, trousers, boots, and silver-green tie that made up most of their uniform, sleeves pushed up to the elbow, and carrying an irregularly shaped package under one arm that had been efficiently wrapped in brown paper and parcel tape. Nothing too bulky or heavy, but a curious accessory all the same.

Stopping outside the office, Nem knocked sharply on the door - shave-and-a hair-cut - and stood by, ready for Schmoe Time.

ArianaBlack · 09-06-2020, 02:20 AM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

Nem hadn't waited very long at all to make this particular stop. There was no need, and deliveries needed to be made. After getting some idea of the Noodle Man's usual office hours from Ezra, Nem had put aside some time to stop by.

And here they were now, in the shirt, trousers, boots, and silver-green tie that made up most of their uniform, sleeves pushed up to the elbow, and carrying an irregularly shaped package under one arm that had been efficiently wrapped in brown paper and parcel tape. Nothing too bulky or heavy, but a curious accessory all the same.

Stopping outside the office, Nem knocked sharply on the door - shave-and-a hair-cut - and stood by, ready for Schmoe Time.

Have you ever seen a cat play with a ball of yarn? Their vision system functions around motion and combined with the visual stimulation, it makes all the sense in the world that they'd find an endless source of fun in yarn balls.

Have you ever seen a professor play with a ball of yarn? This one is far less likely. Should you stumble upon a professor playing with a ball of yarn, the first question you may want to ask is 'are they okay?', only to follow-up with the more important question of WHY???? There was a very simple explanation as to why Finneas Schmoe was currently trapped in a maze of yarn. It had little to do with visual stimulation and sensitivity to motion, but everything to do with one tangle leading to another tangle... And then suddenly finding oneself trapped in a large cat's cradle sort of ... situation.

It was in this current state that he heard the knock on his door, and fortunately the door was not locked today. "Err... Come in!" Bernadette had seen him in worse predicaments.

Felixir · 09-14-2020, 03:33 AM

And in strolled Nemesis Upstead, irregularly shaped package still held under one arm. They hadn't really known what to expect upon entering the office of one Dr. Finneas Schmoe, and so decided to cover all bases by expecting everything and discounting nothing.

Nem took one look at Schmoe's predicament and did not ask themselves if he was okay. Did not speculate as to the general 'why's. Did not even blink.

Just made a sudden movement as if to throw the package right at to the professor - "Think fast!" - but neglected to release it at the last second. "Whew. That was close. Could have been bad, huh, sir?"

They still weren't asking 'why'. This was Schmoe. Whatever explanation he had... he would still be Schmoe, at the end of the day.

ArianaBlack · 09-17-2020, 04:04 AM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

And in strolled Nemesis Upstead, irregularly shaped package still held under one arm. They hadn't really known what to expect upon entering the office of one Dr. Finneas Schmoe, and so decided to cover all bases by expecting everything and discounting nothing.

Nem took one look at Schmoe's predicament and did not ask themselves if he was okay. Did not speculate as to the general 'why's. Did not even blink.

Just made a sudden movement as if to throw the package right at to the professor - "Think fast!" - but neglected to release it at the last second. "Whew. That was close. Could have been bad, huh, sir?"

They still weren't asking 'why'. This was Schmoe. Whatever explanation he had... he would still be Schmoe, at the end of the day.

Finneas was expecting his visitor to be one Bernadette O. Grantham, so one could only imagine his shock and embarrassment when he saw one Nemesis Upstead make their way into the office instead. "Err." He could explain.

Though, maybe not.

Something else he could not do? Catch the parcel. Which is exactly why he flinched (a tad dramatically), almost landing straight on his bum (but fortunately finding his balance instead). It took a minute though. There was lots of back and forth tipping before his feet were once again cemented down properly. "Ha, ha, ha. Heh, heh. Good one," he chuckled awkwardly, feeling a tad bit uneasy around this particular student.

There were a few of them that made him feel this way. Nemesis was right near the top of that list. "To, errr, what do I owe the pleasure?, Nemesis?" And what exactly was this package they had almost lobbed straight at Finneas' head? The muggle studies professor eyed it instead of making proper eye contact.

DuckyLinJi · 09-17-2020, 07:30 AM

During the summer, Minjae had made a choice and for the longest time he thought he had made the right one. But he was slowly starting to doubt himself as each day passed by and he still could not figure out what he wanted to do.

The fact that he had literally thrown away millions that had been placed in his lap since birth was something even he had not predicted. The problem was that he was graduating next year and hadn't found a passion yet. He knew he wanted to do something related with muggle computers but he also wanted something magical. A combination between the two would be amazing but would that be possible?

So the teenager had found himself in front of the office door, hesitating to knock for the longest of moments because he wasn't sure what to ask. He walked away, came back and walked away before finally coming back for one last time and knocked on the door.

ArianaBlack · 09-18-2020, 01:44 AM

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Originally Posted by DuckyLinJi

During the summer, Minjae had made a choice and for the longest time he thought he had made the right one. But he was slowly starting to doubt himself as each day passed by and he still could not figure out what he wanted to do.

The fact that he had literally thrown away millions that had been placed in his lap since birth was something even he had not predicted. The problem was that he was graduating next year and hadn't found a passion yet. He knew he wanted to do something related with muggle computers but he also wanted something magical. A combination between the two would be amazing but would that be possible?

So the teenager had found himself in front of the office door, hesitating to knock for the longest of moments because he wasn't sure what to ask. He walked away, came back and walked away before finally coming back for one last time and knocked on the door.

Finneas heard footsteps outside and perked his head up in anticipation of the knock, but instead of a knock... He just heard more footsteps. Perhaps he was imagining things ~~(wouldn't be the first time)~~. So he looked back down at his piles of work (lots of essays needed grading and unfortunately they could not grade themselves). And then back up when he heard footsteps again.

...... Er?

"Come in....?"

That time he definitely heard a knock.

DuckyLinJi · 09-18-2020, 02:49 PM

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

Finneas heard footsteps outside and perked his head up in anticipation of the knock, but instead of a knock... He just heard more footsteps. Perhaps he was imagining things ~~(wouldn't be the first time)~~. So he looked back down at his piles of work (lots of essays needed grading and unfortunately they could not grade themselves). And then back up when he heard footsteps again.

...... Er?

"Come in....?"

That time he definitely heard a knock.

Minjae was a bit nervous as he opened the door. Though not as nervous as having to report to his father or as when he had a DATE with Aboli. Now THAT was scary.

He had never been in his office before so he wasn't sure what to expect, but even he was surprised at the high ceiling stretched above him.

Well, perhaps he shouldn't be that surprised considering how freakishly tall that guy was. Being one of the shortest for his age in the school, he was definitely not jealous

~~he was jealous~~

The Hufflepuff looked around for a moment, taking in the details of the interior. It looked exactly how he had pictured it. The massive bookshelf. The random muggle gadgets on the desk and the stacks of paper which he guessed were the..... Wait they weren't essays right? Eeeeh he couldn't remember they were assigned them??? ... Even the boyband posters on the wall wasn't surprising to him.

"Hi professor, do you have a moment?" he asked as he closed the door behind him.

BanaBatGirl · 09-19-2020, 05:47 PM

Sooooooo that class had been a disaster. It had taken her a while to wipe the laughter from her face, but when Schmoe took THIRTY (30!!!!!!) POINTS from Gryffindor, Bernie had sobered right up. Now she had to go to his office?! And he looked PROPERLY angry?! She'd never seen this side of Schmoe before.

At least she had a buddy with her, right? Her Lion brother of sorts, aka, her emotional support human, aka Josh, had agreed to come with her to help with the explaining.

"---and remember, I didn't make Claudine fall down, she's a big liar, and I was just trying to stop the noise pollution by using magic to help the Muggles. Right?" Bernie finished confirming her and Josh's story before she raised her hand to knock three times on the professor's door. See how good she was being ~~now??!~~ She didn't even do her usual 57 knocks or ANYTHING.

sweetpinkpixie · 09-20-2020, 10:15 AM

it was really something, you know? The way he had gotten himself into so much trouble since he had left Ilvermorny and arrived in the UK and subsequently Hogwarts. Though this was the first time it was about something academic and not interpersonal relationships...which felt like progress? Typically he chalked it all up to language barrier issues (British was confusing, okay?!) and while he couldn't entirely pass this mishap off as that...it WAS because of a bit of a snag in language that had landed him in hot water this time.

"I know you didn't," he reiterated with a nervous smile. He knew because HE had done it. "And I'll make sure Professor Schmoe does as well." And evenly distributed the punishment because...it was not right that she take the full grunt of this bludger hit. He knew Bernie had a bit of a reputation, one that lent to itself sometimes, but STILL.

And since she had already knocked, he simply stood behind her with his hands rested gently on her shoulders.

ArianaBlack · 09-23-2020, 12:44 AM

SPOILER!!: Minjae

Ah, Mr. Yoon. Not here because he set the jukebox on fire again, was he? Because it was still out of commission. Something Finneas planned on attending to at some point... when there were less papers to grade. Perhaps he would stop assigning homework all together. Save trees and also, er, some precious time.

He blinked profusely and awkwardly as Minjae took a moment to look over the room. It was a good reminder that the Hufflepuff hadn't ever come around for a visit, which made this all the more curiouser. "Err.. Yes! Of course," Finneas bobbed his head up and down, moving to shuffle the things on his desk.

Not that it did much as he had far too many things piled on top of it to make the situation any less disorganized. Heh. "Come, have a seat!" The bean-bags were very comfortable!

SPOILER!!: classroom trashers

Finneas had to excuse himself to use the little professor's room. On his return back to his office, he wiped his wet hands on his trousers and braced himself for what would likely be an exhausting exchange with Ms. Grantham. They often were. For some reason or another.

As he made it back to his office though, he was quite surprised to see he had TWO students waiting for him as opposed to just the one. He awkwardly cleared his throat, trying to reach between them in order to open the door. "Hullo," he was tired. Could they see he was tired? Much tired. Very disappointed. Super not bro-y Schmoe-y.

"Step inside, Bernadette," he looked over at Joshua, still confused by his presence. "Is there, er, something urgent I can help you with... Mr. Miller or can this wait until after we have our meeting?" We, meaning himself and Ms. Grantham.

sweetpinkpixie · 09-23-2020, 02:53 PM

Was it terrible that this sort of figure was among the variety that Josh was better equipped to speak to? Probably, but in the moment the sixth year wasn't thinking about that...he was thinking more about doing the right thing. "Actually...there is, professor," he replied, wetting his lips and swallowing thickly to try and quench the dryness that had suddenly taken ahold of his mouth and throat. "It's not right that Bern---adette burden the blame...when she didn't act alone."

Deep breath. Less than five words, Miller.

"I performed the Glisseo, professor. I encourage things by purposefully misinterpreting your words in class and letting my competitive nature get the better of me. So..." Eeeeeeerm. "Guess it is the both of us you need to have that meeting with. Professor. Sir. Professor Schmoe, sir."

Okay so still more than five words but not as bad as it could have been.

Should he add that he had the intention of apologizing to Avalon and, er, whatever the younger Slytherin's name was? Probably...but he was also trying not to run his mouth in an already tense situation.

*MadAlice* · 09-23-2020, 06:36 PM

Violet had really wanted to talk to Professor Schmoe about something, something important, but when she approached his office, it seemed like there was a whole mob of students waiting to see him. Should she wait in line or something? No, she didn't want anyone to ask her why she was there, she was embarrassed about it enough to begin with. This was a bad idea, if she just kept walking by nonchalantly, maybe no one would notice that she had been heading here.

BanaBatGirl · 09-24-2020, 02:16 AM

Oh, Josh. Bernie was SUPER grateful for him right now because Schmoe was kind of.....scaring her?! He wasn't being all bumbly and anyway ANYWAY AnYwAY as usual; he was just.... serious??? And direct?? So she stood with her hands folded behind her back, edging away from the door handle slightly so Schmoe could reach it. She did her best to appear contrite all the while.

"We did scheme together, sir," she admitted when Josh was done, adding a few nods to emphasize just how CORRECT he was. "We--- we were both REALLY concerned for Earth's environment AND your classroom environment especially, and I KNOW we got carried away and we're terribly sorry about it and and and--- I'll, um, I'll explain inside."

Bernie zipped her lips as a younger Slytherin girl popped up then. She didn't need to hear this too, did she?

Felixir · 09-24-2020, 03:08 AM

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Finneas was expecting his visitor to be one Bernadette O. Grantham, so one could only imagine his shock and embarrassment when he saw one Nemesis Upstead make their way into the office instead. "Err." He could explain.

Though, maybe not.

Something else he could not do? Catch the parcel. Which is exactly why he flinched (a tad dramatically), almost landing straight on his bum (but fortunately finding his balance instead). It took a minute though. There was lots of back and forth tipping before his feet were once again cemented down properly. "Ha, ha, ha. Heh, heh. Good one," he chuckled awkwardly, feeling a tad bit uneasy around this particular student.

There were a few of them that made him feel this way. Nemesis was right near the top of that list. "To, errr, what do I owe the pleasure?, Nemesis?" And what exactly was this package they had almost lobbed straight at Finneas' head? The muggle studies professor eyed it instead of making proper eye contact.

Nem smiled brightly in an 'aren't we just the best of buds sharing a fun joke' kind of way, which tipped just ever so slightly into 'untold horrors' territory, just for Schmoe No You Didn't's benefit. Uneasy? Around Nemesis? How sad.

"Brought you something, sir," they said, holding up the package that Schmoe was looking at with his shifty sloth eyes, and stepping over to slide it onto the first available space on the guy's desk for him to tear into at his earliest convenience. Or carefully unwrap and refold the paper for later use. He seemed the type. "A token of my appreciation. Sometimes in the summer we go around to those old muggle junk shops, with all that vintage stuff. And I saw this, in your real house colours and everything, and thought 'why not', and grabbed it for you." With the package delivered, Nem zeroed in on one of the beanbag chairs and dropped into it with a flump. "It was wicked cheap, so no worries on that score. Thought it might be fun for you to have outside your office, for visitors or whatever." So thoughtful, right?

Exactly how much of that was true? Listen, don't even worry about it.

DuckyLinJi · 09-24-2020, 08:25 PM

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Ah, Mr. Yoon. Not here because he set the jukebox on fire again, was he? Because it was still out of commission. Something Finneas planned on attending to at some point... when there were less papers to grade. Perhaps he would stop assigning homework all together. Save trees and also, er, some precious time.

He blinked profusely and awkwardly as Minjae took a moment to look over the room. It was a good reminder that the Hufflepuff hadn't ever come around for a visit, which made this all the more curiouser. "Err.. Yes! Of course," Finneas bobbed his head up and down, moving to shuffle the things on his desk.

Not that it did much as he had far too many things piled on top of it to make the situation any less disorganized. Heh. "Come, have a seat!" The bean-bags were very comfortable!
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If he had set another jukebox on fire, this would have been the last place he'd be at. And speaking of jukeboxes, the sixth year had noticed that that one was still out of order. Had he not fixed it yet? Or couldn't he find a new one? Maybe they were really expensive....if that was the case the Hufflepuff had no problem paying for a new one. Perks of being a rich kid.

While he was looking around, taking in the details of the room, Minjae walked closer to the desk and looked at the professor when he heard the shuffling of paper. There was so much stuff piled on the desk that even after tidying it didn't make any difference.... "My father would have said 'A tidy desk is a tidy mind' right about now " he said.

Turning to one of the bean-bags, the Hufflepuff looked at them for a second or two. As comfortable as they were, he preferred a good sturdy chair. Gaming chairs were the best by the way. Still, he was not one to complain so he lowered himself down on to the bean-bag on the left and .....slid halfway down to the ground.

Awkwardly trying to pull himself up on the bean-bag, Minjae's ears turned a bright red color as he finally positioned himself on the seat but he wasn't comfortable. This thing made him look way too short as well T_T "Do you have a normal chair?" he asked as he stood up again.

ArianaBlack · 09-25-2020, 01:27 AM

SPOILER!!: Classroom Trashers & Violet

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Was it terrible that this sort of figure was among the variety that Josh was better equipped to speak to? Probably, but in the moment the sixth year wasn't thinking about that...he was thinking more about doing the right thing. "Actually...there is, professor," he replied, wetting his lips and swallowing thickly to try and quench the dryness that had suddenly taken ahold of his mouth and throat. "It's not right that Bern---adette burden the blame...when she didn't act alone."

Deep breath. Less than five words, Miller.

"I performed the Glisseo, professor. I encourage things by purposefully misinterpreting your words in class and letting my competitive nature get the better of me. So..." Eeeeeeerm. "Guess it is the both of us you need to have that meeting with. Professor. Sir. Professor Schmoe, sir."

Okay so still more than five words but not as bad as it could have been.

Should he add that he had the intention of apologizing to Avalon and, er, whatever the younger Slytherin's name was? Probably...but he was also trying not to run his mouth in an already tense situation.

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Oh, Josh. Bernie was SUPER grateful for him right now because Schmoe was kind of.....scaring her?! He wasn't being all bumbly and anyway ANYWAY AnYwAY as usual; he was just.... serious??? And direct?? So she stood with her hands folded behind her back, edging away from the door handle slightly so Schmoe could reach it. She did her best to appear contrite all the while.

"We did scheme together, sir," she admitted when Josh was done, adding a few nods to emphasize just how CORRECT he was. "We--- we were both REALLY concerned for Earth's environment AND your classroom environment especially, and I KNOW we got carried away and we're terribly sorry about it and and and--- I'll, um, I'll explain inside."

Bernie zipped her lips as a younger Slytherin girl popped up then. She didn't need to hear this too, did she?

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Originally Posted by MadAlice

Violet had really wanted to talk to Professor Schmoe about something, something important, but when she approached his office, it seemed like there was a whole mob of students waiting to see him. Should she wait in line or something? No, she didn't want anyone to ask her why she was there, she was embarrassed about it enough to begin with. This was a bad idea, if she just kept walking by nonchalantly, maybe no one would notice that she had been heading here.

Finneas did not know what he ought to expect from Mr. Miller (it was always a toss up with this particular young man), but evidently the Gryffindor had something quite important to say. So Finneas paused, allowing for it.

Ah.

"Very well then," his head was throbbing. Discipline was not his strong suit. "Please step inside, both of you," once he got this door open. He jiggled the nob a little bit more with the key, before--Ah, yes. Open sesame. Good. He pushed it open, waiting for the two Gryffindors to step inside first. He was already starting to brace himself for Bernadette's more detailed explanation. Whatever it was she had to say, he knew it would be a mouthful. Always was.

Just before he closed the door, he noticed the young Slytherin. "Ms. Blackthorne, I will be with you momentarily. Unless....? You also have an urgent matter to discuss?" If she also helped Bernadette turn his classroom into a warzone, then so help him Merlin. When would this day END?

SPOILER!!: Nemesis

Ha. Ha. Ha. Schmoe was smiling right back in a 'trying not to cry as I watch my life flash right before my eyes' kind of way. His beady eyes moving from one corner of the room to another. Subtle beads of sweat decorating his forehead. And in this moment, Schmoe was infinite.

It took him a moment, a really, really long moment, before he smiled even bigger? A? Gift? This was......... ~~mildly concerning~~ very touching? "Oho!" He made an attempt at wiggling closer to his desk where Nemesis had set down the package. If only he could manage to loosen his arm from the cage of yarn. That's what he was currently working on as he looked up once again for some feelting eye contact. "Thank you for thinking of me."

AHA! His hand was FREEEEEE and with it, he attempted to open the package. It was a lot harder than one would think. "How was your summer?" Small talk. He could do that. "And, er, how is Ezra doing?

He wiggled his fingers a little bit, managing a small tear in the wrapping. YELLOW. It was heartwarming (and a little concerning) that Nemesis remembered such details of Finneas' life.

SPOILER!!: Minjae

"Ha, ha," Finneas managed an uneasy sort of laugh. Trying to tidy his desk was a useless task, unfortunately. Somehow it always ended up with a pile of things and stuff ontop of it. No matter what he did to fix the issue, the things and stuff kept proliferating. It was the miracle of life! "Your father sounds like a smart man." Not that Finneas wasn't one of those, but errr..... Genius comes in all shades.

He watched with an ~~unsettling~~ smile as Mr. Yoon sat on ~~and subsequently slid off~~ one of the beanbags.

He paused momentarily to try and shuffle the papers a little more, but eventually gave up. "Err... Well, Mr. Yoon, that's quite the loaded question. Normal is a subjective term, after all. Who is to say that what is normal to you is normal to me?" In other words: No. "The beanbags are very comfortable! I get nothing but compliments. Maybe errr... Give it another chance? Otherwise... Er... You can er.. Feel free to stand?"

*MadAlice* · 09-25-2020, 04:53 PM

Violet had nearly decided to just keep walking and pretend she hadn't meant to be at Professor Schmoe's office when he noticed her.

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Just before he closed the door, he noticed the young Slytherin. "Ms. Blackthorne, I will be with you momentarily. Unless....? You also have an urgent matter to discuss?" If she also helped Bernadette turn his classroom into a warzone, then so help him Merlin. When would this day END?

"Uh, no, Professor, it's not urgent, really. I can wait." It was important, at least to her, but certainly not urgent, and she definitely did not want to ask this question with a lot of other students around.

sweetpinkpixie · 09-26-2020, 03:55 AM

Okay...so...maybe, you know, just mAyBe Bernie could have picked a better word than SCHEME to convey what had happened in the classroom. It made them sound like some malevolent thugs who wanted nothing more but to see the world burn. Which, well, given Professor Schmoe's stern persona, may be exactly what the man was thinking. And now would NOT be the time to point out that it was less about the environment and more about...being on the winning team.

Ahem.

This was likely going to be a bit of a long meeting considering both himself and Bernie seemed to need to over explain everything and just generally...talk. It was both a nervous tick and a defense mechanism - couldn't hear the punishment if the other person couldn't get a word in. A magical filibuster?

Josh simply nodded to the Muggle Studies professor, moderately relieved when the man did not protest to the Gryffindor being involved (sorry, Gryffindor, if more points were deducted - though Josh hardly cared about those as a point of leverage anyway) only to turn his head slightly when it was revealed that they were not a trio but a quartet...without any instruments.

"So...," he breathed out while gesturing between the open door and the duo of Gryffindors. "Inside then. Right. Let's, er, come on then," he swallowed while his hand slipped around Bernie's and gently tugged her inside the office.

BanaBatGirl · 09-27-2020, 11:53 PM

Josh was HOLDING her HAND?! Bernie's face immediately turned a bit red, and not just because she was holding her breath and hoping that her palm didn't feel sticky from the box of peppermint toads she'd consumed before this meeting. She quickly let go of his hand though, because um, he was her brother, like, not literally, but kinda, and she didn't hold hands with her brother!!!! The only boy she'd ever held hands with was Blake!!!!!!!!11 And he didn't really count, because because because because they were just friends!!!!!!!

Bernie took in a deep breath once she was inside the office and immediately started strolling around, trying to notice anything different about the place, and obviously checking to see if he still had a photo of his hot ~~sister~~ girlfriend on the desk there. Yep, there she was.

She then threw herself into a beanbag chair and crossed her arms, preparing herself for a Schmoe speech and also thinking about how on Merlin's sweet Earth she was going to keep her TA job NOW, after that cat-astrophe of a lesson. Speaking of cats, could she silence the clock without Schmoe knowing orrrr would that just make this situation worse?

Bernie was really loving silencio, by the way. She'd mastered THAT spell SO quickly. What could she say, she was a natural at Charms.

ArianaBlack · 10-03-2020, 02:23 AM

SPOILER!!: Violet + Troublemakers

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Originally Posted by MadAlice

Violet had nearly decided to just keep walking and pretend she hadn't meant to be at Professor Schmoe's office when he noticed her.

"Uh, no, Professor, it's not urgent, really. I can wait." It was important, at least to her, but certainly not urgent, and she definitely did not want to ask this question with a lot of other students around.

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Okay...so...maybe, you know, just mAyBe Bernie could have picked a better word than SCHEME to convey what had happened in the classroom. It made them sound like some malevolent thugs who wanted nothing more but to see the world burn. Which, well, given Professor Schmoe's stern persona, may be exactly what the man was thinking. And now would NOT be the time to point out that it was less about the environment and more about...being on the winning team.

Ahem.

This was likely going to be a bit of a long meeting considering both himself and Bernie seemed to need to over explain everything and just generally...talk. It was both a nervous tick and a defense mechanism - couldn't hear the punishment if the other person couldn't get a word in. A magical filibuster?

Josh simply nodded to the Muggle Studies professor, moderately relieved when the man did not protest to the Gryffindor being involved (sorry, Gryffindor, if more points were deducted - though Josh hardly cared about those as a point of leverage anyway) only to turn his head slightly when it was revealed that they were not a trio but a quartet...without any instruments.

"So...," he breathed out while gesturing between the open door and the duo of Gryffindors. "Inside then. Right. Let's, er, come on then," he swallowed while his hand slipped around Bernie's and gently tugged her inside the office.

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Josh was HOLDING her HAND?! Bernie's face immediately turned a bit red, and not just because she was holding her breath and hoping that her palm didn't feel sticky from the box of peppermint toads she'd consumed before this meeting. She quickly let go of his hand though, because um, he was her brother, like, not literally, but kinda, and she didn't hold hands with her brother!!!! The only boy she'd ever held hands with was Blake!!!!!!!!11 And he didn't really count, because because because because they were just friends!!!!!!!

Bernie took in a deep breath once she was inside the office and immediately started strolling around, trying to notice anything different about the place, and obviously checking to see if he still had a photo of his hot ~~sister~~ girlfriend on the desk there. Yep, there she was.

She then threw herself into a beanbag chair and crossed her arms, preparing herself for a Schmoe speech and also thinking about how on Merlin's sweet Earth she was going to keep her TA job NOW, after that cat-astrophe of a lesson. Speaking of cats, could she silence the clock without Schmoe knowing orrrr would that just make this situation worse?

Bernie was really loving silencio, by the way. She'd mastered THAT spell SO quickly. What could she say, she was a natural at Charms.

He was more than a little relieved to know that Ms. Blackthorn wasn't involved in the SCHEMING. Though perhaps there was still reason to be concerned as it was very much just as likely that she had done some scheming of her own. There was a lot that went down in that classroom. Too much, even. "Alright, I'll be with you shortly," the exhaustion was evident in his voice as he replied to the young Slytherin.

Before he shut the door, he took a big breath in order to prepare himself for whatever he was about to be faced with. Knowing these two, there would be a lot of words. Closing the door, he made his way inside and went around his chair to sit, waiting for Joshua to do the same.

He had words to share. Firm words. Angry words. Very mean words. But ultimately, he was not a very firm man. Nor was he an angry man. Nor was he a mean man. So instead, he slouched and gave them both a very sad look as he leaned forward. "I'm not mad, I'm just disappointed."

Schmoe disappointed, if you will.

"Why do you think that might be?"

*MadAlice* · 10-03-2020, 07:20 PM

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He was more than a little relieved to know that Ms. Blackthorn wasn't involved in the SCHEMING. Though perhaps there was still reason to be concerned as it was very much just as likely that she had done some scheming of her own. There was a lot that went down in that classroom. Too much, even. "Alright, I'll be with you shortly," the exhaustion was evident in his voice as he replied to the young Slytherin.

Uh oh, Professor Schmoe didn't look like he was in a very good mood. Violet now regretted coming to his office right after that class; this was seeming like a very bad idea, the professor obviously had a lot on his mind. Drat that Slytherin obsessiveness that sometimes took hold of her and made her so focused on achieving something that she failed to notice nuances until it was too late.

She was tempted to just leave, but Professor Schmoe had already seen her, already talked to her. If she just ran out on him, that would probably make things even worse. So she resigned herself to waiting, hoping those other students wouldn't put in in a very bad mood.

sweetpinkpixie · 10-08-2020, 12:33 PM

Josh happened to like peppermint toads so he wouldn't have really minded, especially the smell. But, for the record, no her hands were not sticky and yes he was indeed holding hers. Or, well, he HAD been until she pulled it away but he chalked that up to them being inside the office and the need for him to tug her nervous self along no longer necessary. Smiling at her as she flopped over into a beanbag chair, the sixth year chose to remain standing...at least until he was told it was okay and appropriate for him to sit. More life lessons that had been knocked in to him. So, arms folded behind his back, back of one hand to the other's palm and feet about shoulder width apart, he waited on somewhat baited breath until Professor Schmoe entered and shut the door behind him.

And as the man sat...Josh wondered if that was his cue to sit or...what? "...may I sit, sir?" he asked warily. Though if there was anyone who wouldn't have THAT kind of reaction, it would be the Muggle Studies professor. Plus Bernie was already sitting to chances were it was okay. His shoulders straightened and stiffened along with his posture as Professor Schmoe addressed them both and wetted his lips before speaking. "...because our actions completely derailed your lesson plan...and someone could have gotten hurt..." And his Glisseo had caused the man to fall right there in front of everyone in the middle of the classroom like a fish flopping around on the deck of a boat.

...which was a thought he obviously left to himself.

"...and, well, since you say disappointed I suppose that could also imply that you did not expect us two in particular to be the source of such chaos."

Probably not something he should feel proud of, and he WASN'T really ... but also he kind of was. Doing something unexpected and supposedly not on brand for himself.

Anyway.

BanaBatGirl · 10-10-2020, 07:37 PM

Oh! Ohhhhh, dear darling ol' Schmoe was disappointed, was he. Bernie did her best to stare at a random spot on the front of Schmoe's desk, instead of anywhere near his beady eyes or round little face. She felt poorly about disappointing him. She was supposed to be his star pupil, his teaching assistant, his #2, if you will.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly, after Josh had a go. His answer was good though, y'know? "You're probably disappointed because.... things could have gone a little better?"

If, like, some kids hadn't danced on tables and make a YUUUUGE mess of the classroom? "But aren't you disappointed in eeeeeveryone, sir? Like those first years?" Bernie did peek up from her beanbag now, to try to read his face. Would there be a big question mark there or a size five sad Schmoe expression or the usual ANYWAY AnYwAy anyway man? "I'm sorry that I tried to discipline them to help you, sir. I know that's your job." She should have just tried to take points away instead, like she did last year.

ArianaBlack · 10-12-2020, 02:14 AM

SPOILER!!: Gryffindors, smh

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Josh happened to like peppermint toads so he wouldn't have really minded, especially the smell. But, for the record, no her hands were not sticky and yes he was indeed holding hers. Or, well, he HAD been until she pulled it away but he chalked that up to them being inside the office and the need for him to tug her nervous self along no longer necessary. Smiling at her as she flopped over into a beanbag chair, the sixth year chose to remain standing...at least until he was told it was okay and appropriate for him to sit. More life lessons that had been knocked in to him. So, arms folded behind his back, back of one hand to the other's palm and feet about shoulder width apart, he waited on somewhat baited breath until Professor Schmoe entered and shut the door behind him.

And as the man sat...Josh wondered if that was his cue to sit or...what? "...may I sit, sir?" he asked warily. Though if there was anyone who wouldn't have THAT kind of reaction, it would be the Muggle Studies professor. Plus Bernie was already sitting to chances were it was okay. His shoulders straightened and stiffened along with his posture as Professor Schmoe addressed them both and wetted his lips before speaking. "...because our actions completely derailed your lesson plan...and someone could have gotten hurt..." And his Glisseo had caused the man to fall right there in front of everyone in the middle of the classroom like a fish flopping around on the deck of a boat.

...which was a thought he obviously left to himself.

"...and, well, since you say disappointed I suppose that could also imply that you did not expect us two in particular to be the source of such chaos."

Probably not something he should feel proud of, and he WASN'T really ... but also he kind of was. Doing something unexpected and supposedly not on brand for himself.

Anyway.

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Oh! Ohhhhh, dear darling ol' Schmoe was disappointed, was he. Bernie did her best to stare at a random spot on the front of Schmoe's desk, instead of anywhere near his beady eyes or round little face. She felt poorly about disappointing him. She was supposed to be his star pupil, his teaching assistant, his #2, if you will.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly, after Josh had a go. His answer was good though, y'know? "You're probably disappointed because.... things could have gone a little better?"

If, like, some kids hadn't danced on tables and make a YUUUUGE mess of the classroom? "But aren't you disappointed in eeeeeveryone, sir? Like those first years?" Bernie did peek up from her beanbag now, to try to read his face. Would there be a big question mark there or a size five sad Schmoe expression or the usual ANYWAY AnYwAy anyway man? "I'm sorry that I tried to discipline them to help you, sir. I know that's your job." She should have just tried to take points away instead, like she did last year.

If he hadn't been so preoccupied with being disappointed, he would have likely looked confused. Why was the boy still standing? Ah. "Please do," he replied wearily. It was hard to be angry when Mr. Miller was being so polite. Bernadette, too, was unusually quiet and well mannered at the moment. Perhaps something he ought to cherish while he had the chance. Not that he could do so, as he was still trying to workout how one ought to be when disciplining students who have caused trouble. Disciplining was his least favorite part of this job. Shame he couldn't leave that to the Headmaster, who (as of late) seemed to take a liking for intense discipline measures.

His beady eyes moved from one Gryffindor to the other, waiting quietly. Turning towards Mr. Miller, Finneas nodded slowly. Between his explanation now and his earlier admission of purposefully misinterpreting instructions and letting competition get the better of him, Finneas could see that the sixth year understood where he had gone wrong. Hopefully the young man was being genuine, though Finneas did believe him either way. Bernadette, however, was a different case entirely. He wanted to believe that she understood as well, though it was more difficult to tell.

Finneas didn't answer either of the questions right away, instead he took a moment to consider his reply before speaking. "To an extent, yes," he started. "However, as fourth and sixth years, I expect you both to be examples for your younger peers." The little ones certainly took more cues from their older classmates than they did from their professors. "You are both among my best students." They both always put effort into their work, that's all he could ever ask for. "I can, er, understand that we all make our mistakes. But I will be expecting better from you moving forward." He paused for a moment. Did they understand?

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