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Post by Professor Gretchen Avallone on Mar 6, 2007 19:03:23 GMT -5
Gretchen walked into her office. She sat down happily in her seat.
"What a day it will be..."
She smiled, dazzle in her eyes. She frowned slightly because of the fact that her fiance hasn't been talking to her for a long time. She sighed, rubbing her forehead.
"I hope he'll turn up soon..."
She began to fold a yellow towel on her lap.
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Post by snape on Mar 6, 2007 19:16:22 GMT -5
Back to his office after class, Severus was surprised to find an envelope on his desk. He was not used to receiving letters since nobody really cared to keep in contact with him, and as a matter of fact neither did he. All he cared about was his lessons and not much else. With a suspicious look on his face he picked up the envelope and opened it carefully as if expecting it to contain a bomb.
It read that the Hufflepuff Head of House and Herbology Professor wanted to meet him in her office. Severus sighed, whatever could it be the Professor wanted to talk about at this time of day. The teachers met several times a week so why could this matter not wait until then. Trying his best not to seem rude he walked outside his office, looked up, checked if the door was really sealed –after all he kept several dangerous potion ingredients in there, and it was common knowledge that the students were only waiting for a chance to steal them- before he finally made his way to the Professor’s office.
He knocked once before he swung open the door –how unnecessary to wait for a response- and walked in “What is it you want to dicuss with me, Professor ?” he asked attempting a smirk
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Post by Professor Gretchen Avallone on Mar 6, 2007 19:25:04 GMT -5
Gretchen looked up from the towel and saw the Professor barge in. She opened to say something but she closed it, shrugging the thought of asking the professor if he had any manners, off. Instead, she raised her eyebrow at the smirk on his face.
"Oh Hello Severus....before I answer your question, what are you smirking at?"
Gretchen was very curious to what that face was for. She should have gotten used to that smirk, seeing it around the halls and at the staff table. She never really how you say, got the idea.
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Post by snape on Mar 6, 2007 19:33:05 GMT -5
"It is nothing you should be worrying about, Professor. In return I could ask you why you were raising an eyebrow at me, but since I have no interest in learning your reasons for raising and lowering your eyebrows I will refrain from asking you that." Severus replied his smirk still in place.
He didn't appreciate people commenting his facial expressions for it was none of their business to know his reason for putting them on.
"I believe you had a reason for arranging this meeting, so may I ask what it is you wanted to discuss with me ?" he asked getting slighly impatient. He certainly had not come here for tea and biscuits.
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Post by Professor Gretchen Avallone on Mar 6, 2007 19:45:30 GMT -5
Gretchen now scratched her scalp, confused. She shrugged it off.
"Well, I'm just going to warn you....if you keep making that face, one day it's going to stay that way and you'll be sorry Professor. Just a warning."
She nodded, smirking, shaking her head to herself.
"Okay, I called you here because I wanted to call you here because....uh....because..."
Gretchen didn't want to seem unprofessional, nonetheless idiotic or anything bad to the Deputy Headmaster infront of her. She had concentrated on the smirk talk so much, that her mind had gotten blank about why she had asked the professor to came by. Gretchen sighed to herself, she knew how small the professor's temper was, she had heard his shouting from the grounds once. It gave her shivers. She thought. Why the devil did I send him here?
"I asked you to be here because I was wondering of you think that it is a good idea for the students to swim in the Black Lake...."
She said the first thing that came to mind. But it was acually a true question that had been clouding her mind ever since she had thought about what to do for the next lesson.
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