Do hope all of you children have been… behaving..

i-fein-tu:

I will see you in detention.

I look forward to it, sir.

Do hope all of you children have been… behaving..

i-fein-tu:

In case you don’t know, I don’t care to have a sense of humour around students. Care you change your tone?

No, I don’t really care to change my tone. Care to loosen up, Professor?

Do hope all of you children have been… behaving..

i-fein-tu:

Because you are teenagers.

But that’s stereotypical, sir, however true it may be.

Do hope all of you children have been… behaving..

Of course, Professor. Why wouldn’t we be?

we call it mundane ;; open para.

adenadelaide:

Aden’s face contorted itself up as his nose wrinkled and his eyes squinted, showing the disgust of the class. Not that there was anything outwardly wrong with History of Magic, but there were only so many things to be relearned. “I have to say I hate that class, blimey, well that must be fun.”he drawled as he scratched at the back of his neck, his nails rubbing into his nape.

“You’re actually not half as bad as I expected you to be.”he introduced, finding that most people were odd or rude. “I mean a lot of people are rude lately, lots are really into their own drama and throw it back at us innocent victims I mean.”he explained as he shrugged.

Aaliyah nodded vigorously in agreement, furrowing her brows in distaste. “It’s really a bloody pain,” she muttered, running a hand through her hair. “But I’ll get through it; I opted for a semester class instead of full-year.” To hear that a Prefect wasn’t fond of a class, greatly amused her.

"You expected me to be bad?" She asked, feigning mock hurt. Although she must admit, most people she had the chance to meet this year had surprised her in some way. "Most people are rude all the time," she chuckled, "but yeah, they seem to be more concerned about themselves already. You’re not so bad yourself," she said, shooting him a smile.

georgehaynes:

“Sixth.” George said, but he wove a hand dismissively. “Whatever. I would bet that the inside is much cooler.” He began, wanting to say more, but Aaliyah was still so far away and she probably wouldn’t catch all of it. It didn’t matter, he would tell her another time. 

George closed his mouth and laughed, watching her as she came down. He ran a hand through his tousled hair and stepped up to her, crossing his arms over his chest as well. He bit the inside of his cheek and felt a chill go down his spine as an awful gust of wind blew over the pitch. George frowned, and muttered, “Geez, it’s still September, it shouldn’t be so nippy out.” The thought that it would be a brutal winter passed his mind and he shuddered before answereing Aaliyah’s question. 

“I ate earlier. What about you? Not hungry?” He guessed. 

"And my bet would be that the outside is far more interesting," Aaliyah grinned. If he thought the inside was cool, she’d have to take him through the Forbidden Forest. She’d suggest it to him later when she wasn’t hanging upside down and this high in the air.

At his laugh, Aaliyah raised a brow. “What? Don’t like my dismount?” Gazing around, she shuddered at the strong wind. She was used to the cold, but she had to agree. “Bloody ridiculous,” Aaliyah muttered, nose wrinkling in distaste. “I bet it’s probably because the summer was quite warm,” she mused, linking her fingers behind her back. 

Shrugging, she answered George’s questions. “‘m afraid that if I were to attend dinner, I’d bite everyone’s head off,” she chuckled. “I’ll eat later.”

we call it mundane ;; open para.

adenadelaide:

Aden arched a brow, but shrugged not really commenting further. The boy shifted his feet, only pausing once, before perking up his brows. “I am.”he scoffed stubbornly, his face screwed into a fit, but relaxed as she laughed it off. The blonde managed to be quite the tease, or well, the jokester anyway.

“It’s a combination of my parent’s name; Adrianna and Aven.”he shrugged as he swung his hands behind his back, entangling them why while he stared at the books. “What’s the essay on then?”

Aaliyah shrugged, raising a brow at his defensive attitude. “So you think you are,” she teased, placing her hands on her hips. She enjoyed someone she could have a light conversation with, considering most people are uptight and all they do is study. Although half the people she seemed to be running into lately were definitely interesting.

"Well it’s definitely inventive," she smiled, stifling a yawn. "History o’ Magic, what else?" Shrugging, she took the book out and opened it, revealing the vast majority of her essay. "Most boring subject with the years longest essay."

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