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STATUS: Is it just me, or does MHGen feel so so much easier than 4U? 9 yrs ago
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So it begins...
M'lord,
Should I dispose of the Order personnel before they reach our hiding spot?
I only jest, but in all seriousness....I think a warning is in due order.
Should I dispose of the Order personnel before they reach our hiding spot?
I only jest, but in all seriousness....I think a warning is in due order.
Amelia Hawkins - The Potions Professor
To start, Amelia offered her fellow compatriot a radiant smile in response to his introduction. His little slip did not escape her however as she quietly observed their interactions with one another while she stole a seat to perch in a spot opposite of them. Lofting an eyebrow at the electronic device that was produced before returning her gaze to her fellow professor, the Headmistress of Ravenclaw gently took his hand into hers as she briskly shook it with her own introduction.
"Amelia Hawkins, Professor Crane; and the pleasure is mine, Miss Green!" She spoke warmly and encouragingly to the little one as she shook her hand in turn, even as she began the use iPad. "Fair warning though Miss Green," the clever witch spoke amicably of the situation. "You'll be hard pressed to find an electrical outlet in Hogwarts to recharge that thing....it may be best to save it for an emergency. I doubt you'll find any books you'll need here on the Muggle internet....If there is even a connection."
Turning back to her new found compatriot however, her fingertips slowly rose and gently scratched at the neck of the small arctic fox that lay lazily draped over her shoulders. "You are quite right however, Professor Crane." She began, maintaining a mostly rigid formality in with the audience of one student, and even more who may or may not peek into the compartment. "I am here as the new Potions professor, sadly, my old mentor decided that it would be best that I take his place. He was always quite the puzzler, really. Not only that, but the letter of invitation I received also stated that I would be the headmistress of Ravenclaw."
Subduing a mild bout of laughter quickly at the situation, she looked to Mark with the slightest hint of apprehension. A spark hidden within intellectually enticing eyes as she continued, this time with a far less serious tone to disguise her unease. "I believe that I may have bitten off far more than I can chew!" She admitted, reaching inside her robes to extract her book and idly toying with the ribbon that marked where she had left off.
"Though in the end, I suppose we'll see, so....no matter." Brushing the dismal topic away and returning to a more inquisitive gaze to her opposite, she continued to speak. "Well, Professor? I'm willing to guess that this school was also once your home, what house we're you in? I am a former Ravenclaw myself, and you look to be my age....or at least roughly. Maybe perhaps we met once, but cannot remember it." Cracking an amused expression at the thought of it, Amelia's hand swept across her book and it promptly opened to where she had left off.
"Do tell me a little about yourself, won't you?"
To start, Amelia offered her fellow compatriot a radiant smile in response to his introduction. His little slip did not escape her however as she quietly observed their interactions with one another while she stole a seat to perch in a spot opposite of them. Lofting an eyebrow at the electronic device that was produced before returning her gaze to her fellow professor, the Headmistress of Ravenclaw gently took his hand into hers as she briskly shook it with her own introduction.
"Amelia Hawkins, Professor Crane; and the pleasure is mine, Miss Green!" She spoke warmly and encouragingly to the little one as she shook her hand in turn, even as she began the use iPad. "Fair warning though Miss Green," the clever witch spoke amicably of the situation. "You'll be hard pressed to find an electrical outlet in Hogwarts to recharge that thing....it may be best to save it for an emergency. I doubt you'll find any books you'll need here on the Muggle internet....If there is even a connection."
Turning back to her new found compatriot however, her fingertips slowly rose and gently scratched at the neck of the small arctic fox that lay lazily draped over her shoulders. "You are quite right however, Professor Crane." She began, maintaining a mostly rigid formality in with the audience of one student, and even more who may or may not peek into the compartment. "I am here as the new Potions professor, sadly, my old mentor decided that it would be best that I take his place. He was always quite the puzzler, really. Not only that, but the letter of invitation I received also stated that I would be the headmistress of Ravenclaw."
Subduing a mild bout of laughter quickly at the situation, she looked to Mark with the slightest hint of apprehension. A spark hidden within intellectually enticing eyes as she continued, this time with a far less serious tone to disguise her unease. "I believe that I may have bitten off far more than I can chew!" She admitted, reaching inside her robes to extract her book and idly toying with the ribbon that marked where she had left off.
"Though in the end, I suppose we'll see, so....no matter." Brushing the dismal topic away and returning to a more inquisitive gaze to her opposite, she continued to speak. "Well, Professor? I'm willing to guess that this school was also once your home, what house we're you in? I am a former Ravenclaw myself, and you look to be my age....or at least roughly. Maybe perhaps we met once, but cannot remember it." Cracking an amused expression at the thought of it, Amelia's hand swept across her book and it promptly opened to where she had left off.
"Do tell me a little about yourself, won't you?"
I look forward to writing a response! ^_^
It's because you're better than me, Salty. XP
Either way....I find myself playing more handheld games than console or PC as of late.
Either way....I find myself playing more handheld games than console or PC as of late.
I has a Treeko in Y. Courtesy of Salty. XP
I still need to IV breed one. @__@
I still need to IV breed one. @__@
WE HAVE SEVEN RAVENCLAW STUDENTS?!?
When did we get so many?!
When did we get so many?!
Amelia Hawkins - The Potions Professor
From the edge of her vision as her gaze did not avert from her book, Amelia simply watched as the two boys exchanged glances with the arrival of her company. First, one had spoken to admit knowledge of the other's wrongdoings, and the other admitted an apology to his own error. In Amelia's mind, it was not necessarily to her that they needed to ask forgiveness.
"You should apologize not to me, but the Muggle you struck." She began first, after the inquiry as to what she was doing on board the express. "But that will wait, we are due to depart soon. I cannot have you missing the Train, now can I?" Deftly snapping the book closed, the Professor lofted it tightly into her fingertips before tucking it away into her robes and smoothly transitioning to a stand. Turning towards the door and sliding it open, her gaze turned to a gravely cold sense as she eyed them both calculatingly for a brief moment.
"As the headmistress of Ravenclaw, I expect maturity from my students who are beyond their fifth year; do try to make a better second impression. You are correct however, I am the new Potions Professor. You may call me Professor Hawkins, if you'd like."
Heavy words hung upon the air then, before she swept away back into the corridor and away in her swaying, graceful stride. Reminding her that it is more often than not best to remain aloof of her students and even more so of the ones that belonged to her House. For as headmistress, she must always remain balanced and unbiased; no matter the cost. Every student is subject to the same rules and law as any other, no matter the history or bloodline that student may have.
It was a rule she had learned and adapted from Professor McGonagall, years ago during her own years of learning at Hogwarts.
Striding on through the corridor as students respectfully made way for her to do just that, Amelia finally came upon a cabin that was much quieter and far less crowded. Leaning into the door frame slightly, she caught the gaze of an older man who was closer to her age and someone who looked to be a relative of his, by the way she clutched onto his hand. Looking at them both as they looked to her, she would inquire politely to Mark, whom she might hopefully soon be his guest.
"Do you mind if I join you two? I won't be a bother or anything of the sort."
From the edge of her vision as her gaze did not avert from her book, Amelia simply watched as the two boys exchanged glances with the arrival of her company. First, one had spoken to admit knowledge of the other's wrongdoings, and the other admitted an apology to his own error. In Amelia's mind, it was not necessarily to her that they needed to ask forgiveness.
"You should apologize not to me, but the Muggle you struck." She began first, after the inquiry as to what she was doing on board the express. "But that will wait, we are due to depart soon. I cannot have you missing the Train, now can I?" Deftly snapping the book closed, the Professor lofted it tightly into her fingertips before tucking it away into her robes and smoothly transitioning to a stand. Turning towards the door and sliding it open, her gaze turned to a gravely cold sense as she eyed them both calculatingly for a brief moment.
"As the headmistress of Ravenclaw, I expect maturity from my students who are beyond their fifth year; do try to make a better second impression. You are correct however, I am the new Potions Professor. You may call me Professor Hawkins, if you'd like."
Heavy words hung upon the air then, before she swept away back into the corridor and away in her swaying, graceful stride. Reminding her that it is more often than not best to remain aloof of her students and even more so of the ones that belonged to her House. For as headmistress, she must always remain balanced and unbiased; no matter the cost. Every student is subject to the same rules and law as any other, no matter the history or bloodline that student may have.
It was a rule she had learned and adapted from Professor McGonagall, years ago during her own years of learning at Hogwarts.
Striding on through the corridor as students respectfully made way for her to do just that, Amelia finally came upon a cabin that was much quieter and far less crowded. Leaning into the door frame slightly, she caught the gaze of an older man who was closer to her age and someone who looked to be a relative of his, by the way she clutched onto his hand. Looking at them both as they looked to her, she would inquire politely to Mark, whom she might hopefully soon be his guest.
"Do you mind if I join you two? I won't be a bother or anything of the sort."
Actually, editing that in now!
Well...posting now mean. XP
Well...posting now mean. XP
I will be, shortly. Fret not!
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