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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Nov 1, 2011 18:00:47 GMT
[/center] Brent stood up and picked up his students' assessments from his cluttered desk. These particular assessments were for his Hufflepuff Defense Against the Dark Arts students that had to be handed into to their head of house; today was the deadline. He'd already completed and delivered the assessments for the students in Slytherin, Ravenclaw and Gryffindor students. Well, he'd finished the Hufflepuffs' a long while ago but had never really gotten round to actually handing them over to Keith.
He straightened the papers on the part of his desk which amazingly was not covered in anything before tucking them under his arm and leaving his office. Brent walked down the stairs to the first floor, stopping to gossip briefly with a few of the older students, who were making their way back to their common rooms before curfew, on his way.
The Muggle Studies classroom soon entered his line of sight. Instinctively, he clenched his jaw. He'd always hated Muggle Studies, finding it boring and knowing all of the answers due to the fact that he was Muggleborn. Brent even preferred History of Magic to Muggle Studies, something his friends had often teased him about when he was a young Gryffindor at Hogwarts.
Not bothering to put on a smile that would have to be a fake one, he knocked loudly on the door...[/ul] |
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Post by Keith Blackwood on Nov 3, 2011 9:23:24 GMT
Keith, who had come across his old habit of lethargy for the third time that week, stared at the papers to be graded on his desk, it was such a daunting task, but that was what he got for barely doing any practical work. It was always book work and Keith was paying the price now, he would give anything to be out and about feeling the after effects of Halloween, it had been quite a feast and even after a day it still burned in the back of his mind.
Unfortunately for Keith his wishes were granted in a way that he almost wished he took back that wish.
It wasn't that he disliked Brent McKinney it was just that...well they had their differences and to say they were friends was a sore mistake, it occurred to Keith just then that he had not received the grades for the students in his House taking Defense Against the Dark Arts, years ago homework grades had been handed out by the Professor teaching the particular class but over the years the faculty had developed a more accurate way to do things, the Head of House would hand out the grades for homework instead, this way it was less work for most of the members of the faculty (unfortunately it didn't benefit Keith that much.)
Realizing that he was so deep in thought that he hadn't told the person waiting outside (which was probably Professor McKinney, it was the only person plausible to be wanting to see him at that time, Nadia was out being a girl and Ella was off with her friends), Keith shouted out a quick "come in", before going back to staring at the papers he had to grade.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Nov 4, 2011 20:32:04 GMT
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Post by Keith Blackwood on Nov 5, 2011 10:03:12 GMT
Keith had almost been expecting the irritation that came, almost being the key word, so it came as to no surprise when Keith had to fight the urge to bite back something rather insulting, he calmed himself with thoughts of what Ella would say though; "Aren't you meant to be responsible? You're a Professor after all, you break up fights and all that stuff, I'm the kid."
Mustering up all the "responsible" behaviour in him that he could Keith looked up from the papers and smiled, it was something he picked up from Nadia, always do the unexpected when least expected, somehow when Nadia had actually said it all Keith could think of as a response was that what she had said was a tautology according to his standards.
"So I'm going to assume now that you didn't come here just to pay a visit to a friend now did you?"
Taking particular care to emphasize friend Keith almost shivered at how much like a Slytherin he was behaving, Nadia was rubbing off on him and not in a good way, but it was oddly satisfying to try and depict how Brent would react next and plan his next move, it was like one big battlefield but the stakes were lower.
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Nov 5, 2011 16:09:50 GMT
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Post by Keith Blackwood on Nov 6, 2011 21:30:08 GMT
The irritation side of Keith wanted to kick something, but the Professor in him made him act like the twenty-eight year old that he was, Keith didn't know what part of his mind made him do what he did next but he rationalized later that he rarely did something with reason.
"Please, sit down, we're not getting any younger, and I believe papers can wait."
Keith smiled, it wasn't a smile that beamed fake, but it wasn't genuine either it was one that signaled that what he had said before wasn't a question, it was a statement.
(OOC: Sorry Connie for the short reply! D:)
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Post by Brent McKinney-Jackson on Nov 8, 2011 19:44:16 GMT
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