shh i'm reading (professor mckinney)

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Isobel wandered along the corridor towards Defence Against the Dark Arts, her nose practically glued into a book. She usually detested people who went around like that since she thought it was unutterably lame, but her dad was making a new film based on a book and had asked her to read the book so she could give her opinion on how decent the script was compared to it. She only had until tomorrow to get it finished - but she was also unbearably hooked and using any spare time to finish it.

Almost crashing into several walls and cannoning off door frames like she had no sense of her own spatial mass, she somehow made it in one piece to the classroom. Raising a hand, she knocked absently, still reading, barely paying attention to what she was doing. Without waiting for a response, she pushed the door open and wandered in, flopping down at the nearest desk and continuing to read.

All in all, she wasn't particularly acting in the contrite manner you would probably expect a student being punished to act in. She was, however, dangerously close to tearing up over the lead characters' profession of love for each other, and highly likely to snap at anyone who interrupted her. Basically this was not a good recipe for detention with a rather bad-tempered teacher.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

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Isobel barely heard Professor McKinney. She was halfway to waving a hand at him to make him go away like she would to her peers when common sense penetrated hard enough into her book-absorbed fog to make her stop. She quickly lowered her hand and looked up from her book, blinking as though coming out from a dark room into bright sunlight.

"I've got eight pages left," she informed the professor with her best pleading look, "Please can I just finish it? It's so good! Tom is about to tell Agatha how he feels and I just need to know how she reacts, please. I promise I'll be super good afterwards, I'll write my whole essay in silence and I won't even ask why you're in such a bad mood."

Clasping her hands under her chin as if about to literally beg him, Isobel gave him the desperate pleading look that usually worked on men who had food that she wanted and her father and the guy who wasn't supposed to give out free samples in Honeyduke's. She was not overly confident about how well it work on Professor McKinney - but, she reasoned with herself, if he denied her she could always just behave perfectly frightfully throughout the detention. She had to do an essay, yes, but that didn't mean she couldn't challenge herself to fit as many Hangover references in it as possible or make insightful comments about the fashion sense of boggarts.

[Brent McKinney-Jackson]

[/i] Brent thought to himself as Isobel looked up. It's a book for Merlin's sake! Brent had never been the type of person to read lots of books, unless they were DADA related and weren't too mind-boggling; then he'd give it a go. Possibly.

"I don't care how many bloody pages you have left! I think your education is a little more important than the love lives of fictional characters." he cried in exasperation, "And I am not in a bad mood."

Brent thought that maybe someone should write a story about his severly messed up love life (a large part of the reason he was in a bad mood). It would probably be more exciting than whatever cheesey crap Isobel was reading. Then again, though it may be more exciting, Brent didn't want people knowing that he'd gone and cheated on his wife with his best friend. Brent didn't even what to think of it himself.

"Don't give me that look, Jones." Brent grumbled. It wasn't working on him. Only Chase Jackson could pull a similar face to that and have Brent give in to him.
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