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Post by mackenzie clara reid on Sept 13, 2013 5:06:36 GMT
 There weren't an awful lot of people who came in here, probably because of the crying ghost. But Myrtle didn't bother Mac much. The only thing about Moaning Myrtle that bothered the sixth year was that sometimes she wondered if she would end up like the ghost. She sincerely hoped not. It wasn't that Mac didn't like the ghost, actually when she got past all the weeping, she thought that the bathroom's occupant was fairly good company. Not that she'd tell anyone that. Of course not. No one thought she was good company, so why would she go around broadcasting it? It just wasn't something that Mac was ready to get bullied for. She really wasn't too sure that she would get bullied for it, but why take that risk? She didn't like to make waves, especially when those waves were aimed at her.
Kenzie sat in the far corner next to a window, which always bugged her. Why did a bathroom have windows? Even if they weren't next to the stalls, did people really need to be looking outside after they went pee? Who washed their hands and thought “Oh, I have to see what's outside right at this moment”? Kenzie couldn't think of anyone. The window didn't even help with light right now. It was rainy. Mackenzie didn't mind the rain, actually she really enjoyed it. She thought it had a soothing sound and afterwards it smelled kind of nice. But this wasn't just rain, there was thunder and lightning. She couldn't even concentrate on a little essay.
Myrtle had flooded one of the back corners of the room. Kenzie was sitting with her knees bent, feet flat on the ledge where the window was so the water couldn't touch her. She didn't mind Myrtle flooding the room. It meant there would be some quiet. Kenzie liked quiet. But it really wasn't that quiet today. Maybe if it had been sunny things would be different. But it was rainy, and everyone was inside. She could hear the students running through the halls. People slipping from coming in soaked with rain water. But she didn't look up until she heard someone open the door. Her eyes got wide, wondering who her intruder was.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 22, 2013 11:08:57 GMT
Once upon a time, Bast Leporarius had loved the sound of a rainstorm but those days were now gone. Rainstorms now scared her, sent her into a panic. It was a miracle that she was able to finish her last class of the day though she did end up being extremely irritable and had to dismiss her students early. Not that they had complained but, still. The professor would apologize for her behavior next time. After the last student left, Bast had her own, personal problems to worry about. The small office in her classroom served as temporary sanctuary as she nibbled on chocolate in a corner while gently rocking herself. It took awhile but, finally, she felt calm enough to attempt a Patronus. The woman popped the last piece of chocolate in her mouth and savored it, feeling the sweetness start to melt in her mouth. Her mind drifted to happy. The day she saw her brother after those horrible years. A small grin made its way to her face as she remembered the relief and the joy of being free. The happiness peaked and she felt it was time.
"Expecto Patronum!" The spell was cast and out from her wand came a full grown, silvery thestral. Her friend, guardian, and protector. Its effect on her was instant. Bast simply stood there for a few moments to bask in its warm glow but a sudden thunderclap jarred her back to reality. Might as well take a walk and make sure everything was fine before returning to the tent. It wasn't necessary to go there now and she didn't feel like getting wet so in the castle she would stay until the rain died down a little. Happily, she had no need to worry for her pets. Those two dumb blokes could sleep through anything and the rain didn't bother them. Lucky bastards.
Bast's train of thoughts ended there as she climbed down to the second floor with her patronus by her side. Wait. The teacher froze. She hadn't meant to get on this stair case. Well, she did but she didn't expect it to sneakily move her destination. Goddamn things. Why do we even bother making them move? Oh well, might as go check on Myrtle. The trip to the haunted loo was quick and... rather wet. Bass was forced to put a waterproof spell on most of her lower body. With that on, she was ready to enter. "I swear by Merlin's underpants, Myrtle. You'd think eighty years of doing this would be enou-" She suddenly stopped her rant at the sight of a student. Mackenzie Reid to be exact, if her memory was correct which it was. A good, quiet student and one of her own, Bast took a small liking to the girl. "Oh hello Miss Reid. Might I ask why one of my own badgers is in this gloomy place on a gloomy day?" Gloomy was a good place to describe the place. Wet and gloomy. Her silvery thestral, currently wandering around the expanse of the room, made the place much brighter though, at least in her mind.
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Post by mackenzie clara reid on Sept 22, 2013 18:37:48 GMT
The occupant brought a light source. Even before Mac had found the person with her eyes she knew who it would be. There weren't a whole lot of people around Hogwarts who just walked around with their patronus, though she thought some of the students might if they knew how to conjure one. Mac had read all about them. She really wasn't the most studious person in her class, and she definitely wasn't the smartest, but the patronus charm had interested her immensely and she had been practicing when she could. The only progress she had made was the faint stream of silver light that shot from her wand and then disappeared. Maybe Mac would never be able to make a full patronus, but she was determined to at least make a non-corporial one. Not that she had told anyone what she had been doing. Or attempting to do anyway. Being able to make a patronus might not have been something that she could get teased over, but if someone knew she had been trying and was continuously failing, well that was a completely different matter. Maybe she just didn't have a happy enough memory. The thought had occurred to her one day after a Charms class. Nothing really traumatic had ever happened in Mac's life, so maybe it was just that much harder to think of an exceptionally good memory. Whatever the reason, Mac was at a stand still with it.
In any case, that hadn't been what had brought Mackenzie to this particular room. Instead she had been trying to write a small essay for Transfiguration. Normally writing an essay wouldn't have taken this long, but Mac realized that she didn't really want to write it just now. Maybe it was because procrastination was a common word in her house. “Mackenzie Reid, stop procrastinating and do your chores.” “Mackenzie, we have to leave in an hour, get your bum off the phone and in the shower!” She wasn't a bad kid, but there always seemed to be something more important to do.
Perhaps it was good that someone had come to disturb her. Of course Mac knew that that probably hadn't been the intention, but it was working out well. She just kind of wished it hadn't been Professor Leporarius. It wasn't that Mac disliked this teacher, quite the opposite, actually. It was because Mac had developed a bit of a school-girl crush on the teacher. Something else she wouldn't be telling anyone. She didn't need people making fun of her for that too. Not because Bast was a female, people for the most part had come to accept that little detail about Kenzie and just moved on, but because Bast Leporarius was a teacher. Kids were not supposed to like professors like that.
“Hi, Professor.” Mac felt her cheeks get warm and knew that a light blush would be visible on her cheeks. It was bad enough that Kenzie had a crush on a teacher, but it was her Head of House to boot! In her defense she didn't really think that Professor Leporarius was that much older than her. A few years maybe. If Mac had been an adult, things might have been a little different between them. No, that's really not a good train of thought to have, Mac, she mentally scolded herself. “Well, I don't mind the rain, and this seemed like a quiet place to enjoy it. I mean, if you can get over the flooding.” She gave her professor a shy smile and closed her papers around her book. “I think Myrtle is in a drain somewhere though. She left when I told her a quicker way to flood the bathroom would be to open a window.” Her eyebrows pulled together, having just realized why that had made the ghost upset. Myrtle couldn't open a window. Maybe Mac should have offered to do it for her, but it would still remind the ghost that she couldn't do it herself. “I can leave if I'm not supposed to be here...?” What should have been a statement sounded more like a question. Mac was never really good with confidence.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 27, 2013 4:10:24 GMT
Bast was just barely paying attention to the student speak. The words were barely processed but their basic meaning remained clear to her. It wasn't that she was tired, lazy or just didn't feel like listening. It was just that it was already habit for the pureblood. A habit developed with the skill of being able to understand even while not actually listening. Though quite a useful skill, it was kind of necessary for her, even when she was a young girl. She never had a super sharp mind or was any good at paying attention no matter how hard she tried; and long, detailed explanations only served to confuse her further. So, she developed the skill of using body language, tones of voice, and context to help her understand. Of course, words were a necessity to the equation but they weren't as important. The lesson 'actions speak louder than words' was learned quickly.
"Myrtle, Myrtle... I suppose she is okay but...." The teacher mainly muttered to herself. She was fine with the ghosts of Hogwarts but she couldn't help but wish for a few of them to finally pass on to the next world. Ghosts like Myrtle and Peeves for example. The two of them tended to get on her nerves but there wasn't much she could do. "No, no. You're allowed to be here and even if for some odd reason you weren't then I wouldn't stop you. It isn't dangerous for anyone if you do, so long as you don't make Myrtle too angry." Bast sighed as she perched herself next to the younger girl. "Are you okay? You look a tad bit flushed." She gently put a hand on the student's forehead and compared it to her own body temperature. Though a bit warm, she doubted it was anything serious.
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Post by mackenzie clara reid on Oct 8, 2013 18:43:19 GMT
This situation was just a little uncomfortable. Mac knew how to deal with professors in a classroom setting. Even in Defense Against the Dark Arts, the subject that Bast taught, Mackenzie knew where her place was – behind a desk and doing her work for the most part. Her homework was always turned in on time, even if it wasn't always done exceptionally well. Mac was a pretty decent student. She didn't always understand the subject matter but she read and did her best. That was what she was supposed to do. So in class she could deal with her little crush on her professor. Didn't all students have them on a professor at one time or another? It was completely, one hundred percent, normal. It was because they were out of the classroom that had Kenzie feeling so awkward. Were they still professor and student now, or were they just people having a normal conversation? It felt like a little of both and that was just too confusing for Mac's mind to handle.
“Myrtle doesn't bother me at all. I mean, the crying can get a little annoying sometimes, but she's a ghost so there's not a lot else she can do to get her point across I think. And when she has company she isn't completely horrid. But I probably shouldn't have said that thing about the windows. I was only trying to make her feel better, but I think she took it the wrong way.” Mackenzie ran a hand across the surface of her book while she was thinking, and froze when her professor's hand touched her forehead. Was she okay? Well, actually professor, I'm just really more into you than I should be, was what she thought. But she couldn't exactly admit to her professor that she had a crush. It was awkward and embarrassing.
Instead she just smiled a little. “I'm fine. Nervous, I guess. I thought whoever was coming in was going to get mad for the state of the restroom, or tell me I shouldn't be in here.”
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