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Post by brendan on Apr 21, 2006 20:31:54 GMT -5
Brendan found himself strolling along the third floor, his cherub hands laced together in front of him. Pacing himself in front of the Professor Gallaudet’s office, he was mentally running 100 things through his head. He had spent weeks within the library, trying to come up with a solution to this entire job business and what not. For hours at a time, he would be pouring over books about jobs. He could have sworn he spent more time in that cursed place then not, yet he came empty handed. Yet, staying in the library had its wonders. The times when he wasn’t looking up jobs, he was studying, and he had managed to receive an ‘O’ in one of his potions classes (which he framed and hung up in his dorm of course). His marks were now considered, “A bit above average” which was an accomplishment that he thought he would never per take in. After all, he hated that bloody Library with a passion. He was going crazy having to stay inside. Brendan unlaced his fingers and bit his tongue forcefully before pounding on Professor Gallaudet’s office door a fair few times. He was so nervous, it was unbelievable. Even though they had the most strangest and quite enjoyable conversation about a month ago, Brendan still had to give respect to authority. And was there a better way then getting all worked up. Looking down at his feet, he took a step forward, he not very inconveniently tripped over his untied shoelaces, nearly crashing to the floor. Instead of the floor, he crashed into the door, opening it in the most unpleasant way. So much for decent first-impressions…Ah well... beats the first one anyways. Brendan mused thoughtfully before looking inside the room. He dared not to step in. [ooc: sorry for the extremely late and TERRIBLE starting post ]
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Banks Gallaudet
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Retired Professor
All the Pain held in Your hands are shaking Cold;;Your hands are Mine to hold
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Post by Banks Gallaudet on Apr 22, 2006 22:19:09 GMT -5
Banks thought he kept hearing something outside of the office door, but was not entirely sure what it was. Soon enough the poundings rang, and Banks looked up from the papers. He opened his mouth ready to tell the person behind the door to enter, but the from the next sound his voice would have never been heard. The door swung open as Brendan tripped his way into the door frame.
"Merlin, Mr. Ash, from the sound of that I thought the building was crashing down." Banks said, now standing. "You alright?" he asked, smirking slightly at the boy.
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Post by brendan on Apr 23, 2006 20:57:47 GMT -5
“I wouldn’t be too surprised if the school collapsed.” Brendan mused cheerfully, “This place is old enough now..” He allowed the sentence to trail, for Professor Gallaudet had already allowed for the conversation to lead other in a completely different direction.
“I’m fine meself, but you might want to get that door attended to.” Brendan said amiably with an avid grin looking up at the Professor. Good Merlin he is tall… The diminutive fifth year conjectured as he clambered into the room without an invitation. Gaping at the magnificent room (in his opinion of course) Brendan’s chocolate eyes looked up at the vaulted ceilings willfully. How wonderful it would be to climb those bricks… He would wait until the next time he landed himself in this office.
Brendan declared, “Nice office Professor…” Before taking a seat that he assumed was his own. Yet again, uninvited, but then again, hadn’t he nearly crashed down the door in anticipation uninvitably?
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Banks Gallaudet
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Retired Professor
All the Pain held in Your hands are shaking Cold;;Your hands are Mine to hold
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Post by Banks Gallaudet on Apr 23, 2006 22:07:56 GMT -5
Banks chuckled at the boys first comment about the school. He was right, in a way, but the foundation of the school was probably supported with magic as well as cement. Glancing at the door, he smirked again. In another case he would have been a bit agitated, but after the last coversation with Brendan he knew how clumsy the boy could be. Banks and Brendan were very alike, actually, he realized and had grown fond of the boy.
"Yes, the door. But it can be fixed, no worries." Banks replied, turning back to walk around the desk. "Ah, thank you. I'm still not fully settled but it suits me for now." he spoke, sitting down himself.
Remembering their last conversation, Banks recalled Brendan's uncertainty about his career interest. "Have you given any more thought to what career you might want to take on?" he asked, raising a brow.
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Post by brendan on Apr 26, 2006 15:02:47 GMT -5
Brendan nodded impishly before saying in a similar frolicsome manner, "Yep... An entire two months in the library sulking over at least a gazillion jobs... However finding nothing of even the slightest bit of interest..." Shrugging down and putting his elbows to his knees, he continued looking down at his feet tentivly. Idly, he had been dying in that library, spending more time in that hatred place then not. Good merlin. What was to become of the boy when he left Hogwarts?
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Banks Gallaudet
Wizard
Retired Professor
All the Pain held in Your hands are shaking Cold;;Your hands are Mine to hold
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Post by Banks Gallaudet on Apr 26, 2006 15:07:19 GMT -5
Banks chuckled slightly, "Well, that pleases me to see you tried." he told the boy. Two months in the library. He wasn't even sure if he could withstand that. Banks had never enjoyed reading very much, ever since childhood. He felt the boys pain in that since.
"Have you ever thought about doing something that involved kids? I don't know if you like kids or not. But, perhaps a teacher? Counselor?" Banks decided to throw out there.
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Post by brendan on Apr 26, 2006 15:27:03 GMT -5
Brendan thought about it. He was tired in a way- tired of staying in that bloody library that is. He was generally a bit solemn compared to his normal being, which he predicted was quite normal for anyone not in Ravenclaw. With this knew found thought, he noticed how tired he actually was
Oh the memories of a day care when he was nine- little kids screaming at the top of their lungs, little kids yanking at his shirt to read them a story (Good Merlin he hated reading to those kids repetitily)- Ya. That was defiantly not going to work one day with Brendan’s patience level which was next to nothing. In almost a horrid voice in brutal honesty to Mr. Gallaudet’s first comment, “Na… I don’t have the patience for any aged kid.” With this he shrugged. At this pace they were going to get nowhere.
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