[ooc: I was just thinking that I don't believe we've ever really had a thread. Great idea. =D]
Lorcan would've loved to have heard all she thought about him. His one, ultimate goal in life, after all, was to be a teacher. And if he couldn't teach Artemis, who could he teach? She was already smart, focused, and diligent - she was practically a dream student.
Her question made him feel as if he was divulging some sort of secret. Which he supposed it could've been, if only he used it. "Well," he said thoughtfully, giving his hair a little ruffle, "when I read, I read out loud. Because if I see, and hear it, it's easier for me to remember." He never would've admitted it after teasing Lysander - but he just read a lot.
"Once you get writing, three feet will breeze by." And that was true, especially if your handwriting was big. For her sake, Lorcan hoped Artemis' was. "I'm never sure how to begin them, because I always feel like I'm telling a story. Like, 'There once was a time when muggles and wizards live happily together!'" He didn't make a scene of them, but he spoke and moved as if he were telling an epic story. With a small laugh, he laid his arms back down on the table and leaned forward. "Any questions?"