RP: Michael, Terry, Wren Who: Michael, Terry, Wren Where: Hogwarts, then dinner and book buying (or vice versa) When: 23rd, January, 2025 (evening) Rating/Warnings: Summary: Michael and Wren take Terry out for dinner and books.
"I don't much care for the Arithmancy teacher, Dad." It wasn't that he was unattractive, though he was; it was he was rude and short; shirty. Maybe, as he proclaimed, their former teacher hadn't been up to snuff, but that was hardly their fault and no reason to take it out on them. Granted, she'd avoided most insults (and from what she'd gathered around the lunch table, the higher years had it worse) but she still didn't like him. Not that she'd ever let it show, kill the with kindness was what she had been taught and she had been unfailing kind and polite to Professor Pettigrew.
"I'm not sure what I think about the new Potions' master either." She continued as they made their way to Uncle Terry's quarters after her Dad had made her go back and get a warmer cloak. "He seems to know his stuff, but he comes across as kind of arrogant. He's not even that good looking. You're much more handsome, and Hugo Weasley's cuter" And he didn't have an attitude either, niether one of them.
"But the Defense League is brilliant. You and Uncle Terry are going to teach me things to, right? So I, or my team, can win?" She asked as her father knocked on Uncle Terry's door. Rushing in, as he opened it and giving him a hug, she kept on, "You and Dad are going to teach me loads of spells, right, so we can win?"