Flying Office Hours ((Open RP))

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Mister Weasley was holding his office hour, which were set at "Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays from after lunch until mid-afternoonish". Ron would thus be in his office until the weather changed or until he was hungry again.

The room was filled with furniture that was not quite shabby, but definitely nothing Ron had ordered in. Still, there was a welcoming spirit to the young man's work-space. The texts he selected for his class held a prominent space on his shelf (he made sure to keep many copies in case they needed to be borrowed. He knew from personal experience how expensive books could be).

There were Muggle comics on the door (comics which Ron did not quite understand, but it displayed a flying witch, so he decided it counted) as well as a slip of paper which proudly proclaimed, "Quidditch: For Muggles Too!". Inside there were the kind of motivational posters one might find in a high school, including a poster which, Ron assumed, asserted the magical nature of bee flight. Furthermore, he had the posters of various Quidditch teams on his walls (though the Chudley Cannons' poster seemed to be a bit bigger than the rest).

Still, most of his displays were pedagogical in function. One display that Ron was particularly proud of had two pictures posted side-by-side. One showed a man being shot from a cannon, and had a large NO painted in front of it. It was charmed so that he was repeatedly shot out of sight, and would be an unhappy SPLAT noise whenever a new viewer caught sight of it. Beside it was a much happier picture of a young wizard happily flying off to the distance. Any resemblance the little boy had to a Weasley was strictly coincidental. As was probably guessed, the picture had a bold YES painted on the front.

And that is a brief description of Ron's office, where he was waiting for any students who might stop by, and one student in particular.

In all honestly, Ron did not actually care that much about the incident with the fondue. No one was hurt, when he was younger he got into far more trouble than that, and he was actually pretty impressed that a student had managed to make a polyjuice potion considering how few opportunities for magical training there were. But he felt like it was his duty as instructor and alumni to investigate the issue. Besides, he remembered Shibuya Yuuri as a nice enough lad, and thus no one he would feel intimidated by. He scratched his head. That blond girl was quite insistent that he call Yuuri by the nickname, 'Meow'. He wasn't quite ready to do THAT, but he thought he would work it into his owl somehow. The owl that Mister Weasley eventually did send was sharp and to the point:

Shibuya Yuuri,

I want you to meet me during my office hours as soon as you can.

Meow,

Mister Weasley

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He shook his head. "No, no, you're not intruding!" He stepped around his desk, eager to gain a new student. There was something about her air which made Ron question whether she'd be inclined to learn how to fly without some pressure, and since Ron didn't wish for some witch to suffer the inconvenience of such ignorance, he thought it was his duty to convince her to give it a shot.

Daisy wouldn't want to end up in a cannon, would she?

"I'm Mister Weasley of the Burrow," he said, giving her hand a firm shake.

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Daisy smiles, hinted with a small laugh, "Mister Weasley, do you have a first name?"

There was something warming about this man, strong, but also comforting. She was immediately intrigued with him, maybe as one of her first friends she would make. It was a strange feeling to be so sure of something so soon, but after all this place was like magi-, no, not magic. Coincidence. Everything was seemingly magic, but more of a coincidence.

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"Uh, yes. I do." He gave her a crooked smile that was halfway-to-apology, but not quite there. "But not during office hours. I'm the flying instructor."

He moved to go by his bookshelf. "Have you ever flown a broomstick before?"

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Daisy blushes and shakes her head frantically. "Oh my! Of course you are! I'm so sorry! I'm still getting used to this teacher thing. I always forget that we're similar in age." She looks to the ground and processes his question.

"Flying on a broomstick you say?"

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"Some of us are," Ron answered congenially. "And some of us are real old. And some of us are marshmellow-people who speak like they've had a stroke." Mister Weasley blanched when he realized what he said.

"That's... not a sensitive subject for you, is it?" With his luck, it would be. "And yes!" Ron pointed to the various pictures of wizards and witches happily flying around. "Broomsticks! It's the most fun way to travel. And it's scenic!"

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Daisy laughs to his joke and shakes her head. "Oh heavens no, not sensitive at all." She stifles her giggling and bites her lip, as if afraid to ask the question.

"Is it better than Apparating? I've had to do that with Sev too much this week and it's the most terrifying thing in the world. Just being sucked up like that into no where and then ending up...somewhere!"

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Ron was glad she asked. "Oh, it's much better," Ron enthused. "You hardly ever lose limbs, you can play sports with it, and the subject is taught by a much more experienced professor. I mean, I've been studying at Hogwarts for over seven years."

He did not mention that the last year hardly counted.

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'Longer than Severus?' she thinks, but does not bring it up, as most of the school is against her boyfriend already.

"It sounds lovely! Now, does one have to play sports with it? Or can it be just a relaxing thing?" She furrows her brow, with an inquisitive stare.

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"No, not longer than Snape. I'm not that old and I'll probably not stay here forever because I don't need a place I could properly bully children without getting in troubl-" Ron stopped when he realized what she said. "You're on a first-name basis with Snape?"

He walked over to the book, Trying Flying Without Dying. "And no, you don't have to play sports. Like I said, it could just be a way to get from one place to the other, or to have a ride."

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Daisy bites her lip, blushing, but tries to keep a semi-angry face at Mister Weasley. "Yes, I am on a first name basis with Professor Snape. He happens to be my boyfriend, thankyouverymuch." She furrows her brow and tries to divert back to the flying bit.

"I would love to learn to fly. I think it would be helpful for me not getting so queasy with Apparating."

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He barked out a laugh. "He's been making you call him that?" He shook his head. "Technically it's closer to Nurse Snape. Or Mister Snape. He's not a professor anymore, which is only fair since he turned our last headmaster into a hamster." He still referred to Dumbledore by 'Professor,' but he felt the old man deserved it.

"Come by next time I host a lesson, then. Unless you want a tutoring session." He furrowed his brow. "Are you sure you're dating him?" But Snape was so... greasy.

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"No, he does not make me call him anything. I choose to call him Severus." She glares at the boy, suddenly looking much younger than she, "And yes I am dating him! I think he's a wonderful person and I'm sorry I don't know your history with him, but around me, please refrain from making jokes at his expense!"

She huffs for a moment, looking at the ground and regaining her composure. "I think I should like private lessons, if you don't mind dealing with Professor Snape's girlfriend." She sneers.

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"Well, you can call him Mister Twinkles for all I care, but I don't have to call him Professor Anything anymore. Not that I called him that. You're lucky all I referred him to was 'Snape,' after the bullocks he put me and my friends through." He vaguely wondered what strange magical enchantment Snape cast on this poor girl, but then decided that it probably wasn't that. If Hogwarts made all the blokes gay, maybe it also made all of the girls' tastes loopy. He should check up on Primavera then, and make sure she weren't dating the Baron.

He did snicker at her describing Snape as 'wonderful,' but then just shook his head sadly while he spread his hands. Mister Weasley figured that acting like a martyr might be the only upside to dating Snape, because, really, what better proof was there of martyrdom? "Er, no. That's fine. And hey!" He pointed at her sneer. "Looks like you're really dating him after all!"

Ron was silent for a moment, and could help but to add, "But he's really not a professor..."

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Daisy drops her sneer, rolls her eyes, and makes a low groaning sound in her throat. "Fine! If that's how you're going to be, I'll just go elsewhere for flying lessons. Someone with a better attitude! I didn't do anything to you, besides date someone you obviously do not like. As a professor yourself, I assume you would have the decency to not speak so freely with students about your likes and dislikes. It's highly unprofessional."

She turns to walk to the door, but calls over her shoulder, "And fine, he may not be a professor, but at least he's more of a gentleman than you'll ever be, apparently!"

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Quite frankly, Mister Weasley felt like he had been holding his tongue this whole time (he did not even mention the time Snape made fun of Hermione's teeth, or how he completely unfairly favors Slytherins, or the time he betrayed the Wizarding World for the Dark Lord. For Ron, he had been showing restraint. So he was not shamed at all by Daisy's words, but rather was vaguely amused about how the girl made a huge stir out of nothing. He then figured that either dating Snape made her testy (like it would anyone so he couldn't blame her) or he found a reason why she was desperate enough to actually try the wanker out. Who could stand to date her?

He just twitched his eyebrows in confusion but then just shrugged. "That's fine with me. Just remember: no matter how inviting it looks, the ground will hit you up hard if you're not careful. I'm not trying to be metaphorical; I mean that. The ground can smack you right up. And I didn't do anything, but you just seem keen to act all offended, and I don't want to interrupt if that's what you like to do. But you did do something too, you know. First you said that I should call him Professor, which... is a bit much, considering that's not even accurate and I've known the tosser for over seven years besides. Then you did that thing with your face! I never didn't anything with my face."

He added when Daisy said 'unprofessional,' "There's another thing! I'm not a professor either. I'm an instructor. You don't see me making people call me Professor Weasley, though, do you? And if Snape's what a gentleman's like, I think I'll avoid that hobby altogether. Good day, though, miss!"

What a weirdo.