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Post by Izzy Padden on Oct 10, 2008 3:16:28 GMT -5
September 15th - Monday
People kept calling it a waste of time. He was in love and that's all that mattered. Right? Right. Who cares if she's a teacher. Or older. He loves her. And she should know that.
He peeked his head into the classroom, eyes darting around. He was surveying the situation before he made his entrance. Making sure who was there, who was where, who in general. Making sure his beloved professor was there at all.
Alright, so he didn't think things like that. Beloved professor. Not really anyways. Occasionally he had more romantically written thoughts, but most of the time it was either lax or a jumbled mess. Not much room for romantic phrasing. But he did think of her in that light. About every time he thought about her. Which was often enough. It didn't take long for Izzy to realize he was in love with her. Rapid procession between interest, crush, and love. He didn't need magic to know he was supposed to be with her. He just needed to convince her it was true. Which is why he came by so often. Between classes and Quidditch practice. This being one of those times.
Right. No one but her. He casually sauntered into the room, heading towards her. Yes, sauntered.
"Professor Suzuki-" He much preferred to call her Erin, but he was being polite. "I just can't remember what the homework was that you gave us the other day. Can you remind me? And maybe a bit of help?"
He gave her a sheepish grin.
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Post by (Prof.) Erin Suzuki on Oct 10, 2008 3:31:56 GMT -5
Erin Suzuki graduated from Puddlemere University nearly ten years ago and since then she had been here. Student teaching and eventually getting a job as an Herbology professor. It wasn't too long after that that she became the head of the small department and rather settled into her life. No, she didn't get married like her parents wanted her to and she didn't follow into her brother's footsteps to become the center of attention. She was happy, though. She had a room off of one of the greenhouses where she lived, a few professors working under her and all the plants she could ever want for company. She never, in her wildest dreams, thought that she would have Isadore Padden.
Across the room in the larger of the greenhouses where she taught her classes, Erin was tending to some of the smaller plants across the room. They were just babies and soooo~ cute!
Hm?
Looking up from what she was doing, the brunette almost sighed. Isadore.
"Isadore, I told you to write it down."
Yes, him specifically. He always sat at the very front of the room, right next to her. There was nothing she could do but talk directly at him.
She crossed her arms, waiting for an explanation.
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Post by Izzy Padden on Oct 10, 2008 3:38:52 GMT -5
"I lost it." Good lie. He'd rather not have to lie to get to talk to her. But you do what you have to do. All's fair in love and war, right? So that's fair. If not he'd rather not know.
She was just so...gorgeous. Magnificent. Beautiful. His heart had picked a good woman. Really. She was attractive, smart, making a life for herself. Go heart. Seriously.
"My room mate keeps going through my things. Told him not to."
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Post by (Prof.) Erin Suzuki on Oct 10, 2008 3:51:17 GMT -5
If she could hear the things he would thinking she would probably blush and whap him on the head with something at the same time. Not hard. Just hopefully hard enough to knock some sense into him. Okay, so it probably would have been about as hard as her sweater sleeve but still.
No, she wasn't wearing a sweater, it got too hot in here for that. She was wearing a sort of flowery dress type thing over a pair of jeans. Her hair was down.
She sighed, though it didn't come out annoyed like it would have earlier.
"Okay, but you should have already started on it."
Erin made her way over to a table up front that she supposed she could call her desk. It was mostly covered in plants and tools and a few papers scattered here in there under all the dirt and leaves. The homework was there, though, she had it written down.
...she just had to find it.
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Post by Izzy Padden on Oct 10, 2008 3:55:30 GMT -5
"I'm sorry, Erin. Oh. Oops, sorry. I mean. Professor." Izzy said, following her to the desk. He liked slipping her name in every so often. He liked her name. And he liked saying it. He wanted to be able to call her Erin all the time. Instead of Professor Suzuki. He liked that too, but Erin was better.
He rather liked her cluttered desk. It was cute. Personal. And cute.
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Post by (Prof.) Erin Suzuki on Oct 10, 2008 3:58:31 GMT -5
A slip-up, she was so sure. It happened often enough.
She tried to ignore it, searching around the papers and mess to find the book she kept their assignments in. No luck.
"Um..."
She scratched the back of her head, a look on her face that clearly said she had no idea where it was.
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Post by Izzy Padden on Oct 10, 2008 4:03:05 GMT -5
"Would you like me to help?" It was just formality. He had already started looking. She had a chance to tell him not to though.
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Post by (Prof.) Erin Suzuki on Oct 10, 2008 4:07:51 GMT -5
She tugged at her hair a bit and glanced over at him looking around. She wasn't really worried, just trying to remember what she did with it. Most, if not all of the things she lost in here were because of her.
"Maybe I...."
She glanced around a bit more, and then it clicked.
"Oh!"
And she was gone, running off into her bedroom.
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Post by Izzy Padden on Oct 10, 2008 4:09:36 GMT -5
He watched her run off. Izzy wasn't about to lie. He wanted to follow her. He knew where she went. But he didn't. Because he was more respectful than that. But the point is he wanted to.
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Post by (Prof.) Erin Suzuki on Oct 10, 2008 4:17:54 GMT -5
Dirty little boy.
Maybe a minute or two later she came back out, carrying the book and quite proud of herself.
"I was reading over essays last night while I was in bed and-"
She paused, setting the book down and laughing sheepishly.
"That's none of your bussiness."
She moved on, flipping through the book to find the last assignment. She pulled a piece of spare parchment out of a bit of dirt and started writing it down for him in her bubbly handwriting.
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Post by Izzy Padden on Oct 10, 2008 4:29:59 GMT -5
"You can keep going, I don't mind." He gave her a smile, "I like stories."
He watched her as she went through the book and started writing. Izzy liked her handwriting. It was cute. Just like her.
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Post by (Prof.) Erin Suzuki on Oct 10, 2008 4:34:31 GMT -5
She gave him a look and rolled her eyes. Back to writing. Finishing up she held the parchment out to him.
"You're not going to lose this one, are you Isadore?"
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Post by Izzy Padden on Oct 10, 2008 4:38:42 GMT -5
He took the parchment from her, maybe brushing his fingers against hers. Accidental of course.
"I don't think so. You don't happen to have time to help me with it, do you?"
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Post by (Prof.) Erin Suzuki on Oct 10, 2008 4:40:07 GMT -5
She noticed. She noticed all of it, afterall, it had been going on for a few years now. He was a good kid, though, and she really was happy to help him.
She did have time.
"What do you need help with?"
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Post by Izzy Padden on Oct 10, 2008 4:41:47 GMT -5
"Everything?" He gave her another sheepish grin. He wasn't actually bad at it. In fact he was half way decent. Not great. But good.
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