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Professor Wynn Carmichael. Yes, Art is a real class. No, you cannot take a nap during it.

[lady-walker-blog]

-grins at the compliment- I spend a fair amount of time in that room as well. I’d prefer my allergies not go completely bonkers whenever I spend any extended period of time there because of the years of dust you’ve allowed to accumulate in every nook and cranny. -almost starts to protest but changes her mind- It is my birthday and I deserve to indulge a bit. Yes, you can serve me tea. Just don’t throw it in my face, okay? -starts walking towards his office-

[professor-carmichael-blog]

I can solemnly promise that no tea will be thrown in your face. Besides, I've more than an inkling that that'd get me sacked-- not exactly something I want to happen, after all. -walk walk walkin' and POOF at door bc i say so- C'mon in. It's all tidied up; no paint brushes or anything to trip over. -opens door w/ key or s/t and leads her in and goes straight to some kettle thats probably over the fireplace like in hagrids hut and AGUAMENTI or w/e the water spell is to fill it with water-

[lady-walker-blog]

-cringes- Sounds like your pretty standard dumping. Hopefully you weren’t too hard on the old girl. -snorts- D’you know how many hours I spent over the holidays cleaning and arranging that room? I mopped, Carmichael. Mopped. Have you ever mopped anything before? It’s a right pain in the arse, so no, I will not be doing that sort of redecorating our— -blinks- D’you want some tea?

[professor-carmichael-blog]

-furrows brows- Uh, no. No, I don't think so. -smiles slightly and dare i say FONDLY- Yes and you did a right good job. So, um, thank you for that, since you didn't actually have to do any of that in the first place. -blinks confusedly bc abrupt subject change- Er-- tea? Well, uh, sure. Yeah, tea sounds good. But-- here. Let me get it for you, yeah? Come along, I've a kettle in my office and curfew isn't for another couple hours or so. Think I've some biscuits, s'well. It'll be a proper-- um, birthday celebration. -sort of nods head in direction of office-

[lady-walker-blog]

-genuinely smiles and fists the handkerchief in her pocket- What a couple of sad sods we are, hm? Not even our own mums like us. S’alright, I suppose. Artists are rarely supposed to be understood, if I’ve heard correctly. -shrugs- You can say whatever you want about her, it’s alright. I think she’s officially lost my sympathy and defense when it comes to people saying horrible thing about her. -eyes him for a moment- You and that straw-haired bint really are over, aren’t you? You’re to the point of avoiding her… Wait, did she try to hex you? I’d love to watch that battle, to tell the truth. -nods- ‘Course I’ll go for you. Just tell me what you need. I’ll also make a pitstop at that stupid parchment store or whatever she runs and do a bit of redecorating on your part.

[professor-carmichael-blog]

-rubs back of neck- Yeah-- yeah, I'd say we are. -does one of those coughing laughs- Hex me? I-- no. No, no. She just-- poured her glass of wine on me, s'all. Nothing too detrimental, I'm happy to report. But I'm assuming you might've found some entertainment in watching, as well. -nods and sticks hands into pockets- Good, thank you. Just need some acrylic paints and a few of those large canvases and-- -eyes widen then tries 2 look stern- Calista, I would advise that you don't do that. I'm the one that incited the argument that lead to the end of our relationship. If anything, it should be my classroom that deserves the redecorating-- not that I wish you to do that. At all.

[lady-walker-blog]

-almost smiles bc she is genuinely touched but still feels funny around him- Honestly, this was the worst birthday I've ever had. I'd hoped to receive a letter from my mum, especially after last week and- -realizes she's rambling and stops- S'just another day, yeah? -clears her throat- Anything you need me to do for art club?

[professor-carmichael-blog]

-still frowning- I-- well, I can't remember the last time my mum sent me a birthday card or just, you know, an owl or anything to say hello. I've sort of learned that... sometimes it's best to be more independent from waiting for things that may not happen; sort of-- -shrugs- Things may not be as planned, but they're what you got and if your mum... if she isn't sending her only daughter a birthday card, then maybe she isn't-- -cuts off and shakes head- Never mind. It's not my place. -blinks- Oh, uh. Not necessarily at the present, but sometime this weekend I have to run down to Hogsmeade to pick up some supplies and I'm not entirely keen on going down the village just yet. Reckon you'd like taking the trip for me?

[lady-walker-blog]

-nods and tenses when he pats her- The day is almost over and you're the first to wish me a happy birthday, so I doubt it's going anywhere, actually. -shakes her head- I don't want your handkerchief as some sort of pity gift, but thanks.

[professor-carmichael-blog]

-frowns- Oh, uh... I'm sorry. If it's any consolation, if I had known earlier then I would've at least wished you a happy birthday, um... earlier. And most likely pre-pie. -clears throat and rubs back of neck- No, no. Not pity. I know it's not entirely appropriate for a professor to've given their student a present on their birthday but you're, well, you're my assistant for the art club, as well. So, I s'pose that makes us... sort of like co-workers, in that respect, and if I had any forethought, I may've gotten you a card or something, because-- well, I do wish you a happy birthday. Unhappy birthdays aren't exactly what one wishes for and I wouldn't wish that on you, either. -nods clears throat again bc rambling-

[lady-walker-blog]

Bleeding hell.

[lady-walker-blog]

-shakes her head- Technically, before it was smashed in my face, it was a birthday gift. I don’t want to ruin that with a pointless detention. -pauses and sort of stares at her shoes before balling the handkerchief up and shoving it in her pocket- I’ll have this cleaned and returned. Thanks… -clears her throat and shifts her weight from hip to hip-

[professor-carmichael-blog]

-furrows brows- A birthday gift? Whose birth-- -eyes widen- Oh. Is it-- um, is it your birthday, then? -smiles and sort of pats her shoulder p awkwardly lbr- Happy birthday, Miss-- Calista. Yes, happy birthday, Calista. I hope it goes up from here, considering that pie being smashed in your face probably isn't the ideal choice of celebration. Are you-- -clears throat and shakes head- Keep it. I've no real need; I've several more back in my quarters, the chipmunks are all yours. Consider it a, uh, fairly mediocre birthday gift.

[lady-walker-blog]

Bleeding hell.

[lady-walker-blog]

-sort of jumps bc it’s hard to see w/ pie in your eyes- Oh— Uh— No— I don’t need— -exhales and takes the handerchief and wipes her face again- Because there is a god somewhere who’s decided my life is a sad comedy, that’s why. -squints- I’m wiping my face with miniature chipmunks, aren’t I?

[professor-carmichael-blog]

-frowns- Would it be safe to assume that you did not, in fact, stick your face into a pie, then? Is there someone who should be given a detention that I should seek out? -goes a little pink tbh bc ~embarrassed and half smiles, clearing his throat- Well, I-- um, I won't tell if you won't.

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[lady-walker-blog]

Bleeding hell.

Lemon stings.

[professor-carmichael-blog]

For Merlin's sake-- -pulls out handkerchief bc he is like an old man tbh- Take this, Miss Walker. Is there any particular reason as to why you've pie covering your face?

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[professor-carmichael-blog]

Have you been to the hospital wing?

No, I have not.