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Post by Mandrake Black on Jun 29, 2006 0:47:16 GMT
"Yes those are a bother. I could give you private lessons if you'd like. Hogwarts is usually boring so I spend alot of time at the pitch. Just stop by and I will gladly help."
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 29, 2006 1:01:40 GMT
"I'll have to do that rather soon!" She smiled at the professor. She had never thought of one on one tutoring before. She looked out to the lake. It was calm, very calm, almost eary! She frowned slightly and forgot it relitively quickly.
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Post by Mandrake Black on Jun 29, 2006 1:07:22 GMT
Mandrake looked at Grace. she was staring out across it. He stared were she was looking at but couldnt see anything particular. "So how are you and Mr. Boggleworth?" said Mandrake trying to make conversation.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 29, 2006 1:13:18 GMT
Grace was surprised at the question. "Oh, uh, what? Oh, um, fine! I guess!" The furrrows in her forehead were deep and questioning. "How do you know about Bog and me?" she asked.
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Post by Mandrake Black on Jun 29, 2006 1:19:57 GMT
"do you honestly think I dont know what goes on at hogwarts?" said mandrake winking
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 29, 2006 1:22:47 GMT
"Should have known," Grace smiled. "Ears and eyes everywhere, I guess?"
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Post by Mandrake Black on Jun 29, 2006 1:24:26 GMT
"Of course."
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 29, 2006 1:31:25 GMT
"Of course!" Grace giggled. She looked down and saw that the professor was still holding the letter from the hospital. She smiled at Mandrake and took the letter. She folded the letter in half and looked at it. "You know," she thought aloud, "I was so sure it was from Father telling me that he was out of the hospital and how disappointed in me he was that I didn't go to his school and all. I have never been more wrong in my life!" She buried the letter into her deepest pocket and shock her head.
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Post by Mandrake Black on Jun 29, 2006 14:41:12 GMT
"But what can you do. You can wait and hope! He will come through." said Mandrake giving a sad smile.
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 29, 2006 19:29:10 GMT
Grace looked up from her shoes and shot Professor Mandrake a weak smile. "There's a part of my that hopes that you're right," she whispered, "but another part of my hopes- wishes that her never made it through that first heart attack."
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Post by Mandrake Black on Jun 30, 2006 0:30:35 GMT
"Well thats another matter. Whatever that has happened in the past is none of my business. However giving his state I would try to patch things up with him. Thats my advice though, but maybe there is a part in you that wants to hate him. Girls are complex beings. Especially teen ones!" said Mandrake with a chuckle
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 30, 2006 2:13:48 GMT
Grace smiled at the tall man. "When I ly in bed awake," she told him, holding her chin high, "every part of my body aches from hating him but every part aches from not hating him enough." She broke eye contact with him and added sheepishly, "you probably don't want to hear my problems and I certainly don't want to repeat them."
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Post by Mandrake Black on Jun 30, 2006 14:08:23 GMT
"Your problems are your own business and seeing as how we just met, I feel you wouldnt want to share them with someone you just met now would you?" asked Mandrake
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Post by Prof Grace Marks on Jun 30, 2006 16:09:55 GMT
Grace shook her head. She kicked a rock and waited for the 'plop'. She would rather not. "Rather talk about something else. Like quidditch."She looked back at the professor and smiled. "Now, how would I fix my concentrating problem?"
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Post by Mandrake Black on Jun 30, 2006 16:20:54 GMT
"Never take your eyes off the quaffle. Always watch it. Make a quick sacn for bludgers now and again, but never take your eyes off the quaffle. I hope that helps." said Mandrake
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