>>6160931“Ummm…Ma’am, I don’t think we should be having any beer, root or not, when our next class has apples that pop out inch long spikes if you pick them wrong or cabbages that can bite your foot off.”, Em says, despite taking her plate and bowl.
“Hahaha! You two will be fun; it’s a just sweet soda with a different flavor derived from sarsaparilla root and vanilla. I have my quirks but I am not handing out alcohol to underage girls on a weekday afternoon.”
“So, a weekend would be okay, Professor McDougal-Cross?”
“Just Cross is fine; and who knows. But? I left that worthless man 20 years ago. Just keep the name out of sentimentality.”, and sits down with her own plate. “And while sometimes frowned upon, some of the greatest Diviner’s in history have used alcohol and more to help them interpret the mysteries of the future!”, and give you two a wink.
Crap. She might be a bit kookier than you thought.
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Your new favorite thing in the world had become chocolate pie. Aside from your sisters, parents, waffles, and doing dumb dangerous thing; almost wanted to see if the Professor could just go and grab the rest of the pan for you. Yet, the clock was ticking before Herbology, so with the meal mostly done? It was time to get to brass tacks.
“Ma’am? You had some… ideas? Things to talk about?”
“Ah, yes. Almost forgot, what with a nice meal and the two of you being interesting. So? I have been teaching for almost 40 years-“
“Wait, what? You-you look like you are only that old at best! Are you part-Veela too?”, Emmy shouts out over stolen bites of your sandwich.
“Ah, you two are, then? No; nothing like that. Good skin and hair-care routine, plus some herbal aids, Miss Emily. But… in that time I have not seen something quite like what happened in class today. My teacher’s, teacher, I believe she had though. Once. I have taught many, went to school with a number of twins.”
“And?”
“Most are normal… no. That isn’t a good term. Fall within certain expectations. Seen those who are no different from if they were No-Maj twins. Those were some that were better at magic versus one or another; one strong, one weaker. Where one received the “better” traits and the other the “lesser”. Those that were as different as could be. Even those who always seemed in synch, much like you two… But never those throwing out the sticks and would get the same result over and over. Believed perhaps it was some little trick you learned to mess with people. I do not think it is, though. The Xylomancy twigs I gave you, Miss Emily?”
“What about them?”
“They were weighted. Meant to play another little joke on people. There is no way I can think of them landing the same way has the hand-crafted ones I gifted you, Miss Jennifer, and in those same formations so many times without fail, though. Well… one, I suppose.”, and she just brought up the bottle to her mouth… a bottle you noticed had a peeling fake label that implied it was something far more than just a soda.
