* 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐫 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐝 .ᐟ

really?

oh, please — he’s exhausted as shit today, and he’s got his ( thing ) coming up in, like, a week. she’s just being nice, though he appreciates it.

she looks good, too. doing well for herself.

maybe? he doesn’t truthfully remember much from the class, he was only here the one year, and care of magical creatures — while interesting — also wasn’t exactly his first choice of elective.

pretty sure he had pink hair once class. teddy thought that was a hell of a choice for a professor.

no idea, but he’s been around for a hot minute. at least a good fifteen years, and he only graduated ten years ago, so.

tell that to the people who write the job descriptions, then.

no idea, but he’d put his money on smythe — care of magical creatures.

he signed up to teach defence against the dark arts, not correct children’s spelling.

if he has to correct one more third-year spelling ‘patronus’ like ‘patroclus’, he’s gonna lose it.

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𝘄𝗲 just met 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆,
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* 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬.

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single-ship, and pre-shipped. hpoc. era-flexible. open to discussing crossovers.

triggers include: blood, violence, and mental health ( depression, anxiety, etc. )

nsfw content possible, but will always be posted with content warnings, or kept to dm’s.

please be patient w/ replies. threads below.

𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐞 ‘𝐭𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲’ 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐝.

canadian; ex-wampus and ex-gryffindor. hogwarts dada professor and newest teacher. single dad. ex-keeper for the montrose magpies, before contracting a certain lunar affliction. weekend singer at the three broomsticks.

next-gen. mdni. anti-jkr.

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it’s your 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲
on ( * 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 ), too.

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only a lil bit?

he’ll have to try harder next time.

soon.

hoping @gatareigns.bsky.social might be coming over sometime.

as if there isn’t one directly in front of her.

ouch.

definitely not a bike.

he just might. especially because playing dumb is so. . . unbecoming.

she knows exactly what other thing.

save a motorcycle, ride a. . .

he’ll take her up on that.

and maybe the other thing, too.

“depends how much i wanna get done,” he answers, shrugging the shoulder her head isn’t on.

“i want to at least finish up to this week. i can finish the rest tomorrow.”

and then he’s all hers.

which prompts a smile from the mechanic as he’s working at his desk, currently going over this month’s bookkeeping.

some on his laptop, some in his book in front of him.

“i never said ( i ) was going to,” finn winks, already reaching for the creamer himself. he bought that starbucks stuff, so he doesn’t need sugar, either.

brows lift at the next sentence, grinning as he passes over an empty mug.

“or you could just, like, not put sugar in it,” he teases in reply, waggling dirty blond eyebrows at her as he pours himself another cup.

“y’know you want some.”

only one? lightweight.

( he teases, of course. he’s got a pot going, if she wants some. )

that’s so real.

relatable.

— it.

“sure, i’ll take whatever help i can get. it’s titanium and carbon fibre, but the foot looks like a human foot. pretty sure i was wearing nikes when i took it off, though,” finn explains, still leant against the wall, head lifting to look at her better.

“so it’s probably got on a shoe.”

an interesting choice, not meeting eyes. makes her seem suspicious, certainly shifty, but finn doesn’t press it.

curiouser still is the lack of names. an interesting preoccupation, but to each their own. he’s familiar with the practice of distancing oneself, and no names is a good way to do —