I thought she'd been teaching there since the days of the Founders at least. She's mean enough to live forever. Such a keen insight in the teenage mind. One would think you were a teacher yourself *grin*
Not that she'd ever let a big game stop her from giving us reams of homework Quite. I've had my share of students sighing over the way teachers' assignments interfere with their busy social lives. That's teachers for you. They just don't get 'priorities'. Mean-spirited lot.
uptight, overly-punctual Gorgon at the gate great image!
Hooch could entertain herself with naughty fantasies about her (a favorite technique for dealing with intimidating players). Hooch has some excellent strategies. No wonder she came to be such a successful player.
At one point, Hooch saw the headmaster throw her a questioning glance, and Minerva nodded. Great and telling glimpse of their working relationship.
And it's not just a young people's place. Plenty of old women go there, too. Er, well, I mean. . Bless their dear little hearts.
Maybe, just maybe, a winter spent holed up with a battle-axe wouldn't be so bad.
After all, every warrior needed one.
What a terrific final line - built up so beautifully during the story.
A thoroughly enjoyable read, this was. Hooch and McGonagall at their very best, and I do love me a bit of good Kittyhawk. What a pleasure to find it on a Monday morning - quite reminded me of the old Trainspotting days.
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Not that she'd ever let a big game stop her from giving us reams of homework Quite. I've had my share of students sighing over the way teachers' assignments interfere with their busy social lives. That's teachers for you. They just don't get 'priorities'. Mean-spirited lot.
uptight, overly-punctual Gorgon at the gate great image!
Hooch could entertain herself with naughty fantasies about her (a favorite technique for dealing with intimidating players). Hooch has some excellent strategies. No wonder she came to be such a successful player.
At one point, Hooch saw the headmaster throw her a questioning glance, and Minerva nodded. Great and telling glimpse of their working relationship.
And it's not just a young people's place. Plenty of old women go there, too. Er, well, I mean. . Bless their dear little hearts.
No, but I didn't pay them too much I love your Hooch. What a great way to turn around a cliché.
Maybe, just maybe, a winter spent holed up with a battle-axe wouldn't be so bad.
After all, every warrior needed one.
What a terrific final line - built up so beautifully during the story.
A thoroughly enjoyable read, this was. Hooch and McGonagall at their very best, and I do love me a bit of good Kittyhawk. What a pleasure to find it on a Monday morning - quite reminded me of the old Trainspotting days.