<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=246457.msg12232712#msg12232712">Quote from: Ink Slinger on 11-04-2016, 23:40:21</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/><strong>Name:</strong> Aimee Ryan<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong> First year Silver Student<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Interested<br/><strong>Clothes:</strong> Outfit (http://www.polyvore.com/aimee_winter/set?id=65118572)<br/><strong>Tag:</strong> Trent (Mxy) <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong><br/><strong>Location/Date/Time:</strong> Bean There Coffee house, October 7, 11 AM<br/><hr/><br/>Damn hearing her name from his lips made her all tingly in her special womanly places.  They weren't in class and she wanted to worm her way into his good graces, make him see her as more than just his student.  She understood the need for distance in the classroom.  Authority figure, student, blah blah blah.  But she also thought at this level, students and teachers could interact socially and be peers.  Perhaps she was just young and naive, time would tell.  <br/><br/>Her eyes followed to the images he pointed out.  Two of the three she'd already decided on.  The third he pointed out made her examine that photograph again, swaying her towards choosing it.  She'd always been like this when decided on work to show, examining and picking apart her work until the very last minute then just going with her gut.  For the most part, her gut hadn't steered her wrong.  <strong>"Objective input is appreciated.  Sometimes I'm too close to my work."</strong> The small confession made her blush slightly.  As if he'd somehow read between the lines and know how exposed she felt when someone else looked at her work.  <br/><br/>A wide smile curved her lips upward as he sat.  She picked up her triple shot mocha and took a sip.  <em>Mmmm heaven</em> she thought with a little sigh.  As discussion turned to the book she neatly tucked her photographs into her portfolio.  Once she made her final decision she'd have to mount and matte them, but that was a project for another day.  She had a hard time picking her favorite of the series.  She'd grown up reading them with her big brother.  <strong>"Hard to say, but if I had to choose one, I actually think I would go with the finale, <span class="bbc_u">Deathly Hallows</span>.  Except I think Harry not really being dead was kind of a cop out."</strong> She snickered a little.  Yes, children read the book.  Yes death was a pretty heavy thing to deal with.  But come on, by the time Potter Generation was reading book seven, they were old enough to deal with it.  Not every ending had to be happy clappy.  Most likely she was in the minority on that opinion however.  <br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><hr/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Bean <em>There</em> Coffee</strong></span></span></div><hr/><div class="floatleft">(http://lovelace-media.imgix.net/uploads/79/b055e5c0-59f3-0131-d0ba-12526a2ff523.gif)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/><strong>Name:</strong> Trent Carpenter<br/><strong>Sortment:</strong> Professor<br/><strong>Mood:</strong> Day off relaxed<br/><strong>Clothes:</strong> The picture, no tie. With black jeans &amp; boots.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Bean There Coffee house<br/><strong>Date &amp; Time:</strong> October 7, 11 AM<br/><strong>Tag: </strong>Aimee (Ink Slinger) <strong><em>[Closed]</em></strong></span><br/><hr/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 10pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><br/>Trent really did relate, he could see the artist that was hiding in her soul. Suddenly thinking about why she had joined his class didn't leave him so confused. He himself had dabled with other forms of art including photography. But he was a painter at heart. Clearly Aimee's passion was photos. <strong>"I do the same with my paintings. It's not a bad thing a fresh set of eyes is always helpful. If you ever need my input feel free to let me know? Perhaps I could ask the same of  you?"</strong><br/><br/>It was difficult this day and age to actually find someone who didn't have a hidden agenda. Aimee didn't seem to have one the girl was clearly in love with art. Trent was positive this sort of relationship would be beneficial for the both of them. Little did he know that Ms. Ryan did hold a hidden agenda, granted if the girl was straight and not his student he could be holding his own agenda as well. That was neither here nor there as neither of the two people sitting at Bean There Coffee House were aware. <br/><br/>Trent raised his brow in thought at the book she chose it was an interesting choice more so with what she said about it. <strong>"Really? Huh, I hadn't really thought about it. I did find it odd he didn't die, though. Interrupting the prophecy and all the way it was said. But I suppose a sentence could be deciphered in many ways depending on who's reading it." </strong>He chuckled shaking his head, <strong>"I have one student who doesn't read properly and always asks the most obvious questions. Pointing it out gets daunting. Guess that student would think Harry was a snake or something odd."</strong> <br/><br/>It amused him so much he chuckled a bit too hard. </span></span>