Bubba and the Jets PV Winnie Harper

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Winnie couldn't quite remember what her experience with Professor Lécuyer was like before the fall that had claimed most of her memories, but he had been extra kind to her since her return to Hogwarts. He had pulled her aside after her first class back and ensured her that he would help her catch up on the homework she had missed, and that she was welcome to use his classroom if she needed a quiet space to study.

So, on a Sunday afternoon, she walked down to his classroom. She was wrapped in a cashmere pink cardigan, a white tank, a pink plaid mini-skirt, and white thigh-high socks. She had wrangled her impossibly long locks back into a half-style, complete with a large pink bow.

She hesitated when the sound of music caught her attention, she knew the professor kept a phonograph machine inside of his classroom, but she wasn't expecting him to be present during her studying session. Although, maybe she could ask him something she had read in the OWL prep book her grandparents had sent her. A hand pushed the door open, "I'm so sorry for interrupting, Professor, but I was wondering--."

She blinked over at the room's only other occupant in confusion, before something clicked. "Oh! I know you!" Her pink flat tapped against the stone tile as she approached the younger Ravenclaw. The satchel she was carrying was placed on the desk as she plopped herself down into a chair next to him, a hand sweeping her hip length copper hair over her shoulder to avoid sitting on it.

"You came to visit me while I was in the hospital, um... Bubba, right?" She remembered his name because it sounded like something her mother would have named one of their sheep.

Note: Permission to godmod Professor Lécuyer was given to Bubba and I (because I am Professor Lécuyer).

He was now down to half an inch of his essay remaining. He'd actually managed to get into a good flow and make real progress. He still thought it was too long, and it felt like he was repeating himself, but if the professor asks for twelve inches, dam nit, they get twelve inches. He, now more than ever, just wanted to be done with it so he could move on to the next one. It was quite tedious, doing one year's homework while trying to make sure he learned the material for another so he could hopefully transition back to the correct year in the summer.

He had been deep in thought when the door opened and a familiar voice spoke to him and he just responded without thinking, "I know I'm smart but there's really no need to call me professor," he said without looking up. It was then that he realized he'd somehow gotten discombobulated. He was trying to write with the sugar quill while the actual quill was in his mouth, "Shit," he exclaimed doing a spit take before using a handkerchief to wipe the ink away from his mouth and finally looking up to see who it was.

He recognized the girl as Winnie, whom he'd accidentally visited at St. Mungo's when he was there to see his grandfather, "Oh, hello," he said cheerfully as he went slightly pink with embarrassment from the mishap, he took his spare parchment off the chair next to him before nodding towards it, "Have a seat, plenty of room."

She looked cute but that outfit was a bit loud for him, still, he wasn't wearing it, and as long as she was happy in it that was all that mattered. When she pronounced his name he had to stomp himself from going indignant. "Well, it was kind of an accidental visit, I just saw a classmate and was kinda nosy," he said before gently correcting her, "And close, it's Bub, like Bubble, and the well Bah, like the sheep, Bubba, not Baba," he wasn't a bloody sheep.

Interacting: @Winnie Harper
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Winnie blinked over at the younger Ravenclaw as she watched the entire scene unfold; the ink, the spit take, the cussing. She couldn't stifle her giggles or stop the smile that curved onto her lips. "I'm not sure that statement holds up well when you're trying to write with candy." She teased, "as much as the ink stained mouth looks good on you, might I suggest investing in some lipstick next time?"

The Ravenclaw giggled again at his explanation of the proper pronunciation of his name. Bubble. That word would definitely stick in her mind, so long as she didn't lose it again. "Mr. Bubba not Baba, I wasn't trying to insult you; sheep are adorable and very intelligent. They have great memories, and form friendships with other sheep too. Also, they have scent glands on their hooves... Actually, scratch that, who wants to smell out of their feet?"

She placed her elbows on top of the desk, her cheek resting against the palm of one of her hands as she leaned in. "Well, accidental or not, it was kind of you. I didn't have a chance to have many visitors before I was— Her smile fell as she had a sudden flashback, the sterile cold hospital, a ward with padded walls, unending nightmares—no, she couldn't think of that, not here. "... Transferred to another hospital."

"Erm... Also... I wanted to apologize for... Askingifyouweremyfiancé." She bit down on her lower lip nervously, her cheeks burning read as she quickly stumbled over her apology, "I-I had just woken up from a week long coma and uh... I wasn't exactly right in the head. I lost all my memories. I mean, I still don't have them all but they're starting to come back and—is that a Beatles record?" She asked him, her embarrassment quickly forgotten as her mind quickly 'squirreled' when she saw the 'Help' album sitting near the phonograph machine.

He really wanted to be annoyed by her little jab at him but the truth was it was cute and well-earned by him. "What can I say?" He shrugged in a half-hearted manner, "Sometimes you just need to put your foot in your mouth," he said with a smile. He laughed at her lipstick barb and instinctively wiped at his mouth again in case he missed any before adding with sufficient 'attitude', "Sorry, I left my scarlet queen on the nightstand. It's not pink but I think it really suits me," he finished with a hearty wink.

Bubba was... what was the word... charmed? Charmed was as good as any, as she extolled the virtues of sheep. It was quite interesting to him and she was certainly dropping sheep knowledge on him that he'd never heard before. So much so, in fact, that he wondered if he was going to end up remembering her as the sheep girl. All he knew about sheep was that they were covered in wool and tasted good with mint jelly. Then she talked about their feet. That... was weird. "I... did not know that," he said in a bemused tone, not exactly sure what to say, "Is that like human feet pics? Sheep foot smells?"

He smiled kindly at her as she thanked him for visiting him. It was nice to hear it meant something to her even if it meant nothing to him. As she kept talking, however, he detected a shift in tone in her voice and wasn't sure of what to read from it. He decided that if she wanted to elaborate she could but he wasn't going to press, he didn't know her well enough to feel comfortable doing that. He was surprised she'd had to go somewhere else though, he thought St. Mungo's could treat anything, he shuddered at the thought of something so severe you had to go to another hospital. "Well, it looks like you're recovering nicely which is the most important thing - and nice to see."

He could tell she was embarrassed as she apologized for asking if she was his fiance. He looked at her understandingly as she explained why. He could only imagine what it was like to wake up in a hospital without any memories, not knowing who people were. "It's ok, I was just worried I'd had one of those mental blocks or something - like I don't know you have a weird day, take the wrong potion, boom - engaged," he said jokingly. He then saw her give an interesting facial expression when she saw the album. "It is," he answered, "I was listening to it right before you got here."

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When Bubba took her comment in stride, Winnie decided there and then that the two of them were going to be great friends. "Well, if it means anything to you I think you have the confidence to pull off a bold hot pink lip." She giggled, her head tilting as she took him in, "But I think I prefer the whole ink-stained, tortured soul thing."

Winnie was starting to get ready to apologize for going off on another tangent when Bubba asked something that confused her. "... What are feet pics?" Surely he didn't mean pics as in photographs, right? Why would people take pictures of those unless it was like a scenic view on the beach or accidental. Where they like picks you wore on your feet to break the ice? None of it made sense.

She hadn't realized how tense her shoulders were until the boy offered her another smile. A sigh of relief almost slipped past her lips, thankful he didn't seem inconvenienced by her confusion at the hospital. There was a voice in the back of her head, however, telling her that he was only being kind because he thought she was a lose cannon who had jumped off the owlery tower instead of a victim would had been tossed. "It's been a long journey, but I'm getting there."

"Well, if you take out the potion you're pretty much describing exactly what happened to me," The redhead admitted, not realizing how on the nose Bubba was with his comment about a potion. "They told me I had a fiancé when I woke up, so I was trying to find him."

"Bubba, you have good taste in music." She slid out of her chair, stepping closer to whatever surface the younger Ravenclaw had left the album on to look at it closer, "I remember that... My Grandfather used to love the Beatles... He had all of their records."

A sad smile crossed her features, "He used to play them for me when I was little."