Nora
”Thaaank you Miiister Deeeeenniiiis!”
Jones grinned as the kids waved at him and walked in two lines towards their art class. He was currently sitting on one of the desks that were pushed together in groups of 4, leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs. His hands were laced together in front of him, separating only to give a general 'salute' to her students. “I’ll see you lot outside.” A few of the girls giggled and the boys got excited, slapping high fives before they were all out of the classroom. It was really funny how some of the students didn’t believe that he was really who he said he was until they saw his Jersey and asked him all sorts of questions that 'only the real Jones Dennis would know'. Sure, there were some students in her class who weren’t Puddlemere fans, but they were still interested in seeing a real Quidditch player up close.
When the last student was out of the door, he turned back to Nora, still smiling as he leaned forward. “Quite a class you’ve got there.” Since her feet were already touching the ground since the desk was so short, he was able to stand up quite easily, making his way over to the bulletin board that was nearby, just observing some of the artwork her students had given to her. He actually had to tilt his head to the side to try and make something out, his eyes narrowing as he focused in on the massive grey and red blob that was on the paper. "They seem like good kids." He seemed a little distracted, since he was still trying to figure out what the picture was supposed to be, if it was anything at all.
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