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Aug 30, 2017 16:44:54 GMT -7
Post by parvati patil macmillan on Aug 30, 2017 16:44:54 GMT -7
“Didn't have the knack for teaching it,” Padma corrected herself about her criticism of Professor Trelawney, “though I'm not sure who does.”
To each one's own, Parvati supposed. She still maintained that the woman was perfectly skilled at teaching Divination; it was everyone else who treated it as some kind of a sham. It was rare that anyone would have a true Inner Eye, which was probably part of the problem; it was unrealistic to expect that an entire class of thirteen-year-olds would all possess the skill or have the patience to understand it. (Even though she hadn't turned out to be a Seer, either, that didn't change her ability to divine the future by other methods.)
On the more pressing matter, that of their birthday, Padma agreed with Parvati that her sons' birthday wishes, having been of their own volition, were “vastly superior” to those of the prompted variety. “Especially when they overcome their teenage sleep schedules to do it.”
It was so true, Parvati thought, still laughing. Her niece and nephew hadn't needed any reminding, either, from what Padma told her. She had received an owl from them that morning, and she said that she thought that they sounded as though they were doing well. “Not quite the same as seeing them in person, though,” she sighed.
“I'm not saying that we should switch places for a day,” Parvati smiled, considering that perhaps that day—hypothetically speaking, of course—would need to be a Saturday so that she couldn't do anything to cause an international faux pas, “but we are identical.” No Polyjuice or advanced levels of Transfiguration were required for either one of them to pass herself off as the other. “And our foreign guests are still here for half the year,” she added, so there was always that excuse—probably the better option of the two—on the table.
@padma
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Oct 3, 2017 18:53:13 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 3, 2017 18:53:13 GMT -7
Parvati didn't respond any further to her comments on Professor Trelawney, which was probably for the best. Her sister loved Divination - and her gifts - and that was the thing that really mattered. Through her laughter, Parvati had a number of solutions to the situation of wanting to see her children in person. One of those was switching places for the day, which she would have considered seriously when they were twelve - identical or not, she didn't think she could have successfully imitated her sister these days. Still, the thought was entertaining, and she laughed. "Best not. I've spent too long cultivating an intimidating air; I'd be a horrible counsellor."The other was the Triwizard Tournament, and while that was generally speaking a good idea, it still seemed somewhat inappropriate to take advantage of her position. Tempting, but inappropriate. Still there was a third option, although it was rather more of a long game approach. "Or I could quit my job and come work at Hogwarts. They're hiring, right?" She was joking, but she had to admit, the idea had some appeal. She always had wanted to be a professor. parvati patil macmillan
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Oct 6, 2017 10:20:32 GMT -7
Post by parvati patil macmillan on Oct 6, 2017 10:20:32 GMT -7
Padma was quick to claim that the “intimidating air” that she had established for herself from having worked in politics for so long would be detrimental to her trying to switch places for a day. While she hadn't seen much of her sister at work over the years, Parvati knew enough to know that her sister's demeanor did change between settings, although she supposed that the same was true of most people.
She would grant her that maybe the thought of switching places for a day was ill-advised and slightly juvenile, but Parvati also thought that her sister was underestimating herself, trying to claim that a Legilimens who dealt with people all day couldn't pick up on her identical twin's mannerisms and tone well enough to be her. Parvati faked a cough into her elbow, eyeing Padma as she did. “Bollocks.”
When her sister said nothing about using the Triwizard Tournament to her advantage, Parvati considered that maybe to do so would have been taking her position a step too far. Then again, Ministry officials had done much worse to abuse their power.
“Or,” Padma introduced another thought, “I could quit my job and come work at Hogwarts. They're hiring, right?”
Parvati hoped that Padma was only joking. Leaving her position at the Ministry—something for which she had worked for years—for a job at Hogwarts seemed to be a ridiculous proposal. Becoming the school counselor at Hogwarts hadn't been in her plans, either, but the timing had been right; she hadn't felt as though she was throwing away everything she'd done at Witch Weekly. The school did have some vacancies, Parvati knew, but she wasn't going to encourage her sister to sabotage herself.
“Yes,” Parvati laughed, “there are vacancies to fill for September.” She continued to cross her fingers that Padma wasn't getting any ideas from her. “Though the Defence Against the Dark Arts post isn't cursed anymore,” she reminded teasingly, “and I'm afraid you're over-qualified, regardless.” The ability to navigate through different cultures and languages and systems of government, as Padma could, was invaluable to the Ministry.
“And you wouldn't be the favorite child anymore!” Parvati became increasingly melodramatic, adding in a “gasp” of shock. It was warranted, simply because Padma was her twin and she could mess with her. “After forty-thr—four years!” Padma was intelligent and successful; that was a solid fact. That wasn't to say that Parvati wasn't bright, but—in comparison to her sister—she knew that she couldn't compete. “How in Merlin's name would you cope?”
@padma
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Oct 7, 2017 23:35:45 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Oct 7, 2017 23:35:45 GMT -7
Apparently Parvati thought that her protestations that she couldn't possibly be a good counsellor was rubbish. Padma glanced around quickly - there were a few tables between them and the next, and no one in the restraunt was part of her Department - before she responded with a smirk. "Maybe. Handling touchy foreign ministers is practically the same skill set as handling touchy teenagers, isn't it?" Parvati was unconvinced by her proprosal that Padma take a position at Hogwarts. And while Padma's reasons it wasn't her best idea mostly related to what Dean would have to change and giving the children room to grow on their own, Parvati said that she was overqualified, even if there were vacancies. "Who said anything about Defence Against the Dark Arts? I might want to teach, oh, Ancient Runes, maybe, or Arithmancy." Both of those jobs had strong professors at the moment, she knew perfectly well. They'd never take her for Defence if there was an ex-Auror available, anyway. With Parvati's melodramatic gasp and exclamation that she would lose her title as favourite child after 44 years - which Padma would dispute, because she'd definitely lost that title for the five years she was in India - Padma had to laugh. "Please, you've been the favourite as often as I have. For years you were the one far more likely to provide grandchildren. And you're not flitting off around the world and -" her voice changed to mimic her mother "- too busy to make time for your beloved parents." parvati patil macmillan
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Oct 8, 2017 15:02:40 GMT -7
Post by parvati patil macmillan on Oct 8, 2017 15:02:40 GMT -7
“Maybe,” Padma smirked. “Handling touchy foreign ministers is practically the same skill set as handling touchy teenagers, isn't it?” Parvati—who could only imagine how difficult some other countries' politicians were to work with, but who understood dealing with teenagers constantly—laughed.
Fortunately, her sons seemed to have moved beyond the stage of feeling as though nobody understood them, though it was always an interesting time when she saw that she had a session with a second- or third-year student on her schedule. Puberty was an awkward time for everyone, and, while she understood from having gone through it herself and having teenage sons, there were still instances where she had to reassure thirteen-year-olds that having acne was not the end of the world.
“Probably,” Parvati agreed. From what she understood, some other countries' governments simply could not be swayed on what should have been simple issues of foreign policy. Transferable skills could be found in unexpected places.
But not so transferable, it seemed, that Padma was interested in teaching Defence Against the Dark Arts. “Who said anything about Defence Against the Dark Arts?” she asked. “I might want to teach, oh, Ancient Runes, maybe, or Arithmancy.”
She also countered the claim that she had been their parents' favorite child for all of their forty-four years of life. “Please, you've been the favourite as often as I have. For years you were the one far more likely to provide grandchildren.” Fair, thought Parvati; their mother had been especially persistent with that request. “And you're not flitting off around the world and—”
As soon as Padma began to imitate their mother, Parvati laughed even harder. “Thank you, Mummy,” she joked. She knew that their mother meant well, but sometimes her expectations weren't always the most realistic.
“It was nice to be the favorite for five years,” Parvati considered, though there had been times where she wished that Padma could have swooped back in to rescue her from getting so much of their parents' attention. “I told her that you would come back to Britain. And you did,” she added. “And you gave her a grandchild before I could, so I think she forgave you,” not that she had been too far behind in having her sons, herself.
“But you'll have to ask Zytka or Dominick about Ancient Runes or Arithmancy,” she teased, though doubtful that either of her coworkers were interested in giving up their positions—or that Padma had a genuine interest in taking them. “Diplomatic immunity doesn't work for everything.”
@padma OOC: Padma's lucky it's IC January here, because she just joked about taking Dominick's job. LMAO.
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Nov 5, 2017 22:27:20 GMT -7
Post by Deleted on Nov 5, 2017 22:27:20 GMT -7
Padma didn't think her imitation of their mother was very good, but it didn't need to be to get her point across and make Parvati laugh. Padma loved her mother dearly, but she could be a bit much sometimes. "She does it when I'm away for a week even, and of course I'll be back. It's easier when the kids are home to share the affection." And the attention, of course. "If diplomatic immunity changed hiring considerations, I'd worry!" she agreed with a laugh. "And I've heard nothing but good things about both of them as teachers." Padma didn't expect either of them would want to retire, but she was sure she could measure up to her standards much better for those courses than Defence or some of the other wandwork heavy courses. Maybe in a few years - she still had work at the Ministry to do. It was as she settled her mind that the waiter brought over the food, placing it in front of them neatly. "Oh, it looks delicious, thank you," she said with a bright smile, and then to her sister - "Bon appetit."parvati patil macmillanAND FADE TO FOOD.
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