Transfiguration Classroom

[Pansy Parkinson]

"Fair enough," she nodded, taking a step back to have more personal space, since the Death Eater was almost glued to her.
"But I still don't know how to control my emotions well enough to even the strenght of the spells. So I suppose more practice is needed," she added.

[Rodolphus Lestrange]

"Practice is the only way." Rodolphus agreed with a smirk as she backed away. "But why exactly do you let your emotions control you?" He asked.

[Pansy Parkinson]

"It's hormonal, Professor, I cannot exactly predict it," she whispered and turned red. Why were they having this conversation?

[Rodolphus Lestrange]

"What do you think you can do to fix it?" He asked.

[Pansy Parkinson]

"What do YOU think can be done?" she asked, shaking her head.
"Perhaps it's not obvious to you, with you being a man and all, but I can pass from fury to tears in a split of a second, Sir, and still feel the urge to eat all the chocolate in the castle," she sighed.
"My mother locks me in my room and puts shields around it because she cannot take my wand away from me," she smirked. "She never understood I do have some control of it or I would have been expelled," she giggled.

[Rodolphus Lestrange]

Rodolphus shook his head. "You need an outlet." He told her. "Something that will allow you to use your emotions to gain control of them."

[Pansy Parkinson]

"An outlet? What exactly?" she raised a brow curiously. She had never thought of that.

[Rodolphus Lestrange]

"Anything that allows you to vent your emotions." Rodolphus said. "It all depends on which emotions are causing you to most trouble."

[Pansy Parkinson]

"Anger, frustration... Those are very hard to cobtrol," she said. "But I don't know how to vent," she sighed deeply.

[Pansy Parkinson]

"Anger, frustration... Those are very hard to control ," she said. "But I don't know how to vent," she sighed deeply.

[Rodolphus Lestrange]

Rodolphus shook his head. "Anger can easily be used to fuel spells, especially ones that are meant to harm." He told her. "As for venting it could be anything. Maybe simply casting until your rage is spent, or shagging until you feel better."

[Pansy Parkinson]

She gave him a funny look.
"The second option has been taken in consideration," she muttered dryly.

[Rodolphus Lestrange]

"Has it now?" Rodolphus asked curiously. "Who exactly was the considered party?"

[Pansy Parkinson]

"Your nephew," she whispered as if anyone would hear them. "That's until he got busy last year."

[Rodolphus Lestrange]

"That boy wouldn't know what to do if you approached him for that." Rodolphus said with a chuckle.

[Pansy Parkinson]

"I'm pretty sure he knows what to do," she blushed heavily and looked away.

[Rodolphus Lestrange]

"Does he now?" Rodolphus asked with a chuckle.

[Pansy Parkinson]

"Professor," she shook her head in embarrassment.

[Rodolphus Lestrange]

"Yes Miss Parkinson?" Rodolphus asked curiously.

[Pansy Parkinson]

"That's embarrassing to talk about," she said, gazing up at him.

[Rodolphus Lestrange]

"Oh and why is that?" Rodolphus asked in amusement.

[Pansy Parkinson]

"First of all because we are in a classroom," she rolled her eyes.

[Rodolphus Lestrange]

"But it is a private lesson, so no one will interrupt." He reminded. "What is your other reason?"

[Pansy Parkinson]

"It's a private matter," she shrugged, not sure what to say.