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 Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 1:00 pm
Professor Von Skrull
Ravenclaw  A loud screeching sound of a guitar rang out as Krauser entered the hall carrying a large metal box on his shoulder. As soon as he entered and he saw the others already at the table he immediately turned the music off then gave a groan. "Darn I thought I'ld be early enough to come jam and test the acoustics in here. I always wondered about it when I was younger. And you wouldn't believe how hard it is to find an enchanted boom box these days. My apologies." He went and took a vacant seat at the table and set down his muggle device sliding it under the table our of sight. Krauser's long dreadlocks just hung messily from his head and his robes where a mess as well. He looked down the table and then turned red in the face and tired to fix himself but quickly dismissed the idea. Instead he pulled candy from his pocket and began to snack idly Seemingly to not want to consume any of the food that appeared before him.
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 2:53 pm
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Alfred Chadwick
Divinations Professor
Proud Hufflepuff
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Alfred sat at the table in his usual seat. He glanced at the new arrival, a new professor he did not recognize. His eyebrows rose at the strange sound coming from the large box the man carried. "Please mind your manners some, as a staff member you are expected to be a good example for the students" the Divinations Professor said.
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 4:10 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 6:02 pm
 Kнιηα ℋαvvα ℛℯℯ∂ωøø∂ Åʀɪᴛʜᴍᴀɴᴄʏ
Khina slipped cautiously through the side doors near the dais, sure that it was unseemly for a teacher to be creeping around. She sadly had few options in that department. She was as late as she could be while remaining true to her math equations. Sighing, she scurried to the closest chair and settled herself in for her first Opening Dinner since her 7th year here at Hogwarts.
She had been working at the school last year, but her equations warned her against making an appearance. So this year, here she was bubbling with excitement and nerves. I wonder if any of those student shall be mine to teach this year...Must make up for last year. How dreadful that was, she thought as she fiddled with her napkin, Well at least this time, the equations say that everything shall be better.
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 6:53 pm
  A loud clacking noise could be heard as Evelyn's heels carried her through the great hall. The chiffon of the black cocktail dress she wore swayed around her thighs, and her long blue curls bounced with every step. She wore an elegant smile while surveying the sea of faces, many of them new and unrecognizable. Eve enjoyed the Sorting Ceremony more than the others, it was a symbol of a new beginning, and it pleasured her to see her past students' growth.
Professor Avery approached the staff table, greeting them with beaming blue eyes and a friendly smile. She took a seat a third of the way down, letting her freshly-manicured fingers linger on the back of her hand-crafted chair. "Hello everyone. Welcome back." Her words were soft and rang like a melodious bell as she kindly eyed her nearby peers.. She reached for the goblet that was laid out in front of her, waiting patiently on the silk tablecloth for her to fill it with champagne. She drank in celebration, not that she needed an excuse to enjoy herself, and she leaned gracefully in her seat as Anya made the opening speech.
Her delicate hands slapped together and drew apart many times in response to each student sorted, marveling at the variety of emotions they expressed. Her eyes were drawn to the dark ceiling above, which imitated the cool, clear night outside, which was dotted artistically with an assortment of stars. 
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 8:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 05, 2011 9:25 pm
Professor Von Skrull
Ravenclaw
Muggle Music Krauser seemed to be watching and counting silently as each student came to be sorted. As he did so he continued to eat candy out of his pocket. Finally after some time he ceased counting and peeked down the table at the other teachers, and the seemed to be staring with an odd amount of concentration.His eyes darted from witch to wizard taking in as much as he could, then he looked out at the sea of students at the tables. Krauser snapped out of his strange gaze and let out a light sigh, meanwhile replacing a handful of candy back into his pocket. He seemed much more somber now. His eyes fixated on the Ravenclaw table, at all the eager minds of his house. He turned his head to the professor who had spoken to him and gave an odd smile."I'm sorry professor... I suppose its the jitters... My first year as a professor, I'm young and quite inexperienced. I would hope one of you will help me along the way.... I would hope to be a well liked man with both the students and my colleagues.""Krauser spoke and then turned his face away before the other professor could answer and starred with a miserable look at the Ravenclaws.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 9:15 am
 Who's making history: The other professors
The whirl wind inside me: Nervous
Inside the pages of my mind Oh I hope this year goes better. Zander was quiet as he moved to his seat at the staff table. Things were very rough for the History of Magic professor last year. He had taken an abesence in the middle of the first semster when his father had fallen ill. Ever since then he never seemed to be able to catch up. Now here they were again at the beginning of the year. 'Now if I can just get through without any mishaps.' He thought with a sigh. Coiling around the one armed professor's leg, Ophelius let out a soft hiss. The serpent sense his master's concern as he placed his large head on his knee. Zander smiled softly at the serpent reaching down to stroke his head. "Here's to hoping things go better this time." He said softly.
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 3:03 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 3:08 pm
Adelinda Oriella Ó Glesáin
"Si, quelque soir, d'un pleur obtenu sans effort
Tu pouvais seulement, ô reine des cruelles!
Obscurcir la splendeur de tes froides prunelles."
The new professor, Adelinda Ó Glesáin, opened the large, imposing doors of the Great Hall and walked in. The skirts of her mint-coloured Victorian style dress slowly swayed, making a soft crinkling sound as their owner's graceful saunter dragged them against the cold, stony floor. The dainty, lace, white fan was clasped loosely her slender hand, bounced against her side violently. The woman was lost in thought, so her head was bent down instead of up, and proud, like it usually would be. The red-head recalled her Grandfather's words.
"I want you to observe your cousin, sway into the family if you can."
Yes, that was Adelinda had to do. 'An impossible task indeed.' She thought bitterly, ruby lips in a thin line. With the tension between the red-head and that woman, it would hard. But, her grandfather's order was absolute. The language professor had to obey. He was a powerful man, the patriarch of a powerful family...and...she owed him. 'I don't know why he bothers...' She thought, taking a seat at the end of the staff table. The woman, grimaced inwardly at the thought. Yeah...she knew. 'Because SHE looks like Grandma, and he's been sentimental since her death.' Adelinda let out a disgusted sigh. She missed the simple days of old. Before the war made her family loose its contacts. Before they used most of their favours to escape prison bars and Dementors. When her grandfather was still in his prime...
Adelinda poured some Elderflower wine into her golden goblet, spilling it when her forest green eyes locked on a figure entering the Great Hall. 'Oh, Merlin!' She thought frowning, bothered by the woman in those ugly, violet robes and the large wine spill on her brand new dress. As Sinclair neared the staff table, the red-head shot a nasty glare at her professor's way as she peered up. 'I thought I'd get to relax a bit more before having to encounter her... Oh, well. Let the evaluation begin.' French Language Professor
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 3:15 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 3:41 pm
Rian laughed,"Ah it is too bad I missed it then. You know better than me how much I love to drink Alex" he added while still laughing. His mood had improved greatly when Alex seemed to not have been angry with him. Now all that was needed was Mira's forgiveness, if she would give him any.
Since she was not there yet he tried to put on a normal expression and not show his worry but was failing miserably at it.
(( OOC: Rian has a heavy Irish accent))
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 3:46 pm
Mira Sinclair
 "Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known."
Mira arranged the collar of her deep violet robes before she walked into the Great Hall. Her wand hand violently twitched before she pushed the door-handle forward, opening the massive doors. 'How odd...' She thought, observing her lightly tanned hand with a confused expression as she quickly walked up the hall's long aisle. The professor's eyes flitted upwards as she neared the Staff Table. Her eyes soften they caught sight of Rian talking to his co-worker. She had been quite busy because of her art patron, Mister O'Doherty. He had ordered thirty-three portraits, each for a member of his clan. She still wasn't done despite working all Summer.
Mira's gaze shifted a bit to the left, to another red-head. Her eyes widened in shock before they narrowed into a cold glance of amber. There she was...Adelinda, shooting a look of her own at her.
Her cousin smirked arrogantly, and then gestured for the woman to take the seat next to hers. Mira nodded, for the designated seat was the one next to her beloved's. Her steps were dilatory under her heavy thoughts.
The brunette sat down, and smoothed out her robes in stiff, contained movements. "Hello, Rian." She said with a nervous smile. Mira ignored her cousin, pointedly turning her body away from her. Adelinda sighed irritably. Her arm quickly snaked forward to grab Mira's shoulder, to hopefully gain her attention. It worked, the art professor turned around and gave her puzzled look.
"Dia duít, cousin." the red-head said, voice seeped with so much faux sweetness it sounded like poisoned frosting. She knew her cousin hated Gaelic; it always took awhile to translate it back into English. Adelinda tried to clean the small spill of Elderflower wine off her dress while Mira translated the greeting into English.
"Hello, to you too. She said brogue contained. The language professor raised a questioning eyebrow at her voice, but did not address it. "How have you been, Sinclair?" She asked, her green eyes meeting her cousin's brown ones in a netural stare. "Good..." She replied simply, catious of her words. Adelinda nodded and let her cousin be, for she had an entire year to talk to her. Entire year to bother her.
Adelinda got up and left the table. A strong stain-removing potion would be need for the wine stain and she had to fetch for herself. Mira let out a sigh of relief, and then turned to the neglected Rian. "I'm sorry I didn't write." She said, tone apologetic. Her eyes were cast down.
Art & Muggle Art Professor
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 3:57 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 06, 2011 4:07 pm
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