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Ｌocation: Staff Table
Ｗith: Professors
Ｍood: Spicy
Ｔhoughts: 'What a colorful little bunch...'

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Amidst the commotion and excitement that was the day of Sorting at Hogwarts, the entrance of another professor would have gone generally unnoticed had Veatrice not draped herself in her trademark furs. Dressed to kill, the woman came out from the back entrance, one hand positioned in such a way as to elegantly frame her chin while the other was crossed, the free hand touching her elbow ever so slightly. Though her eyes were twinkling with excitement, the woman’s expression seemed to be locked in one of permanent hautghtiness, even though the woman didn’t intend to come off in such a way. She took her seat at the table, sitting with perfect posture as she crossed her legs. Though she smiled, any sense of warmth that normally would have come from a smile didn’t seem to be present, but it seemed as if she soon became bored of looking at the students, and instead directed her attention to the Professors at the table. ”Veatrice, Veatrice Sever.” She announced with pride as she slipped a hand beneath the stem of her glass. ”And, I might add, what a pleasure to meet all of the… fresh and young professors that Hogwarts seems to be so famous for these days. Of course, when I attended Hogwarts I never had the luxury of swooning over my professors…" She paused, chuckling softly as she swirled the wine in the bowl of her glass. "Times have changed indeed.” She said, with the same smile devoid of all feeling plastered on her face as she took a sip of wine.

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Ｌocation: Staff Table
Ｗith: Jackson and the Professors
Ｍood: Spicy
Ｔhoughts: 'The poor boy must be lost on his first day...'

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Setting the glass down, Veatrice couldn’t help but to see a younger looking boy taking the seat beside her at the staff table. She looked at him for a moment, slightly bewildered before shaking her head, as if she were dispelling some unsettling thoughts. He was half-Veela after all. Clearing her throat, the woman turned to him. ”Dear…” She began as she absent-mindedly fluffed at her fur stole. ”… I believe you’re at the wrong table, this is for the professors of Hogwarts only.” She said, almost kindly, too, except for the little sassy half-amused undertone that for most would have been hard to detect anyways. It seemed strange to her that a boy could get lost where the table layout was so painfully obvious, and with that thought in mind the woman kept the boy’s face in the back of her mind for future reference, should he ever stumble into her class.

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Yes.

Yes, there it was.

Pinching the bridge of his nose, Jackson responded with a sweet smile, trying to keep his feelings in check. Ah, God, it wasn't his decision to be so baby-faced and it was just-- he couldn't even articulate his words, he was that irritated about the whole thing. Taking a few deep breaths, he turned to the woman who addressed him-- she was well in for her age, but she exuded a slightly terrifying air about her. The half-veela fought the urge to roll his eyes at the other Professor who had smirked at the inquiry from the more mature woman. Juvenile. Open minds were something he liked to keep on hand at all times, seeing as his situation required that one be given to him too. It was the principle of the whole thing.

"Thank you for your concern, but I believe I am at the right table," he replied, keeping his tone polite and full of courtesy. A dry sort of self-deprecating smirk appeared on his own face. "I am a Professor, even if I don't look as old as I really am," he addressed, hoping to correct at least one issue now. He'd thought at twenty-three he would have at least matured even a little bit in appearance, but no. Life was a b*****d. Having done his explanation, the Italian leaned back, returning to watching the Sorting.

Life.

m i l k , t w o s u g a r s u s e t h e r o a s t - - -
d i a g o n a l l e y s t r e e t s ✖
m e m y s e l f a n d i ✖
f i r s t y e a r / t r a i n✖
n e u t r a l ✖
s i n g l e ✖

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Ａttire:[x]
Ｌocation: Staff Table
Ｗith: Jackson, Amber and the Professors
Ｍood: Reminescent
Ｔhoughts: '...'

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xxxVeatrice eyed the young professor as he spoke to her. Though Jackson spoke to her courteously and without hesitation the older professor was still not convinced in the slightest, yet any indication of her doubt failed to surface on the stoney cold face of hers. The woman wore her expressions like a mask, and Veatrice’s masks were tough to crack to say the least, and for this particular occasion Veatrice had chosen a mask of indifference, all the while sifting through her mind looking for any possible curses or hexes that she assumed the boy was under that gave him what she perceived as his illusion of being a professor. Her train of thought was interrupted, however, with the introduction of another professor – one who at least looked to be old enough to be an adult and not what Veatrice assumed would be a student of hers.

xxxWith the words of affection that were poured onto the boy, the older woman was a little taken aback. Perhaps he was a professor after all. Letting out a little chuckle, the woman reached for her glass again, blinking away her disbelief before taking another sip. ”Ah, so the boy has found the fountain of youth then? Perhaps he would like to share with an old crone such as myself?” She jested with a little smile that accentuated the woman’s cheekbones. ”Such a gift is not one to be taken lightly, dear. Savour that youth of yours, I’m sure it will come in handy one day or another. And the same goes for you my sweet…” She said, tilting her head ever so slightly to look at Amber, her eyes twinkling whimsically as the old professor studied the girl’s features. ”Such a lovely pair you two make, oh it brings me back to my Hogwarts years, centuries ago.”

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❝I'm just a bad girl, that's why we get along❞

❝Won't make excuses for anything I'm doing wrong❞

❝I'll pull the trigger in a flash❞

ஒ Half Blood ஒ Half Veela ஒ Hades ஒ




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Amber rolled her eyes at her best friend's tone. "I will be screaming at you a lot later on!" She hissed near silently into his ear, her tone turning bitter and angry. As soon as that was over the soft smile returned to her face and let him kiss her cheek in greeting. She was pissed at him, but he was still her best friend in the entire world. Really her only friend, but they'd been there for each other forever and that wasn't going to change because of a 'little' disappearance.


Amber heard the other professor say they were a lovely couple and smirked as an idea struck her. She was just about to put it into action when Jackson denied the reality she was creating in her head. She rolled her eyes and quickly reworked her story before pressing a bunch of kisses to Jackson's face. "Jacky sweetie you don't have to lie about us anymore. Everyone can know were a couple now!" She cooed, wrapping her arms more securely around him and batting innocent eyes at him.


"You see miss." She said, turning pale green eyes on Veatrice. "Me and Jackson have been in love since the day we met. We were... oh I don't know... 14? 15? And then my daddy found out and he wouldn't allow it. He'd lock me in my room all summer long just so I couldn't see my beloved Jackson. We'd meet in secret and our love blossomed, but we always had to keep it a secret just in case it got back to my dad. But now... my father is finally dead and we can be in love for the entire world to see!" She threw her hands up with joy, and then dropped to her knee beside her best friend. "Jackson.... you know what this means right?" She asked, eyes going wide, as she reached into her pocket as if for a ring. At the last moment, she hopped to her feet, laughing gleefully. "Just kidding~" She pressed one last friendly kiss to Jackson's cheek and pranced off, calling as she did. "You're office later tonight babe! We're talking about your little disappearance."


With her theatrics over, Amber returned to her seat next to the queer little professor she had only just met and she offered the woman a bright heart stopping smile. "Sorry about that Dove. My best friend was calling for me." She fluttered her eyelashes at Drusilla and lifted the woman's hand to kiss her knuckles flirtatiously. She just couldn't help herself really. Flirting was in her innate nature.



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Location: Great Hall (Staff Table)

Landon walked into the great hall for the end of year feast. He took his seat at the staff table like he did every day and waited for the feast to begin. Watching as all the students talked among themselves Landon was happy to see that they were enjoying themselves. For some this was their last night at Hogwarts and he hoped they all learned something while they were there and wasn't talking about just their educations.

When the headmistress stood and began her evening speech Landon was surprised hearing his name for best Professor of the Year. He didn't think he was all that awesome but then again the students thought so. He gave a nod in acknowledgement before the conversation flipped to his favourite sport of all time, Quidditch.

Hearing that Gryffindor had come out of their losing streak Landon clapped for the team knowing they had worked hard for years and hadn't won until now. Surprisingly they were having a very good year winning both cups, and although Landon would have loved Hufflepuff to win one of the cups this year he still clapped just as much for Gryffindor.

Status: Surprised
With: Other Staff members

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