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spaceDrusilla let out a satisfied sort of hum when the staff table was quickly populated by her fellow staff members, though she was somewhat put out that Lulu had yet to make an appearance. Ah, well. She had company at least. Oblivious as she was, she didn't notice the man's discomfort at her presence. She clicked her tongue at his answer, smiling widely, still looking out at the Great Hall rather than at him. "Hm, yes. I teach Divination..." she murmured, attention drawn away from him by the arrival of the students and the start of the sorting. She'd started in on her usual game, trying to keep up with the sorting as it happened, when she realized how rude she was being. She wasn't supposed to get distracted from people, she reminded herself. So, she turned in her seat, very purposefully, to look at the new professor, offering a smile. "You should be an improvement over the old professor... I hear things... Or did I See them...? Don't quite recall. But, she wasn't a very good professor." The Seer tried to recall what exactly it was that the previous professor had done that'd been so awful, but it was one of a million thoughts swimming around in her head. "The same happened with me, I believe. The woman teaching Divination before myself was not very good... I believe a fair few students dropped the course because of her, sadly. Not that there are many who take it in the first place... Been picking up the pieces... so many pieces..." Her gaze stared past him for a moment, expression growing distant, before she gave a shake of her head and her smile returned, eyes focusing once again. "Terribly sorry. My gaze tends to drift. There's rather a lot going on in my head... hm." Nails tapped along the tabletop, and she tilted her head, trying to stay focused. Lulu generally didn't mind when her focus was distracted, but others tended to get impatient with her. She didn't blame them, but it was rather upsetting at times. "So... what brought you here? Teaching? I do it because it keeps me to a schedule. Easier to stay set in the present when there's actually something happening..." In all her life, school had been the only thing that'd managed to hold her focus enough to keep her sane. Teaching was the logical follow-up. And, she rather enjoyed it, which she was thankful for. It was so nice to do something she loved, and also managed to keep her from drifting over the edge, was wonderful.


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xxx✥ ✥ ✥ No wealth, no ruin, no silver, no gold;
xxxxxx✥ ✥ ✥ Nothing satisfies me but your soul.
xxxxxxxxx✥ ✥ ✥ Well, I am Death, none can excel.
xxxxxxxxxxxx✥ ✥ ✥ I'll open the door to Heaven or Hell.




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Looking Distracted at the Staff Table with Jason
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❝ Am I early, or late...? ❞
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But what is this, that I cant see? ✥ ✥ ✥xxx
With ice cold hands taking hold of me. ✥ ✥ ✥xxxxxx
When God is gone, and the devil takes hold, ✥ ✥ ✥xxxxxxxxx
Who'll have mercy on your soul? ✥ ✥ ✥xxxxxxxxxxxx
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spaceDrusilla hummed again when he spoke of his shop, nodding along. Was he the one who owned the Herbology shop in Hogsmeade, then? She knew that their Wandlore professor owned the Ollivander's satellite there. "Plants are delicate things," she said, "and not ones that many people care to be delicate with. I was not particularly good at the lesson in school... though, I don't believe I ever killed anything, at least. I was more indelicate with myself than the plants." She suppressed a slight shudder at a rising memory. In her fourth year, she'd happened to've been struck by a vision while handling bubotubers. The slimy pustule hadn't suffered any ill effects from it, but the boils on her hand had cemented her decision to drop the course after her OWLs. She doubted very highly if she'd have done well at the NEWT level.

spaceHis mention of fire sparked the memory; she recalled that, yes. She had not only set the plants on fire, she had instructed the students to do the same, and said that was the proper handling. Drusilla pursed her lips. "I do wonder how one with the idea to set a plant ablaze could have been hired on for the position. Then again, the previous Headmistress hired me as well, and I'm barely sane," she said, tiling her head, a small pout forming. "I'm generally better further into term... after a Summer alone, I'm a bit more addled. I do better when there are people about... and a schedule. The schedule is quite important." The former Ravenclaw thought nothing of informing a man she'd just met that she wasn't quite right in the head; were she a bit more aware at the moment, she might've remembered that it wasn't something one generally shared in polite conversation. But, as it was, it'd seemed relevant to the conversation at hand. She blinked a bit, staring off for a moment. "Hm... I don't See any smoldering plants... Perhaps you'll do well then," she informed him, resting her chin on her fist and tilting her head side to side a moment. Well, it was always nice to know that you were going to accomplish your goals, right? She was being helpful, clearly. What was the alternative, anyway? Letting him guess at it? That hardly seemed fair. Of course, things could change. The future was a fickle thing. Her words might be as empty as the teacups in her cupboard.


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xxxxxxxxxxxx✥ ✥ ✥ I'll open the door to Heaven or Hell.




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❦Born in Georgia, U.S.A. on October 15, 2002
❦Wand: Rigid, with a spiraled shaft, 11 3/8 inches, Mahogany, Pegasus Wing Feather
❦Former Chameleon Dorm Member at the Salem Institute of Witchfract and Wizardry
❦Emotional State: Content/a bit tired/Happy
❦Looking: Brunette and Professionaly Dressed

Currently it is Academic Year of 2027-2028xxx

Christina raised a brow when he said he was all up to going to church with her and thought it would be pretty fun. She let out a short laugh as her irises shifting to a pitch black though her lighter expression didn't really change. "Ha. Ha. Ha. No," She said in a steady voice. Counting off with her fingers she continued, "I am a firm believer of keeping certain aspects of my life completely separate. My professional life. My personal life-my family and my affairs of that sort. And my social life. The best advice I ever got that was no one's life was ever in perfectly ordered, but as a healer or professional, the trick is to be able to keep all aspects of your life separated and organized in such."

She closed her eyes and took a long sip of water and listened as he asked why she thought he came into her office and it was because she liked you and was not intimidated by her. "I like my cousin too but I wouldn't consider ever even making out with her," Christina pointed out with a smile. "Regardless of the fact my sister's first question was when she showed up at our door without warning whether the girl was an ex of mine. Actually it was a reasonable assumption, considering. Hell, we didn't know about her. Ma did, but just forgot to tell us that she had gotten through her head to crash at our house."

She smiled and set down her glass of water and opened her eyes that were back closer to their ordinary blue, "As for you liking me, while that is cute, I assumed something else. After all, I didn't think you-and I know I am not-like our fellow colleagues Professor Powell and Professor Harlowe: granted they are adorable together in that awkward quiet couple sort of way, but that isn't how I do things. I put all most of my seriousness into my work, and only the slightest bit in my personal life, I don't have any to put in my social life."

She shrugged with a almost too innocent and half preditary smile before glancing at the sorting. "What do you mean the Ravenclaws seem pretty good, usually? Oh, yeah, I forgot my favorite students tend to be the most obnoxious ones and cause you the most trouble-well that and other students. I adore several of our current fifth years who are really quite difficult and prickly. But, those are the students who tend to be the brightest. Regardless, I usually get a high number of Hufflepuffs taking my class. But they are those naturally nurturing type generally so all I have to teach them is spellwork, the science behind things, potions, and how to apply their knowledge from other classes into a multidisciplinary subject such as Wellness and Magic."

"I have always had a fair number of Gryffindors as well, but they tend to only want to know the practical and usually aren't quite subtle as a natural healer are. Ravenclaws are a mixed lot. And, Slytherins, ooh, I love my Slytherin students," She chuckled. "They remind me a lot of myself. And, pretty much my favorite person in life is myself-so of course I would like people like me the best."

❦Born in Georgia, U.S.A. on October 15, 2002
❦Wand: Rigid, with a spiraled shaft, 11 3/8 inches, Mahogany, Pegasus Wing Feather
❦Former Chameleon Dorm Member at the Salem Institute of Witchfract and Wizardry
❦Emotional State: Content/a bit tired/Happy
❦Looking: Brunette and Professionaly Dressed

Currently it is Academic Year of 2027-2028xxx

She raised a brow when Bréanainn stifled a laugh and then she noted the slight shift as she mentioned the probability of Sophie's assumption about some unknown young woman being one of Christina's exes. Was that what he was so worried about? Because, honestly, she always figured if you knew there was possible competition you would be more likely to move faster-or she did. Besides, it wasn't like there was all that many women inclined to hook up with another woman and they were really no more competition than a guy would be in her book. Then again, she never stuck with anyone all that long so she figured that is what most people would point out was the object of greatest concern in her dating life.

When he asked what she assumed she raised a brow and stated, "You forget I have for years kept up with quidditch for quite some time. I know the rumors. I know the tabloids. It is rare a leopard changes its spots." She raised a brow and said with a smirk, "So, I already assumed so much as what you had said, but I figured your character slightly more... reckless? Impatient? It is a bit uncouth to get to the point here about my opinion on why exactly you came into my office. It wasn't to discuss something like a pepper-up potion, at least." She shrugged and took another sip of her water listening as he began to discuss students.

"We didn't have Astronomy at Salem and Potions, well to do poorly in that class would be a horrific dishonor and disgrace to my father. My parents. My family. I did slightly better in Alchemy though, believe it or not," She said with a shrug. She smiled politely before a brief flash of confusion came on her face when Bréanainn mentioned the fifth years, "I didn't think I mentioned any year in particular, just houses... regardless... Mr. Gibbs was it? He barely stands out. Though between Miss Snow and Mr. League being fairly much naturals in the class, and Miss Cherri does quite well-though she brings a less serious approach to her work, which isn't bad. And then Mr. Lovette's and Miss Vass's more subtle dilligence-it is easy to fall through the cracks... I didn't see him on my roster when I checked earlier this evening. A shame really since I could almost guarentee he would likely at least get an A in the class. Not a great score-and it would annoy me to have one of my students not get an O as my current record goes, especially since this is the first year that I have taught all three years of the prep for the healing owls-but it isn't like I would have been worried he would fail."

She smiled, "I'd likely murder him if he did. Or any of my students for that matter. Mr. Gibbs's talents aren't naturally inclined for healing, but then again we all have our weaker subjects. I lack talent in transfiguration and I struggle with wandless magic and potions was never as easy for me as it is for my sister. Granted, like Mr. Gibbs and his slight weakness in my subject, hard work would more than make up for it."

"But, he goes mostly unnoticed compared to the mix I have. Then again, I take more active interest in those who are obviously dedicated and interested in healing magic specifically. And, you have Mr. League and Miss Snow, they tend to be those 'more difficult' sorts. Miss Snow was my first and only detention since I've become a professor actually..." She paused as she finished her summary, "Why? Have you taken a particular liking to Mr. Gibbs? It isn't the first time you've asked of him."

❦Born in Georgia, U.S.A. on October 15, 2002
❦Wand: Rigid, with a spiraled shaft, 11 3/8 inches, Mahogany, Pegasus Wing Feather
❦Former Chameleon Dorm Member at the Salem Institute of Witchfract and Wizardry
❦Emotional State: Content/a bit tired/Happy
❦Looking: Brunette and Professionaly Dressed

Currently it is Academic Year of 2027-2028xxx

Christina raised a brow when he asked if she had heard of him before she had came to Hogwarts to teach and she shrugged, “Not really. I had a lot better things to read then to keep up with every quidditch team. The Americans were more than enough for me. And you were playing quidditch during my last few years at Salem if you do the calculations. I initially intended to play quidditch for the Americans so it is reasonable that I would have focused my interests into American teams. And, near the end of you playing was my last year or so of Salem and start as a healer-that time…” She trailed off with a shrug. “Well, I’ve mentioned that I quit playing my last year at Salem by my own choice so obviously my priorities and interests in life shifted.”

She smiled, “I didn’t bother to look you up until you first chatted me up. I like to know what makes potential prey-dates-whatever you want to call yourselves- tic. It makes things more interesting.” She shrugged, “I can only assume most of the girls you’ve dated before were spectacularly stupid or had very little self respect and dragged you along with them.”

“I adore several of my students. I adore terrorizing my third years every year too. And, my fourth years are a nice lot, but they tend to be quiet. My sixth year, she works hard and that is why she did as well as she did. Honestly, she is quicker with her spellwork than a healer should be. I reckon it’s a Gryffindor impulsiveness or something. But, let’s face it, the current fifth years are probably the most difficult group either of us have to deal with,” Christina pointed out. “They tend to as a whole have a flair for the dramatic and well, I’m easily bored: of course I would adore them. But, honestly, other years I have are more likable by nature and ordinary terms.”

She shrugged when Conri talked about his strong studies and she answered, “If you were truly skilled at channeling magic fully you would be better at the healing arts. It takes a great amount of magical skill but it takes a great amount of focus. I can do wandless, it just is wiser in my preferred branch of study to use a wand. You get better results, generally, the wand helps you focus the magic you have. I use wandless if I’m too lazy to bother with a wand and don’t care about absolutely perfect results. When you can heal a broken shoulder blade and two ribs be sure to get back to me, okay?” She said with a smile as he continued to the topic about Sapphire Snow and David League. And how he had more or less given up taking away points from League.

She tilted her head and said, “Ah, is that one of the reasons Ravenclaw won the house cup last year? I’m fairly sure he does balance out how many points he loses each year with how many he generally earns. Honestly, considering how high both are it is almost amusing. I half wonder if he has made a game of it. I assume you mean he is prodigal in you feel he wastes his talents?”

She shrugged and said brightly, “You want to know something fun, Professor Conri?” She continued without waiting for an answer, “Since my subject is multidisciplinary I always ask my healing I students what they think is their best subjects are and why they chose to take my class. You find out a great deal from those two questions. What do you think his answers were? Charms and potions. Potions by nature requires more long term attention, but he also has a knack for memorization. What classes has he caused the most trouble in, Professor Conri? The classes that are primarily memorization and of course charms.”

“Regardless, as we both are fairly egotistical beings ourselves the question you have to ask is has your arrogance ever truly bit you? Honestly and truly bit you? I doubt it has,” Christina said with a polite smile, “Besides, no one is arrogant or egotistical without reason to be so. You’re never going to be able to ‘talk sense’ into anyone, Professor Conri, if you don’t force them to respect you first. Some people don’t respect a position but one’s skills. And quite honestly that probably is a healthier and fairer lookout in life anyways. Of course, I was taught to respect my elders as a child, regardless, but not everyone has the same lessons in life.”

And then the topic turned to the Gibbs boy, “Ah yes, your Slytherin friend, what of him?” She listened as he explained that the Gryffindor was the son of him and since he was the friend of the family he took an active interest in him and then made guesses on why the student got placed into a rival house of his father. She raised a brow and said, “Oh so you are just a busy body then? Hmm… not a good trait, Professor.” She chuckled her eyes flickering to green with mischief, “You need to find better hobbies-or better distractions-or take more advantage of the ones available to you. All of the above, maybe.”

{OoC: Theo can still sign up officially if you PM Essy and explain you forgot to click the class if you want. Also, It was actually potions Christina mentioned being expected to be good at and that Salem didn't have Astronomy-now Conri can wish he was American. I probably should have worded that clearer though.}

❦Born in Georgia, U.S.A. on October 15, 2002
❦Wand: Rigid, with a spiraled shaft, 11 3/8 inches, Mahogany, Pegasus Wing Feather
❦Former Chameleon Dorm Member at the Salem Institute of Witchfract and Wizardry
❦Emotional State: Content/a bit tired/Happy
❦Looking: Brunette and Professionaly Dressed

Currently it is Academic Year of 2027-2028xxx

“Clingy is desperate. And being desperate is stupid,” Christina answered bluntly. “It drives a great many people away as much as it attracts some. Then again, maybe I’m being unfair with my categorization of people. I merely have my doubts how you manage to get as many girls to spend time with you in your younger years considering how cautious you tend to be around the women I have seen you be attracted to. I have trouble seeing how one’s personality-no matter how great a trauma happens in your life-could completely alter one’s personality.”

She raised a brow as he mentioned his own favorite students and mentioned a kid named Jeremy Long and she shrugged, “Long? I don’t remember the name. And honestly, showy magic would probably stand out, especially since most healing spells are fairly boring in appearance. It wouldn’t have probably interested a student like that. Maybe that is why my class lacks as much popularity as some electives do. Healing is practical but it is hardly something as neat as wandless magic or as thrilling as the idea of divination and being able to predict the future. Well, arithmancy is a predictive field as well-but it is a lot of math. My sister took it. I thought she was mad as a hatter for deciding not to only take CAT level arithmancy but WIT level arithmancy, but she’s more patient than me. Maybe that is the secret?” Christina shrugged and nodded though when Bréanainn agreed that David League probably made a game out of the points he lost or won for his house and then corrected himself about his terms. “Honestly, we all waste our times on one vice or another if you think about it. And, he probably could skip to another level in your class, probably even mine, he knows a great deal about muggle medicine as well, but from what I’ve seen I wouldn’t be surprised if he hadn’t started studying for the OWLs before he even was sorted. I know if I was him I wouldn’t even bother showing up to class half the time at the very least. So at least his attendance is admirable, he respects his professors enough to do that. I know I have another League this year-I think I heard somewhere he has a sister so that should be interesting. The girl is a Hufflepuff, I know that much. Hufflepuffs tend to be fairly easy going though. Siblings aren’t always that similar.”

Her good humor evaporated slightly when Bréanainn mentioned his arrogance had bit him in the arse before-and she had to remind herself of the difference of the British and American pronunctiation of the word. Well, she supposed Irish pronounced it as the British did. Bréanainn Conri was Irish. There was a difference. It was like assuming Vivienne was American just because she was Chrissy’s and Sophie’s cousin and Canadians had more of an American accent than a British one. “That’s why I like quidditch so much,” Chrissy said, “you can be a hero or the scum of the earth based on chance and your performance but at the end of the day you always knew there was another game to play and besides the potential lost money and lost faith of others not much harm came of it-no matter how important. I would never call it good fortune-but I did get the opportunity to realize early on that no matter how great you are you aren’t always going to win. Maybe why I handled my first year as a healer much better than many. Honestly, what I worry about with my more talented students who want to go into a healing profession is that they may be too good. Even the best of healers can’t save everyone. And the first person you can’t help get better is always the hardest on you-even if there was no way anyone could do anything.” She smiled and said, “But my field of study, while wonderful, can be a bit grim and depressing. It’s one of the reasons I have Lullaby. He reminds me exactly of my own limitations-no matter how awesome and amazing I am. And let’s face it,” she joked, “I am amazing and awesome.”

And she was still smiling her eyes a vibrant green as she listened as he grew more serious discussing the Gibbs boy and with a sigh her eyes shifted back to their typical blue, “He’s doing fine. Trust me, when it comes to me, if I don’t have a lot to say about a student one way or another it is a good thing. It is always a good thing. I don’t teach a subject he seems all that interested in and quite frankly I’m not exactly the type of professor students flock to, to confide in. But, he never struck me as the type to talk much about his problems. That isn’t a bad thing mind you-I’m the same way. Always was and always will be.”

“Sometimes space is the greatest kindness you can give to someone,” She said. “I’d say not to worry about it, but that is horrible advice to give someone. People can’t really choose how they feel about something. The best I can offer is to give you a distraction so how about this-you talk about how great of a quidditch player you were in your school years here. Hogwarts has that trophy room, right? Why not after our first week of classes, Friday night you show me around. Give me a grand tour. Talk about how you helped win your house trophies and what not. It’ll be entertaining. Besides, when you are a vain person, what is the best topic to talk about? Yourself right? I’ll agree to listen without making a single mocking or snide remark for up to an hour.”

She shrugged, “I’ll swear it on my father’s grave and consider it a kindness to students who get bored of you talking too much. Because you shouldn’t if you know at the end of the first week of classes you can talk as much as you want about yourself without interruption. Trust me; it is a horrible sacrifice, so you better take the offer while it is on the table. To have me around that long without comment should be considered almost a small miracle.”

{OoC: Ah, sorry... well it happens-typos and stuff. And then someone responds before you realize it and you go 'gah'. I know I've done it before. 3nodding }

You don't have to say you love me
Just be close at hand
You don't have to stay forever
I will understand
Believe me, believe me
I can't help but love you


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Timothy had watched the sorting, clapping as every student was sorted. This year's batch seemed an interesting bunch, but the headmaster was sure that everyone would be welcome at the school. He stood when the stool and such were put away and walked to the podium, turning to face the hall itself.

"Welcome back to another year of school for all students! I am Timothy Steele. For those of you who are new, I welcome you to Hogwarts. I hope that you all happen to enjoy the school year, and you enjoy your time at the school as much as possible. There are a few announcements that need to be made." He looked around the hall and continued.

"Sadly, that would be the school rules. There will be no magic in the halls of the school. The forest is off limits unless you want to be missing limbs or have a death wish. Pay attention in class and you should do well. Now, I hope for everyone to enjoy dinner, and relax. Classes will begin soon." Timothy smiled and clapped, food suddenly appearing on the tables at the sound. He himself took a seat at the table, already thinking that this would be an interesting year for him and the students.


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