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c υ r r e n т l y ╔═══════════════════════════════╗ ✖ 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓵𝒆 ✖ Looking Distracted at the Staff Table with the Professors xxxғeelιngxxx Accomplished xxxтнιnĸιngxxx ❝ Everyone made it in one piece... right? ❞ ╚═══════════════════════════════╝
𝒜 𝓃 𝒹 𝒾 𝓃 𝓂 𝓎 𝓂 𝒾 𝓃 𝒹 ✥ ✥ ✥xxxxxxxxxxx
𝐼 𝒾 𝓂 𝒶 𝑔 𝒾 𝓃 𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝓂 𝒶 𝓃 𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ✥ ✥ ✥xxxxxxxxx
𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒶 𝓇 𝑒 𝓃 ' 𝓉 𝓇 𝑒 𝒶 𝓁 𝓁 𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ✥ ✥ ✥xxxxxx
𝒜𝓃𝒹 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓎 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒾 𝓃 𝓉 𝒽 𝑒 𝑔 𝓇 𝑜 𝓊 𝓃 𝒹 ✥ ✥ ✥xxx
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spaceDrusilla was drawn from her thoughts by a voice, and looked over with some surprise to see that the art professor had joined her, followed shortly thereafter by the mythology professor. The two women were friends, she knew, and generally sat together and spoke with one another. This was the first time they'd ever acknowledged her, though, as far as she knew, with the exception of... her first year teaching? Second? When that awful curse had been placed on the castle. Amata had been quite distraught over the history professor's fate... were they an item now? She couldn't recall, but that seemed right. Whenever the blonde wasn't huddled over with Tanna, she was usually with him. They were certainly close, at the very least. Though, it made Drusilla realize, for someone who could see the future, she apparently failed rather spectacularly at keeping up with what was going on among her coworkers.
spaceThe seer gave a little hum, trying to gather her thoughts. Tanna had asked about her Summer, yes? And Amata had asked them both how they were. Though, almost as soon as the Gryffindor had formed her question, she had gotten distracted by the sorting, and looked rather cross over something or another. "I'm quite fine, I think. I escorted the first years with little trouble. There was a mermaid... I believe it was a mermaid, anyway, I didn't get a very good look. But no fights and I don't believe I lost anyone along the way," she chirped, smiling at this. Though, then her thoughts drifted to the Summer, and she frowned again. "My Summer, however, was no so pleasant. Lulu... you recall Lulu, yes? She left for France. I'm going to miss her very much," she said, tone softening and growing sad. The blonde had been her first real friend, which was perhaps sad given that they'd been in their early twenties when they'd met. But, Drusilla had never really met anyone who'd been able to put up with her eccentricities and insanity before then. She sighed faintly, glancing at Amata. "Something troubling you, duck?" she asked, thinking that perhaps concern for another would distract her from her own melancholy. It was worth a shot.
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xxx✥ ✥ ✥ 𝐼'𝓁𝓁 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓅 𝑜 𝓊 𝓃 𝒹 𝒾 𝓃 𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓁 𝒾 𝒹
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xxxxxxxxxxxx✥ ✥ ✥ 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓈𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝐼'𝓂 𝓁 𝒾 𝓋 𝒾 𝓃 𝑔 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓂 𝑜 𝓂 𝑒 𝓃 𝓉
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 6:33 am
 "Chrissy"
Christina Anna Dechering
Healing Professor of Hogwarts
Metamorphagus
__________________________ ❦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: In a good mood/Curious
❦Looking: Blonde and Put Together
Currently it is Academic Year of 2028-2029xxx __________________________ Chrissy had gone for a blonde bob at the start of the year and was in a good mood-that she was positive nothing could rain on. Finally, she had managed to convince her sister to do something more productive than work at some grocery store-not that Kenneth was awful but Sophie was smart enough she could do a lot more. Which, was obvious because Sophie was sitting their at the professors table having become the arithmancy professor for the year. Hopefully longer. Granted Sophie had given her some threat of killing her and her "no doubt equally obnoxious boyfriend" if either bugged her ever. Chrissy had tried to point out Bréanainn Conri and her were way too casual to even be remotely considered that. Sophie had countered (and got their crazy cousin, Vi, on her side) if you were only hooking up with one person for more than six months it was considered exclusive.
Chrissy, shook her head as she took a seat at the staff table, noting a few new professors and that Bréanainn didn't seem to be there quite yet. However, Sophie seemed to be talking to the Herbology professor that had the talent of apparently striking fear into every student that ever spoke to him. He owned Dogwood and Deathcaps which Sophie went often enough-out of necessity considering she needed to make one certain potion in particular and out of needing ingredients for far more common potions. Considering, how familiar Sophie seemed to be with the man, Chrissy smirked thinking about how much fun it would be to torment Sophie about that. Maybe Sophie was interested in the guy-who knows why, but Hell Sophie had weird tastes-and that was why Sophie insisted on always being the one to stop by the guys shop and there they were actually talking to some degree. Chrissy logically knew it was unlikely but hey it would be fun to torment Sophie about-after all, what use were big sisters otherwise?
Smirking to herself, Chrissy focused on the sorting and wondered what of the group that was sorted three years ago would end up taking her class and also who would end up taking (in Chrissy's opinion) the overly complicated and usually fairly dry subject of arithmancy. Math was important, Chrissy would agree, but the subject seemed a bit boring compared to more scientific or magical subjects like healing.
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 7:04 am
A sincere artist is not one who makes a
faithful attempt to put on to canvas
what is in front of him, but one who tries to create something
which is,in itself, a living thing.   Tanna could see that Drusilla was a bit confuses to see her sitting next to her and actually conversing but she felt slightly bad about never really talking to the seer and spending more times at the feasts with Amata or just not talking at all. Speaking of Amata, the tall blonde graced them both with her presence asking about them both and adding another question for the seer to answer. She hoped she wasn't piling too much on the other woman by sitting there and unknowingly bringing along her friend. But then she began talking and explained how she led the first years to the castle (and seemed quite proud of that much to the artists amusement) and when she brought up Lulu returning to France she made a sympathetic sound for the other woman and resisted patting her hand or other forms of physical touch. She didn't know her personal views on touch and she might've been crossing an uncharted boundary if she did so. Even so, she still felt bad for her, Drusilla and Lulu had been a rather odd couple (not any odder than say Amata and Grayson) but they had been good friends from her standpoint and she must feel slightly lonely with her not there anymore. "I'm sorry to hear about Lulu, but I'm sure there are ways the two of you can keep in touch with one another." Tanna offered softly. Then the seer asked what was troubling Amata making her turn to look at the taller woman wondering the same. After a couple of seconds of looking around she noticed that Grayson wasn't actually at the table yet. Usually if he were his head would be neck deep in a book so it stood that he either forgot and was coming or forgot and..forgot. "Is Grayson running late or just not coming?" she asked Amata knowing of the two professor's relationship. [Wearing Welcome Feast] [With: Drusilla and Amata] [Where: Great Hall~Staff Table] [Feeling: Only slightly terrified] [Thinking: First trimester almost done] [OOC:]
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 11:17 am
Bréanainn Cian Conri
Charm's Professor(4-7)||Former Gryffindor||Former Quidditch Player
⊗⊗⊗⊗⊗ The man walked into the Great Hall, only a few minutes late, looking around the table for Christina and to find out who the new professors that were hired were. And almost instantly he figured out who was hired...the fiery haired sister of Christina, whom he had never really met at any point of time due to just how casual his and Christina's (relationship?) was. But almost as instantly as he found Christina's sister, he found Christina. Forgetting about the woman's sister for a few moments, he walked over to her and took a seat, glad to see her. "Sorry I'm late...had to clean up my office a bit," he admitted to her, before giving her a wide smile. "Anyways, how was your summer?" he asked the woman, looking forward to the feast to start. Sometimes he felt like the only reason he always came to the Opening Ceremony, besides Christina of course, was the food. He didn't know if it was even a choice or not if he had to go, but he still would go even if it was.
His eyes staying on Christina for a bit, he really didn't pay much visual attention to the sorting, rather settled for listening to it. He very much preferred to look at the beautiful woman than the Sorting. He did look over every time a name was called to put a face to the name, but found himself looking back pretty quickly, due to the fact that he wouldn't be having any of these kids for awhile. ⊗⊗⊗⊗⊗
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 11:45 am
"Chrissy"
Christina Anna Dechering
Healing Professor of Hogwarts
Metamorphagus
__________________________ ❦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: In a good mood/Curious
❦Looking: Blonde and Put Together
Currently it is Academic Year of 2028-2029xxx __________________________ Chrissy raised a brow when Bréanainn took a seat beside her and made an excuse for his lateness and said jokingly, "Who said I was waiting for you? Besides, there are basic household charms that can help you clean up a room fairly quickly. Not that you should need me to tell you that," She said waving a hand and nodded down the table at her sister. "Besides, I'm getting amusement out of wondering what the deal is with my sister and the herbology professor. He owns a shop in Hogsmeade actually, that she goes to a lot for our garden and greenhouse."
She shrugged, "As for my summer, you saw me once or twice. It was fairly typical, beyond my sister having to work on lesson plans and threatening to murder me or you if we ever bother her while she's a professor here. She's teaching arithmancy actually. Sort of boring if you ask me, but since our family doesn't have any seers but have a bit of an interest in divination-considering our mom does tarot card readings for fun- it sort of makes sense one of us would gravitate to the subject of arithmancy."
"Anyways, how was your summer? Surely it was more exciting than mine where I am sad to say the biggest so called 'excitement' was getting a gnome infestation in the garden, Vi joking about adopting a poltergeist-or I hope she is- for our house, and seeing you," She shook her head. "It is sad. I'm getting old. I need to get out more."
((OoC: Hope it is okay to assume they met at least a couple times over the summer. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 4:06 pm
Bréanainn Cian Conri
Charm's Professor(4-7)||Former Gryffindor||Former Quidditch Player
⊗⊗⊗⊗⊗ He gave her a smile as she answered him, laughing along with her. "Well oops...? Well I am here now," he said jokingly laughing a bit before smacking his forehead at her mention of a cleaning charm. "Darn...why didn't I t'ink of t'at?" A sarcastic tone underlying behind his voice. "And before you answer t'at, don't. I can already t'ink of t'e answer you can come up wit' from t'at question." He figured the woman would've come up with some kind of witty answer like she always did, probably attempting to mess with him yet again. She seemed to make a sport of the ordeal, but truthfully, he at some point started enjoying it.
Bréanainn, when he heard her comments on her sister, looked over to find the Christina's sister sitting next to Professor Hill, which he had heard was one of the tougher professors in the school. It actually did somewhat make him curious, but of course, just because two professors talked, didn't mean much. Of course, it did kind of in terms of Christina and Bréanainn, and others...okay, maybe it did, but he wouldn't read too far into it in terms of those particular two, particularly because he knew nothing about them in any respect. "Well you can find t'at out because I'm not goin' to get hexed," he said to her, looking back to the sorting and away from those two.
As she told him what she did during the summer, he carefully listened, mainly because he was curious what exactly the woman had done. But apparently she hadn't done much beyond what they had done together. And then she turned the question back at him; so he answered as quickly as he could. "Ehh...it was alright. Still searching for that house. Haven't moved out jus' yet, due to my brother's lack of desire to have me leave. I t'ink I've narrowed t'e search down however. T'at was all I did really...except spendin' t'ose few days wit' you," he admitted to her before making a small joke himself. "Yeah, you are gettin' old." He looked down at the table as he said this, holding back his laugh to a mere chuckle. "I'm just kiddin', you look beautiful as always." ⊗⊗⊗⊗⊗
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 4:31 pm
"Chrissy"
Christina Anna Dechering
Healing Professor of Hogwarts
Metamorphagus
__________________________ ❦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: In a good mood/Curious
❦Looking: Blonde and Put Together
Currently it is Academic Year of 2028-2029xxx __________________________ "Oh, you can still look fabulous and beautiful even when you are eighty," Chrissy countered. "My mom, she's in her fifties and she's still gorgeous. Granted she takes care of her skin. As for me... I better look beautiful like always. I have no excuse not to be a perfect ten-if I didn't look perfect all the time it would be just sad considering my gift as a metamorphagus."
She chuckled and added, "Besides, I'm younger than you. Haven't you hit that big 3-0 now?"
Shaking her head she said, "As for my curiosity on my sister-haven't you heard 'curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back'? Regardless, that's kind of cute your brother is so attached to you. Who knows some day he might end up teaching here with the lot of us? Actually, that would be weird... from what I've heard of your brother he doesn't sound half as responsible as either of us, and especially not as responsible as my sister. Even if I have to wonder what's going on with her and Mr. Grouchy Herbology Guy-maybe they get along because neither are that talkative?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 03, 2015 11:35 pm
Bréanainn Cian Conri
Charm's Professor(4-7)||Former Gryffindor||Former Quidditch Player
⊗⊗⊗⊗⊗ Bréanainn nodded at her comment, a smile on his face. "Well, I'm sure you will be just as beautiful as your mot'er is," he reassured her. He did actually wonder what her mom looked like to be as truthful as possible, mainly because he wondered how one woman can produce both Christina and Sophie, one having extraordinarily orange hair and Christina having nothing of that sort. Of course, Bréanainn wasn't actually sure what the Christina's true hair color was, but then again, she probably didn't know herself, due to her changing it however many times that she did.
As she posed a question towards him, to which he chuckled at. "Of course I hit t'at age. But age is jus' a number to me," he admitted to her, shrugging his shoulders, glad that he had minimal gray hair, if he had any at all really. He was definitely sure that if he did he probably got them from teaching as a whole. But whether it was the stress or old age, he didn't really mind them at all. He could easily just dye his hair if he ever started to get bothered, but he firmly didn't believe it would come to that.
He suppressed his laugh as the girl had talked about satisfaction bringing a cat back. She was definitely one who would live by that code. "No, that would be really weird. How 'bout we not say t'at please. I'd rather not have to deal wit' my brot'er t'at much," he admitted, laughing again. "And I have no idea if t'at man is responsible or not, but I don't t'ink so." ⊗⊗⊗⊗⊗
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 11:02 am
"Chrissy"
Christina Anna Dechering
Healing Professor of Hogwarts
Metamorphagus
__________________________ ❦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: In a good mood/Curious
❦Looking: Blonde and Put Together
Currently it is Academic Year of 2028-2029xxx __________________________ "You haven't met my mother, I could easily be lying about her looks," Chrissy joked before waving a hand, "No, my mother is pretty, always was and still is. I'm prettier though. Granted people used to say our father was the really, really handsome one..." She trailed off at the mention and said a bit thoughtful, "Actually, Sophie got his hair color. If you ever saw Vi, meaning if you ever pulled her away from playing with her poltergeists, you'd see we take more from our Dad's side. We're cousins on through that side..."
Chrissy fell silent, growing fairly serious, her blue eyes darkening to almost a black as she went back to paying attention to the sorting of the last handful of students, the tips of her hair darkening just briefly before Bréanainn agreed about his age and Chrissy smiled once again, her hair's tips lightening some though her eyes were still a shade darker than usual as she said, "Of course age is just a number for you-you still act like you are sixteen half the time. Not that I'd say that is bad. After all-all work, no play, makes Jack a dull boy. If we all acted like we 'should' at certain ages, life would get awfully boring. Besides there are plenty of others who can act like mature adults all the time for us."
As Bréanainn mentioned how weird it would be with his brother working there and rather not dealing with him, Chrissy smiled. She in many ways felt she was an exception on how well she got along with her sister than the rule. Granted, Chrissy and Sophie were close in age and family was always stressed as important. Family came above all other things. And it was that reason why when Bréanainn mentioned that he had no idea if his brother (referred to as 'that man') was responsible enough, Chrissy's eyebrows raised and her eyes lightened to their typical blue, as she was a bit surprised by the statement. "He's your brother: how can you not know for sure if he's responsible or not. I mean aren't you supposed to be close being siblings. For example, I know Sophie is way more responsible than me in tons of ways but..." She paused and glanced away and said with a smile, "Sorry, I'm not going to bothering getting remotely close to prying. It would seem like I was actually serious, and heaven forbid that," She added with a small smile as she took a sip of water.
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Posted: Wed Feb 04, 2015 5:55 pm
Bréanainn Cian Conri
Charm's Professor(4-7)||Former Gryffindor||Former Quidditch Player
⊗⊗⊗⊗⊗ Bréanainn nodded along with her as she practically went through all vanity aspects of her family, actually wondering what her mother looked like, because of course, although the sister's did bear some kind of resemblance, he thought it was a minimal resemblance, but hey, that was just his opinion and to others, maybe they did look a lot alike. He just personally wasn't seeing it. He didn't really care too much about that part though, because it wasn't like he's met any of her family before. He could swear that she refused to ever let that happen. Six months of exclusively 'hooking up' and he hasn't even seen what her home looks like. Undoubtedly one of the most unique relationships he's ever been in.
Bréanainn almost froze for a few moments, due to the fact that her hair in some sections had gotten darker and he knew by then her sudden changes tended to be a pointer at what she was feeling at that moment. That much one does pick up on. And all he could do was wonder what he did to cause it to happen, but just as fast as it had darkened, they had reverted back, much to his relief and the fact that she was smiling again almost prompted him to give that famous sigh of relief. "Of course I do. I mean c'mon...like you said, it is extremely borin' to seriously act your age at all points of times. And yes, I'm sure someone will do it for us," he admitted, laughing at the thought. Maybe Mr. Grouchy Herbology guy(as Christina put it) could pull it off himself.
As the conversation switched back to his brother, she questioned him on how he didn't know if the man was responsible or not. "Christina, t'e man is an enigma. Alt'ough, I do know some t'ings about him, t'ere is a lot I don'. Occupationally, I still have no idea what he does," he admitted to her, shrugging his shoulder and looking to the sorting. "And you aren't pryin'. Natural curiosity I suppose." ⊗⊗⊗⊗⊗
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 12:18 am
c υ r r e n т l y ╔═══════════════════════════════╗ ♥ grαчsσn pσwєll ♥ Looking Lovely at the Staff Table with Tanna and Drusilla xxxғeelιngxxx Exasperated xxxтнιnĸιngxxx ❝ Dammit, Grayson... ❞ ╚═══════════════════════════════╝
thє rαín ís f α l l í n ' σn mч wíndσwpαnєs დ დ დxxxxxxxxxxxx
вut wє αrє h í d í n g ín α s α f є r p l α c є დ დ დxxxxxxxxx
undєr cσvєrs stαчíng d r ч αnd w α r m დ დ დxxxxxx
чσu gívє mє f є є l í n g s thαt í α d σ r є დ დ დxxx
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spaceAmata didn't quite listen to Drusilla's answer for hers and Tanna's questions; she was too agitated. She cheered appropriately when Joel was sorted into her house, thinking that at least she'd manage to keep an eye on the boy. Inside, she was fuming. Apparently, she wasn't doing a particularly good job at even looking pleasant, since both her companions noticed her mood. With Tanna, it wasn't such a shock, but Drusilla? The woman was painfully unobservant of anything occurring in the now, at least as far as she'd ever been able to tell. Amata huffed lightly. "Oh, I'm sure he's sitting in his office with his nose in a book," she replied icily, narrowing her eyes. "Which is about par for the course with him, you know. But I'd have thought he'd have been a little more careful about at least showing up this year, if not actually managing to be on time." She leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms, fingers tapping against her upper arm in annoyance. She pointed towards Grayson's cousin. "That's Joel. Did you know Grayson had a younger cousin? I certainly didn't, until he told me that the boy was going to be living with him now. And that he's a first year. But he still couldn't be bothered to watch the clock and make the feast, apparently." Her jaw tightened. This was, in all honesty, the first time she'd ever been upset with Grayson. And she wasn't just upset; she was legitimately furious. Of all the irresponsible... she inhaled sharply, and held the breath for a long moment, releasing it slowly and trying to calm down. Apparently she didn't have as good a handle on her temper lately as she usually did, which was unfortunate. The blonde chewed on her lower lip, trying to focus and calm down, but it was rather difficult. She didn't think she'd be sticking around after the sorting ended... she needed to have a word with her boyfriend. One which would hopefully be a reasonable discussion and not her yelling at him... hopefully. If she managed to calm down properly.
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xxxდ დ დ ít stαrts ín mч t σ є s, mαkєs mє c r í n k l є mч n σ s є
xxxxxxდ დ დ w h є r є v є r ít gσєs, í α l w α ч s knσw
xxxxxxxxxდ დ დ thαt чσu mαkє mє s m í l є, plєαsє s t α ч fσr α w h í l є
xxxxxxxxxxxxდ დ დ just t α k є чσur t í m є , w h є r є v є r чσu gσ
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Posted: Sun Feb 08, 2015 6:15 pm
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2015 12:13 pm
I can't say the words out loud...
So in a rhyme I wrote you down.
Now you'll live throughout the ages;
I can feel your pulse in the pages.
I have written you down...
Now you will live forever.  G E R M A I N E
D Y A N
U M B E R
former hufflepuff │ muggleborn │ bookworm
Germaine was fairly certain she'd missed quite a number of both start and end of term feasts, simply because it was incredibly easy to lose track of time inside the cavernous school library. At the very least, she was often late, but this today she'd been determined to show up on time. It was easy to convince herself she wasn't needed there, simply because she wasn't a professor, but she was still a member of the school staff, and spending too much time alone with just books and her cat for company simply wasn't healthy. She took a seat, brown eyes scanning the Great Hall. She didn't really personally know any of the graduating class, but then again, she was a muggleborn and didn't know the many families in the wizarding world to begin with, other than through word of mouth and by seeing the same surnames pop up over and over again. She wished she'd brought something to read, but thought that might have been rude. Instead, she hummed under her breath as she waited. And all the world will read you,
And you will live forever.
In eyes not yet created!
On tongues that are not born!
I have written you down...
The virtue is in the verse.
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2015 5:40 pm
 Kolton slowly made his way to the fairly empty at the moment staff table. He thought back to the beginning of the year, and how nervous he had been. It was his first year teaching, and it had gone pretty smoothly, which he was grateful for. He took a seat near the end of the table, gazing over the gathering students and then to the gathering staff. One thing that hadn't changed, though.. He knew absolutely nobody. He kept to himself the whole year, the only people he'd interacted with being his students, and well.. That was only during his class, and of course, well, they were students. мιи∂ мαgιc ║ яαvεиcℓαω αℓυмиι OOC: (Open for nteraction.)
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Posted: Sat Mar 28, 2015 6:35 pm
Professor Landon Price
Former Hufflepuff
Advanced Flying   Location: Great Hall - Staff Table Landon wasn't at all surprised at how fast the year went. In fact in just two short years his niece would be attending Hogwarts. Helping her to understand the world that was as much hers and it was his, he couldn't wait for that. She had an interest in Quidditch which made going to games that much more fun and knew she would be in his class like all the other Quidditch hopefuls. Maybe she would make it onto a Quidditch team after graduation but that wasn't for a long while and she could do anything she wanted. Thinking about how he'd be greeted when he got home, Landon couldn't help but smile. Another year may be gone but the summer was just beginning. Honestly spending time with his niece was the best part of the summer and his sister certainly appreciated the hiding place for her daughter. The last thing they needed was for Emma's father Logan to realize she was still very much a part of Claire's life. Granted there was hardly anything he could do. Status: Another year gone... With: Fellow Professors Wearing: Professional OOC: ---
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