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yyyyyyyyyyyyyyL’AMOUR EST UN OISEAU REBELLE QUE NUL NE PEUT APPRIVOISER
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yyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy❀█████████████████ᵉᵗ ᶜ’ᵉᶳᵗ ᵇᶤᵉᶰ ᶤᶰ ᵛᵃᶤᶰ ᵠᵘ’ᵒᶰ ˡ’ᵃᵖᵖᵉˡˡᵉ
yyyyyyyyy❀███████████████████████❀█████ᶳ’ᶤˡ ˡᵘᶤ ᶜᵒᶰᵛᶤᵉᶰᵗ ᵈᵉ ʳᵉᶠᵘᶳᵉʳˑ██ ｘｘｏｘｏ
yyyyyyyL’oιѕeαυ qυe тυ croyαιѕ ѕυrpreɴdere｛ Bαттιт d’αιle eт ѕ’eɴvolα.__♥_ ｝xxxxxxxxxx ｏｏｘｏｘ
yyyyyyy____❀__ Ｓｉ██ｊｅ██ｔ’ａｉｍｅ，██ｐｒｅｎｄｓ██ｇａｒｄｅ██ａ̀██ｔｏｉ！___
xxxＡᴛᴛɪʀᴇ ﹕﹕ [x]
xxＪᴀᴍs ﹕﹕ [x]
xＣᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴs ﹕﹕ Professor Windsor et. al.
xxＭᴏᴏᴅ ﹕﹕ Cheerful
xxxＴʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ﹕﹕ '....'
`·» »-(¯`v´¯)-»
Humming a light tune as the frenchwoman entered into the chamber, the Animagus Professor glowed with excitement as she took her seat at the table and adjusted her hair. ”Bonne soirée~!” With a cheerful ring in her voice, Lulu smiled to the other staff members before focusing her attention on the solitary Cursebreaking Professor. ”What is zis?” She asked, leaning over to one side as she pointed at the Professor’s book. Lulu was genuinely curious to know what a lot of the other Professors were reading – it seemed as if a lot of them really liked to read, and while Lulu herself did enjoy a few books here she could never see herself reading during these festivities… unless, of course, the book itself was genuinely more interesting. Did such a book exist in the world? Perhaps, but Lulu wasn’t likely going to find it any time soon.
Lᴜᴇʟʟᴀ Hᴜᴄᴋᴀʙᴇᴇ / / Aɴɪᴍᴀɢᴜs Pʀᴏғᴇssᴏʀ / / Fᴇʀʀᴇᴛ Aɴɪᴍᴀɢᴜs / / . . . / / Tᴇɴ / / Rᴏsᴇᴡᴏᴏᴅ / / Uɴɪᴄᴏʀɴ Tᴀɪʟ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʀᴇ
⊰ ＯＯＣ ;; Hope you don't mind the interaction! ⊱
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 12:03 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 4:30 pm
 Professor Thorsten Eckstein
Pureblood ☨ Professor of Ghoul and Ghost Studies ☨ Former Durmstrang, Keltainen Location : Great Hall - Staff Table
Thorsten knew most would be curious where his daughter would be while he was at school. Sadly he had to do some juggling but luckily living in Scotland wasn’t too terrible. Remembering his time at school Thorsten nodded. “Yes, she’ll be going to Durmstrang just like I did. For now she’s at home. I have made arrangements to have someone watch her while I’m here.” He answered her before explaining. “I’m here during the day and home the rest of the time. With my classes and her being in a muggle school throughout the day, I only needed to make sure Tuesday nights and Friday mornings were covered. In the next two years she’ll be seven and going off to charm school so it will be easier then.” Despite not traveling Cornelia surprisingly understood quite a bit for a five year old.
Looking down the table he noted the brunette that Sophie was talking about. ‘So she has a sister…’ He thought. As she talked he thought about if he’d noticed the Magic Neep on his travels. It slightly ran a bell when he strolled through town. Being knew he figured he might as well see what was around before the school year started. “I’m glad to hear you are doing something you enjoy.” He told her. “The two jobs are certainly different from one another.” He said. “I can only hope I’m as luckily with the students in my class.” He added before the Head of the School addressed the room. The rules for students were just like at Durmstrang so at least he knew what to look out for as a professor.
Status : Happy
With : Fellow colleges... Sophie
Wearing : Professional
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 5:02 pm
As Kolton sat down, he raised an eyebrow in question for a quick second as she greeted him. Had she always called him pet? And more importantly, did she call everyone pet? He decided not to dwell on it and pushed it out of his mind almost as quickly as it appeared. It wasn't that big a deal, anyway. "Yes, I apologize. I just got.. Caught up in something, I suppose. Not a great start to the year, I admit. But here I am," he added with a smile. Kolton suddenly felt a warm pair of hands on his and a head on his shoulder, and it took him a second to process it was hers. He wondered whether or not she knew what she was doing, and if she did, well.. He wasn't complaining. "Yes, mine was pleasant. Though it was quite boring as well. I took a trip to London, and that was.. Interesting. Maybe we could meet up sometime next summer, I'm sure that would make it at least a little bit less boring. If you want, of course."
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 5:22 pm
Professor Landon Price
Former Hufflepuff
Advanced Flying   Location: Great Hall - Staff Table Landon sat at the table watching the sorting and noticed that there were a lot of Slytherin students this year. That didn’t mean anything to him since he was a professor and all students were equal no matter what their house. Clapping for every student he was surprised when the last name Umber. Looking at Germaine who just so happened to be next to him, Landon didn’t say anything. He just watched as Kiley was sorted into Ravenclaw and Kimberly was sorted into Gryffindor. Clapping for both, he turned his attention to the overly happy Germaine. “I didn’t know you had kids.” Landon said with a smile. “You must be proud.” He added knowing he was for Emma when she was sorted last year. Glancing over as Timothy began his usually rule reminder for the students and announced the feast, Landon found himself scanning the Hufflepuff table. Spotting Emma, he smiled seeing that she seemed happy to say the least. Putting food on his plate he looked back to his college. Though he didn’t know what being a parent was all about he did know what it was like to be an uncle and he couldn’t complain one bit. Status: Happy... surprised Germaine has kids? With: Fellow Professors... Germaine Wearing: Professional OOC: ---
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 7:33 pm
We will call this place our home,
The dirt in which our roots may grow.
Though the storms will push and pull,
We will call this place our home.
We’ll tell our stories on these walls.
Every year, measure how tall.
And just like a work of art,
We’ll tell our stories on these walls.  G E R M A I N E
D Y A N
U M B E R
former hufflepuff │ muggleborn │ librarian
Germaine glanced over with a wide smile when someone nearby spoke up, and nodded at Landon, who she'd always been friendly with but rarely seemed to get the chance to talk too much. They were both very busy, after all. "I didn't until this summer," she said warmly. "Adopted; and I am, they're wonderful girls." She didn't think Landon had children of his own, but she seemed to remember... "Wasn't your niece sorted a year or two ago? That must have been fun; you got to be the proud uncle." She was distracted by the appearance of the food, and set about filling her plate, humming under her breath a little. Let the years we’re here be kind.
Let our hearts, like doors, open wide.
Settle our bones like wood over time.
Give us bread, give us salt, give us wine.
A little broken, a little new.
We are the impact and the glue.
Capable of more than we know,
We call this fixer upper home.
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The Forgotten Weasley Crew
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 8:52 pm
Professor Landon Price
Former Hufflepuff
Advanced Flying Location: Great Hall - Staff Table Landon smiled. So she adopted the two girls. Now that explained why he didn’t know about them until now. “Congratulations then on becoming a new mother of two.” He told her brightly. “I bet they are.” He said with a smile. He wondered if either of them would be interested in his class. He’d have to wait till next year to find out. That was a whole year away. For now he’d just be happy for all the new students. When Germaine mentioned his niece he nodded. “Yes, Emma was sorted last year, ended up in Hufflepuff.” He told her with a smile. “It was and I did get to be that.” He imagined it would be the same as being a parent in some way. At least he got to see her sorting much like Germaine most parents didn’t get too. Status: Happy... With: Fellow Professors... Germaine Wearing: Professional OOC: ---
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2015 9:51 pm
◆ ♆ ◆ Sebastian "Ian" Windsor ◆ ♆ ◆ ◆ Cursebreaking Professor ◆ Pureblood ◆ Father ◆ Ravenclaw Alumni ◆ Archaeologist ◆
I see the colors of the world—they're rearranging
The center sentinels are cunningly estranging all...
I think a little about a lot, I'm introverted
You think a lot about a little never heard it all, of our energy.
And I bring these words to life...
╔══════════════════════════════╗ Sebastian looked up to see a blonde professor, who was carrying a cheerful and bubbly atmosphere, who greeted the staff before before she focused on his, which he didn't expect. He nodded and greeted her back with a friendly tone, "Bonjour, madam, you must be the Animagus Professor?" With his honesty, despite his traveling background, he was not a good speaker of French or any languages aside from English. "Oh this?" He said when the lady curiously asked him about his book, it was a collection of short stories by Luigi Pirandello, currently reading a short story of "The Jar". "This book is basically the collection of short stories written by Luigi Pirandello, an Italian novelist. This story was quite... amusing," He looked up at Headmaster Steele when he announced the feast, after the announcement turned his head fact to the Frenchwoman. "I think we haven't met? I'm Ian Windsor, I teach Cursebreaking." He at least knew that she used to each Transfiguration because his son Jean used to be in her class, also his son will be taking Animagus Classes.
[ OOC : I'm actually glad for the interactions! <33 ] ╚══════════════════════════════╝ We stay up late and draw the lines to every constellation,
We live with all our sorrows tied to age and separation
These are the days of love and life, these are our expectations
We stay up late to live tonight, this is our destination  ◆ Thinking : "This feast seemed fine as usual"
◆ With : Lulu Huckabee
◆ Attire :
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2015 4:20 pm
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yyyyyyyyyyyyyyL’AMOUR EST UN OISEAU REBELLE QUE NUL NE PEUT APPRIVOISER
yyyyyyy██████████ ███████ ███████████████████ ███████████████████
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yyyyyyyyy❀███████████████████████❀█████ᶳ’ᶤˡ ˡᵘᶤ ᶜᵒᶰᵛᶤᵉᶰᵗ ᵈᵉ ʳᵉᶠᵘᶳᵉʳˑ██ ｘｘｏｘｏ
yyyyyyyL’oιѕeαυ qυe тυ croyαιѕ ѕυrpreɴdere｛ Bαттιт d’αιle eт ѕ’eɴvolα.__♥_ ｝xxxxxxxxxx ｏｏｘｏｘ
yyyyyyy____❀__ Ｓｉ██ｊｅ██ｔ’ａｉｍｅ，██ｐｒｅｎｄｓ██ｇａｒｄｅ██ａ̀██ｔｏｉ！___
xxxＡᴛᴛɪʀᴇ ﹕﹕ [x]
xxＪᴀᴍs ﹕﹕ [x]
xＣᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴs ﹕﹕ Professor Windsor et. al.
xxＭᴏᴏᴅ ﹕﹕ Cheerful
xxxＴʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ﹕﹕ '....'
`·» »-(¯`v´¯)-»
Detecting that she had caught the man maybe not at the best of times as he had his nose in the books, it was a relief to Lulu when, upon being spoken to, the Cursebreaking professor peaked his head up and spoke to her in a friendly manner. At least that much hadn’t changed about Hogwarts – the staff were generally quite friendly. ”Ah~ oui!” Lulu responded. ”Zat would be me… I seem to ‘ave many étudiant this year. Many children are interested in learning ze subject. C’est manifique~”
With the feast underway and the festivities proceeding, Lulu found herself a little more relaxed, sitting back in her chair as she sipped from her goblet. With her attention focused onto Professor Windsor again, Lulu smiled. Unsure if the man knew her name or anything about her other than the subject she was teaching, Lulu decided to introduce herself as well. ”Je suis Lulu ‘uckabee… ze name Windsor sounds very familiar… ‘ave you any children, Professor?”
Lᴜᴇʟʟᴀ Hᴜᴄᴋᴀʙᴇᴇ / / Aɴɪᴍᴀɢᴜs Pʀᴏғᴇssᴏʀ / / Fᴇʀʀᴇᴛ Aɴɪᴍᴀɢᴜs / / . . . / / Tᴇɴ / / Rᴏsᴇᴡᴏᴏᴅ / / Uɴɪᴄᴏʀɴ Tᴀɪʟ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʀᴇ
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2015 1:45 am
◆ ♆ ◆ Sebastian "Ian" Windsor ◆ ♆ ◆ ◆ Cursebreaking Professor ◆ Pureblood ◆ Father ◆ Ravenclaw Alumni ◆ Archaeologist ◆
I see the colors of the world—they're rearranging
The center sentinels are cunningly estranging all...
I think a little about a lot, I'm introverted
You think a lot about a little never heard it all, of our energy.
And I bring these words to life...
╔══════════════════════════════╗ The redheaded professor smiled, "Is that so? That's quite good news. After all, Animagus is quite something an interesting subject, oh if only if I'm good at Transfiguration," He chuckled and decided to close his small book when the feast was arrived, perhaps the book can wait. He put away his book inside his robes, which didn't seem to gain any weight fortunately. The woman introduced herself as Lulu Huckabee, hmm at least he could remember that to call her, easy enough. When Professor Huckabee asked him regarding his surname and children, he answered, "Yes, I do. I have a son in Ravenclaw. His name is Eugene, and I suppose it sounded familiar for the fact that he wished to apply for Animagus Class this year." It could be the fact that Eugene used to be part of the Quidditch, or the fact that his nephew and nieces had a reputation for being... way too outgoing. ╚══════════════════════════════╝ We stay up late and draw the lines to every constellation,
We live with all our sorrows tied to age and separation
These are the days of love and life, these are our expectations
We stay up late to live tonight, this is our destination ◆ Thinking : "This feast seemed fine as usual"
◆ With : Lulu Huckabee
◆ Attire :
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Posted: Wed Nov 11, 2015 6:45 pm
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yyyyyyyyy❀███████████████████████❀█████ᶳ’ᶤˡ ˡᵘᶤ ᶜᵒᶰᵛᶤᵉᶰᵗ ᵈᵉ ʳᵉᶠᵘᶳᵉʳˑ██ ｘｘｏｘｏ
yyyyyyyL’oιѕeαυ qυe тυ croyαιѕ ѕυrpreɴdere｛ Bαттιт d’αιle eт ѕ’eɴvolα.__♥_ ｝xxxxxxxxxx ｏｏｘｏｘ
yyyyyyy____❀__ Ｓｉ██ｊｅ██ｔ’ａｉｍｅ，██ｐｒｅｎｄｓ██ｇａｒｄｅ██ａ̀██ｔｏｉ！___
xxxＡᴛᴛɪʀᴇ ﹕﹕ [x]
xxＪᴀᴍs ﹕﹕ [x]
xＣᴏᴍᴘᴀɴɪᴏɴs ﹕﹕ Professor Windsor et. al.
xxＭᴏᴏᴅ ﹕﹕ Cheerful
xxxＴʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ﹕﹕ '....'
`·» »-(¯`v´¯)-»
”Est-ce vrai?” Lulu asked, clapping her hands together gently as she perked up in her chair. There was a look of genuine excitement on her face when the Professor announced that his son would be attending her class this year. ”Ah, ‘ow wonderful~ I must ‘ave read ‘is name on ze class list zis year!” She explained. Lulu had actually been fairly shocked when she was given her class list – there seemed to be a great number of students taking interest in Animgaus Studies this year, which meant that she would actually have to make some form of a formal lesson plan. Of course, she didn’t mind that she had to do work over the school year – that was what she was getting paid to do after all. But getting right back into it after such a long time was a little daunting for the professor. She hoped the students would receive her well… and that her accent wouldn’t get too much in the way of her lessons.
”Transfiguration is a very ‘ard topic indeed… but ze subject of cursebreaking is much more complex, no?” Filling her plate with the most colorful and exotic foods she could find when it all appeared, the Frenchwoman started to casually pick at her food, taking small bites in between the conversation. ”I ‘ave never studied such a thing… but I understand zat some curses are incredibly complex. ‘ow a wizard or witch may come up with such spells is something zat I will never understand.”
Lᴜᴇʟʟᴀ Hᴜᴄᴋᴀʙᴇᴇ / / Aɴɪᴍᴀɢᴜs Pʀᴏғᴇssᴏʀ / / Fᴇʀʀᴇᴛ Aɴɪᴍᴀɢᴜs / / . . . / / Tᴇɴ / / Rᴏsᴇᴡᴏᴏᴅ / / Uɴɪᴄᴏʀɴ Tᴀɪʟ Hᴀɪʀ Cᴏʀᴇ
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Posted: Tue Nov 24, 2015 8:30 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 25, 2015 4:05 pm
ஒ Half Blood ஒ Half Veela ஒ Hades ஒ
They can вεģ and they can ρℓεα∂,
But they can't see the ℓιģнτ, that's яιģнτ.
'Cause the вøÿ with the cold hard ¢αṡн
Is αℓωαÿṡ Mister яιģнτ.
Amber sashayed into the great hall and plopped into the seat next to Zachary. She always ate in the great hall because she liked to watch the eyes turn and boys drop as she walked in. Hell even the girls drooled in her presence half the time. Though... she supposed that meant they were lesbians... or at least bisexual. She grabbed a piece of toast and buttered it up before glancing at the professor next to her. She gave him a catty grin and took a rather.... sensual bite from her toast. "Well aren't you a sweet little thing." She purred. She always had to flirt didn't she? The boys either drooled all over her, or if they were more resistant, still got a little fuzzy in her presence. She preferred the drooling kind. Anyone that worshiped her was her kind of fun.
Boys may ¢øмε and boys may ģø
And τнατ'ṡ all яιģнτ you see
εχρεяιεи¢ε has made me яι¢н
And иøω they're after мε.
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Posted: Tue Dec 01, 2015 10:16 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2015 4:00 pm
ஒ Half Blood ஒ Half Veela ஒ Hades ஒ
They can вεģ and they can ρℓεα∂,
But they can't see the ℓιģнτ, that's яιģнτ.
'Cause the вøÿ with the cold hard ¢αṡн
Is αℓωαÿṡ Mister яιģнτ.
She grinned a cat like grin when he got all flustered and confused. He was obviously a sweet man. She really shouldn’t be so awful… but that would be so unlike her. She was a bad girl after all. She smirked and reached a delicate hand over to wipe a drop of tea from just below his lip. She winked at him as she did so, and licked the tea from her finger. She was indeed an awful human being. If Hades could talk he would tell her so, instead the fox slept happily in her lap. Apparently coming to breakfast this early was not in his plan.
She took a sip of her own pumpkin juice and then grabbed a bagel from the table and smeared some strawberry cream cheese on before answering his stuttered out greeting. "Hello sweetheart." She purred, taking a bite from her bagel. "I’m Amber Evette Denier, professor of Wandless magic." She gave him another wink. God sweet people were far more fun to play with. She really should do it more often. At that moment Hades decided to pop his head up and steal the piece of toast from her plate to munch on. "So you don’tyou’re your breakfast and then steal mine?" The veela asked, glancing down at the fox in her lap who was now happily munching the toast and not giving her a glance at all. She rolled her eyes and pat his head before turning her eyes back on the professor next to her. She was hoping she could hypnotize him with her eyes. That would be interesting. "So what do you teach honey?"
Boys may ¢øмε and boys may ģø
And τнατ'ṡ all яιģнτ you see
εχρεяιεи¢ε has made me яι¢н
And иøω they're after мε.
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