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Posted: Tue Mar 29, 2011 11:23 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 9:13 pm
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Evelyn let her robes flow behind her as she walked, making a quiet fluttering sound. She glanced up at the ceiling as she walked, and noticing the increase in the weather quality, she took a mental note to take a stroll through the grounds later. As she passed by the long rows of students, she could feel the end-of-the-year fever emanating from each one of them, and a thick aura of euphoria masked the air. Approaching the staff table, she notice numerous new professors that had acquired the open teaching posts, and she wondered absently if it had been her who had scared all the others away. She took a seat a quarter of the way down the table, adjusting her blue robes around her as she glanced at the man next her sipping his Butterbeer, the hint of a smile peeking through her strict facade. It hit her as a good idea, and a great way to celebrate the end of the year. However, she felt the need for something a little stronger, and at the wave of her wand, her goblet filled to the brim with a strong scented Firewhiskey. She took what she intended to be a sip, letting it turn into the chugging of half her glass. As she set down her considerably lighter goblet, she chuckled lightly to herself when she realized how she must look to anyone watching. She pushed the goblet away, deciding to settle for some pumpkin juice instead.
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 9:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 9:40 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 9:49 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 10:03 pm
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Posted: Wed Mar 30, 2011 10:06 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 2:55 pm
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♦ ♥ ♣ â™ Jack Terran ♦ ♥ ♣ â™
”I’m a partier and a gambler. Even with my life…”
The Alchemy professor was already sitting in his chair, playing a knife game with the silverware. He got faster and faster, stabbing between his fingers. His hand wasn't even cut up yet, "What a year! Exhausting," Jack paused for a moment, wiping the sweat from his brow, "I haven't been here longer than a month and I'm already tired out, sheesh!"
It took only a moment for him to sense his fellow Hufflepuffs. He glanced up with a cool smile that said, You're both too hot to be single, "And what beautiful women they have teaching here... maybe that's why I'm so tired? They never had such beauty teaching here before," he smirked at Evelyn and Mira.
”When it comes down to it, Alchemy is the essence of life”
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 3:18 pm
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{ Professor Icarus Skylar } Quidditch Referee and Flying Instructor
Icarus walked into the Great Hall, stretching his muscles cautiously. It had been a long time since he'd seen his love, but he hoped that she had missed being with him as much as he missed being with her. It had seemed that their schedules were just destined to keep them apart. But, Icarus was sure that, with the season of Quidditch next year, he would be seeing his girlfriend more often than he did this past year.
For now, he searched the table for any familiar faces, yet finding none. Isis wasn't there yet, and neither was Anyanka. His heart sank a tad, but he shrugged mentally and made his way to his seat, a few seats down from Jack.
Icarus drank a glass of water, trying to ignore Jack's obnoxious voice.
Luckily, our staff includes a lot of beautiful women. Beautiful women… which I may hit on… I hope.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 3:22 pm
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Mira Sinclair : Art & Muggle Art Professor
Mira's gaze flickered to the Gryffindor table, searching for her lone student. The woman wished to say a short goodbye to the girl before they both both left for the summer. She was tad bit disappointed that she wasn't able to do that now. 'Ah well, there's always next year...' The art professor took a sip of Gillywater, and then glanced over to her left, just in time to see Jack's cool smile. 'Oh...he's one of those.' She thought, assuming him to be womanizer from his aura. Mira had seen plently of those in the bar of her family's Inn...they tended to be trouble. The man sputtered out some words about beauty and women to herself and Evelyn. The brunette coughed, to stop herself from laughing. 'Hmmm...I thought was he'd go with the mirror in the pants pick up line or some thing like that... I'll give some points to him for originality though....' The woman flashed him a pleasant, and dis-arming smile. "Ah, how sweet of you to say that." She waved her fingers, dismissing the complement. "But perhaps us ladies," She pointed to herself, and then the Charms professor. "would appreciate said words if we knew what marvelous person they came from - what is your name, stranger?" Mira looked at him with a steady gaze, his answer would probably tell a lot about him, she waited expectantly for a reply. "Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known."
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 3:41 pm
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♦ ♥ ♣ â™ Jack Terran ♦ ♥ ♣ â™
”I’m a partier and a gambler. Even with my life…”
Jack winced, "You're giving me the voice," Jack sighed, brushing his hair from his face, glancing up at the professor, "I am Mr. Perfect. I will prove it to you, too,"
Jack stood up carefully, pulling out a chair beside him for Mira, "See? I'm trained," he smiled teasingly.
”When it comes down to it, Alchemy is the essence of life”
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 3:47 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 3:56 pm
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{ Professor Icarus Skylar } Quidditch Referee and Flying Instructor
Icarus looked up into Isis' face, and melted. She looked more beautiful than he could remember. It had been so long. Those beautiful eyes... her lips, her fair skin. Memories flooded into Icarus' mind as he examined Isis tenderly. How long had it been? His heart ached as though it had been centuries.
Icarus stood up clumsily, grabbing his chair before tipping it backward, "Yes, please do,"
The Flying Instructor had never been caught off guard. He had never been so careless around anyone. It felt strange, yet natural all at once. He felt like a fool for her and felt ashamed for it. It was the Slytherin blood that made him feel like that, but, at the same time, Icarus felt like it was perfectly alright to feel this way.
He carefully pulled out the chair for Isis.
Luckily, our staff includes a lot of beautiful women. Beautiful women… which I may hit on… I hope.
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Posted: Thu Mar 31, 2011 4:01 pm
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