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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 6:45 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 8:01 am
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 4:20 pm
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Mira Sinclair : Art & Muggle Art Professor
Mira softly chuckled. She found the man's enthusiasm adorable, and couldn't help it when her lips curved into a small smile. "Friday, then?" She asked. True her classses were tiny, but the professor still had several request for paintings and engravings - those side-jobs kept her busy. Friday was her only free day in the next two weeks. The brunette took a small sip out of her goblet, and then said. "Sure, we can look at the painting before going off to Hogmeade. It's in my office." 'Clean the office.' She mentally chanted, her office was currently in a state of disarray, and she didn't want the assistant nurse to see that. Once that mental note was posted, the excitement of going to Hogmeade again kicked in. It had been a couple, okay, several years since Mira visited the village. She was happy to go back, especially since it was Rian asking her to go... "Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known."
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 5:10 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 5:26 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 5:35 pm
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Mira Sinclair : Art & Muggle Art Professor
Mira's glance flickered to Rian, stuying his eyes. "Yes...perfect." She whispered, echoing his words, refering to the pretty purple orbs, she was staring at. The woman looked away, and the assistant nurse commented on the time arrangement. She nodded, getting a couple of strands of hair in her face. The brunette once again mentally chanted. 'Clean the office.' Re-enforcing the mental sticky. She thought about the date. Frivolous and girly thoughts of what to wear popped into her head, but she quickly shook them away. Mira wouldn't get lost in thoughts, not when Rian was right next to her... "How is it working in the Hospital Wing? Does it get busy?" She asked, making conversation. The art professor was genuinely curious. The woman placed her cheek into the cup of her palm, and stared at him, calmly. "Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known."
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 5:43 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 7:33 pm
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Eldak Athlis Defense Against the Dark Arts
With a flash of lightning in the Great Hall's sky and a rush of desert wind, the front door to the Great Hall opened and in stepped Eldak Athlis, the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. He ran his hand through his air and exhaled, taking in the Sorting ceremony before calmly making his way up to the Staff Table. He spotted many beautiful looking women sitting at the Staff Table and praised the gods that be. One, a beautiful blond was sitting next to no one, so he moved next to her. "Why one so beautiful as you does not have anyone sitting next to her is a travesty! Please, allow me to correct this err in the name of all mankind," he said to Inari, his words rolling out in an eloquent way, his blue eyes, a window to his soul, warm and kind, yet deeper down, revealing a mischievous side.
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Posted: Fri Apr 01, 2011 11:48 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 3:09 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 6:02 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 6:15 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 6:18 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 6:51 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 02, 2011 6:53 pm
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Mira Sinclair : Art & Muggle Art Professor
Rian's laugh elicited a gentle smile from the brunette. "Good mentors drive their pupils hard." She commented, remebering the art professor before her. Yes, the old bat made her re-do so many pieces that after awhile, the first draft often became the last one. The assitant nurse explained his brother-sister relationship with Isis, and Mira couldn't help but to wish she had a friend like that. When Rian looked at her eyes, she blushed slightly. The pale pink glow complemented her. She answered his question, brogue not hidden again, like it usually was. "A paint set. I got one on my birthday from my uncle Eammon. I wanted to try it, so I did so...on my bedroom walls. I painted all the flowers I could remeber. When my parents came in, I thought for sure my neck would be wringed out. My mum just came up to me, and said: You're lucky you painted tulips, they're favourite flowers." She laughed softly, her face went blank for a moment before returning to a calm expression. "Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known."
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