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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 12:17 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 1:00 pm
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Battle-ready Shapeshifter
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 1:17 pm
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I wake up every evening with a big smile on my face, ------And it never feels out of place. And you're still probably working at a 9 to 5 pace,------ I wonder how bad that tastes. When you see my face, Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell. When you walk my way,---------Hope it gives you hell, hope it gives you hell. Now where's your picket fence, love? And where's that shiny car? And did it ever get you far? || You never seemed so tense, love. I've never seen you fall so hard. ❝ Do You Know Where You Are? ❞『✮』『✮』
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The Hufflepuff Arithmancy professor rushed in, with quite a bit of black dirt on her face rushed in, her silky black robes flying behind her as she took a seat next to the Slytherin professor, Icarus Skylar. She looked somewhat disheveled, but on the other hand, this wasn't exactly a rare occurance. Cordessa Lee, or Dess as she liked to be called, spent a lot of time playing with potions and numbers. She prided herself greatly on her mind's ability to handle numbers. Although she really desired the potion's master position, she knew that most people don't consider themselves confident enough in Arithmancy to take the position. So it was, indeed, quite an honor. She waved to the other teachers before her brown eyes darted to the food in front of her, as she started eating rather quickly. She thought of all the things that had to be done. She had to prepare her classes for the older students, the very few older students that she had in her class, and at the same time, there was so much data out there to be discovered. With her cheeks filling up with some bread, she smiled at Icarus and gave him a nod hello and continued to eat.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 2:06 pm
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It was true, her father, Nathaniel Mills, lived and breathed for the game of quidditch. Her mother had at one point in her life, but after an injury during a game with Puddlemere United she decided it was best to hang up her robes. Many arguments had ensued between Gemini's parents after that, but her father soon came to terms with his wife's retirement and life went back to normal soon after for the Mills' family. "Hello Professor de Grey. I would have to agree with you on that one. He's absolutely amazing to watch, but this isn't the first time he's thought about retirement. After mum retired he almost did as well, but mum and I convinced him that it would be best if he continued to play." Taking another sip she turned to both Icarus and Ronnie. She'd seen Ronnie's brother-in-law play before, but like Icarus had said, he could never hold a candle to Gemini's father. Him being the best seeker and captain the Falmouth Falcons had ever seen.
Continuing to eat she listened to what Duskina had replied to Icarus' question. Of course, her attention was drawn away from the two Slytherins when Cordessa Lee, the arithmacy professor, she was a bit of a mess as usual. Gemini respected her in the sense that nobody else had been willing to take the position as the arithmacy professor. She could remember back when she'd attended Hogwarts as a student. That had been one of the few classes that she'd never felt the need to take. It wasn't a pointless class, but a class much too hard for her. Smiling back at the other woman Gemini continued to eat in silence as she watched the Great Hall slowly fill up with students. She was definitely excited to begin the new year.
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 8:27 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 09, 2010 9:14 pm
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{ Professor Icarus Skylar } Quidditch Referee and Flying Instructor
"I'm sorry for your loss," Icarus leaned back in the chair, hoping that the sarcasm wasn't to noticable. He used to enjoy Professor Snape's classes, until it was later revealed that the man was a traitor to the now fallen Dark Lord. He decided to change the subject before things got too unmanagable,
"Well, I do feel like quite the lucky man," Icarus chuckled setting down his goblet,"Surrounded by intelligent and - might I add - beautfiul women," Icarus smiled sweetly, "It's not everyday you see a few witches fitting those two categories," Of course, Icarus knew that they would only laugh at his cockiness and shake their head, even as he continued, "It gives me chills just thinking about it. I thought it would only happen in my dreams," Icarus casually manipulated his pumpkin juice from his seat, making it splish in his goblet.
Luckily, our staff includes a lot of beautiful women. Beautiful women… which I may hit on… I hope.
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 3:40 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 10, 2010 7:24 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 15, 2010 6:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 16, 2010 12:03 pm
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Mary Alice waltzed toward the Great Hall, after putting the finishing touches on her lesson plans. She passed Professor Mills, "Hello, Gemini.", she smiled, and continued into the Great Hall, " Hello all!" She grinned an took her seat near Russos. "How are you today, Sasha?" And you Icarus?" She grabbed a piece of toast and some jam to spread on it. "Anything new?" She glanced around at the students, 'You guys are lucky, you have two years before you get me.' She grinned, excited to have new students.
Staring at the blank page before you Open up the dirty window Let the sun illuminate the words That you could not find Reaching for something in the distance So close you can almost taste it Release your inhibitions Feel the rain on your skin
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Posted: Tue Aug 24, 2010 8:35 pm
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Erik Casey Moore 000000CARETAKER 0000 don't underestimate the one legged jerk
Erik limped stiffly and quietly up to the table, offering a dry smile to the teachers sitting. "G'day." He muttered, dropping into a chair thankfully. He wasn't using his prosthetic, now; instead, he was hoping his spell would hold up. He'd cracked the false leg in his fall, and hadn't had time to patch it up. So, for now, he was stuck with the untrustworthy and irritating spell. It made his leg, what was left of it, itch.
He really didn't have much to say, or much that he could say, to the other staff. So, he made himself a plate and observed everyone quietly. The librarian had a quill stuck in her hair...he wondered if she knew. It added a bit of colour to her appearance, though. He, personally, had no patience for drab black all the time. Or robes. They got in the way and gave him one more thing to trip over.
"What're you reading today, Esmerelda?" He asked, peering at the cover. He was sure she had read the whole library by now...perhaps she was doing it a second time.
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Posted: Wed Aug 25, 2010 11:09 am
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Erik Casey Moore 000000CARETAKER 0000 don't underestimate the one legged jerk
While the first reproachful glance had done nothing to phaze him, he shifted uneasily under her studious glance, slouching down in the high-backed chair he sat on. "Right...sounds fascinating." He wasn't lying in the slightest. Magically induced illnesses sounded intriguing, but he didn't dare ask to borrow the book now. He recalled the glance she'd tossed him when he'd interrupted her reading, and didn't much want to experience what would happen if he asked to take what she'd been absorbed in away from her. Well...part of him did. It was the same part of him that took immeasurable and childish glee in zipping around the hidden tunnels and passageways to capture students or drop a stinkbomb on one that had particularily displeased him. But he'd long learned the art of maturity; which wasn't really being mature, and was more supressing the childhood urges to pull people's pigtails. So, he didn't ask, and made a mental note to check it out from the library later this week.
"Learn anything particularily...er...fascinating?" He was about to say useful, but he was sure that she would snap at him that the entire book was useful. She was probably going to tell him that the entire book was fascinating, too...but he could live with that.
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