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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 1:07 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 1:13 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 7:23 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 9:13 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 9:43 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 10:07 am
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 6:58 pm
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Amata HarloweProfessor of Mythology // Great Hall // WearingCURRENTLY WITH // Regret Owens & other professorsCURRENTLY FEELING // NervousCURRENTLY THINKING // 'I hope the sorting starts soon...'═════════════════════════════════
Amata blushed a little at his gaping. She supposed it sounded odd; but, it was a simple gift she'd always had, for some reason. She nodded a little, her blush deepening. "Yes, every book... provided that it's one I bothered to read. My father... well, he is a muggle, so of course any magical text fascinates him. So, he'll buy me a book every time he goes to Diagon Alley with my mother. And often they're just silly little things... I think I own every one of Gilderoy Lockhart's ridiculous books because he's bought them for me. I couldn't tell you where those are; I don't really care. But, anything I've read, even once, I know exactly where it is in my home because I can recall exactly where I was when I finished reading it." She made a mental note to herself to ask her mother to stop by her home and pick up the book on her table... hopefully she'd get it before she actually got to the stories. And hopefully her mother would have the sense to go alone. Her father might try to organize things...
Amata smiled and nodded about their trip to the forest. "We can make a day of it; some weekend, we'll pack a basket and have a picnic. I know the perfect place." She made a mental note to try and do a little exploring beforehand, and to stop by a certain hollow... to reacquaint herself.
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(( OOC: )) So, the fiancee is in town, I won't be on as much. I'll probably only post a couple times a day until he goes home, unless I have to be on more for something.
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 10:24 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 01, 2012 10:34 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 5:46 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 8:26 pm
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Amata HarloweProfessor of Mythology // Great Hall // WearingCURRENTLY WITH // Regret Owens & other professorsCURRENTLY FEELING // NervousCURRENTLY THINKING // 'I hope the sorting starts soon...'═════════════════════════════════
Amata smiled. "My father tried for years to get me to try alphabetizing, or somehow organizing, my things. But it never stuck. I have at least four bookshelves in each room in my house that he meant to house my books, but instead I use for decorating. I just can't stand for my things to be organized... I don't know why. And it drives him crazy." She actually had started using the shelves to house her trinkets and decorations after her father had gotten his feelings hurt upon realizing they were all in a spare room in her home, collecting dust. She'd arranged them about the house and started placing all her little knick knacks and things on them. And she certainly had enough.
She took another sip of her drink, then tapped her chin, thinking. "I don't think this weekend would be good, since I'm sure we'll be busy with lessons and all, what with it being the first week of classes. But maybe in a couple of weeks, when things have slowed down?" That would give her plenty of time to check out the forest and try and find all her old favorite spots. She was sure things had changed a little; but, she hoped it wasn't too much. She'd hate to get them lost.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 11:14 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2012 11:23 pm
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Regret ☂ Owens Divinations Professor
✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖ "I can't understand him a bit," Regret chuckled. "And that is a lot of baubles." Four bookshelves-full of trinkets? How many does that make? If it was arranged four per shelve, and each bookcases had five shelves, then that's already twenty. Assuming that Amata's home had three rooms, that's twelve bookshelves. Two hundred and four trinkets. Wow, that was a lot.
"Of course," Regret agreed. "In a month or so, when the season of autumn paints each leaves a beautiful shade of red, orange, and yellow." He paused a bit, then added, "Honestly, I don't even know what I'll be teaching the first day of class." Regret had been too focused on his books to develop anything but the lesson plans. But he didn't worry too much, since he knew he could get everything together in a day or two.
✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖ ℰndure through the pain, to be rewarded with a gain.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 7:47 pm
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Wizard LawFormer RavenclawKendrick shook his head, rubbing the back of his neck. "I thought the goal was to keep them safe, Cinq?" He grinned awkwardly, still not used to the biggish crowd in the Great Hall. "But, who am I to tell you how to teach. I think even you might need some help against a giant horde of them, though."Kendrick thought briefly on what would happen to the school if that many children arrived. 200 eleven year olds, just learning to control their magic, running rampant through the halls? The potential for injury, disaster, hilarity, and all-around unpleasantness increased exponentially with each new head added.
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Posted: Fri Aug 03, 2012 9:38 pm
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Amata HarloweProfessor of Mythology // Great Hall // WearingCURRENTLY WITH // Regret Owens & other professorsCURRENTLY FEELING // RelaxedCURRENTLY THINKING // 'I wonder if this is going to be like a date...'═════════════════════════════════
Amata laughed a little. She did have a lot of... what had he called them? Baubles? She'd always heard that associated with jewelry, not decorations and trinkets, but she supposed it fit. "I have a bit of an obsession with gifts... it's part of the reason I didn't want you to buy my lunch the other day. I've been trying not to allow other people to buy me things or spend any money on me. I'm trying to get over my... what's the word? Acquisitiveness. My 'baubles' are a testament to just how bad a problem I have. I have hundreds of little glass figures and marble statuettes and things. Almost none of which I bought for myself. Most of them were from my parents, but a few were from friends who would buy them on vacation, and say 'I got this for you; I know how much you love things like this.'" She took another drink, then shook her head at own silliness again, smiling.
As he described the colors of the leaves, Amata inclined her head, smiling. To be honest, when he said it like that, it sounded like a date. She hadn't really intended it to be one, but she couldn't say she was opposed to the notion. She supposed that, with her mentioning the picnic, it probably seemed to him like she had wanted it to be a date. Her reasoning had been that, even with how small the bit of forest she knew was, it would still take a few hours to explore it all. And, if they were lucky, they would have a guide to show them even more of the forest than she knew. So they were bound to be there for at least half a day, and walking the woods was exhausting, and they would almost certainly get hungry. But, if he wanted to make it a date... she couldn't find a reason to insist that it wasn't one. "That sounds lovely." At his comment about the first day of lessons, she laughed again, this one louder, the bell-like laugh he'd heard at Hogsmeade, and nodded a little. "I haven't really planned mine, either; I know my subject matter well enough that I figured that I would just wing it with most of the lecture. I mean, I have a basic set of notes so that I don't forget anything important, but it's not very structured. I don't do well with structure." She blushed a little with the last bit. Honestly, she was worried that her disorganization would cause problems with the lessons, but she hadn't been able to make herself plan anything out. It just wasn't in her nature.
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