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SilverTiger · 08-08-2011, 09:34 PM

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Originally Posted by Maxilocks

The fact that it had been an eventful year was no surprise - 'Hogwarts' and 'eventful' were more or less synonymous - but, even so, the thought of everything that had happened this term - certain events in particular - brought something of a frown to Jared's face as he stepped into the Great Hall. The place was packed, as expected. His eyes locked with Renée's for a moment, before she'd turned to the rest of the staff. He gave the professors already seated a collective nod, before slipping into his seat.

Just as Hecate called out to Max.

He had to resist the urge to smile. Trust Hecate to make even that sound amusing.

It bothered Renée the slightest bit that even Jared was being so quiet, but even so, at least that moment of locking gazes told her that he wasn't angry at her. Ther might have been disappointment, sadness, but he wasn't angry at her for things she couldn't necessarily control. Plus, she'd already discussed other things with him as well, so hopefully after a bit of time things would be back to normal. perhaps it was just everything that had happened this term, which only brought her back to wondering if Max remembered anything that had happened when he wasn't himself. It was rather awkward being next to him, wondering, with that vast empty seat between her and Jared. She'd actually contemplated sliding over, but didn't want to offend her old head of house.

Apparently Hecate didn't have that problem, and she'd glanced down the table at the comment only to see Jared's almost smile as she'd turned back, in her peripheral vision. At least there would be some amusement for the night.

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Originally Posted by Cassirin

Tate had been full on stewing as he watched drama and chatter and excitement happening around him. He didn't mind it so much, although he could do without drama. What was it with teenagers and drama? They were like moths attracted to the light source of overreaction and hormonal imbalance or something.

After long enough, he shook his head and rose to his feet. With an impatient hand, he gestured the waiting students back to their respective tables. Time for his much anticipated speech - much anticipated because he knew they all hoped it would be over sooner rather than later.

"Good evening, Hogwarts staff and students. As we enjoy this final feast from our house elves, let us take a moment to acknowledge our Slytherin brethren for winning the Quidditch cup and House Cup this year. This is starting to become a habit, I think. I know many of you put in a lot of excellent effort toward earning house points this term, and your house very much appreciates your work. In fact, Lord Borr would like to invite the top earner in each house to the Ministry of Magic for a special tour. Let's give a hand to Kurumi Hollingberry, Sierra Greingoth, Eino Uronen, and Penny Laughgood."

He waited for any clapping to subside before continuing. "As you know, this is an exciting time as we're heading into summer and new adventures and no more classes, but it is also a time for change and reflection as we say good bye to old friends and professors. To all of you, I bid you so long and good luck. Hogwarts will always be a sanctuary and hall of learning, no matter where you go in life."

It seemed as if they had a larger number than usual graduating this term, but every term felt like that to him. The longer he was here, the more students he saw leave. Sad, really, to always be the one staying.

"For those of you who were privy to the happenings this term, let me assure you that all those who suffered from a ghost pirate personas have been given a clean bill of health, and we have fully removed the treasure hunting imposters to the Ministry for processing. Hogwarts is secure once again, although I believe we will relocate the ship to a suitable cave in order to allow those spirits to rest in peace."

And hopefully never to return? "Last, we have many good things to look forward to next term, not the least of which will be the removal of our Ministry cohorts. I'm sure you're looking forward to having additional staff members next term. In addition, Lord Borr has required that we offer... dance classes." Ugly face. He was not a happy Tatertot. "He suggested Mr. Stryker might be interested in taking on that position."

Dance classes. Whew. Insanity. "Now... tuck in and enjoy the meal with a tip of the hat to the house elves again. Safe travels and all that business. And if we could leave off with the histrionics and dramatic declarations, it would do wonders for my digestion."

And then there was Tate's speech. yet another thing that helped Renée feel a bit more herself, just by the very knowledge that that wasn't something that would change. The headmaster would always speak, heralding the arrival of the food and getting the feast moving. Even if part of her didn't really want it all to end. She was going to make sure to at least follow the last part of the speech, even if it hadn't really been meant for her and the rest of the staff, or even if she wasn't usually prone to histrionics and dramatic declarations anyhow.

At least now she could distract herself with the feast, and think of conversation starters while she listened to those going on around her. Jacob's speech to Max didn't really register, although it seemed to have disturbed Tate. Listening was always an interesting practice, although she normally didn't eavesdrop. Not in the normal way, at least, and not lately. Not after that incident with Selina, which had scared her more than she'd expected.

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Originally Posted by demented_death_eater

"No thank you, Professor Lafay," Vindictus replied. She had to go there with that kiss that he didn't remember. Two can play at that game. "I'd be somewhat suspicious of you attempting to slip me a love potion or perhaps something worse."

Slipping a slice of roast beef onto her plate, as if afraid Max would take it all before anyone else could have some, Renée smiled a little at the amusing thought. It wasn't like there wouldn't be enough food for all, even if other staff members felt the need to comment on the subject. Hecate seemed quite into needling Max, but at least one of his responses managed to get a raised eyebrow from her. Love potions. That only got her wondering again as to how much if any Max remembered of when he'd been possessed, and she glanced at Jared again with a grin. There had been no harm in the pathwways, but there had definitely been talk of love potions in regards to the older staff member.

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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising

But rather than stopping at her customary second seat from the end, Hadley pondered the choices thoughtfully. Unlikely that the substitute would be attending the feast, and eying the spot next to Renee, which was theoretically that of Lord Borr who was likely too busy and important to feast at Hogwarts, the Arithmancy professor slipped into the vacant seat next to Renee.

"Good evening," she said to those nearby - some of which were definitely closer than her usual seat. "Dance lessons, Headmaster? What's that about?" And what about dramatic declarations? Kids weren't still professing their love for one another, were they? Teenagers. PFFT.

But before she could say anything to Jared along the lines of an amusing inside comment about their experience, someone had decided to slip into the empty seat between them and spoken. Fina. Renée gave her a smile in response to the greeting, deciding she couldn't begrudge the other woman for wanting to not bee all the way at the end of the staff table by herself, with the disappearance of Lachlan and Risu. "Good evening," she responded, breaking through her own silence before lapsing back into it as Fina turned a question over to Tate about his speech. This was starting to bother her a little, as she was rarely completely silent and she didn't want her own life making her fall back onto what happened when her mother had died. Either way, she wouldn't interrupt others.

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SilverTiger Crumple-Horned Snorkack Join Date: Dec 2007 Location: SoCal sighs(GMT-8) Posts: 111,214 Hogwarts RPG Name: Giselle Barrington Slytherin Seventh Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Teagan Kensington Slytherin Second Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Arienne Morgenstern Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Simone Wild Slytherin Third Year x5 x3	Shoe!Girl │ Rebel Ravie │ Confundus Queen │ RP Addict Quote: Originally Posted by Maxilocks The fact that it had been an eventful year was no surprise - 'Hogwarts' and 'eventful' were more or less synonymous - but, even so, the thought of everything that had happened this term - certain events in particular - brought something of a frown to Jared's face as he stepped into the Great Hall. The place was packed, as expected. His eyes locked with Renée's for a moment, before she'd turned to the rest of the staff. He gave the professors already seated a collective nod, before slipping into his seat. Just as Hecate called out to Max. He had to resist the urge to smile. Trust Hecate to make even that sound amusing. It bothered Renée the slightest bit that even Jared was being so quiet, but even so, at least that moment of locking gazes told her that he wasn't angry at her. Ther might have been disappointment, sadness, but he wasn't angry at her for things she couldn't necessarily control. Plus, she'd already discussed other things with him as well, so hopefully after a bit of time things would be back to normal. perhaps it was just everything that had happened this term, which only brought her back to wondering if Max remembered anything that had happened when he wasn't himself. It was rather awkward being next to him, wondering, with that vast empty seat between her and Jared. She'd actually contemplated sliding over, but didn't want to offend her old head of house. Apparently Hecate didn't have that problem, and she'd glanced down the table at the comment only to see Jared's almost smile as she'd turned back, in her peripheral vision. At least there would be some amusement for the night. Quote: Originally Posted by Cassirin Tate had been full on stewing as he watched drama and chatter and excitement happening around him. He didn't mind it so much, although he could do without drama. What was it with teenagers and drama? They were like moths attracted to the light source of overreaction and hormonal imbalance or something. After long enough, he shook his head and rose to his feet. With an impatient hand, he gestured the waiting students back to their respective tables. Time for his much anticipated speech - much anticipated because he knew they all hoped it would be over sooner rather than later. "Good evening, Hogwarts staff and students. As we enjoy this final feast from our house elves, let us take a moment to acknowledge our Slytherin brethren for winning the Quidditch cup and House Cup this year. This is starting to become a habit, I think. I know many of you put in a lot of excellent effort toward earning house points this term, and your house very much appreciates your work. In fact, Lord Borr would like to invite the top earner in each house to the Ministry of Magic for a special tour. Let's give a hand to Kurumi Hollingberry, Sierra Greingoth, Eino Uronen, and Penny Laughgood." He waited for any clapping to subside before continuing. "As you know, this is an exciting time as we're heading into summer and new adventures and no more classes, but it is also a time for change and reflection as we say good bye to old friends and professors. To all of you, I bid you so long and good luck. Hogwarts will always be a sanctuary and hall of learning, no matter where you go in life." It seemed as if they had a larger number than usual graduating this term, but every term felt like that to him. The longer he was here, the more students he saw leave. Sad, really, to always be the one staying. "For those of you who were privy to the happenings this term, let me assure you that all those who suffered from a ghost pirate personas have been given a clean bill of health, and we have fully removed the treasure hunting imposters to the Ministry for processing. Hogwarts is secure once again, although I believe we will relocate the ship to a suitable cave in order to allow those spirits to rest in peace." And hopefully never to return? "Last, we have many good things to look forward to next term, not the least of which will be the removal of our Ministry cohorts. I'm sure you're looking forward to having additional staff members next term. In addition, Lord Borr has required that we offer... dance classes." Ugly face. He was not a happy Tatertot. "He suggested Mr. Stryker might be interested in taking on that position." Dance classes. Whew. Insanity. "Now... tuck in and enjoy the meal with a tip of the hat to the house elves again. Safe travels and all that business. And if we could leave off with the histrionics and dramatic declarations, it would do wonders for my digestion." And then there was Tate's speech. yet another thing that helped Renée feel a bit more herself, just by the very knowledge that that wasn't something that would change. The headmaster would always speak, heralding the arrival of the food and getting the feast moving. Even if part of her didn't really want it all to end. She was going to make sure to at least follow the last part of the speech, even if it hadn't really been meant for her and the rest of the staff, or even if she wasn't usually prone to histrionics and dramatic declarations anyhow. At least now she could distract herself with the feast, and think of conversation starters while she listened to those going on around her. Jacob's speech to Max didn't really register, although it seemed to have disturbed Tate. Listening was always an interesting practice, although she normally didn't eavesdrop. Not in the normal way, at least, and not lately. Not after that incident with Selina, which had scared her more than she'd expected. Quote: Originally Posted by demented_death_eater "No thank you, Professor Lafay," Vindictus replied. She had to go there with that kiss that he didn't remember. Two can play at that game. "I'd be somewhat suspicious of you attempting to slip me a love potion or perhaps something worse." Slipping a slice of roast beef onto her plate, as if afraid Max would take it all before anyone else could have some, Renée smiled a little at the amusing thought. It wasn't like there wouldn't be enough food for all, even if other staff members felt the need to comment on the subject. Hecate seemed quite into needling Max, but at least one of his responses managed to get a raised eyebrow from her. Love potions. That only got her wondering again as to how much if any Max remembered of when he'd been possessed, and she glanced at Jared again with a grin. There had been no harm in the pathwways, but there had definitely been talk of love potions in regards to the older staff member. Quote: Originally Posted by PhoenixRising But rather than stopping at her customary second seat from the end, Hadley pondered the choices thoughtfully. Unlikely that the substitute would be attending the feast, and eying the spot next to Renee, which was theoretically that of Lord Borr who was likely too busy and important to feast at Hogwarts, the Arithmancy professor slipped into the vacant seat next to Renee. "Good evening," she said to those nearby - some of which were definitely closer than her usual seat. "Dance lessons, Headmaster? What's that about?" And what about dramatic declarations? Kids weren't still professing their love for one another, were they? Teenagers. PFFT. But before she could say anything to Jared along the lines of an amusing inside comment about their experience, someone had decided to slip into the empty seat between them and spoken. Fina. Renée gave her a smile in response to the greeting, deciding she couldn't begrudge the other woman for wanting to not bee all the way at the end of the staff table by herself, with the disappearance of Lachlan and Risu. "Good evening," she responded, breaking through her own silence before lapsing back into it as Fina turned a question over to Tate about his speech. This was starting to bother her a little, as she was rarely completely silent and she didn't want her own life making her fall back onto what happened when her mother had died. Either way, she wouldn't interrupt others. __________________ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ It's me, hi, I'm the problem, it's me, at tea time, everybody agrees ...It must be exhausting, always rooting for the anti-hero ♥ ♥ ♥