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Originally Posted by Droo  As she came back from the Slytherin table, she smiled at Dash who'd just arrived. "Dashiell" She said with a smirk. His head tiled to the side just a bit as the woman greeted him with a smile. He hadn't really spoken to her much last year but this year had been different, and he had actually enjoyed the snake woman's company. "Hecate." Dash gave her a sight nod of his head. "Any particular reason as to why you are addressing me by my middle name?" Quote:
Originally Posted by Nordic Witch If Hecate was in bad mood then Dash seemed to have taken the same potion. His mate looked for lack of better word unhappy. "Evening Dash!" Edvard said simply. "EVENING!" He called out as loudly and as obnoxiously as he could. After all, what did the other man expect? He was on the other side of the table. But he didn't even get a chance to say anything else since Edvard was going off or something. SPOILER!!: can't even quote you Schirmer Quote:
Originally Posted by Tegz "That's a shame, Edvard. It is." Her tone was clipped but almost conversational. "If it were simply a prank then I could write it off as stupidity." She huffed out through her nose, nostrils flaring. Her eyes narrowed slightly and Althea took a half-step closer.
"But as it is, I can't BELIEVE you would do something so unprofessional, so immature, so INCONSIDERATE as to, not only interrupt a lesson, but have STUDENTS act as the messenger!" She jabbed Eddie pointedly in the chest as she spoke, her voice not loud enough to carry past the staff table, though at a distance it would still be clear that Althea Schirmer was building up to dragon mode.
"And to send an OWL to interrupt when I was out with OLIVER!?" Jab. Jab. Jab. "I would never have thought you to be such a gormless, uncomprehending, addlepated, dandiprat!" Real words, all. Her voice discovered another octave, her ire growing.
"To make it worse, you say you LIKE me and you don't even have the GUTS to stand up and BE A MAN and actually -oh I don't know- invite me on a date? Instead, you act like a SCHOOLBOY with a CRUSH and --Eddie I'd have expected this from a fifth year, not a man who should know better!"
Was she done?
ahno.
"And what you wrote --what you WROTE!-- I can't BELIEVE that you could be so INSULTING! If you knew me at ALL --and clearly you DON'T-- you wouldn't DARE to be so ridiculously delusional to think I could possibly be charmed by notes that focus on how I look and ignore who I am? Notes that are so PRESUMPTUOUS to assume that I'm desperate and lonely? That I NEED a man in my life? And assumed that there isn't one??" Or a few. He did not need to know the details. She jabbed him in the chest again.
"This has PROVED you don't know me at ALL, Edvard Roslund. Not in the SLIGHTEST. To act like you have feelings for me when you don't even know me? It just shows me that you're only focused on shallow things. That you don't even care to find out who I am and you've painted me into some kind of picture of what I am NOT." This hardly enamoured her to the idea of him LIKING her. And besides who said 'like' anyway? Unless they were a teenager? It was ridiculous.
"I'm sure you couldn't even answer questions about me, because you've never even bothered to find OUT." Jab. Jab jab. "What's my favourite colour? My favourite food? My favourite dessert? My favourite drink? Where do I live? How many sisters do I have? What are their names?" The questions kept coming. "What did my youngest sister name her baby? What is my degree in? What did I teach before I came here? What kind of tattoos do I have?" He wouldn't have even KNOWN she had tattoos. "What do I like to do for fun? Where is my favourite place to holiday? What are my favourite books? What's my favourite Quidditch position? What makes me sad? What makes me angry? What kind of wand do I have? What's my Patronus? What am I afraid of? What makes me laugh?" JAB.
"And you say you LIKE me." She put her hands on her hips and stared him down. "The very fact that you would even confess any of this here and now, in front of all our coworkers, in front of the students? You're a manchild, Edvard Roslund. An irresponsible, bumbling, coward!"
Nowww she was done. Someone was loud. Extremely. Dash was just sitting back, waiting until the feast was finally over. Sure he was catching bits of conversations around him here and there, but he wasn't really paying attention to them. Until that is, the word "owl" and name "oliver" loudly broke through the rest of the chatter. It was Althea's voice of course, the woman sounded like a banshee when she was angry.
Dash turned his head looking over to where the Charms professor was. Oh. So she was yelling at Edvard? He wouldn't know why but he did have something to say about the whole thing. Dash pushed back his chair and got up, making his way over to the two. "Oye, If you two are done, we've got a feast going on." But...he looked at both professors."Also, come on now, give yourself more credit Edvard.....he actually told me that he loves you Althea, not likes. Makes things better yeah?" Since she was all caught up on the likes thing. He gave them both a large smile before quickly turning to return to his seat. Quote:
Originally Posted by Anna Banana Sierra Greingoth had been on her way up to the staff table, for who knows what reason, when she happened upon the extra loud voice of Althea Schirmer. Ohh, this sounded good! With a smirk on her face, Sierra casually crossed her arms over her chest and shifted her weight over to her right foot. May as well get comfortable for this one...
Ohh, she'd been out with Oliver? ... Who was Oliver? Sierra looked toward Roslund, curious as to what sort of reaction he'd have. What a Puffer of a guy, really. He sent love notes?! Via students?! This was good. TOO GOOD. Better than winning the house cup even! The school year was going out with a BANG after all, and the students didn't even have to get involved!
OHH, he was called a manchild. A MANCHILD! He should get 'er for that one! He really should! GO, ROSLUND! Add fuel to the fire! We're counting on you here!
Who cared that the Puffers won all three cups. The real show was HERE. Deepening her smirk and wearing a rather proud expression on her face, Sierra continued to just stand there and enjoy the show.
Now. Who was passing around the popcorn? ...and did Schirmer just say she had a tattoo? He was amused, that was for sure. Dash snorted as he scooted his chair up to the table, his head turning to the front. The first thing he noticed was a nosey Slytherin just standing there, listening to the amusing...arguement? Eh"Miss Greingoth, pretty sure there is no reason for you being up here." You know, other than obviously ease dropping. "And I'm also pretty sure Professor Roslund and Professor Schirmer would not be alright with you listening in on them so do yourself a favour and turn around, and sit back at your table."
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