 lives in a hobbit hole || Ern and Touz's Nuzzle || roflysst || looking at a seed packet
Quote:
Originally Posted by Zoe 
Mentally he was sifting through names and trying to pair one to a face as he made his way around the staff table. However, he soon gave up on trying. Truth be told, his priorities fell on other things he deemed more important, like Quidditch, fan mail, his family, and so on.
Regardless, he did greet them both, letting that heavy, loud Scottish accent ooze right out of his mouth as he sat in the seat right next to the headmaster's seat (whether that was by coincidence or the boss man just wanted to bask in the essence of the renowned Hot Scot, he would go to his grave claiming the latter). "Good ev'nin', lassies. How are yeh both doin'?"
Excuse her, what? Lassie? The disrespect.
"Please don't call me that. Ever." Carmine said, polite but firm. Lassie. "I'm Healer Carmine Beryl. You can call me Carmine, Healer, or Professor." Not Lassie. She was a grown woman and wouldn't allow it. Whether the other woman appreciated it or not, Carmine wouldn't guess, she wasn't speaking for all women, only for herself, and she did not like it whatsoever.
__________________
love is like a letter wrote :: and life is like an envelope
be careful who you give it to :: they might not give it back to you |