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Originally Posted by
Droo 
"Good." She said and took a sigh. Why was it, students thought they could talk back to the professors?
She turned from the girl to Marcus... What was he apologizing to his wife for? She thought but soon her eyes went wide and both her eyebrows shot up as her lips were being pressed upon by the Muggles Studies Professor... Her mind went blank.
Soon as he pulled away, she covered her mouth with her hand and forgot the student completely.
Watching Hecate's reaction from out of the corner of his eyes, Marcus couldn't help but grin.
It worked!
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Originally Posted by
destinyjazzhands
Oh.
My.
Merlin.
What just happened was actually WORSE than being lit on fire. If Destiny had to choose, she would have chose the fire, that's for sure. At least she could get rid of the flames, but the vision of The Lawsonator and Crazy Lafay kissing was embedded in her head and she didn't think she'd ever be able to erase it. It was going to give her nightmares for the rest of her life.
She was going to need therapy.
With wide eyes, she looked between the kissing Professor's. What was she suppose to say or do after that!?
"Umm.." Speechless. Destiny was speechless.
"Umm.." She might have looked like a fish, with her opening and closing her mouth so much. It didn't help that she was still wet either. Finally deciding what to do, she found her voice,
"I'm gonna go.." throw up..arrange Lawson's funeral..gouge my eyeballs out with spoons, "..finish my homework."
Turning away from the staff table, Destiny ran to the Slytherin table. That would be the last time she visits the Professor's at the feast.
Bwhaha.
That had to be the first time that he had seen Destiny Shepard at a loss for words. It was rather amusing to see her stutter over her words and then run off to the Slytherin table.
She was going to have to thank him later for doing that.
Maybe he should have tried that earlier with Hecate and then she wouldn't be so mean to the students.
But then again...
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Cassirin "Behave, children," Tate rolled his eyes at the antics of his staff. The Lawsons and Lafay were in a mad dash to be the most disruptive element, neatly displacing Zan and all the hugging that was going on.
"Ili. How's that kid of yours doing?" Tate was absolutely certain there was no better way to sidetrack a new mother, and he needed to keep this from becoming some sort of natural disaster.
...maybe not.
"Sorry about that boss."
Ooops maybe Tate should give the Potions mistress a kiss too. Might make him feel better.
Or you know...not!
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Liisa Not really understanding what Marcus was muttering, Iliana eyed him curiously for a moment, still sipping at her water. Kill him? Pssh!! Why?
Then his lips were pressed against Lafay's, smacking sounds and all. Unable to help herself, Ili laughed, spitting water along side her husband's robes. She quickly grabbed her handkerchief, dabbing at her mouth and then his shoulder. "Sorry," she said, still smiling.
She looked at him apologetically. "Feel better?" she asked, trying not to laugh again. Oh she wouldn't kill him for that. But she'd be served breakfast in bed for the next week.
This is why he was married to the best woman in the world. Iliana Lawson was truly one of a kind.
He lent over with a smile on his face and gave her a wink before planting a kiss on her. "I do now" he replied with a small chuckle.