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*Grumble!Mumble* Well Trixie was doing as she was told even if Cam didn't turn up or whatever. She just walked straight in, like she had been informed and waited for Jeremy to say something. Should they wait for Cameron to turn up or could she just sit down right now? "You wanted to see me Professor" the girl sighed, not addressing him by his real now. Didn't think now would exactly be the best time, she certainly wasn't in his good books now was she? Ergh she regreted what she had done now but there was no reversing it was there? Might as well get this over and done with. |
This was ridiculous. Absolutely freaking ridiculous. Why was she being called to Professor Zookara's office? Was this about the thing in Muggle Studies? Did he seriously think she'd gone mental and DELIBERATELY tried to concuss Blondie? She traipsed in, scowling, looking irritated. "Oh, Trixie. Should've known you'd be early." Probably sucking up to him already. Great. Perfect. Just bloody fantastic. "You wanted to see me, Professor?" She asked in a dry, bored tone. Might as well get it over with, right? |
*clones Jeremy* Jeremy had been cleaning up his desk, re-arranging pictures, removing a certain picture frame and just doing anything really to keep him occupied. He really needed to go to the library soon, he was out of books to read. Of course one could re-read a classic like Macbeth but he was always up for something new sooo... ...and there was Trixie. "Mhm." The 32 year old simply nodded at her statement and gestured towards the chairs in front of his desk. "Please have a seat while we wait for Cameron." Who arrived just then. Great. Now both of them were here. Jeremy frowned at Cameron's immediate hostility towards Trixie, but decided to leave it for now. This was part of the reason they were here anyhow. Gesturing towards the other vacant chair, he gave Cam an acknowledging nod too. "Thanks for coming." Not that she had had any choice really. "I've asked you BOTH to come here. So, any of you care to guess the reason why I've brought you here, together?" He raised his eyebrows at the two girls expectantly. |
Cameron dragged herself, begrudgingly - and she showed it. REALLY showed it. She dropped into the seat and scowled, crossing her arms over her chest. Thanks for coming. She scoffed quietly. Whatever. She didn't want to be here. If this was about the baseball/headhitthing Cameron was wasting her time. She'd apologised. End of story right? Why was Trixie dragging this out. HMPH. Stupid dramaqueen. *scowl* Ah there was the question. Cameron couldn't KEEP her mouth shut about this one. So much for her 'learning to be less impulsive'. "Sirrrrrrrr, I've no idea. If this is about the thing where I accidentally hit her on the head with the baseball, seriously, what the shizz? That was an accident. I don't see why I have to sit here and listen to her whinge about how much her head hurts." She turned to Trixie and said in a rather scathing tone. "Build a bridge." Yeah. She wasn't very happy. |
Trixie neither smiled nor frowned, she didn't like getting in trouble, not ever, so she obeyed his every word sitting down where she was told and staring at some random duck whilst they waited for Cameron to arrive. This was even more awkward then any of her other meetings. Silence really. Bleeeeeeh... But then along came Cam and the sixteen year olds was flicked around to stare at her. Listening to jeremys question, Trix simply folded her arms and looked at the wall. She didn't want to turn her head, it might HURT her. Stupid Ketchup So instead of answering she said nothing. Let cam say what she wanted. Pfffffft..... Though she should be expecting a whack with the bat if she kept on talking like that . Eeeeeeergh |
This was going to be one looooooooong conversation. Sigh! At first it seemed, nobody was going to answer his question or react to it in some way, and when Cam finally did speak up it wasn't exactly anything satisfying either. "Don't talk to me like that, okay?!" Jeremy gave Cameron a rather stern look before adding, " I do have a reason for you both to be here. If you like it or not. And I'm well aware that you didn't smack the ball at on purpose." He hoped as much. No, she definitely hadn't done it on purpose. Rubbing his forehead absentmindedly, the 32 year old chose his words carefully. He didn't want them to attack each other again after all. "It does have something to do with the incident in my class, however." Just not with Cameron hitting the ball but rather Trixie's reaction. "Tell me, Trixie, why did you-" Go all psycho? "-why did you react so...aggressively? Cameron did apologize after all." He just tried to understand... |
Cameron pouted. Now he was angry at HER. Hmphhhhhh. She kept silent at his question. It was probably a rhetorical one. Probably. She crossed her arm over her chest and eyed him. Fine. She'd keep quiet. Maybe.. for a little while. Good. He knew it hadn't been on purpose. She'd WANTED to. Blondie would've deserved it, but she didn't. Definitely not. Oliver wouldn't have been pleased. So .. what were they here for? An incident that occured in the class? Cam frowned. She didn't recall anything other than the whole bat/head incident. Hmm. That was odd. What was he on about? She glanced quickly at Trixie before looking back at Jeremy. But his question was curious. She glanced again at the Blonde and chewed on her cheek. That was a pretty good question.. one Cam probably would've answered for Jeremy, herself. |
*Snigger* Well that was satisfying, Cammy getting told off. The blonde resisted the urge to smirk widely instead keeping it internal. She flickered her eyes over to Cammy momentairily as Jeremy spoke to her, her arms still folded across her chest. At least nothing had been said to her quite yet. But it wasn't long until a question was asked to her. The sixteen year old took in a deep breath before she answered. Truthfully she didn't really know the answer. Why HAD she just lashed out? But it wasn't good to remain silent so she opened her mouth to speak. "Because I don't think it was an accident. There is more then one reason for her to want to hit me" she retalliated. Now Cammy could go into detail if she really wanted to. "And..... Something just came over me" she looked down at her lap. |
BlahBlahBlah! Yes, he had expected Trixie to say something like that. It would have been horrible if she hadn't in fact. If she had tried to attack Cameron even though she believed it had been an accident then she would have had some serious problems...anger management issues. Sam wouldn't be pleased. Well, there was no way to prove that Cam had or hadn't done it on purpose. Something caught his attenion however. Something else Trixie had said. "You have reasons to smack a baseball at Trixie's head, Cameron?" Jeremy turned to face the red-head curiously, leaning forward slightly as he regarded her expectantly. This was going to be interesting. Gulp. She looked so ashamed of herself. "Yeah, well, make sure it won't happen again." Obviously. Well, what was he supposed to say? Go on trying to kill people you dislike with baseball bats? Hardly. |
Cameron did NOT appreciate how Trixie was laughing at her. She glared at the table instead of at the blonde. She didn't want to get in trouble - again. Stupid girl. She crossed her arms over her chest and pouted a bit. Trixie was such a liar. "I did NOT do it on purpose!" And even if she had, it would've served the stupid girl RIGHT! HMPH. It wasn't FAIR! *pouttt* Did she have reasons? DID SHE HAVE REASONS!? "Of course I'd have reasons to smack a baseball into her head. A million of them. A million and THREE" That was her definitive answer, chyeah? "But I'm not crazed. In fact, I'm sane enough to differentiate want between need. I want to throw a baseball in her direction but I'd get in trouble and my badge is more important to me than my selfish need to hit her with something really, really, really hard." Man.. she sounded like a psychopath. But that was okay. "But that's all really irrelevant. I didn't hit her on purpose. If she thinks I did, she's delusional and she's a chaser right? Soo.. likkee... why didn't she catch it?" Cameron paused for dramatic effect, eyeing the Professor. "Orrrr.. did she DELIBERATELY not catch it so she could PRETEND I'd hit her in the head on purpose, then smush my face with the beater's bat so she could render me unconscious so she could steal my -" And that was where her spiel ended. Steal her what? Ummmmmmmm... *awkkkkkkward* |
Trixie decided to stare at the Rubber Ducks instead of looking at Jeremy or Cammy. If she looked at either of them she would probably give them a 'look' or something of the sort. Either that or cry because she was techincally in trouble. Though she wasn't getting punished, thank goodness for that. Erm....Awkward. He was asking her for reasons why she wanted to hit her. A million and three reasons? " Pfft...." They both very well knew that there was only one main reason why she would want to attack her and vice versa. Oliver. Mhmm. Though it was obvious she wasn't going to admit that and quite frankly neither was Trixie. HMPH! The Blonde simply chose to cross her arms and still GLARE at the poor innocent rubber duckies. Though the temptation to literally give the death glare at Cameron was far too strong for her and just quickly her head flicked around to stare at her and then back at Duckie land. Right that was it!!! "Well EXCUSE ME, just because I'VE played chaser before doesn't mean that I KNEW it was coming towards me does it?!?! I was looking ELSEWHERE thank you very much..." she snapped. YEAH! In other words she was talking to her group, introductions WERE important and everything. Errrrrrrrrrrgh! "I won't" she pulled an innocent face at Prof Jeremy. Yep cos she was definitely an angel. Hehe. |
Completely lossed in thought, Jeremy was sitting at his desk, playing around with the rubber duck in his hands absentmindedly. What was he supposed to do? If he went back he risked the husband finding out which would leave her without her daddy, even if he wasn't really. Though, he wanted to see her. He had made his mind up about this one and he did, he absolutely did. Jeremy placed his forehead onto his cold mahogany desk to clear his mind when- BUMP! - his head jerked back up upon hearing two noises outside his door. Or rather on his door. Had somebody knocked? Though, it WAS a weird way to knock. He slowly got up from his chair - placing the rubber duck on a random spot on his desk - and went over to open the door and look outside. |
It wasn't difficult at all for Arya to slide by the professor and enter his office as he inspected the new 'decorations' on his door. The skipping ceased as she let her eyes wonder around the room, taking note of the differences between these decorations and the one Sir Lawson had. Not too many though, still had books and pictures. Like all the professor's offices it seemed... The thing that held her eyes, however, was the glass cabinet filled with...rubber ducks? Moving so that she stood directly in front of the glass cabinet, she confirmed that they were rubber ducks. Explained the duck pillows first lesson. Grin still present, she tilted her head to the side as she examined each duck. "Do you like all ducks or just rubber ones?" Did he have live ones hidden somewhere else? Hmm. |
With a rather amused roll of his eyes, Jeremy followed Arya inside his office and closed the door behind them. Of course. For decoration purposes. Riiiight. He watched her stop by his glass cabinet while slowly moving behind his desk again to take a seat in his chair. Which was when his eyes fell on the rubber duck his hands had previously been occupied with. It was sitting there, right on top of his desk where he had left it to let Arya in. Forgetting about the Hufflepuff for a moment, Jeremy regarded it for a while, absentmindedly turning it in his hands. Maybe he should send this one to- "What?" His head jerked towards Arya as he quickly put the rubber duck back onto the desk. "Oh...no, just those. Just the rubber ducks really." He gave her a small grin as he waited for her to state the actual reason for her visit. |
She wanted to poke them. The rubber ducks. But they were detained. Forced to sit behind the glass wall and watch all the bubbly students come and go, not getting any snuggle!love. Vaguely aware of the man moving to sit behind his desk, her leaned forward a bit until her nose was only inches away from the glass. But she was not touching. She only leaned back when he answered her, eyes tearing away from the ducks to settle on him. Just rubber ducks? Shame. Real duck were so much more awesome. "You should get a real duck." Or maybe she would get one for him. Hmm. Making short work of skipping to the comfy chair in front of his desk, she hopped into it, grin matching his. "Why just the rubber ones?" Her eyes flicked to the one occupying his desk. His favorite maybe. |
... He should get..."A real duck?!" Jeremy blinked at the girl a couple of times in suprise. She wasn't serious, was she? A duck was so...animal-y. It was going to move around and stuff. He would have to have Maya around at all times, just in case. Since that was probably impossible, it was a definite no. "Nah, what am I supposed to do with a duck?" He replied with a small shake of his head, a grin playing around his lips. He noticed her gaze briefly drifting off to the rubber duck on his desk, which caused his smile to freeze on his face for a moment. Err. Snatching it away with what he hoped was a genuinely casual smile, he put it into one of the drawers of his desk. "Oh, just some weird hobby of mine, really." Jeremy answered her question as he leaned back in his chair. |
"A real duck," she repeated with a small nod. Grin forming on her face at his reaction. Did he think it impossible to house a duck in his office? Cause it wasn't. Not to her. And especially not with magic. If they could change a classroom into a maze or put grass in for soccer, certainly he could put in a few things for a duck. "It could keep you company," Cause from what she could see, it was just him in the office. Him and his rubber ducks. "Like a dog or cat....only not them. A different kinda pet." Nod. And she could help him pick out this new pet duck. Mmhmm. Her eyes lingered on the spot where the rubber duck had sat before drifting to the professor. If there was any oddness in his reaction to her staring at the duck it went unnoticed by the young girl. "Kinda weird," she responded, grin still present as her eyes flicked to the case of rubber ducks. "But not too weird. I used to collect stickers." That wasn't weird like rubber ducks, but it was a collection. A big collection. |
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Grinning slightly in relief as Arya seemed to have missed his putting the baby!rubberduck away, Jeremy nodded slowly at her agreeing. "I know right? But I've always done it, always since...well, always really." Since his granddad had died really but that wasn't important. "Stickers? What kind of stickers? Or just...all of them?" He asked curiously, glad to get away from the rubber duck subject. Quote:
Knock, knock Before he was able to finish the thought, he was interrupted by a knock on the door. It was probably some student wanting to say goodbye. They were all so adorable. Well, most of them. Getting up from his seat, Jeremy went to open the door with a warm smile on his lips...which grew slightly into a grin as he saw who it was, standing outside his office. "Fina! Pleasure to see you. Please, come in." He took a step back, motioning for her to go inside so he could close the door behind them again. |
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And then the door opened and she saw it... his face and she knew why she had come. "Jeree!!" Fina exclaimed matching his warm smile with one of her own. "Thank you," and she slid into his office, hazel eyes wandering around the room at first. It wasn't every day she wandered into a colleague's office. Actually, she didn't recall EVER doing that when she was in South Africa, except her boss'. "I ... So ..." This was awkward. Now she was here, but why? Dun, dun, dun "You survived your first term teaching here! Congrats. So any plans over our summer holiday?" |
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So he always collected the rubber ducks. That was cool. A little weird. But still pretty cool. "All sorts of stickers." Her own excitement grew and she pushed all thoughts of rubber ducks aside. For now at least. heh. "I like the glitter ones the best cause of how they look when the light hits them, but I pretty much used to collect and them all." Maybe she would do a bit of trading when she returned home, if she had time. |
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Gesturing towards the vacant seats he regarded her in anticipation of finding out why she had come to visit him. She herself it seemed wasn't so sure about this either. Or at least she seemed to be nervous about it. Which was weird...Fina at a loss of what to say? In the end, she did say something, causing Jeremy's grin to become more amused than ever. "Yeah...go me, I guess." What was this about? Was it really that big an accomplishment that he wasn't going to quit and/or be thrown out after one term? The holidays. "Oh, well, no, not really...visit my family I guess, and maybe look for a place to live with my sister." Because that was just a brilliant idea. Why hadn't he thought of that earlier? Al couldn't stay at the Leaky Cauldron forever after all. "Why? You got any specific plans?" Involving him maybe? A glance at the clock made him change the subject for a moment though. "I think we should go down to the feast. It's time." He grinned at her, making an After you sort of gesture with his hand. |
Josephina could not help but feel herself continue to grin his present; his own grin was contagious as was his overall goofiness. But it wasn't like the quirky, bad goofy; rather this was the just general silly and having fun goofy. She shook her head when he offered her a vacant seat though. She hadn't been planning on staying long as they did have a feast to attend. Imagine if she kept the Zook here too long that he missed his own first end-of-term feast as Professor! That would be horrible. "Yes, go you." Now whether or not he'd return, that was up to him, but she had the vague suspicions that he was well received by the students. It would be nice to not have much change among her colleagues, Fina decided, as in the term when she herself came, she was one of six new professors. Visit his family? Wasn't he from America? Well she guessed that would only be natural for him to want to do that. "Are you ... close with your sister?" Fina asked hesitantly. "No... no plans. I rarely make plans, but more just let it happen. It's the curse of being an Arithmancer, I suppose. Let life take its course, because generally it will follow that of your numbers," she mused throwing her hands up for effect. Oh... the feast already? But she wasn't ready yet! Well technically she was as she had worn decent shoes for a change, as well as a casual black dress. But that was besides the point. "Um... wait just one moment, Jere," she pressed upon his impatience, she smiled slightly mysteriously as she opened her handbag. "I was thinking and um... I wanted to give you this." After what seemed like eternity in her trying to hem and haw and get the words out, she finally said them and handed the set to him. Which naturally was salt and pepper shakers, but that wasn't the BIG DEAL about it. On the pepper shaker, was a single engraved word: Pepperfina. And the shakers? The pepper shaker was shaped like a number seven, while the salt? A five. "They're shaped like our destiny numbers too." Fina added quietly as an after thought. |
<3 Oh, good, it seemed she hadn't intended to stay long as she declined his offered seat. Heh, yes, go him or something. Whatever this was abou- "Hang on, you're not leaving are you?!" Jeremy stared at her from where he was standing, mentally willing her to say no. Why did this remind him so much of a goodbye? A real one. Hopefully it wasn't. He raised his eyebrows at her slightly in confusion as it seemed she was a little taken aback by his relationship to his sister. "Err...yes? Something wrong with that?" Somehow he couldn't quite keep his voice from sounding a little bit defiant when he said that. This was perfectly normal. He didn't like living on his own, and he doubted Al did too. She could read all that in the numbers? "So...what do my numbers say about my future then? The near future preferably." Jeremy grinned broadly at her, while tugging at his tie to straighten it. He had to look good for the end of term feast after all. He was just about to walk to the door so they could leave when Fina's words stopped him. Turning around he gave her an anticipating smile and found himself being handed...salt and pepper shakers? "Oh...wow." Jeremy couldn't quite keep his eyes off the gift, turning it in his hands, running his index finger over the fine engraving. "Thanks." At this his hazel eyes finally flickered back up at Fina, and his lips curled up into a grin before he took a step towards her and gave her a hug. Yes, because that was the only way he could express his gratitude at the moment. "Destiny, eh?" He repeated quietly as he let go of the woman again, his eyes once again on the shakers. Him and supposed 'destiny' weren't exactly on speaking terms at the moment. |
OH goodness no!! How could Jeremy suggest such a thing!! "Merlin no! At least I don't think so," Fina exclaimed the first part but the second was a quieter add-on. "This is just a temporary goodbye, except well you and Di are the first people that I actually feel like I'm going to sincerely miss this summer." Okay that was SUCH a weird admittance, but they were being truthful with each other now. No evasion or following or random!fun!nicknames. It was just them. And Jeremy being taken aback. Nothing wrong with that, but just strange. "No. It's just... my sisters and I, we're not that close. It must be nice." Fina confessed looking down at the ground and then up at the clock. They really needed to get going. Figures! Anytime she started babbling about letting things happen or being an Arithmancer, people always wanted to know what their future was. The thing was that she had no idea of his birthday, so she couldn't tell his life path number. "It's hard to really say because the only number I worked out of yours was your Destiny number... Which as a five, it means about change. Embracing opportunity and following your curiosity. Just go with it... embrace the change." And speaking of change ... was the gift too much? A small flush crept to her cheeks as he turned the shakers over in his hands and then before she could prevent it, she felt his arms around her. And she instinctively put her arms around him and patted him gently for a moment. "Of course. You were one of my first friends at Hogwarts." Truth, from both students and Professor days. "If you prefer, expression number," she informed him. "But anyway, shall we head out to the great hall? I do believe we have a feast to catch." She grinned and exited the office first and in pursuit of Hall on one level down. |
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