Was she SERIOUS!?! Her chair was in as far as it could go without squishing her against the table. Way to just RUIN her mood and HER night, Hecate. Congratulations.

Deep breath. Besides, Tate had just told them not to fight. First chance she got, she was SO leaving the Hall and away from that insufferable woman. But for now, she'd be pleasant to those who actually had sportsmanship and ignore the Snake Head.

Fina turned in amusement at the Defense Professor who stated plainly she was still walking and talking. Good for her. "Nah, it's okay. Thank you though!" Fina forced a smile. "Any plans for the summer?"

Scratching at the back of her ear at Eddie's question, she pretended to be calculating. "How long .... oh ... um ... i don't know ... probably like 13 or 14 years. So yea ... awhile"

"Thea," Fina greeted politely to the woman who took the seat on the other side of Eddie, as she noticed someone take the seat on her other side.

Except for directly next to her why did he seem to pretend as though she were invisible and talk to the people on her other side but NOT address her?!? Not cool Oliver Jenkins. It's not like she ever really did anything to him.

Was he bitter too about Hufflepuff winning everything like Hecate was? She didn't even know his former house.

But really, he could have at least acknowledged her presence.

"Oliver," Fina stated simply, acknowledging his. Just because he thought SHE invisible, didn't mean she had to ignore his presence.

Fina beamed again at Seren ... at least SHE had good sportsmanship unlike that insufferable woman down there at the other end of the table. "As you should be," she said simply enough. "So any big plans for this summer?" Obviously it couldn't be matched up against their trip to Italy, but you know.... surely Seren wasn't just going to sit around potting plants and breeding all summer long.

Fina nodded in agreement. "Quite the hardworking bunch, I'd say. I'm glad it did pay off. They deserve it." Especially after so many terms of nothingness. Hankies? "Unfortunately no," she mused, wondering what her neighbors would think if she utilized their shirts. Given Ollie ignoring her, she'd say he was probably out.

No stew? Well then. "Sorry, but looks you're in lucky since I think it's a bit warm for their beef stew." Mmhm. Tate did mention something about summer coming.

Seeing one of her Hufflepuffs approach the table, Fina looked closely at what he was holding out ... OH! The ORB! That Max lost somewhere on the path!

What did he want it for anyway?

Shrugging, she looked over toward Max and Tate. One of them would probably want to handle it, she'd guess.

So instead she directed her attention toward another young Puff, of whom she almost didn't recognize. What was with the hair?!? "You too, Miss Wheatborn," Fina said, as the second year already seemed content on saying her piece and heading back. Why shouldn't she though? She had every reason to be at the Hufflepuff tables and celebrate and enjoy the joyous night.

At least she didn't have Hecate at her table, ruining the night either.

"...Hadley." Yeah see what she did there? Althea's smile was polite but her eyes were frosty. Normal, in other words. Well it wasn't her fault that the Hufflepuff head of house rubbed her in entirely the wrong way.

Well Olly got a proper smile. Lets face it, she was almost fond of the man. Nearly. Almost.

Some of the time. Or particularly, when Willy wasn't interfering. When they were alone it was good, at least.

"Eddie." Althea raised one eyebrow as he went on to whisper at her. Was he trying not to be heard? Difficult since they weren't actually sitting next to one another, Willy's seat was between them after all.

"Is there something wrong?"

Cece was sitting there looking out at the students thinking about how quiet her summer was going to be without them around. Tomorrow couldn't get here soon enough for her that's for sure. Three months student free. It was going to be like heaven to her.

And then her thoughts were interrupted by none other than one of those annoying 'Puffs. Glaring Looking at the child she folded her hands together and placed them on the table. "What is it Miss Potter?" And it better not be something that was going to make her want to hex the kid into oblivion.

Scabior wasn't exactly late. He had decided against going to the end of term feast this year. At the very last moment he had changed his mind, and that was exactly why he was just making his way up to the front. "Evening." He mumbled to no one in particular, the low greeting, sounding almost like a grunt. The man plopped down in his chair a with completely restless expression oh his face.

His eyes scanned the room, taking in the new bright decorations and he sniffed. How cute, Josephina's Puffs had actually accomplished something, amazing.

Well apparently someone was happy to see him. Oliver was just opening his mouth to make another smart aleck comment when his friend come bounding around the table and...what in Merlin's name was the man doing? And what was he talking about. "Dude." he said trying to extract himself from his friend's embrace. "We saw each other just last week." That must be a long time in William's book.

Oliver straightened his t-shirt and fixed his sunglasses as Willy went back to his seat. His friend was being a dufus. He eyed his mate suspiciously and then picked up his goblet and took a sniff. "I'm ready to go whenever." He gave William another look. "You were supposed to remind Waylon."

Merlin's Pants!!!

That was quite a hairstyle. At least she hadn't gone with just dying it straight yellow. Anymore yellow and he was gonna puke. "Thanks. Same to you Miss..." What was her surname again? "Minerva." Well at least he remembered one of her names.

Oh crap!

He'd been spotted by her Royal Badgerness. He was going to have to talk to her now, wasn't he? Couldn't be totally rude. Even though she hadn't done anything to him personally, the woman had upset his best friend and she had stuck up for Cece at the beginning of term. So Oliver had taken it upon himself to be a total tosser.

"Oh hey there Professor Hadley. Didn't see you sitting there." How could he miss her with all that yellow. "Good to see you again."

Olly returned Thea's smile and would have said something else. You know something witty and charming to impress her, yeah he still had a tiny thing for her even though he had told Willy different, but Edvard was seeking her attention and he sounded pretty serious so he decided to catch up with her later.

Sigh.

He wanted to go sit up the other end of the table. Next to Gemma. She was fun.

Oh! Edvard. How did she forget to say hello to him? "Hello, Edvard." she smiled in return, pouring herself a glass of water. A short chuckle escaped her as she set the jug down, nodding her head, looking back to him. "I did. Something to get them off their bottoms and pump up their energy during the theoretical parts of the lessons." Sure, the students probably hated her for that, but it did them good.

Medea nodded to the Charms professor with her usual smiley greeting as she sat down; rather quietly too. Goodness, there wasn't a bug going around was there?

Looking up after hearing her name, her already smile on her face widened a little more. "Good evening, Oliver." She'd heard the gossip. Was it truuuuee? Though there was no way she couldn't hear the talk about Romania. Nice way to spend the summer.

"Oh, no, they're just a bunch of sweethearts really." Quite frankly, most of them were better behaved than the kids she'd tutored before taking this job. "But, umm...is there something I should know, about this position? Or the students?" She laughed quietly. "You're the third person who had concerns."

Make that four people now.

"I have, thank you." she nodded. "And the students, vell...they're students. Can't help that fact." Had you good and bad ones, and that wasn't going to change any time soon. Might as well embrace the fact.

Plans for the summer...she truthfully had not thought about yet. "Umm...does relaxing count?" She laughed a little. "I haven't really thought about it yet. Vot about you? Anything big going on?"

Alyssa gulped and took a deep breath before speaking.'Okay Lyssie, no stuttering. Speak clearly. Think you before you speak.'Alyssa reminded herself before she spoke up. "Madam Healer. I just wanted to apologize in person for what I did at the beginning of the term. I know the poem I wrote was dumb and didn't express what I really wanted to say. I didn't show you the respect that you deserved and I know that I should not have questioned your authority. I am really sorry for that. I would like to offer this to you as a token of my apology." Alyssa removed what she was hiding from behind her and offered the gift with both her hands, to the Healer.

Did she have plans for the summer? Oh yes she did!
"I do indeed, a research opportunity has come up in Spain, Carnivorous Carnations seem to be causing somewhat of a problem for a small community near Seville." What those problems were, she did not know yet, though she'd heard rumours that these weren't your average sized carnations. "Aron's coming with me..." she added raising her eyebrows and pouting cheekily.

"How about yourself? Getting up to much?"

"Oh good good, I'm so glad." So they weren't about to lose this one, right? Seren beamed, amused with Medea's response. "Oh no, no real concerns. It's just that Hogwarts has been renown for having a high staff turnover. For whatever reason, they just don't seem to want to stay."
The phenomenon was beyond her. Why would anybody want to leave such a charming place? And the students weren't all bad at all.

She was about to say something else when Lewis approached the table... with some kind of orb thing. Was that the thing Max and the others found in the forest? Nodding her head at the Badger, Seren added, "Not to mention strange things always seem to happen here." Curious.

Seren was almost tempted to take a look at the orb herself, bbuuutt.. no the headmaster could deal with that. It was probably a WWW product or something anyway.

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Well apparently someone was happy to see him. Oliver was just opening his mouth to make another smart aleck comment when his friend come bounding around the table and...what in Merlin's name was the man doing? And what was he talking about. "Dude." he said trying to extract himself from his friend's embrace. "We saw each other just last week." That must be a long time in William's book.

Oliver straightened his t-shirt and fixed his sunglasses as Willy went back to his seat. His friend was being a dufus. He eyed his mate suspiciously and then picked up his goblet and took a sniff. "I'm ready to go whenever." He gave William another look. "You were supposed to remind Waylon."

Tilting his chair back so it was balanced on only two legs, Willy continued grinning at his friend. "We did, yeah, I remember that." Well, now that Olly had said something, now he remembered. Maybe.

HE was supposed to remind Waylon?! "No way, man, I'm almost POSITIVE you said you would bug him about it." William itched at his chin absentmindedly. "Either way, he's not at the feast yet, so we might as well remind him when he gets here. IF he gets here."

And speaking of reminding... William had found his wand, thankfully, and had it with him for once. He flicked it into his hand and sent of a smoky, dragon-shaped patronus to fetch the groundskeeper. Wouldn't want his favorite Hufflepuff to miss the decorations. And the food.

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Lewis was confused. And nervous. More nervous actually. He really really REALLY didn't want to go up to the Staff Table. And on his own too. But the weird, oddly-glowing thing he'd found in his things today just shouted SUSPICIOUS at him somehow and what else to do with it than to get a staff member to handle it? Hopefully it was worth telling a professor about and not just some kind of left over prank item from the first of April.

Okay, now after that thought had come to his mind he wanted to go up there even less. What if it actually was just some kind of random ball and he was just about to make a complete fool of himself? Hovering on the spot already half-way up to the dias, Lewis blushed and started chewing on his lip, thinking this through one last time. But it was too late to turn around now, wasn't it?

So instead he just continued his way up to the staff table, the hand which was holding on to the orb in his other, fidgeting around with it nervously. He had absolutely no idea how it had ended up in his robes, all he knew was that he didn't want to have it in his possession.

Once there he slowly moved over pretty close to where his Head of House was seated. "E-excuse me." Was he interrupting?! Should he come back at a better time? Or like never? "I...I found this this morning. While I was packing up my things." He held out the orb sitting on his palm towards the professors without really looking at them, his eyes resting on the little ball in his hand. Take it, please?

William turned his head away from watching the progress of his patronus and instead started staaaaaaaaaaring at the bright little ball in some Hufflepuff's hand. "OI, MAX," he shouted, not even sure whether or not the Flying Instructor was present and too transfixed by the ball to look, "SOME KID FOUND YOUR WHITE SNITCH."

That's what it looked like to him, anyway.

"Yes, Daddy Tate," Merlin... she wasn't fighting, merely giving the Hufflepuff Head of house a few suggestions...

"Good." she said.

She gave him a look that said 'you have got to be kidding me.' "Two students only, but neither is graduating."

"Nurse Tillstorm," She said with a Nod. "Thank you for taking care of my detentionee..."

"Just fine..." She said and grumbled.

Good. The woman wasn't happy. That made her somewhat happy herself and she left for the Slytherin table.

As she came back from the Slytherin table, she smiled at Dash who'd just arrived. "Dashiell" She said with a smirk.

Waylon was not still trying to find his way to the castle, Oliver, thank you very much.

In fact, he had left his hut a good ten minutes early so that he wouldn't be late! But of course, with said hut being about a gazillion miles away from the castle, maybe he could relocate next term, he found himself a little distracted as he passed the duck pond. What was he going to do with all the ducks while he was away over summer break? Sure, he could just leave them there, they had survived the winter. Meaning they could survive the summer, but to just leave them there? It was probably a good thing he still had a little bit of time to think about what to do with them.. because once William's dragon patronus decided to get a little too up close and personal, the only thing on his mind was getting to the feast.

Which could, quite possibly be the reason why, upon entering the Great Hall, he held under his arm a duck. And how great the hall was! All decked out in Hufflepuff colors, if he wasn't so manly, it would have brought a tear to his eye. Grinning instead, since that was the manly thing to do, Waylon stood at the Hall's entrance, just taking in all the yellow for a moment before finally making his way up to the staff dais, stopping right in front of William. He was the one who sent the patronus after all.

"What's this about swim trunks?" He would ask about Romania and stealing dragons in a minute. Plus, the duck seemed to want to know about the swim trunks as well.

Quack.

Returning the smile Edvard mumbled "Hello Oliver." Hearing the comment about Romania he hoped the musketeers weren’t going to pull a prank on a dragon since that could end badly. Shrugging he inquired "Going to go to dragon reservations Oliver?"

Beaming back at Seren he wanted to say something else but thought better of it. It was pretty straining to talk loudly enough for it to be heard over the length of the table. Eddie would have time later to break the news he had to her in the staff room.

Grinning Edvard beamed "Astronomy lessons have gone splendidly this year except for that abrupt end to the party. Thereos knows how to make entrances." Blinking at her he asked "Did you get any bruises or so after the…accident?" Or pile up rather but he wasn’t going to say that since it sounded so childish.

"Calm down. I only asked if someone had pranked you since you seemed so lost in thoughts." Inside though he prided himself for actually making another person jump in fright; it was usually he who jumped in fright most of the time. "Is everything all right William?" Edvard repeated.

Edvard was about to pour himself a glass of water when a student approached holding that shiny ball which he think he should remember something about but didn’t. Looking down the length of the table at Tate and then back at Lewis he said calmly "Very good master Rasting. You did the right thing in coming to us with it. Give it to Professor Vindictus, I think he has been searching for a lost snitch lately." He said echoing William.

Following Lewis another student came up to the dais shortly. "I hope you’ll have a great summer too Miss Weathborn." Edvard said smiling before the badger disappeared again.

13-14 years!

Slightly surprised he mumbled "That’s a long time. I guess this time is extra special then?" Scratching his head Edvard changed the subject "So what will you do over the summer Fina, go on another trip with Seren?"

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.

Grinning at Medea he replied "A little exercise has never harmed anyone. I actually think I saw someone students doing yoga positions in the hall outside the observatory one afternoon.” Chuckling at the memory that came to him he said more serious "You should continue with it next year it seemed to do them some good."

Edvard took the hint disguised in the comment and smoothly changed the topic. "Got any nice summer plans, Hecate?" Anything to get the potions mistress from focusing on the golden décor in the hall and maybe doing something impulsive like setting a house banner on fire.

QUAK!

Turning around in his seat he saw that Waylon had arrived with a duck in tow. Why did he have a duck with him? Shaking his head he wondered when the students would take note. Raising his voice he said to the whole table assembled table. "Excuse me for a moment everyone. I need to do something. I'll be back for the speech." The last he added to Tate.

This wasn’t going to work Edvard knew right away not with Willy sitting in between them and everyone else in earshot. Getting out of his seat he walked around Willy to Althea’s seat. Offering his hand to Althea, he asked "Can you come with me for a moment? I need to tell you something that can’t wait. It’s about the letters you’ve been getting."

... how the hell did he know about them? Althea shot a glare at Oliver who was the only person SHE had told since he'd been there when she'd got one of them. It was bad enough that some of the students suspected what they were, she hardly wanted all her coworkers to know too.

Thea eyed Eddie's hand suspiciously but instead of taking it held up one finger to indicate he should wait one moment, and then she poured herself a glass of water before standing up and following him off to one side. Relax. Relax. If he knew something, it was nice of him to tell her, she supposed.

"What do you know about it? And how did you find out?" She sipped her water and swallowed, waiting for the Astronomy professor to spit it out.

Althea ignored his hand and poured herself a glass of water. Edvard saw the glare she sent off in Oliver's direction but didn't understand it. He followed her away from the table. When they were alone and she seemed sort of relaxed he looked into her eyes and responded to her questions. "I err know about them because I sort of sent the letters." He paused for a second then continued. "I like you Althea. I have liked you since we met on the platform two years ago." Now how would she react? Would she be mad, laugh or not say anything at all?

All these lovely ladies smiling at him and he got stuck next to Hadley. It was an injustice. "Looking forward to the summer break, Medea?" Oliver remembered his conversation with William about their Romania trip and inviting Professor Romanos along, but after hearing his friend's plans, he decided not to mention it.

William was acting rather odd. Well more odd than usual. "You're going to fall on your butt if you're not careful." Oliver recalled his friend saying the same thing to him, months ago.

Oliver shook his head. "No. You said that YOU would remind him when you two went jogging together." The little jogging club they had going and one must have a puppy to join. Bleh!

Yes he could see that Waylon wasn't at the feast yet. Merlin!! What was wrong with this friend tonight? "I'll make sure to do that." he murmured as he watched the patronus head out of the great hall and it reminded him of their trip. "You do have everything organised, don't you William?" Oliver was not in the mood to spend his summer vacation in a Romanian jail.

Oh look. Apparently Waylon did know where the Great Hall was. Wonders will never cease. Seeing his two friends and knowing what they were about to do and all these stupid Hufflepuff colours hanging up was putting him in a bad mood.

"You must be in your element tonight eh?" He gestured at the all the yellow decorations. "Maybe you should sit next to Josephina over there and you can trade Badger stories." Oh please trade places with me.

Edvard's question had Oliver grimacing slightly. "Unfortunately yes." he groaned and jerking his thumb in William's direction. "My best bud here wants to steal see a dragon. And I being the good friend that I am said I would go along." Although William had made it sound like it was going to be an awesome holiday experience. The dragon part had come later when Oliver had already committed.

"And what are your plans for the summer?"

Lewis winced a little when the Care of Magical Creatures professor suddenly started yelling...yelling for somebody called Max? And 'some kid'? He'd been in his class for a whole year and he still didn't know his name? The Hufflepuff still held out the orb to Professor Williamson now, hoping he would take a hint and take it.

His next words caught his attention though and Lewis moved his gaze to stare at the professor for a moment. White snitch?! Actually now that he got to think of it, he had absolutely no idea why he'd called it orb i his head. It could as well be a white snitch. An albino snitch maybe.

Maybe he should've given it to Alec. He was like an expert on snitches, wasn't he?

YES! At least one of the professors actually talked to HIM and said something which even made sense. "T-thank you, Professor." He replied, a little surprised by him telling him he'd done the right thing. So it really was something important and not just some random ball. Or at least it was important to Professor Vindictus it seemed.

Chewing on his lip, Lewis nodded once not really too keen on walking over to where Professor Vindictus had his seat next to the Headmaster. Maybe he could just levitate it there? But in the end the Hufflepuff just ended up slowly walking over to the middle of the staff table after all, keeping his eyes downcast and on the white snitch in his hand.

Hopefully somebody would finally take the thing from him now.

He sort of sent the letters.

.... he liked her. And they hadn't even MET on the platform. And YES she was grasping at irrelevant and unimportant straws while she got her thoughts in order.

Ahem.

She kept her voice calm. for now

"I'm sorry.... you like me?" WAS HE TWELVE?

"... this isn't a prank?" Well, Oliver had said he doubted that it was...

Seeing at the Headmaster did not look as though he would be giving his speech for a bit still, Kurumi quickly made her way up to the staff table to offer a quick thank you for the term. As she had been raised to do, she went up to the Headmaster first and stood in front of him - although she was really talking to the entire table.

"I just wanted to say thank you for another term," she said reaching into her back with an Undetectable Extension Charm on it for her usual box of baked goods when...it wasn't there. Wait, where had the box gone? Kurumi's cheeks flushed and she all put threw her head into the bag to search for her signature cookies.

Shuffling her feet a bit, Kurumi managed to bump into someone and pulled her head out of the bag to see that someone was Lewis. Her cheeks flushed even more and she chewed nervously on her bottom lip. Why was it that she always seemed to find her way to him? She also noticed the orb in his hand and she sort of just stared at it for a moment before looking back at Lewis face, blushing more.

Until she noticed Professor Schirmer and Professor Roslund having some sort of conversation just a little behind the staff table. Kurumi leaned around Lewis a bit, turning her head so her ear was directed more towards the two professors' conversation and her jaw dropped.

No.WAY!

At least she remained calm and collected. Althea didn’t shout or slap him or anything but Edvard knew that she wasn’t HAPPY!

Watering his lips he replied nervously "Yes I do. Like you." He didn’t like her tone. Feeling it best to continue to answer her questions he said exasperatedly gesturing with his arms "Oh no, no. Of course not, I would never ever prank you….This is not a prank."

"I like you. And besides I don’t know how to prank anyone." That was the truth. Althea would know that surely, right?

Showing no emotion of any kind on her face Cece listened quietly as Alyssa rambled on with an apology. Once the child finished she looked from the gift back to the child. She had almost done it. She had almost made Cece believe her apology was sincere... right up until the moment she held out that gift. "Miss Potter, buying me gifts will not earn you my respect. I might have been able to believe that apology if it had not been for your pathetic attempt at bribery with this little gift of yours."

Hearing Professor Lafay address her, Cece looked down the table at her colleague and smiled. "It was my pleasure. It did make me realize that I should have run my own detention earlier in the term." You know, the one Miss Potter here had been fortunate enough to serve with Headman Tate instead of Cece herself.

Turning back to the annoying 'Puff standing there, Cece's smile faded. "I suggest you take your little gift there and return to your seat... before I put you on the detention list for the start of next term." That's right, Cece was not against making plans for children to be in detention as soon as they returned to school.

Hopping up from his seat at the his Houses Table Oakey Popped by the Staff Table to speak with Two Professors and one Groundskeeper. They all seemed to be getting along as if they were old friends long before they taught here.

Before he spoke with them though he gave his Head of House a BIG grin. He was happy to be a Hufflepuff more now then when he was sorted two years ago. He also looked over to Vindictus quickly. Harvey's cane is so much cooler than that. Vindictus' cane probably doesn't hold his wand it like Oakey's Foster Father's does.

Hello Professor Jenkins, Professor Williamson, and Mr. Murdoch He said making his presence known to the three of them. Hopefully by finally pronouncing Merdog's name correctly it would get the Groundskeepers attention at least. I just wanted to say I had a blast in both of your classes this year and that I have a new appreciation for Runes and Magical Creatures both. Ironically Oakey did most of his studying of Magical Creatures for Professor Williamson outside of class. Having encountered a Hippogriff, Blast-Ended-Skrewt, Chimera, and Acromantula out on the Grounds. Mr.Merdo...Murdoch...DOH! almost messed up there. I didn't know you were a Hufflepuff before. Oakey noticed the yellow banner hanging in his hut they day he traveled through the Arch to his hut. Could I, maybe next year help you some around the Grounds. He enjoyed being around the Groundskeeper. Ever since the Fandango Oakey took a liking to Mr. Merdog.

Alyssa quickly took her gift and hid it behind her back. She had done it again. Messed up. But she was not going to cry. "No Madam Healer. This gift is not some form of bribe so that you would forgive me or to earn your respect. I got this gift for you because it reminded me of what a Healer is. Someone who is like an Angel. Someone who watches over us and takes care of us. It reminded me of you. I don't expect you to believe me, but I do respect the work you do. Even though I didn't show it at the time of our first encounter. Again I am sorry to have insulted you. I will return to my table as you have instructed me to do"

Alyssa bowed her head in shame. Before returning to her house table. She took a deep breath and addressed all the staff. "I just wanted to say thank you everyone for making this another interesting term here in Hogwarts. I have learned a lot, both academically, as well as, how to improve my own personal self. Unfortunately, I will continue to make mistakes but I hope that you will all continue to guide me in the right direction. Thank you again."Alyssa bowed her head to each of the staff members, to show her thanks.

Then she walked up to Professor Hadley, her Head of House. She absent mindedly placed the gift she had intended to give the Healer on the table as she reached up to shake the Professor's hand. "Thank you Professor for having so much faith in me. If I return next term, I will try to work as hard as I have done this year."

"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.

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?

No concerns? That was good.

"Vell that's a shame." She nodded slowly at the new information, pondering just what would make the staff not want to stay. The school was in a nice location, the grounds were beautiful, the students were well behaved for the most part, and the staff were pleasant. Pleasant being the word since she didn't really know most of them yet...

...Hmmm?

Eyebrows raising, she did a double take towards the Hufflepuff student and what he was holding. "Vot in the world?" she mumbled, eyeing the orb. Yes, that was...strange.

Mmhm, it was good.

Nodding, still with a smile, she didn't particularly know what else to say and this was becoming a tad...uncomfortable. The woman didn't seem like she enjoyed small talk. "Vell, I hope you have a pleasant summer."

Lots of relaxing.

"Really?" she asked, thoroughly amused about this new information. "Vell good for them." Even if Edvard was just saying so to make the situation seem a little better, Medea would have still appreciated it.

"Oh trust me, I vill. After a summer full of lazying around...have do something to get them moving." There were already thoughts on making it mandatory for her lessons next term. Just thoughts for now though.

She nodded. "Yea, I am. Though I suppose not as much as mostly everyone else." She laughed a little. Then again, she supposed after working here for who knows how many years, she would be looking forward to summer even months before it came. "Vot about you?"



And then...Then all Merlin's beard broke loose.

Medea tried very hard, very hard, not listen in. It really was none of her business, but it was just... with them standing just a few feet away, it was very difficult. Especially with the raised voice, and the name calling, and the fact that she was conscious of all the students in the Great Hall where voices could easily echo...

Just gunna sip her water and pretend not to hear. Smile and sip water.

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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?

Oh look! A student.

When did she get here?

"Miss Greingoth, vos there something you needed?" she asked, setting down her goblet. Divert your attention elsewhere before the yelling was turned to her for staring!