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The staff are seated at a long table stretching across a dais at the front of the room. Feel free to come up and greet them after the feast has started.
The glittering night sky is clear and visible through the enchanted ceiling, and the floating candles bedeck the entire hall in a warm golden light. All seems well with the world, aside from the empty plates still waiting for food to appear.
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Alyssa was standing there saying her goodbyes to Professor Hadley when she accidentally heard the conversation between Professor Roslund and Schirmer. Poor Professor Roslund was getting told off by Professor Schirmer just because he finally admitted to liking her alot. Alyssa felt so bad for him. The fact that other students were also listening in on the conversation was even worse. So she tried to make it seem like she didn't know what had just happened.
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Originally Posted by Nordic Witch
Hearing Headmaster Tate’s voice Edvard almost jumped out of his seat. When had the bossman arrived to the table? Nodding politely in the headmaster’s direction he said "Headmaster Tate, is it you who has given the hall its warm golden touch?"
"More of a mustard overtone, I'd say. And it was my handy spellwork, but it's part of my job description." That was to say... he was happy for the Hufflepuffs, but he wanted his Gryffindors to make it to the top before he retired.
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Originally Posted by Lislchen
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.
Tate jolted from his morose reverie by the appearance of a little Hufflepuff carrying a small glowing object. He hooked a finger at the lad, indicating the boy should come down the table a bit to see him.
"I want you to very carefully set that on the table and then step back clear of it. Don't move from there." His voice was quiet and serious, brooking no
disobedience. Where the heck had THAT come from?
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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie
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!
"Miss Hollingberry, it is considered very RUDE to eavesdrop. I suggest you return to your seat immediately." Especially as he had his hands full with the Hufflepuff boy and his little orb. It was shocking behavior, really, for a prefect to so openly and pointedly listen in on a private conversation.
Even if Althea wasn't being particularly circumspect in her volume level. He cast a look back over his shoulder at the two professors, wondering if perhaps he should suggest they step out of the Great Hall until their conversation was over.
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Originally Posted by Roselyn
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!
Hearing her name, Sierra straightened her posture ever-so-slightly. Was there something she needed? Hmm... Three thousand three hundred forty-four points, but that would have been helpful twelve or so hours ago. A fresh glass of water? A new racing broom? Better seating at the house table? Yes, there were many things she'd like to throw in a request for, actually.
"Oh, erm...no, actually," she answered. "I'm just..." Hanging around? Spying? Watching the show? "...saying a few goodbyes for the summer." ... "Goodbye, Professor. Thanks for a good year!" Her eyes slowly made their way back to the show, yet a second later...
...she froze. Just...froze, as if time was trickling on without her.
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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?"
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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
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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.
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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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Originally Posted by Cassirin
Tate jolted from his morose reverie by the appearance of a little Hufflepuff carrying a small glowing object. He hooked a finger at the lad, indicating the boy should come down the table a bit to see him.
"I want you to very carefully set that on the table and then step back clear of it. Don't move from there." His voice was quiet and serious, brooking no
disobedience. Where the heck had THAT come from?
...
Seriously, what was it? Was it that thing she'd been hearing about being passed around the school? Or...at least she heard that no one could really keep it for long. People lost it. Apparently it was only at the ending feast she was getting a better look at this school.
Strange things indeed.
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Originally Posted by Anna Banana
Hearing her name, Sierra straightened her posture ever-so-slightly. Was there something she needed? Hmm... Three thousand three hundred forty-four points, but that would have been helpful twelve or so hours ago. A fresh glass of water? A new racing broom? Better seating at the house table? Yes, there were many things she'd like to throw in a request for, actually.
"Oh, erm...no, actually," she answered. "I'm just..." Hanging around? Spying? Watching the show? "...saying a few goodbyes for the summer." ... "Goodbye, Professor. Thanks for a good year!" Her eyes slowly made their way back to the show, yet a second later...
...she froze. Just...froze, as if time was trickling on without her.
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Originally Posted by Kaos.Doodles
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."
She was just...
Distracted. That's what she was.
"Mmhmm." With an eyebrow raising and slowly nodding her head, she wasn't really buying any of it. If it wasn't for the fact that she was still staring at the two Professors who needed their privacy from ears and eyes, Medea would have easily brushed it off.
And even with Scabior's request for her to go back to her seat, she wasn't budging. Good Merlin...What was his first name again? "Miss Greingoth?" Helloooo? "To your seat?"
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SPOILER!!: Naive 'Puff
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Originally Posted by FireboltAvis88
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."
Looking at the child all Cece could do was shake her head a bit. Really, this girl wanted to make her believe she meant all these things she was saying yet the entire term she continued acting the same way. And now, after that little speech she just gave she was just going to turn and walk away without giving Cece a chance to respond?
Yeah, she had changed... NOT.
Following Alyssa down the table with her eyes Cece chuckled to herself. Really Alyssa? Now you're going to try and pass that gift off to your own head of house? What was she going to do, just keep passing it around until someone accepted it? This child was just begging for attention now wasn't she.
Cece didn't have time to dwell on Alyssa any longer though as her attention was diverted to the two professors standing just away from the table.
O__O
Holy mother of Merlin!
Did Althea realize just how loud she was getting here? Of course Cece was chanting in her head 'Go Althea, let him have it,' but that didn't mean she thought the whole Great Hall should be hearing what was going on either... like that nosy Alyssa Potter standing there acting all innocent.
Cece should go down there and give the girl a detention just for the fun of it for not going directly to her seat as she had been told to do.
"Maximus... A Cane? You?" Wasn't he an athlete? What had he done to himself?
He pointed to the yellow and black hangings that were blinding him. "They took out the wrong Vindictus," Max replied and he glanced over at Josephina.
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Still beaming ridiculously, Josephina took note of Max entering and taking a seat. With his cane. From the Quidditch match. For a moment, her smile dissipated as she shot a worried look of concern at him. Because she WAS worried about him.
"Max," she said solemnly, hoping she wasn't interrupting.
"Fina," he replied and leaned back in his seat. With Tate present, he knew that it wasn't the time to make a snarky comment about the decor being a little too bright.
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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl
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.
"Hey, Billy Boy! I think it's time you get your eyes checked!" joked Max and all of his attention was now on the orb. Before he could take it from Lewis, Tate spoke.
He's speaking in that weird Auror voice that freaks people out. Maybe someone can distract him and I'll stick it in my pocket....
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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.
"Hello Oakey." Olly glanced at the young Hufflepuff and gave him a small grin. While he knew the students liked to come and say goodbye, couldn't they like wait until after they had eaten. "Well I'm glad you enjoyed the classes." He was speaking of his own classes of course and he was just about to say more but then he heard Thea's voice.
SPOILER!!: Angry Thea
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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.
And while he didn't want to hear Edvard and Thea's conversation, it couldn't be helped seeing how Thea was raising her voice. And if that wasn't bad enough, his name got dragged into it.
Oliver rubbed the back of his neck and felt his face grow just a little warm. Oh he wasn't embarrassed that Thea had just told the whole great hall that he and she had gone out. No, he actually felt embarrassed for Edvard.
The man really didn't know Althea Schirmer at all.
He couldn't help but sneak a peek at the two, just as Thea was getting into her tirade and Oliver had to admit, she looked totally hot right now.
SPOILER!!: Medea
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Originally Posted by Roselyn
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
With all the yelling that was going on, Oliver almost missed Medea's question. He shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged his shoulders. "Kinda. William has talked me into going to Romania with him and Waylon." Which would be alright if his friends weren't planning on stealing looking at dragons.
"Although it's looking better than here right now."
Still waiting for Professor Hadley to acknowledge Lyssie
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SPOILER!!: Healer Tillstrom
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Originally Posted by The1HBIC
Looking at the child all Cece could do was shake her head a bit. Really, this girl wanted to make her believe she meant all these things she was saying yet the entire term she continued acting the same way. And now, after that little speech she just gave she was just going to turn and walk away without giving Cece a chance to respond?
Yeah, she had changed... NOT.
Following Alyssa down the table with her eyes Cece chuckled to herself. Really Alyssa? Now you're going to try and pass that gift off to your own head of house? What was she going to do, just keep passing it around until someone accepted it? This child was just begging for attention now wasn't she.
Cece didn't have time to dwell on Alyssa any longer though as her attention was diverted to the two professors standing just away from the table.
O__O
Holy mother of Merlin!
Did Althea realize just how loud she was getting here? Of course Cece was chanting in her head 'Go Althea, let him have it,' but that didn't mean she thought the whole Great Hall should be hearing what was going on either... like that nosy Alyssa Potter standing there acting all innocent.
Cece should go down there and give the girl a detention just for the fun of it for not going directly to her seat as she had been told to do.
Alyssa could see the Healer from the corner of her eye frowning at her. Had she still wanted to talk with her? Alyssa was confused. The Healer had told her to return to her seat before she ended up getting detention again. Since Alyssa had no intention of serving detention, she had done what the Healer had instructed. 'What have I done wrong now?' Alyssa thought to herself. Alyssa sadly realized that she would never be able to do anything right according to the eyes of the Healer. Yes, she would eventually return to her House Table once Professor Hadley, whom she was currently talking to, responded to what she had said. She wasn't going to walk away without giving her Head of House the opportunity to respond to her. That would be disrespectful and even though the Healer thought that she was still the same disrespectful person she had met earlier in the beginning of the term, she was wrong. Alyssa had learned her lesson in detention.
She realized that she had absent mindedly placed the gift that she had intended to give the Healer on the table in front of Professor Hadley, so she quickly picked it up and shoved it into her pocket. She didn't know what she was going to do with it, but it was too nice to throw away. She was just sad that the Healer had not accepted it. But she knew that she couldn't force it on someone if that person didn't want it. So Alyssa continued to wait for Professor Hadley to notice her despite the fact that the Headmaster was almost about to make his speech. As she waited, she continued to tune out what was happening between the two Professors, and tried not to glance over at Healer Tillstrom.
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Orbs, students and yelling.
This was not what Seren had expected at the end of term feast, no, no, no. Brows narrowed in distaste, she leant back in her seat, closed her eyes, and thought of the greenhouses. Those glorious walls, peaceful in their existence, a place where one would rest in solitude... of course that's where she wished she was in this moment.
Opening her eyes once more, abandoning her attempt to block out the noise and the commotion, Seren took up her teacup and pressed it against her lips. Refusing to put it down, she continued to sip at its contents.
...
Surely Eddie and Althea could sort out their differences privately and not at the feast?!
"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.
Edvard hadn’t totally misinterpreted her since Althea did get angry and spoke in a raised voice that luckily didn't carry all over the hall, how much she didn’t like how he had acted. Somewhere as the tirade went on and on he just shut off and didn’t listen anymore. To get told that he was all the things a man didn’t want to hear from a beautiful woman bruised his ego and somewhat his self-confidence.
When Althea finally was done Edvard stood for a moment, motionless and quiet gathering his thoughts. Some minutes later when he fixed her gaze he replied managing to keep control of his temper "You can call me all those nasty things and that I act like a teenager with a crush. Maybe I do but that doesn’t give you the right to attack me the way you have just done in a high pitched voice in front of the whole assembled staff table and a few students at that. Its not professional..."
"I don’t know your favourite color, what foods you like or any of all the other things you counted up because you haven’t told me and hasn’t given me the opportunity to get to know you closer either."
His voice dropping low he continued in a sad tone "The same could be said about what you know about me… Not much I wager except all the colourful, nasty things you’ve called me tonight. If you knew me than you’d know I’m a family orientated, responsible, and passionate about more things than space man who has a very sick sister; a sister who is so sick that I’m resigning from my position here to go home and take care of her."
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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.
At this time Dash thought it prudent to come over and add his two cents to the conversation. Off all the things Edvard thought his friend would say none of it matched what Dash actually did say to Althea about the matter at hand, he didn’t help at all. Shooting his mate a 'you’re not helping' look Edvard turned away from the history of magic professor.
Pausing to gain his breath he added sadly tears visible in his eyes which he wiped away and said to Althea. "I should have known you liked Oliver and went out on a date with him, but I didn’t. Maybe I should’ve done some things differently, but I don’t regret telling you I like you here tonight in front of our colleagues or about the letters."
Turning around to leave and retake his place on the dais Edvard finished "If you want to hate me, Althea, fine. Dislike me, fine. But don’t ever say that I’m irresponsible.” Turning on his heel he went back up to the staff table, slipped into his seat and just sat looking straight forward. He was going to survive this feast even if it would kill him. Could Tate please hold his speech?
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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.
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Eddie told Dash that?
... DASH KNEW ABOUT THIS?
Wonder of wonders, she managed not to say anything to him, just went with her usual glare-of-fiyahhh. She'd deal with HIM later.
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Edvard hadn’t totally misinterpreted her since Althea did get angry and spoke in a raised voice that luckily didn't carry all over the hall, how much she didn’t like how he had acted. Somewhere as the tirade went on and on he just shut off and didn’t listen anymore. To get told that he was all the things a man didn’t want to hear from a beautiful woman bruised his ego and somewhat his self-confidence.
When Althea finally was done Edvard stood for a moment, motionless and quiet gathering his thoughts. Some minutes later when he fixed her gaze he replied managing to keep control of his temper "You can call me all those nasty things and that I act like a teenager with a crush. Maybe I do but that doesn’t give you the right to attack me the way you have just done in a high pitched voice in front of the whole assembled staff table and a few students at that. Its not professional..."
"I don’t know your favourite color, what foods you like or any of all the other things you counted up because you haven’t told me and hasn’t given me the opportunity to get to know you closer either."
His voice dropping low he continued in a sad tone "The same could be said about what you know about me… Not much I wager except all the colourful, nasty things you’ve called me tonight. If you knew me than you’d know I’m a family orientated, responsible, and passionate about more things than space man who has a very sick sister; a sister who is so sick that I’m resigning from my position here to go home and take care of her."
At this time Dash thought it prudent to come over and add his two cents to the conversation. Off all the things Edvard thought his friend would say none of it matched what Dash actually did say to Althea about the matter at hand, he didn’t help at all. Shooting his mate a 'you’re not helping' look Edvard turned away from the history of magic professor.
Pausing to gain his breath he added sadly tears visible in his eyes which he wiped away and said to Althea. "I should have known you liked Oliver and went out on a date with him, but I didn’t. Maybe I should’ve done some things differently, but I don’t regret telling you I like you here tonight in front of our colleagues or about the letters."
Turning around to leave and retake his place on the dais Edvard finished "If you want to hate me, Althea, fine. Dislike me, fine. But don’t ever say that I’m irresponsible.” Turning on his heel he went back up to the staff table, slipped into his seat and just sat looking straight forward. He was going to survive this feast even if it would kill him. Could Tate please hold his speech?
She folded her arms across her chest as Eddie said his piece. He could try to make her feel like she'd kicked a puppy all he liked, Althea was sticking to her words and... high pitched????????!??? Her voice was NOT HIGH PITCHED. She narrowed her eyes.
"Don't you dare try to turn this around on me. Your 'confession' was hardly given at an appropriate time and I have every right to respond." What, had he been expecting some kind of romantic connection, in front of everyone? That would still have been unprofessional and inappropriate. It wasn't fair to expect her not to have a reaction to the revelation about the letters. It was as if he'd chosen to do it here especially to take away her ability to react to it. Well that hadn't worked had it?
"You talk about me giving you opportunities to find these things out Eddie?" She shook her head. "Is that fair? If you truly," as Dash had put it (and what the hell were they doing talking about her anyway?), "loved me, you'd have made an opportunity. You can't love someone you don't know anything about."
... and now he was crying. And making assumptions about herself and Oliver --who at least wasn't shy about what he wanted-- oh Cliodna this was one of THOSE days wasn't it? What was with MEN? Or manchild in this case. Mooncalf.
She tapped her fingers on her crossed arms and watched him return to his seat. After a moment she followed him and leaned forward to say one last thing. "I certainly don't hate you, Eddie. But I am NOT particularly enamoured of you right now. And I HIGHLY suggest you think about what I said if you have any desire to remain my friend." Because if he didn't actually show that he understood? Well. That would not go down well. Hmmppppph.
Instead of taking her own seat which was too close to Eddie for comfort, Althea marched to the other end of the table, shot a glare at Dash and sat in the empty seat next to him.
He had BEST not say a word.
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"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.
Hecate blinked.
Really?
She did this in the great hall?
With not just the professors around them, but the whole student body?
Wow... not only was she looking like a horrible harpy and embarrasing the man, but Edvard was right. She was being highly childish and unprofessional, not to mention unkind.
"...and they call me the Dragon Lady," she said under her breath. She smirked as she leaned back in her seat... sure she felt bad for Edvard, and was hoping to see the Headmaster fire someone... but that wasn't probably going to happen.
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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?"
"You said that was your name... but shh now... there is a show afoot." She said.
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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."
"Oh leave her be... I think if anyone was still in their dorms in the Gryffindor tower they could of heard Shirmer's temper tantrum." She smirked at the girl.
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He pointed to the yellow and black hangings that were blinding him. "They took out the wrong Vindictus," Max replied and he glanced over at Josephina.
Tate jolted from his morose reverie by the appearance of a little Hufflepuff carrying a small glowing object. He hooked a finger at the lad, indicating the boy should come down the table a bit to see him.
"I want you to very carefully set that on the table and then step back clear of it. Don't move from there." His voice was quiet and serious, brooking no
disobedience. Where the heck had THAT come from?
Since nothing happened at first Lewis did finally look up from the albino snitch just in time to see the Headmaster beckoning him closer. Resisting the urge to run off on the spot by chewing on his lower lip, the Hufflepuff very slowly approached the Staff Table, his eyes back on the ball on the palm of his outstretched hand.
The way the Headmaster was now talking to him made him chew on his lip some more, getting more nervous by the second. Was it dangerous?! But it was quite clear that he would not tolerate any sort of protest or disobedience - not that Lewis had any reason to do either - so he carefully did as he was told, placing the white ball right in front of the Headmaster before taking a couple of hurried steps backwards away from him...
...bumping into Kurumi in the process, who was also...there. "I-I was told it belongs to Professor Vindictus, Sir." Lewis' eyes flickered briefly over to the man sitting next to the Headmaster before allowing them to rest on the object again. He blushed furiously once he remembered that he'd just been told something else too, which was to not move after he'd taken a step back. Did talking count as moving?
While it was pretty much impossible not to hear what was going on to one side of the Staff Table, Lewis didn't dare turn his head towards them. Plus, he didn't want to look nosy or anything. Even though, he WAS just a tiny bit interested what on Earth had caused Professor Schirmer to yell at Professor Roslund like that.
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"...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 then, that was polite enough, but it seemed as if Thea wasn't really in the talking mood, so Fina just let her gaze wander around the Hall instead of forcing conversation.
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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."
Until Oliver spoke to her. Didn't see her!?! Oh really now? Perhaps she should have worn a brighter color than the black dress, decorated with the golden belt. Sigh.
"Mmhm," she just said, fighting the urge to roll her eyes at him. He only had to look THROUGH her to speak with her neighbors. BUT obviously he was looking, but not really seeing. "Yea, if you actually saw me, it'd be good, but that's another story. How'd your term go?"
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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?"
Fina beamed in amusement. "Relaxing is a very good thing. And definitely much needed and deserved," she nodded decisively. "Um not really. Just considering some convention thing. I've never really been, but supposedly they're supposed to be very informative."
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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. She wasn't the only nerdy one that did educational stuff over her breaks! Aron? Who was Aron? She did not know ... or maybe she just didn't remember. That was quite possible.
"Aron?" She raised an eyebrow in confusion. "But that sounds like it should be a good opportunity." OF course not for her, but that was because she was bloody awful when it came to that stuff.
"Um... possibly... considering going to some convention thing in the States... they do it every couple years in various parts of the world. I've never been to one, but I've read about them." And it should be a good experience.
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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?"
"Quite special, yes. I'm very pleased with my Hufflepuffs," They worked hard. Not that none of the other houses didn't, but you know... "Nah, I don't think so," she glanced over at Seren again. "Not this year anyway. She's off to Spain and all for some Herbology research thing. And I may be visiting the states ... for some Convention thing." Mmhm. In the sunshine state too and she totally could use a little sunshine right now.
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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.
Waylon was a Hufflepuff? She blinked at Oliver's comment to the groundskeeper. How could she not have known that? Or better yet, why didn't she remember him? Tilting her head over at the groundskeeper, she stared and studiously observed him for far longer than she should have. Only to be broken by the voice of the Gryffindor Prefect.
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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!
"You're more than welcome, Miss Hollingberry," Fina said to the fifth year. And might have commented on her eavesdropping, except that the Headmaster already did. Seriously though, for a PREFECT? Some example.
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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.
Seeing a grin from one of her students, Fina gave him a brief smile back, before directing her attention beside her. Beside, Oakey didn't really seem to want to speak with her anyway, as he was more content on speaking with some of her colleagues.
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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?
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"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.
Eh?!?
WHY so loud?!? In front of all those students, not simply the colleagues? Must they be SO unprofessional in making such a scene?
Seriously? She was almost relieved though at the sound of Max's voice responding back to her and breaking her reverie.
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He pointed to the yellow and black hangings that were blinding him. "They took out the wrong Vindictus," Max replied and he glanced over at Josephina.
"Fina," he replied and leaned back in his seat. With Tate present, he knew that it wasn't the time to make a snarky comment about the decor being a little too bright.
Simple reply, but it was enough to bring her attention away from the unprofessional professors. But it didn't seem as if he wanted to really pick a conversation either, which was understandable. You know given that Ravenclaws placed second for the house cup, again.
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Originally Posted by FireboltAvis88
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."
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Originally Posted by FireboltAvis88
Alyssa was standing there saying her goodbyes to Professor Hadley when she accidentally heard the conversation between Professor Roslund and Schirmer. Poor Professor Roslund was getting told off by Professor Schirmer just because he finally admitted to liking her alot. Alyssa felt so bad for him. The fact that other students were also listening in on the conversation was even worse. So she tried to make it seem like she didn't know what had just happened.
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Alyssa could see the Healer from the corner of her eye frowning at her. Had she still wanted to talk with her? Alyssa was confused. The Healer had told her to return to her seat before she ended up getting detention again. Since Alyssa had no intention of serving detention, she had done what the Healer had instructed. 'What have I done wrong now?' Alyssa thought to herself. Alyssa sadly realized that she would never be able to do anything right according to the eyes of the Healer. Yes, she would eventually return to her House Table once Professor Hadley, whom she was currently talking to, responded to what she had said. She wasn't going to walk away without giving her Head of House the opportunity to respond to her. That would be disrespectful and even though the Healer thought that she was still the same disrespectful person she had met earlier in the beginning of the term, she was wrong. Alyssa had learned her lesson in detention.
She realized that she had absent mindedly placed the gift that she had intended to give the Healer on the table in front of Professor Hadley, so she quickly picked it up and shoved it into her pocket. She didn't know what she was going to do with it, but it was too nice to throw away. She was just sad that the Healer had not accepted it. But she knew that she couldn't force it on someone if that person didn't want it. So Alyssa continued to wait for Professor Hadley to notice her despite the fact that the Headmaster was almost about to make his speech. As she waited, she continued to tune out what was happening between the two Professors, and tried not to glance over at Healer Tillstrom.
Instead, Fina turned her attention to one of her third years, who had presented her with a gift .... and then took it back. EH??
"Miss Potter, please return to your house table. It is rude and very un-hufflepufflike to eavesdrop." After all, they were good finders, yes. But eavesdropping on other's personal conversation - that was a Slytherin trait. "And please don't tell me you're hesitating again about returning to Hogwarts next term, as I do look forward to seeing you back here in September." Even if she DID just give her a gift that she attempted to give to the healer, but than took it back. Rude. On the re-gifting AND the taking back a gift.
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Edvard hadn’t totally misinterpreted her since Althea did get angry and spoke in a raised voice that luckily didn't carry all over the hall, how much she didn’t like how he had acted. Somewhere as the tirade went on and on he just shut off and didn’t listen anymore. To get told that he was all the things a man didn’t want to hear from a beautiful woman bruised his ego and somewhat his self-confidence.
When Althea finally was done Edvard stood for a moment, motionless and quiet gathering his thoughts. Some minutes later when he fixed her gaze he replied managing to keep control of his temper "You can call me all those nasty things and that I act like a teenager with a crush. Maybe I do but that doesn’t give you the right to attack me the way you have just done in a high pitched voice in front of the whole assembled staff table and a few students at that. Its not professional..."
"I don’t know your favourite color, what foods you like or any of all the other things you counted up because you haven’t told me and hasn’t given me the opportunity to get to know you closer either."
His voice dropping low he continued in a sad tone "The same could be said about what you know about me… Not much I wager except all the colourful, nasty things you’ve called me tonight. If you knew me than you’d know I’m a family orientated, responsible, and passionate about more things than space man who has a very sick sister; a sister who is so sick that I’m resigning from my position here to go home and take care of her."
At this time Dash thought it prudent to come over and add his two cents to the conversation. Off all the things Edvard thought his friend would say none of it matched what Dash actually did say to Althea about the matter at hand, he didn’t help at all. Shooting his mate a 'you’re not helping' look Edvard turned away from the history of magic professor.
Pausing to gain his breath he added sadly tears visible in his eyes which he wiped away and said to Althea. "I should have known you liked Oliver and went out on a date with him, but I didn’t. Maybe I should’ve done some things differently, but I don’t regret telling you I like you here tonight in front of our colleagues or about the letters."
Turning around to leave and retake his place on the dais Edvard finished "If you want to hate me, Althea, fine. Dislike me, fine. But don’t ever say that I’m irresponsible.” Turning on his heel he went back up to the staff table, slipped into his seat and just sat looking straight forward. He was going to survive this feast even if it would kill him. Could Tate please hold his speech?
WAIT. Eddie was resigning from Astronomy Professor and moving home to take care of his sister? If there was nothing else that she heard - because none of it was any of her business - she heard THAT. Tilting her head, she studied his facial expressions for a moment and swallowed her words and complaints of how unprofessional he'd just been.
And silently, she reached her hand over and stroked his forearm gently. In a low whisper to Eddie only, "Are you really resigning to take care of your sister?" Because that was just about the sweetest thing she'd ever heard. And she didn't even know he HAD a sister. Clearly she needed to get to know her colleagues more and she made a mental note that they should all like have a mixer or something in September.
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WAIT. Eddie was resigning from Astronomy Professor and moving home to take care of his sister? If there was nothing else that she heard - because none of it was any of her business - she heard THAT. Tilting her head, she studied his facial expressions for a moment and swallowed her words and complaints of how unprofessional he'd just been.
And silently, she reached her hand over and stroked his forearm gently. In a low whisper to Eddie only, "Are you really resigning to take care of your sister?" Because that was just about the sweetest thing she'd ever heard. And she didn't even know he HAD a sister. Clearly she needed to get to know her colleagues more and she made a mental note that they should all like have a mixer or something in September.
Eddie sat in his owl bubble next to Josephina going over what had just transpired in his head. The thoughts tumbled here and there and he was totally oblivious to the fact that Althea had gotten the last word and then chosen the vacant seat next to Dash. Telling the truth hadn't gone exactly as planned, but it was the last thing on his mind right now. His kid sister was what mattered since she needed his support unlike Althea.
Feeling someone stroke his forearm he looked around a bit bewildered until he realized it was Fina who had touched him. Hearing her whisper he nodded sadly. "I'm afraid so. I have to. Olivia is very sick and my parents are sick with worry since the healers haven't found the right cure yet. If I go home I can help out and be of use better than if I am here in Scotland." It hadn't been an easy decision since he loved teaching but family came first.
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.
"Yes indeed, I think the large winning margin shows that. They should all be mighty proud of themselves," Isabelle nodded her head and smiled, looking out across the tables to the hundreds of chattering children. Oh, no hankies? Well... "You could always conjure some I suppose. If you need them. Anyway, congratulations again, I should probably be off back to my seat, seeing as Tate has arrived." Giving Fina another squeeze, this time on the shoulder, Issy turned on her heal and strolled back to the other end of the table.
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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.
Yes, they're students. Such a shame that some of them seemed more determined to act up than learn. But at least the DADA professor had survived intact. "Good, I'm glad. Still, nice to have some time over summer to relax before launching into it all again, eh?" Issy smiled.
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"Just fine..." She said and grumbled.
Right.
Well that answered that question then. Of course it meant she wasn't really fine, and that Isabelle would refrain from any more talking - just to make sure she kept her head. "Good," she replied, simply, reaching forward and filling her goblet with juice.
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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.
Thereos certainly did. And talking of... "That thing you found in the forest," she'd heard about it, not seen it, "did it get recovered after Max lost it?" She whispered it, completely unaware that said object was in the process of being brought up to the table by a Hufflepuff.
Oh, the accident, yes. Isabelle laughed slightly and nodded. "I had some. But, you know, I'm a hardy witch, they faded after a few days. You weren't too hurt, were you?"
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Having finished her conversations, and wary of starting any with Hecate, Isabelle continued drinking from her goblet, taking the occasional glance around to see who was about. Several children had come to the table - including one who had that ball. At least they knew where it was now. She continued minding her own business until....
All hell broke loose.
Nearly choking on her drink, she turned her head to see Althea and Eddie having a raised voice argument behind the dais. Her eyes widened as she caught a few of the words, not all being out loud, and she felt a pang of sympathy for Edvard. Really, the poor man looked upset at the abuse he was receiving. What on earth had he said, or done, to cause it? Issy wasn't nosy enough to ask.
Although it seemed that some of the students were being nosy. Frowning at them as the other professors told them to leave, Issy looked back with a furtive glance, just in time to see Eddie retake his seat next to Fina. "Goodness, you usually have to pay to go to the theatre. I hope he's all right," she mumbled into her goblet, trying not to look too interested. Wasn't her business.
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Originally Posted by PhoenixRising
Instead, Fina turned her attention to one of her third years, who had presented her with a gift .... and then took it back. EH??
"Miss Potter, please return to your house table. It is rude and very un-hufflepufflike to eavesdrop." After all, they were good finders, yes. But eavesdropping on other's personal conversation - that was a Slytherin trait. "And please don't tell me you're hesitating again about returning to Hogwarts next term, as I do look forward to seeing you back here in September." Even if she DID just give her a gift that she attempted to give to the healer, but than took it back. Rude. On the re-gifting AND the taking back a gift.
Alyssa was tired of everybody accusing her of eavesdropping on the other staff's conversation. Just because the other students were, didn't mean she was. And what was it with this 'gift' thing. The way Professor Hadley had eyed her when she remembered that she had ABSENTMINDENLY placed it in front of her made Lyssie think that Professor Hadley actually thought that she was going to give a gift that had already been rejected by someone else. Yeah people thought that she was disrespectful and rude, but Alyssa was not tacky. And regifting a gift to someone else while the original recipient was still in the same room was not only tacky, it was plain dumb.
Alyssa sighed again. "No disrespect intended Professor but I WAS NOT eavesdropping on anyone's conversation. In fact I have been trying to ignore it as much as possible. And you see this gift here, I wasn't intending on regifting it to you just in case you were wondering. As for coming back next term, I wasn't even thinking about leaving Hogwarts. But after all the reprimands and threats of detention I have received in the last few minutes, I am now really seriously thinking about not coming back at all. I really respect all of you and have for the last two terms I have been here, but I've found that no matter how hard I try, some of you still disapprove of me.
So yeah you can send me to detention and ban me from coming back to Hogwarts because I am now being rude and disrespectful to you, but you know what? I don't care anymore. I am tired of trying to fit in. I've worked hard and tried to keep my nose clean and stay out of trouble,!and what do I get? Reprimanded and threatened with detention. This is too much for me to handle. I am so tired of trying."and with that last sentence, Alyssa did what she promised she wouldn't do. She broke down and cried...in front of all the staff. She reached into her pocket for a hanky but when she pulled it out, something got tagged along with it and it fell to the floor, smashing into bits. IT WAS THE ANGEL!! Alyssa looked at it and cried even more.
She bent down to pick up the pieces and as she did, she mumbled to herself,"I've gone and done it now. I was rude to Professor Hadley. They'll definitely expel me now. They are going to kick me out the door. I have disgraced my family. I have disgraced my House. I am so tired. Why am I so tired?" Alyssa sat on the floor as the energy drained from her.
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Kurumi straightened up when Headmaster Tate addressed her and immediately sucked on her bottom lip when she heard what he had to say. "S-S-Sorry, Headmaster," she squeaked, bowing very deeply. That apology was more to everyone in the general area. Truth be told, it was NOT hard to eavesdrop now that Professor Schirmer had gone into full on harpy mode. Still, Kurumi really liked the Charms professor and the way she stood up for herself and just the way she carried her - even if she was afraid that the woman was going to hex Professor Roslund's face off right now.
The good thing about this? It had taken the attention off of her lack of cookies. THAT was more embarrassing to her right now than the Headmaster scolding her.
And...was it just her or was there just a ridiculous amount of drama at the staff table right now? Taking the Headmaster's advice and returning to her table seemed like a brilliant idea right now.
After one more apologetic bow, Kurumi turned to make her way back towards the Gryffindor table, but ended up pausing when Lewis spoke about the orb. The orb? "You've had it all this time? Since the pathways?" she asked, cocking her head to the side curiously as she took a step towards him, tripped over something, lunged forward, caught his arm to balance herself, and then froze as if someone had cast a silent Immobulus on the Gryffindor prefect.
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At this time Dash thought it prudent to come over and add his two cents to the conversation. Off all the things Edvard thought his friend would say none of it matched what Dash actually did say to Althea about the matter at hand, he didn’t help at all. Shooting his mate a 'you’re not helping' look Edvard turned away from the history of magic professor.
Dash shrugged as Edvard shot him a look. Had the man not appreciated his little interference? It really wasn't his fault. If they were already talking about the situation it was best if the whole truth came out. And the whole truth was that Edvard had told him that he loved the Charms Professor, not fancied.
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Eddie told Dash that?
... DASH KNEW ABOUT THIS?
Wonder of wonders, she managed not to say anything to him, just went with her usual glare-of-fiyahhh. She'd deal with HIM later.
Instead of taking her own seat which was too close to Eddie for comfort, Althea marched to the other end of the table, shot a glare at Dash and sat in the empty seat next to him.
He had BEST not say a word.
There was too much drama in this feast for Dash's liking. Perhaps it would have been better if he had skipped the action packed night? He drummed his fingers against the table, trying to decide what to do while, attempting to ignore the rest of the argument when Althea suddenly sat down beside him.
If she thought that her glare was enough to shut him up, it wasn't. Wasn't that how she normally looked at him anyways? The man simply looked at her before turning to Edvard. It was true, he kind of felt bad for the Astronomy professor. But Dash had told him to tell Althea some time ago- and not during the feast. So it was his own foolish actions that put him where he was now.
He leaned in closer to the blonde woman. "You know..." That this wasn't her seat? That it was childish of her not to be able to sit next to Edvard for thirty more minutes? That she hadn't needed to embarrass the man? That he was actually technically on her side? "...if you're trying to get people to like you, you're going about it all wrong."
Now would be the perfect time for a speech Tate.
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"You said that was your name... but shh now... there is a show afoot." She said.
"Oh leave her be... I think if anyone was still in their dorms in the Gryffindor tower they could of heard Shirmer's temper tantrum." She smirked at the girl.
"Well yes, technically...." And by that of course he meant any name that was on any legal document was technically his name, be it first, middle or last.
"With that being said, the show would be just as enjoyable from her seat at the Slytherin table." Which meant that she should leave. Now.
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After one more apologetic bow, Kurumi turned to make her way back towards the Gryffindor table, but ended up pausing when Lewis spoke about the orb. The orb? "You've had it all this time? Since the pathways?" she asked, cocking her head to the side curiously as she took a step towards him, tripped over something, lunged forward, caught his arm to balance herself, and then froze as if someone had cast a silent Immobulus on the Gryffindor prefect.
Completely forgetting all about the not-moving rule the moment he heard Kurumi say something, Lewis turned towards her to give her an utterly confused look. "The Pathways...?!" He echoed shaking his head a little to himself. How would SHE know where he'd got the ball from? And what was all this talk about the pathways? Hang on, was the ball hers?
"N-no, I just foun-"-d it was what he'd been about to say when all of a sudden Kurumi seemed to trip over her own feet something and sort of fell towards him. Or onto him rather. Lewis staggered a couple of steps back, instinctively holding on to Kurumi to keep them both from falling over. Seriously, what was it with the two of them? They weren't even safe at the Staff Table it seemed.
And the whole talk about the pathways still didn't make much sense to him.
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Since nothing happened at first Lewis did finally look up from the albino snitch just in time to see the Headmaster beckoning him closer. Resisting the urge to run off on the spot by chewing on his lower lip, the Hufflepuff very slowly approached the Staff Table, his eyes back on the ball on the palm of his outstretched hand.
The way the Headmaster was now talking to him made him chew on his lip some more, getting more nervous by the second. Was it dangerous?! But it was quite clear that he would not tolerate any sort of protest or disobedience - not that Lewis had any reason to do either - so he carefully did as he was told, placing the white ball right in front of the Headmaster before taking a couple of hurried steps backwards away from him...
...bumping into Kurumi in the process, who was also...there. "I-I was told it belongs to Professor Vindictus, Sir." Lewis' eyes flickered briefly over to the man sitting next to the Headmaster before allowing them to rest on the object again. He blushed furiously once he remembered that he'd just been told something else too, which was to not move after he'd taken a step back. Did talking count as moving?
While it was pretty much impossible not to hear what was going on to one side of the Staff Table, Lewis didn't dare turn his head towards them. Plus, he didn't want to look nosy or anything. Even though, he WAS just a tiny bit interested what on Earth had caused Professor Schirmer to yell at Professor Roslund like that.
The students were all being positively LOONY, and he didn't have much patience for it. Perhaps they could all climb onto the train immediately, and Tate would gladly wave good-bye to their departing figures. What with the staff fighting amongst themselves, the general disregard for rules and common courtesy found among the students, and the fact that he'd much rather be spending time at home with his wife and infant daughter... Tate wasn't going to be good company.
Especially when he THOUGHT he'd made it the whole term without danger and death showing up on his doorstep. SIGH. "Now, then, lad. Feeling alright? No tingling in your limbs? Do you know your name? House? What did you have for breakfast?"
Tate waved his hand down the table to attract the attention of the Healer. He'd just have her give the boy a look over.
"Evening Gemma!" Edvard chirped over the length of the table to where the Muggle Studies professor where sitting in her new glittery heels. "Any special plans for the summer Gemma?" he inquired with a smile. Why were so many in such gloomy states? And why was Gemma glancing at Oliver's vacant seat?
Gemma smiled at Edvard...she had to admit that he was always so polite to everyone, "Same to you..." she said with a little nod, "Nothing too exciting just heading to my house on the coast of Florida for a little while to relax and take in some sun..." she could almost feel the sun on her skin with just a thought of it. "And yourself? Any crazy plans..."
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"Cerulean..." She said to the woman who sat beside her.
She smiled at the woman, "Hecate, any plans for the summer?" small talk was always the easiest with Hecate since Gemma felt like they had nothing in common, but she made a mental note that next term she would try to be more friendly to the woman.
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[COLOR="#6960EC"] Hearing heels click their way up to the staff dais, Fina glanced over in time to see Gemma approaching and taking a seat .... also as the woman also glanced in her direction - even if it was more directed at the empty seat next to her, rather than her.
She gave the woman a smile, and a subtle chuckle escaped her lips at the comment. Tis was true.
The professor caught Fina's glance as she was checking for someone on that end of the table and returned the smile. She really liked that one and gave the woman a thumb's up and motioned towards the yellow coloring.
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"Hello Oakey." Olly glanced at the young Hufflepuff and gave him a small grin. While he knew the students liked to come and say goodbye, couldn't they like wait until after they had eaten. "Well I'm glad you enjoyed the classes." He was speaking of his own classes of course and he was just about to say more but then he heard Thea's voice.
And while he didn't want to hear Edvard and Thea's conversation, it couldn't be helped seeing how Thea was raising her voice. And if that wasn't bad enough, his name got dragged into it.
Oliver rubbed the back of his neck and felt his face grow just a little warm. Oh he wasn't embarrassed that Thea had just told the whole great hall that he and she had gone out. No, he actually felt embarrassed for Edvard.
The man really didn't know Althea Schirmer at all.
He couldn't help but sneak a peek at the two, just as Thea was getting into her tirade and Oliver had to admit, she looked totally hot right now.
With all the yelling that was going on, Oliver almost missed Medea's question. He shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged his shoulders. "Kinda. William has talked me into going to Romania with him and Waylon." Which would be alright if his friends weren't planning on stealing looking at dragons.
"Although it's looking better than here right now."
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"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?
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"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.
Gemma instantly became silent as she head one of her fellow professors having a small meltdown or maybe just a small outburst of their feelings which she had to admit wasn't probably the best place for the woman to have it. She tried to ignore it but you just....couldn't...I mean it was a little bit loud and just right there in front of her.
She started to take a drink to make it seem like she wasn't at the staff table with this going on when the woman mentioned going out with Oliver...Gemma froze in mid air and her head snapped towards the outburst...had she just said that she had been out with Oliver???? A million thoughts shot through her head and she knew her face was instantly a pink shade as she felt her face become hot. Surely she had misunderstood the woman...right?...when was this little outing with Oliver....had it been since the Holiday break....
The professor couldn't help it but she scooted her chair out from the table and leaned back a little bit eyeing the professor at the other end of the table...yes she had said she didn't want anything serious but she hadn't meant that she wanted him going 'OUT' with everyone he met...she debating getting up and walking down towards him but she felt back the urge and just decided to try to get his attention from her spot...
Did she even have a right to be upset...she actually wasn't sure...it was just a kiss afterall...and obviously she wasn't the only one he had been spending time with...way to go Gemma...she thought to herself as she kept a more flatter than usual smile on her face....she leaned back and checked to see how he was responding to the comments being aired in public...but she couldn't see his face from her vantage point.
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There was too much drama in this feast for Dash's liking. Perhaps it would have been better if he had skipped the action packed night? He drummed his fingers against the table, trying to decide what to do while, attempting to ignore the rest of the argument when Althea suddenly sat down beside him.
If she thought that her glare was enough to shut him up, it wasn't. Wasn't that how she normally looked at him anyways? The man simply looked at her before turning to Edvard. It was true, he kind of felt bad for the Astronomy professor. But Dash had told him to tell Althea some time ago- and not during the feast. So it was his own foolish actions that put him where he was now.
He leaned in closer to the blonde woman. "You know..." That this wasn't her seat? That it was childish of her not to be able to sit next to Edvard for thirty more minutes? That she hadn't needed to embarrass the man? That he was actually technically on her side? "...if you're trying to get people to like you, you're going about it all wrong."
Now would be the perfect time for a speech Tate.
Sigh.
"Dash, really. I'm not in the mood." Althea answered quietly, not even glaring.
Certainly she was aware that those people who had heard were passing judgement on her right about now, which wasn't fair really. Eddie's little announcement coming at the feast, in front of everyone, had really been an attempt to limit her response. Like a way to try to gag her with that hope that she wouldn't want to make a scene. It wasn't fair to expect her NOT to respond --she had the right to speak her mind, and defend herself, and stand up for herself as a woman who had been painted into this strange little role in Edvard's mind. Had she responded favourably, like he'd presumably hoped or expected, people would probably be saying 'awwwwww' right now, or some variation on that. Like she was SUPPOSED to be flattered by attention that was entirely shallow and took absolutely no notice of who she was as a person?
She would much rather stand up for herself than be liked. Althea would never win Miss Congeniality, and she wouldn't be herself if she tried.
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Hiss!Roar!Growl!Caw! | Hermione's Double | The Little Three | Alecate
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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."
Coming to from her frozen-in-place state, Sierra immediately heard her name being called. Oh, look at that--Professor Hotness was calling for attention! Well, granted she was being scolded, but nevermind that. "Oh, I was just up here giving my goodbyes for the summer," she said, a semi-shocked look on her face. Then, with the most innocent tone she could give, she added, "Was there something going on between Professors Roslund and Schirmer?" ... "I hadn't noticed."
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She was just...
Distracted. That's what she was.
"Mmhmm." With an eyebrow raising and slowly nodding her head, she wasn't really buying any of it. If it wasn't for the fact that she was still staring at the two Professors who needed their privacy from ears and eyes, Medea would have easily brushed it off.
And even with Scabior's request for her to go back to her seat, she wasn't budging. Good Merlin...What was his first name again? "Miss Greingoth?" Helloooo? "To your seat?"
Okay, okay. She could take a hint! Sort of. Well, she understood the message, but...but...but...--THE SHOW! What about the show?! Well, goodbye for the summer to you, too, Professor Yoga."To my seat," she repeated. "Right. I'll head straight there..."
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Edvard hadn’t totally misinterpreted her since Althea did get angry and spoke in a raised voice that luckily didn't carry all over the hall, how much she didn’t like how he had acted. Somewhere as the tirade went on and on he just shut off and didn’t listen anymore. To get told that he was all the things a man didn’t want to hear from a beautiful woman bruised his ego and somewhat his self-confidence.
When Althea finally was done Edvard stood for a moment, motionless and quiet gathering his thoughts. Some minutes later when he fixed her gaze he replied managing to keep control of his temper "You can call me all those nasty things and that I act like a teenager with a crush. Maybe I do but that doesn’t give you the right to attack me the way you have just done in a high pitched voice in front of the whole assembled staff table and a few students at that. Its not professional..."
"I don’t know your favourite color, what foods you like or any of all the other things you counted up because you haven’t told me and hasn’t given me the opportunity to get to know you closer either."
His voice dropping low he continued in a sad tone "The same could be said about what you know about me… Not much I wager except all the colourful, nasty things you’ve called me tonight. If you knew me than you’d know I’m a family orientated, responsible, and passionate about more things than space man who has a very sick sister; a sister who is so sick that I’m resigning from my position here to go home and take care of her."
At this time Dash thought it prudent to come over and add his two cents to the conversation. Off all the things Edvard thought his friend would say none of it matched what Dash actually did say to Althea about the matter at hand, he didn’t help at all. Shooting his mate a 'you’re not helping' look Edvard turned away from the history of magic professor.
Pausing to gain his breath he added sadly tears visible in his eyes which he wiped away and said to Althea. "I should have known you liked Oliver and went out on a date with him, but I didn’t. Maybe I should’ve done some things differently, but I don’t regret telling you I like you here tonight in front of our colleagues or about the letters."
Turning around to leave and retake his place on the dais Edvard finished "If you want to hate me, Althea, fine. Dislike me, fine. But don’t ever say that I’m irresponsible.” Turning on his heel he went back up to the staff table, slipped into his seat and just sat looking straight forward. He was going to survive this feast even if it would kill him. Could Tate please hold his speech?
Well now wasn't that just the comeback of the year! Sierra began nodding along, as if she was a part of the conversation and was just mmhmm'ing to everything being said. This whole show really deserved a standing ovation. This was the most fun she'd had all year.
Who would've thought adults could be so entertaining?
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"Oh leave her be... I think if anyone was still in their dorms in the Gryffindor tower they could of heard Shirmer's temper tantrum." She smirked at the girl.
Well, now see. Here was an adult with some sense to her. She was right. That she was. Why, she would guess the grindylows down in the lake might even be getting an earful right about now. Catching Lafay's smirk, Sierra smirked, as well. However, she wasn't going to push her luck. After all, she still had to sit in these professor's classes for three more years.
No sense in biting the hand that would feed her. Or grade her even.
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"Well yes, technically...." And by that of course he meant any name that was on any legal document was technically his name, be it first, middle or last.
"With that being said, the show would be just as enjoyable from her seat at the Slytherin table." Which meant that she should leave. Now.
"Potatoes are getting cold," Sierra finally said, pointing toward the Slytherin table. Was the food even out? She hadn't even checked. "Think I'll go get a quick bite before the walk home." After all, she just lived in Hogsmeade.
Stepping backward, she looked up at Roslund, nodded once, then said, "May the odds be ever in your favor." Or, that was the hope, at least.
Good luck, dude. You're going to need it.
Then she turned on her heels and left for her own table.
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