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Staff Table by Victoria Bunbury (BanaBatGirl) The staff...minus a few new faces...are seated at a long table stretching across a dais at the front of the Great Hall. There is a thick black curtain hanging behind the dais in tribute to the two missing from their table. Feel free to come up and greet them after the Headmistress has given her speech and after the end-of-term feast has started. Remember your manners, children. http://www.snitchseeker.com/ssrpinfo...ftableCFsm.jpg Click Me To Enlarge! |
The Baron saw an empty chair that usually belonged to the Astronomy professor, and floated towards it. He was going to spend his time here. Yup. Right here. |
to le Baron Anastasia felt an extra chill in the evening aor and looked up from admiring her reflection in the shiny silverware. She caught glimpse of a silver glimmer down at the end of the table and narrowed her eyes... and then nearly fell out of her chair as she realized what it was. A ghost! A GHOST! No wait, it was just the Bloody Baron. "Oh than Merlin," the redhead gasped to herself, putting a hand over her galloping heart. "I thought for sure Marion had turned into a ghost and had decided to haunt the school... thank Merlin it's just the Baron..." She sighed in relief. The Baron likely had his reasons for being there, and he wouldn't bug her with questions about her students/plants/husband/children/Henry/etc. the way a ghost of Marion would. Er, may she rest in peace. |
♪ ♫ we're the exceeeeeption.. the only exception.. ♪ ♫ Walking up to the dais where the staff table stretched out, still empty save for the headmistress and a ghost, Louisa was struggling with the pouch attached inside her robe. She shouldn't have sewed it in herself, one of the house-elves would've been ecstatic to do it for her - and do it right too. By the time she was standing in front of the woman and the ghost, her robe was almost inside out and apparently the small pouch refused to remove itself. EH, whatever. She reached in for the brooch and got it out. "Hello headmistress... Baron." A nod at each of them before Louisa slid the cursed piece of jewelry across the table and toward the woman. "I think this still belongs to you." Louisa would've tried blasting it if it was hers. "I hid it with me when Isfret showed up at the library and then things were... - well, I didn't get the chance to give it back before now." Coz BOOKS were on fire! That was enough reason for anyone to get traumatized and forget stuff. |
Gemma clicked up through the tables of children...she was relieved to see everything back to order in the Great Hall...the tables and smiling faces were so much more becoming than the sleeping bags and such... She smiled as she walked down the aisle...o how she loved her job, even if it was life threatening some terms...she wouldn't want it any other way. Finally, she reached the Staff table and glanced down to the empty chairs of the other two professors...she let out a little sigh...she was grateful it wasn't her and then she realized a ghost in one of the chairs...she cocked her head to the side and was relieved to see it was only the Bloody Baron. She gave the ghost a little wave and then headed to her seat waving at the Headmistress as she went. |
The Grey Lady floated in smiling at the students, she headed straight towards the Staff Table when she saw the Baron sitting in one of the professors' chairs. She wasn't very happy with him..she knew that the chair belonged to one of the professors they had lost within the last few weeks. She floated up to him and put her arms across her body, "Baron, I don't think it's very appropriate for you to be sitting there..." she said a little flustered. |
ASDSLDFDS! There was another ghost at the staff table! Her eyes slightly narrowed, Bunz flashed a smile to Gemma and then started to work on scooting her Quote:
One never knew what power formerly cursed objects still had. Also, she was going to ask all the ghosts at the staff table about it before the feast was up. But back to Louisa. "Did you have a nice last term?" |
Baron, Grey Lady Sir Nicholas floated up to the staff dais after his little stop at the Gryffindor house table. Satisfied that his lions were well all things considered he headed up to talk to the Headmistress like they had ALL decided. Floating past the other tables Sir Nicholas smiled and waved to the student's that greeted him. The Grey Lady and the Baron were already hovering by the staff dais. He floated up next to the beautiful Lady just as she called the Baron out on his choice of seat. Sir Nicholas shook his head and agreed. "Baron, please show some respect. The student's are mourning the woman that used to sit in that seat as well as the Headmistress and her staff. Let's not stir more emotions." |
Gemma and a little Headmistress and Head girl Leobald entered the Great Hall through the door behind the staff dais. He was dressed for the feast in dark navy robes, but he wasn't exactly in a party mood. He had spent most off his afternoon cleaning and restoring the bookshelves to how they had looked before the fire. The floor of the library was now clean, but the bookcases were scarred and black in some places, and the shelves were gaping empty. Where there had been books just the other day there was now just charcoaled remains of books or ashes and dust. He slid into his seat next to Gemma with a small sigh. "Evening, Gemma." Leobald greeted. "You look lovely tonight." he complimented her attire. Leo waved to the Headmistress and the Head Girl before busying himself with pouring himself some water. |
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After writing a particularly late and apologetic letter to a certain former creatures Professor about the case of some missing pygmy puffs that wouldn't be returning back to him, Medea made her way down to the Great Hall and up to the staff table. The end of the term feast usually brought emotional responses as it was, but, goodness, she didn't know what to think of this one. Her gaze settled on the two empty chairs momentarily. Well, one of them not so empty. The Baron took it. She nodded and smiled to all the occupants at the table, ghosts included, before moving around to her seat, settling in. This felt awkward. Was it awkward? Did anyone else feel that? Her spoon became mighty interesting after only a few seconds. |
Sophia paused at the entrance to the Great Hall and looked at the staff table. Why did she have to be seated on the side where all the dead professors used to sit and to top it all off ghostly reminders of the term. Lovely..now she'd have to scoot past ghost to get to her seat. At least she wasn't the first to arrive, The headmistress was there..and oh she loved that dress..it was nice and so was Gemma, Medea and Leo...ah Leo. He was looking pretty down, too bad she didn't sit next to him. After the feast she'd try cheering him up, right now she wanted to sit and have a glass of water and student watch. It wasn't too late to take some last minute points after all. Pulling her slivery sparkling robes up over her black dress, she shift pass the ghost and took her seat. "Good evening." She announced to the table. |
Professor Elwood had decided to dress for the occasion and the only thing that seemed appropriate was one of her black dresses and black crepe; she was in mourning for the two lost professors. Despite her sadness, there was a tinge of satisfaction that she had been right about what had been causing the chaos at the school. The blonde had left her bangles upstairs seeing as they wouldn't work with her gloves so as she made her way up to the Staff Table, the usual jingling that accompanied her movement was missing. She smiled to some of the students, particularly the seventh years she had had in class this term and who would be moving on with their lives starting the next day. There was on in particular she had wanted to see before she left... Quote:
"Louisa, dear. I'm glad I could catch you before the feast begins." She enveloped the girl in a quick hug, disreguarding the conversation she seemed to be having with Madame Truebridge. Once she pulled back she reached a gloved hand into her small bag and pulled out a piece of folded parchment. "This is where you can reach me if you need anything at all or just want to stay in touch. Feel free to share it with Mr. Vanderbilt or any others who may ask." She smiled to the girl again as she made her way to her chair. Quote:
Biting her tongue but sending the thing a venomous look, Professor Elwood sat down in her chair with Max's empty seat on one side and Medea on her right. Good, the Grey Lady called the Baron out. Quote:
A tiny gasp escaped her lips and she pressed a hand to her chest. "Madame Truebrudge, is that...the brooch? You intend to incinerate that, correct?" Callie knew the spectre that had inhabited it was gone but the aura was still bad. Bad, BAD. Quote:
Anyways, they had grown a bit closer than before as they worked together. Hopefully they could continue working together more the next term. "Evening Gemma." Quote:
"Evening Leo, I'm so sorry about the library. It's just awful what happened." Thankfully she had gotten seperated from the plant-hunting group and wasn't able to make it to the ghost's firey explosion. "Over the summer I will try to contact the owner of the bookstore I worked at a while back, perhaps he will have some at least Muggle volumes he can donate." She would just say there was a school fire at a school she taught at. She would just have to make up a different school. Quote:
"I've been busy getting final marks finished what have you done since the big mess with the plant and the Library?" Quote:
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A nice last term. She had to grin, with sad eyes at that. "I don't think 'nice' is one of the words I'd use." Her first year was nice. "It was challenging, adventurous and lived up to my expectations of being a very unique term." Which beat nice in her book. By the corner of her eye Louisa caught Mr. Kitridge waving at her and offered him a grin and a wave of her own. Quote:
Huh? Oh. Aw! The Ravenclaw exchanged a genuine touched smile with the blonde and nodded, she wanted to hug her again but with the headmistress sitting here and all -- well, it was awkward not to hug the headmistress as well and by extension the other professors "Thank you, professor. I would love to stay in touch with you and was trying to find the politest way to ask without sounding like a stalker." Heh. It was true actually, and maybe THAT was why Louisa turned her gaze on the headmistress and her grin faded into a small formal smile, "I… uh.. thank you, ma'am, for entrusting me with such a position of responsibility." She leaned in slightly with what could be interpreted as giving a small bow. Maybe she was indeed bowing! Since no hugs were encouraged. "I want you to know that I did my best." Even if she made mistakes and had her own way of helping the youngsters She wanted to say something to ALL the professors... but maybe that should wait until after the feast.. and after she got her diploma. It would make more sense. |
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But when Nick spoke the Baron looked towards him. "Sir Nicholas, I would never accuse you of disrespect. But as you have, I think I should explain. I considered it a seat like any other. Many professors have sat in this seat, many have died that we knew... they don't retire these chairs. Others will occupy them. I have not disrespected her memory. Though it has upset my lady... and I have vacated the seat." He simply floated behind it, waiting for the Friar. |
*clones self* After checking in at the Gryffindor table upon her arrival, Seren then meandered up to the dais. Bouncing Blueberries. Yes, people died. And... it was a sad sad time, but did the feast need to look like a funeral procession? Seren was starkly aware that her appearance stuck out like a jagged thorn on a rose. Then again, she'd always dealt with grief in a different way, and this just happened to be it. Be bright, be floral and... get over it internally. No need to bring other people down too. Casting a glance at the empty seats, Seren took the moment to take a deep breath before making her way around to her own seat. "Evening... evening," she greeted with a polite bow of the head hoping that nobody would take her appearance as a sign of disrespect. ... Perhaps she ought to have removed a couple of flowers from her hair and place them in front of the empty seats. But no, that'd be plain awkward. |
The Friar floated into the Great Hall and smiled at the students as he noticed his fellow house ghosts already at the Staff Dias. He would of course visit with the Hufflepuffs later, but for now, he must join his fellow ghosts and see what brought upon their sour faces. Yes there were two empty chairs, but as they themselves know, being dead didn't mean the end of the world. He simply floated behind the Runes and Arithmancy professor's chairs, next to the Baron and sighed. "Upset already, Baron? Dare I ask what has caused such an upset already? It wasn't a member of your house to pass away...." |
Josephina had mixed feelings on attending this feast. Of course she was UBER proud of her badgers at pulling through in the end for a three-peat on the house cup, but on the same token, it was Vindictus' last feast. His last year. And she felt slightly saddened that Ravenclaw had only gotten second by a sheer margin. As much as she had disliked Quidditch when she was a student and even in her first couple years on staff, she was going to miss the man. He was a Hogwarts icon. With a heavy heart, she dressed for the evening, making sure to carefully represent both houses that evening in her attire. But as she entered the Great Hall and made her way among the student tables - smiling brightly at her Hufflepuffs - she frowned when she arrived at the staff dais. Why were most of the staff wearing black? Had she missed some sort of memo? And then with a sinking realization, she sighed as she realized she would once more be seated next to not just one empty seat, but two. It didn't matter that the house ghosts were gathered at that end of the departed. That was her end. And she didn't want to sit there. Instead, she just stood there, at the end of the dais, looking between her colleagues and the student tables, wondering if the Headmistress would notice if she slipped among the student tables. Wondering if perhaps in black, she would have blended in more ... |
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"If only I had fireproofed the books." Leo muttered half to himself and half to Gemma. Quote:
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"You would do that for the library? I'd be grateful for any books that I can get to fill up the gaping holes on the shelves." He meant what he said. Any books anyone donated would be welcomed with open arms. Quote:
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Isabelle wasn't really in the mood for the feast. Yes her former house had just won both cups, a good enough reason to be cheerful, but so many things had happened to keep her from that cheer. The two empty seats down the other end of the table were testament to that. No, she hadn't known Tristan or Marion that well, hardly at all in fact, but they had been her colleagues and the fact a man-eating plant had gotten hold of them slightly dimmed her mood. Not to mention the fact Max was leaving. That man had been there since she'd started working at Hogwarts. He was an institution. Part of the furniture. Just - THERE. And now he wouldn't be. Sad times. It was nearly a black day all round. Hence the reason she was dressed as such. With a sigh Issy climbed the steps to the staff dais, nodded her head, and offered a less than cheery "Good evening all" to her colleagues seated already. And the ghosts. They got a nod of the head too. Perhaps she'd feel more talkative after a drink. Water would have to do for now though, seeing as the feast hadn't started properly and the table was empty save for the goblets and cutlery. Filling hers up, Isabelle swished it around a bit, before taking a swig. Hmmm. |
Scabior wasn't exactly in the best of moods to attend the feast. BOOKS had burned to a crisp in front of him, and although he was not the librarian he had read some of those books at Hogwarts. And others he hadn't touched at all. It didn't matter. They each contained important sources of information and some were ancient. It was just an upsetting thing to see. "Evening. Seren. Gemma. Leobald. Hecate." He nodded at each of them as he approached. Slipping into his seat he leaned back before looking across the staff table. It was only then that it hit him, that the flying Professor was leaving. Scabior did not have a friendship with the man, nor did he like flying but the man had been teaching his HIS seventh year. Or perhaps sixth? Either way, he had begun teaching when then thirty five year old was in school, and so it was surreal that he was leaving. Books burning. A man older than the most ancient books leaving. It wasn't the best end to the term. The only good thing was that he could look forward to the two months off. |
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Putting down her spoon, since she had company to keep her attention now, Medea leaned towards Callie a little, voice lowering. "You know, my offer still stands. If you...need somewhere to go." Quote:
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Waving towards the Arithmancy professor, in hopes of getting her attention, Medea gestured to the small space between her and Callie. Hmmm? Scoot her chair over here? They could make room. |
Vindictus arrived late as usual and he scowled at the sight of the decorations in the Great Hall. I'm leaving and they use THESE hideous colors! I swear someone tampered with the Hourglass. Maybe I could stay one more term and find out who the culprit is. Ravenclaw deserves to win because I said so! He made it to HIS seat to the right of the headmistress and plopped down. "I'm not a fan of the decor, Annie," he grumbled. "Blue. The color must be blue . . . and bronze. Not bleh!" |
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Vindictus looked back and forth to see if anyone was watching him. Of course, the students would see him but the other adults weren't paying attention. He reached out his arms as if he were stretching and quickly swiped Annie's water goblet off the table, and placed it under the table. The quick motion made something in his robe pocket move. |
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