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BanaBatGirl · 12-27-2012, 10:22 PM

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The school staff take their meals at a long table on a raised dais at the back of the Great Hall. The usual Hogwarts crest hanging behind them has returned, fully restored and looking brand new. The staff are also happily using the school's real silver silverware and heavy plates and goblets as they dine.

You may approach them for conversation, but they deserve a peaceful meal as much as anyone else.

BanaBatGirl · 02-10-2014, 01:10 PM

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Originally Posted by StarShine

Cosgrach snorted. Young love. He doubted they knew the definition of 'love'. At least they kept their lips to themselves in his dungeon.

He laughed somewhat cruelly, then. Annie understood him. He loved her for that, no matter how... rudely she had treated him back then. "Thank you, Headmistress. I hope both will enjoy it." He was sure he gave the girl her life's chance, though, really. A new chance to make Cutty love her again or something, though he doubted she would be loved by any with that voice of hers.

"I'd love to." He felt relieved that she officially invited him, because you never knew with these women.

He ate the last bit of his crêpe and poured himself a cup of tea. After drinking that, he was all ready to go.

"Please, call me Annie." The redhead waved her hand. "That Headmistress title sounds so stiff." And ridiculous to be coming from Cosgrach's lips. He was about the last person she would want to call her by that title, really.

Oh good! He said yes. She smiled cheerily and poured herself a cup of tea too. She sipped it quietly until he seemed ready to go. "I suspect you've had more free time teaching here than in your previous jobs, mmm?" He was probably a speedy grader, she would imagine.

StarShine · 02-10-2014, 02:18 PM

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

"Please, call me Annie." The redhead waved her hand. "That Headmistress title sounds so stiff." And ridiculous to be coming from Cosgrach's lips. He was about the last person she would want to call her by that title, really.

Oh good! He said yes. She smiled cheerily and poured herself a cup of tea too. She sipped it quietly until he seemed ready to go. "I suspect you've had more free time teaching here than in your previous jobs, mmm?" He was probably a speedy grader, she would imagine.

Cosgrach grinned. Honestly, she was too motherly to be 'Annie', but he wasn't going to argue. He wondered briefly whether she let Davie call her 'mummy' or worse yet, 'mama', but he didn't ask. He then wondered if the little boy ever visited her here. Did he have that much intimacy to ask her?

Sipping his tea in silence as he questioned her personal details in his mind, he seemed to have heard her question a moment late.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I've never actually taught, not professionally at least, but it's not bad." Translation: he wasn't bad. "The children are alright, except a few." His face darkened a little, he wanted them all to be perfect, but it was a bit of a fantasy, it seemed.

Taking the last gulp from his tea, he gently wiped his mouth and looked at her to see if he could rise to his feet. He didn't want to rush her, after all.

sweetpinkpixie · 03-08-2014, 02:02 AM

While the usual buzz from the Great Hall during dinner was my default too loud for the professor to do any sort of reading over dinner, tonight was an exception. Well, not just tonight. Every night for a few weeks now were an exception considering that his good ear was now starting to go deaf, so it was easy to drown out the drone of students conversing over there mashed potatoes and pudding.

Scooping another helping of mashed yams on to his plate beside his pork loin, Airey turned the page in his book and continued reading as he began slicing up his loin with a knife and fork. It was nice to know that he could still multitask to a certain degree. Chocolate and brain games were at least helping there.

Wait...had he read that sentence already?

Roselyn · 03-14-2014, 04:04 AM

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

While the usual buzz from the Great Hall during dinner was my default too loud for the professor to do any sort of reading over dinner, tonight was an exception. Well, not just tonight. Every night for a few weeks now were an exception considering that his good ear was now starting to go deaf, so it was easy to drown out the drone of students conversing over there mashed potatoes and pudding.

Scooping another helping of mashed yams on to his plate beside his pork loin, Airey turned the page in his book and continued reading as he began slicing up his loin with a knife and fork. It was nice to know that he could still multitask to a certain degree. Chocolate and brain games were at least helping there.

Wait...had he read that sentence already?

Making her way into the great hall, her attention was diverted to a rather colorful metal butterfly sitting upon the edge of her finger, flapping it's wings. Slowly. Too slow actually. Medea frowned, letting her feet guide her towards her seat as she tried to find the rusty spots upon the little creation. If there were any.

Yet, she paused momentarily, and retracted her steps to stand just next to the astronomy professor's spot.

Leaning around the chair somewhat, she peered down at the book. What was he reeeaaading?

sweetpinkpixie · 03-14-2014, 05:06 AM

Turning the page, he became all too aware by Medea's presence and was tempted to put down his vintage copy of World's Best Science Fiction: 1966, but he was so close to finishing this particular story that he continued reading.

"...mrmee, mrmee, mrmee, mrmee," he read out loud to himself before inserting his tie shaped bookmark into the book and glancing over his shoulder slowly at Medea. "Fancy meeting you here," he chuckled.

Roselyn · 03-14-2014, 05:29 AM

She'd read a few words herself before he spoke, though honestly, they didn't make much meaning in her mind. Too fast of a skim and too few words. "Hmm, just like last night. And the night before, and night before..." she smiled softly, moving to sit in the empty seat next to him. Just for the time being. Until the other professors showed up that is.

Enclosing her hands around the butterfly, she leaned against the table slightly, getting a closer look at the book. "Vot are you reading tonight?"

sweetpinkpixie · 03-14-2014, 12:20 PM

Chuckling, because he had been joking, Airey finally closed his book and passed it towards Medea. "Collection of science fiction shorts from 1966," he explained as he absently looked at his hands for a few moments before shifting his gaze to Medea. "Was just finishing a short in there titled 'Repent, Harlequin!' Said the Ticktockman. It's about time and a society run on clockwork, generally speaking that is." Because there were many layers to the story.

"Really gets the old noggin thinking about....things....time...." His eyes went back to his hands where he could visibly see time running out with each wrinkle and pale hue. While time was certainly not the only thing to take from the text, it was really all that the astronomer could think about right now.

Roselyn · 03-19-2014, 06:36 AM

With two fingers, she slid the book in front of her, glancing to the cover. Oh, that was fascinating. Both the book itself and the story Airey was reading. "How interesting." she commented, flipping it open to the first few pages before the astronomy man's final words processed in her mind. After a short pause, she closed the book, slowly, and slid it back towards him.

"You shouldn't haff to think about that." she mumbled, retracting her arms in a tight crossed position. The topic of time had started to become a more...uncomfortable subject. Needless to say, she had many new paintings to keep her mind off it.

sweetpinkpixie · 03-19-2014, 09:32 AM

Doing some mild mhmm-ing and nodding, he picked up the book again and was about to continue reading a bit more - he quite enjoyed the next story as well - when his noticed the dramatic shift in body language Medea was presenting.

What was that called? Shielding? He had read about it in one of his social mannerism studies, about how 80% of what we communicate is nonverbal, and there had been some very specific things said about arm crossing. "Self-comfort," he whispered to himself, his blue eyes resting on her arms briefly before flicking back to her face.

"It was bound to happen some day," he muttered, forcing a smile on his face. "Just never would have thought it would be while I was still in my 30's." 30 something going on 200 as his body reflected. Slowly, since the seat beside him was vacant at the moment, he switched seats until he was sitting right beside the DADA professor and took one of her hands in both of his. "Medea. There is something I want to tell you. Something I've been thinking about since that dance thing the students put on..."

Roselyn · 03-20-2014, 11:17 AM

Some day, yes. Down the road. After a full life. That some day had arrived far earlier than it should have been. A small smile lingered in her face as to not seem so troubled about it all. She was the one that should be comforting him, not the other way around. Letting him take her hands, Medea shifted a little in her seat so it wasn't so awkward for her to twist to face Airey.

Something. That could've been anything. Granted, with their situation and the specific event he mentioned in play, she could've narrowed down what his thoughts were, but she didn't have the focused mind to gather what it may or may not be. "Oh yea?" she spoke, having an easier time with the small smile. "Vot is it?"

sweetpinkpixie · 03-20-2014, 12:32 PM

Giving her hand a firm squeeze, as firm a squeeze as his feeble old hands could manage that is, and smiled at her. Despite the wrinkles on his face and age spots that seemed to covered every inch of his skin, the twinkle still remained in his blue eyes. "I'm...going to need to stand for this," he muttered as he pulled himself out of his new seat by clutching on to the table.

And since Airey Flamsteed was never one to do things subtly...

He removed his wand from his enchanted breast pocket and gave it a flick so music soon filled the Great Hall. It was much easier to express this sort of thing in song. Feelings became more of a performance that way. A genuine performance, but still a performance that he could get lost in and forget about logic during.

"There's nothing you can do that can't be done. Nothing you can sing that can't be sung. Nothing you can say but you can learn how to play the game. It's eaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasy," he sang while balancing himself with the back of his chair. Good to know that the old pipes were still working. "Nothing you can make that can't be made. No one you can save that can't be saved. Nothing you can do but you can learn how to be you in time. It's eaaaaaaaaaaaaasy."

Feeling a bit more sprightly for an old fart, he let go of the back of the chair and stood on his own two feet as he continued to serenade Medea.

"Love is all you need....Love is all you need..."

Feeling more than a bit out of breath, Airey all but collapsed on to the back of the chair once again for support before he looked back towards Medea. "Medea Romanos, I need to let you know in case the worst should happen, but I have to tell you that if life were a math problem, you'd be integral to my solution. The Na+ to my Cl-. You’re my 42." He paused for a moment to pant some and try to catch his breath. "I mean. What I mean is. I. Um. I. You. I. Hearts. Iloveyou."

Roselyn · 03-21-2014, 04:02 AM

Holding onto his hands until the last moment, she waited and watched as he stood up, mind starting to wake up and brainstorm ideas. What could he possibly need to say standing up? It wasn't a prank, was it? There hadn't been one for quick awhile, from either end. The sound of trumpets though.... What kind of joke needed trumpets?

Glancing towards the students, she stared momentarily out across the tables before her attention was glued upon the astronomy professor...singing. She'd automatically began to smile, hearing his voice with those lyrics and that tune. It was wonderful, and beautiful, and everything that he was, in song form. Not realizing she'd been holding her breath, she took a deep breath when he was finished, at the ready to clap and not expecting what was to be said next. Her hands hesitated. As did her entire being.

Oh........oh my...o.o

The song, he...he...all the way back to the valentine's dance...Oh my...oh my oh my...

Was it getting warm in here? It was getting warm, wasn't it. Oh my.

sweetpinkpixie · 03-21-2014, 08:05 AM

There was lots of heavy breathing going on as his breathing eventually caught up with his flaring nostrils, but it wasn't doing anything to help the way his heart felt like it was pounding right out of his chest. Such an odd yet unique series of emotions to be feeling all at once. It was a wonder people did not explode under such circumstances.

He wasn't sure that he liked these feelings.

He was still leaning against he back of the chair, by the way, leaning and panting and trying to catch his breath. He no longer was hiding behind the mask of Airey Flamsteed the performer - although he was wishing very much he still had it on because he suddenly felt exposed and, dare he say it, vulnerable - but he was just Airey Flamsteed, the man.

And the silence was deafening.

.................................................. ...................

Not knowing what to take of her silence, he slowly took a step back. Okaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay.....

Roselyn · 03-21-2014, 08:30 AM

How does one speak under such pressure of emotion? Or think. Did one think? All those books were finally making sense now. They didn't think. Words just...slipped out instead. Only, she wasn't speaking. Why wasn't she speaking? Despite not being the one who performed that wonderful song, she still had to catch her own breath. Or find it. Again.

It was still extra warm in there, wasn't it?

The sudden step of distance between them gave her enough of a jolt to let her rediscover the meaning of 'breath' and 'air' though before...well, words. "Oh, no no no no...I...I'm sorry." She shook her head, a small nervous smile appearing and disappearing a few times. "I just.......vords." Chuckling softly, because AIR so much air was good, she shook her head again and peaked towards the student tables. Just a peak. She honestly didn't want to look and see a ton of eyes staring back at them, because otherwise, that would make this a lot more...

"I...I-Iloveyou.......too."

sweetpinkpixie · 03-23-2014, 06:07 AM

In all honesty, he wasn't sure what sort of a response he was expecting. He had never said that before, except on occasion to his parents, sister, and sooooooometimes Pebbles, so he really had no expectations at all because platonic feelings were very different from what...this was.

So he kept taking small steps back towards his actual seat....only to freeze wide eyed at her words. She...what?

Feeling very much like how he imagined being sucked into a black hole would feel like, he just stared back at her while gripping the bottom of his suit jacket.

"You.........do?" Oh look. There were some words. Words that he probably should have best stopped at but he kept going anyway. "You don't have to." Like, just in case it was the socially acceptable reply to just say those words back. Had always been the case with his family. Minus Pebbles.

Just going to continue to stand her awkwardly in disbelief. Yep.

Roselyn · 03-24-2014, 03:23 PM

She'd...said it. It. Having not really been able to say boyfriend for however long, the surprise started to settle in that she got those three words out. Well, six words, with her stutter, but she did it. And it was settling in. Very quickly. Like sinking in quick sand. But...quicker. Only, now it was almost a pleasant feeling once the astronomy professor spoke.

She did. She did?

.......she did.

Smiling some from nerves, she took a deep breath, heading shaking a little. "No, I, erm..." Ahem. ".....I vont...to."

Was that okay? o.o

sweetpinkpixie · 03-25-2014, 03:03 AM

Airey found himself swallowing a lot more than usual. A reflex as his throat suddenly became dry and his palms began to sweat. Who knew that three words could cause so much anxiety? And while he had fully prepared himself for saying them, hearing them said back was certainly NOT on the agenda. He had not planned for this AT ALL.

Fidgeting with the his bow tie, he decided to forgo sitting for now. Surprisingly easier to breath while standing up. "Really? I mean. Oh. I mean....no...I don't really know what I mean," he mumbled while drumming his fingers on the back of the chair. This was what they called a mood killer, right? He had just killed what was socially supposed to be a beautiful confession.

He never could get these things right.

"I...um....thank you."

Yep. Killed it again.

Roselyn · 03-27-2014, 02:55 AM

Mmhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

Fiddling with her fingers, she found that her gaze kept drifting off elsewhere. That table. That chair. That student. That window. Back to the astronomy professor. That bow tie. Ahem. "You're velcome." she hesitated to say, but couldn't help the small smile that formed immediately after. Turned a little more towards the ~~awkward~~ silly side fairly quickly, didn't it? But, on the bright side, she'd said it. He didn't die. She wasn't swallowed in a black whole. The world didn't end.

The nerves could stop going ninety miles an hour through her body then, right about now. Right. About. Now.

.......

Fidget.

sweetpinkpixie · 03-27-2014, 03:17 AM

He had subconsciously wandered back to his seat, but now that he was at it he didn't want to sit down. Flight instinct had sort of faded away and given in to a magnetic pull to bring him back towards her. Would that be...weird?

Probably. But since when had he done something that wasn't so?

Ears turning a bit red as he moved, again, back towards her, he sat down in the seat next to her and summoned his meal from down the table. "Well...um...this was...nice, right?" he asked while idly poking at his mashed potatoes with his spoon. "Big step. Those words." Especially since it was the first time he had ever said them. He wasn't sure about Medea since previous relationships had never come up in their conversation, but he sensed it was the same. Or assumed.

"Sooooooo....good mashed potatoes tonight..." *poke poke poke*

Roselyn · 03-28-2014, 03:23 AM

Facing forward in her seat, expression full of amusement since she did in fact notice his seat troubles...although she was very pleased he'd moved back to sit next to her, Medea alas noticed the food in front of her. Oh. Well, goodness. She wasn't hungry anymore. "Right." Hehe. Fidget. Fiddle fiddle with the fingers. With a little nod, she glanced towards him out of the corner of her eye a few times. Few hundred times.

Until her gaze stuck there on him. Gaze glue.

That...happened. This. All this stuff. Happened. Was it getting warm in there again? "I'm going to go for a valk." she announced suddenly, hands landing upon the table top. Ahem. "Do you vont to go vith? I mean... summer is near, and this is probably one of the last remaining nights vhere it's actually nice out and not so varm...so it's probably nice. Out."

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