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Staff Dais banner by Alec Summers (hermionesclone) 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. |
Rose!Medea Extra bounce in his set as he made his way towards his seat, Airey always fancied Tuesday lunches more out of all the other days of the week and it was for purely selfish and uncharacteristically boyish reasons. While a slightly earlier lunch then the rest of the week, it was also the only time that their lesson schedules allowed them to dine at the same time and without the company of many others at the table. Which also usually meant they could sit next to each other. Cue a boyish grin as he slid into his seat and waiting. With maybe a little eager drumming action going on with his palms to table top. |
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Passing by Airey on her way around the staff table, she touched her index and middle finger to his...and placed a quick kiss upon his cheek as well as she slid into the seat next to him. "Question. Haff you ever sat in the Headmistress' seat before?" |
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Wait...what? "No...." he replied, training off and slowly turning his head towards the seat in question. "Have you?" His feet were already tapping against the floor in anticipation of her answer. |
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It was a chair. Mostly. "You vont to sit in it?" The headmistress wasn't there. |
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He glanced back at the chair and then back out into the Great Hall and finally back at Medea with a grin and some wiggly brows for emphasis. "Challenge accepted!" Not that she had actually just challenged him to go sit in the red head's seat, but he HAD been presented with an opportunity and it was like he was always telling his students - grab on and hold on tight to all opportunities. Jumping up from his seat, the astronomer strut over to the woman's seat. "Hey, Medea. You remember that little prank I played on you a few years ago?" |
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Challenge accepted?! Chuckling softly, she took a sip of her water, watching eagerly as Airey moved to Annie's seat. And swallow the water quick 'cause MERLIN'S SNAPDRAGON UNDIES! "Oh Airey, don't you dare..." Snort. |
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He briefly turned back towards the seat, but stopped before sitting down to turn back and look at her. "You aren't going to sit in it too? Before the surprise gets placed that is. Wouldn't do that to you twice. That's too boring." He gave the seat a gentle pat. "Ladies first, after all." |
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But he was giving her the first sitting chance, which...wasn't suspicious. At all. Stare. Narrowing her eyes somewhat, she slowly stood up, tapping her fingers upon the top of the chair in front of her. "That didn't sound awfully shifty at all." she commented, stepping next to the mighty seat and glancing down at it. Was it just her or did it look far more comfier than the other staff seats? "Honest?" |
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He threw Medea another amused look. Of course he really knew, but it was more fun to fool around a little. Still didn't mean that he wasn't seriously considering setting things up for the Headmistress. "Medea, you've been watching me the whole time. Now I may be quite skilled at muggle sleight of hand magic tricks, but I'm not that good to have slipped it on to her chair and disillusion it without you noticing anything." He paused for a moment just to smirk. "Although I appreciate the compliment." But seriously, he hadn't done anything to the chair. This time at least. |
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Eyeing the seat for a moment longer, an eyebrow twitched upward as she slowly but surely, started to take her seat. Slowly. Streeler pace. "There is also the chance you could haff put the trick into place before I even arrived here." Only this time it wasn't in front of the entire school and staff during the opening feast. Siiiiiiiiiiii...iiiiiiii...iiit. Silence. Such a lovely sound. So, there was no trick, but she was now sitting in Annie's seat and...well, it was different. Wiggle wiggle. Cross the legs. Stare. Bite lip. "You know, this is a lot more strange than I thought it'd be." |
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He seriously debated making some sort of dramatic reaction to her finally sitting, but managed to refrain. Mostly because she didn't look half bad sitting there in the Headmistress spot. "Strange?" he questioned, looking Medea up and down for some sign of this strange she was referring to. "How so? Let me give it a go and I'll let you know how I find it." |
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"Mmhmmm..." And, yes, that...was all she could say about that. At a loss for words on how to describe it, she shook her head a little before moving to stand to the side of the seat, still biting her lip in thought. This was going to be killer not being able to pinpoint the strangeness. |
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Oh yay! His turn now. Eagerly plopping down into the seat, he wiggled his bum against it and leaned back so that his spine was straight. Hmm...strange? Perhaps. The fact that he had an entirely different view of the Great Hall was certainly unusually - seeing things from the center rather than far off to the side. But nothing lip biting about it... ...except for that plate of peanut butter sandwich crackers placed on the table at a 45 degree angle and a mere few inches away from the Headmistress' plate. Those could...just move towards the oooooother end of the table now towards the Groundskeeper's seat and out of sight.... There. "I dunno. I think I could get used to the view," he chuckled, placing his hands behind his head - elbows out - and leaned back a little more into the seat. "As long as wearing pink isn't a requirement that is." |
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Besides, Airey didn't look half bad sitting there. Borrowing the groundskeeper's seat, the movement of the peanut butter sandwich crackers was... puzzling, but, she thought nothing more of it. "Vhy? You look fairly nice in pink." she semi-teased all the while being honest, resting her chin upon the backs of her entwined hands. "You could vear that lovely tie of yours." Light pink wasn't it? |
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Which reminded him he needed to ask Medea to go check up on things in there since, well, that was just forbidden territory. Except for in an emergency. "You look a bit tall for that seat," he teased. Seriously though, the new Groundskeeper was so itty bitty! It was like a dwarf planet sitting at a table of planets! |
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"Oh..." Playfully hitting his arm, she shook her head, though couldn't contain the smile as she absentmindedly took one of the peanut butter crackers. Their new colleague was a bit, erm, vertically challenged, wasn't he. "Speaking of our vonderful groundskeeper," and not at all defined by his height in any way, "Ve should visit him. See if he settled in fine." |
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For now. "I have nothing personal against the color pink. Glitter on the other hand is an entirely different matter," he said as he removed the lint roller from his enchanted pocket and rolled it all over the seat. "And...bring him peanut butter sandwich crackers?" he asked, eyeing the thing in her hand. Better out there on the grounds than here in the Great Hall. |
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Grinning at the thought, she shook her head and glanced out towards the house tables. Biting into the cracker, catching any crumbs that may have fallen with her hand, she nodded a few times. Talking was on a short pause for now. "Mmhmm..." That could have definitely counted as speaking, right? The cons of peanut butter! Standing up from her seat, she scooted the plate towards Airey while she tucked the chair away. They didn't have a plate of these crackers at their end of the table. No one would notice if they snagged these anyways. |
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He simply eyed the plate that Medea pushed towards him and made no movements towards it. Instead he took a few more steps towards his own seat and rested his hand on the back. "What if....he is allergic to peanuts though," he said, eyeing the plate with a grimace. "Hear that allergy can be deadly. Hate for us to be the reason the Groundskeeper curse struck again." AAAAAAAAAAAAAND going to sit down in his seat now. Ah yes, the familiar form fitting seat. |
Where was an evil queen to go when she demanded to be fed around this place? Empty rooms! Rooms filled with chairs! Others filled with Peasants on these chairs! This would not serve well at all. A complaint might have been made were it not for the strong scent of what could have been roasted duck suddenly tickling her nostrils as she descended the stairs that seemed to go on for ages. Soon, she found herself in what could only be described as a hall of sorts--a hall with food! Maleficent gave a grand flourish of her cloak as she entered the room filled with grubby little beastlings stuffing their faces in a most undignified manner but she would not sit with them, preposterous, and certainly not when she'd spotted her own seat up front. A bit drab but a throne none the less. One fitting for her. Graceful strides took her to the dais where she lightly plopped into the magnificent chair in the centre of the table. "About time this place learned who I was." Thoughtful of them to set her chair out. Oh, and others, lesser subjects perhaps. They got curt nods before she turned to her plate of food. Exquisite. |
same timeline as 'Cambridge' heehehehehehh The Headmistress was hereeeee! Dinner could begin now. Only joking, of course, this wasn't the feast. Annie smiled to herself at her private joke and started up the steps behind the dais toward her seat. Quote:
"Good joke, Alexa, but being Head Girl does not mean you suddenly sit in the Headmistress' chair." She wore a thin smile on her lips and waited for her to exit the throne. "Your tablemates are waiting...." |
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??? Slowly her eyes rose to the figure who dared to interrupt her meal and again it was this 'Alexa' name. Alexa Alexa Alexa. WHO was this Alexa person--no nevermind, she didn't care. This body was hers now to do with as she saw fit. She fixed the woman with an unimpressed scowl. "Cease that irritating sound at once." She commanded in reference to the nail tapping. "And I am neither this Alexa nor a 'Head Girl' as that blundering buffoon had called me earlier." How had no one picked up on this? She'd died her hair and gotten better clothing! What was the name of that warlock people said in times of annoyance? Oh yes, yes, MERLIN! "I am the Mistress of All Evil and I can't possibly see my subjects with you standing there. Kindly step aside." |
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She nearly snorted aloud at the girl's scowling. How frightening. *chuckle* "You are Alexa Cambridge, the Head Girl I selected at the end of last term." NOT a... what was this now? The Mistress of All Evil? "Oh good one," Annie burst in a real chuckle, even patting Alexa on the shoulder. "Did you dye your hair, by the way?" she noticed, giving the girl's locks a slight flick with her nails. "It's quite... hmm, striking, for you." Certainly went with her pretend-world of being the Mistress of All Evil. She was going to have to tell this one to Ethan. HEHEEHE. Such a laugh. |
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It was such good duck though....sigh. The scowl deepened. "WHO is this Alexa Cambridge? And WHAT is a Head Girl? And WHY do you keep calling me such?" Her rant paused for a moment. "I don't suppose this tart here was made by them as well?" She was huuuungry. Evil had to run on food too. "I am Maleficent and I will not sit here and be referred to otherwise." Not by you Missy but yes, the tarts. Ah but she noticed the hair. A dark smile crossed her lips. "Why yes I did. Much more becoming than that horrid colour the girl sported. So childish. I could never hope to rule through her as is." Even now the child tried putting up a fight but she would NOT return to that book! |
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