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hermionesclone · 01-02-2016, 06:44 PM

The first greeting came from the lonesome woman sitting on his half of the table. Being the kind of person who was more into the physical-based lessons rather than the written ones, he wasn't one to find Arithmancy even the least bit interesting. Pretending was out of the question as well. He wasn't about to mention that to his colleague, though, who taught the subject. Why she would put herself through that torture, he didn't know. But he smiled at her and replied, "It's nice to meet you, Tiara. Hogwarts is certainly new... and extravagant from my experience." But she didn't need to know that. "I take it that you're doing well?"

Another fellow (Julien) walked in, followed by another (Ansley). Though, the second one had walked in with some of the students, for Merlin knows what reason. He knew he could be here beforehand, yes? "Good evening. The name's Roderik Hirsch. Defence Against the Dark Arts." Yes, hello.

More would have been said if it wasn't for the arrival of someone else (Paul) who had managed to get his attention entirely. Oh Merlin. What was he wearing?! Was he aware of how ridiculous he looked? Of how homeless he looked? The questions kept popping up in Roderik's head as he studied the other professor. "And you, Paul. The name's Roderik, Defence Against the Dark Arts." Would he care to explain the outfit? Because Roderik was baffled right now.

If he thought that Paul's outfit was weird enough to kick off this feast, he was about to be put into a sense of shock. Because, out of almost nowhere, a man (Airey) appeared in the brightest suit known to mankind. And live long and prosper? And the salute? The Defence professor was confused. Maybe this was an initiation service of some sort. Weirdness had to be in abundance to confuse the newcomers to see who would make it through the feast. Survival of the fittest did exist in the magical world, after all. "Hello, and nice to meet you, Airey." Fitting name for a professor of Astronomy. "The name's Hirsch, Roderik Hirsch. Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts." Mouthful, that was.

And then his eyes fell on someone else (Justin) and... Hirsch paused. Merlin. Oh Merlin. Oh, this was familiar. It was like seeing Nana all over again: shock, confusion and surprise were all merging together, but, finally, he smiled. A genuine big smile. "Merlin, Mr Mc- ... Justin, you didn't tell me you worked here." His former Professor was now his colleague, there was everything weird and wonderful about that.

His eyes found two new arrivals (James, Art), both of whom had sauntered off without a word. Rude. One was sitting one seat was away from him, so it was easy to give him a smile and small 'Hello' in greeting but the other? The other was sitting right on the other side of the table, right next to Miss Fountain herself. He got a smile and a small wave in greeting. Hello, whoever you happen to be.

This next colleague (Leobald) seemed happy. That was the first impression Roderik got from him as he went on to, er, word vomit all over him. Maybe that wasn't surprising considering he was the Librarian. He nodded at the enquiry about his name, before piping up, "Yeah, there's no rain so I have no complaints. Nice to meet you, Leobald." Did he read a lot of books? This was not a question he got asked a lot. Usually it was 'do you know karate?' and 'do you have a black belt?' but did he read a lot of books? Well. "I have a small collection of Defence books." That was as far as it got, really.

The Headmistress was talking to him on a first name basis? New. That was new. Smiling, he replied, "So glad to be here." The castle was amazing and the grounds, especially, had caught his fancy. Morning jogs were going to be easier out there. "Absolutely. I'm looking forward to getting started."

And then came a foul smell and a... oh Merlin. Was that a hag?! Eyes flew over to Moxley to see if this was someone who was meant to be here. While he trusted her judgement somewhat, he was starting to feel worried now. Why would she hire someone like that?! Merlin, if a face could haunt your nightmares...

And then she came up to him. Roderik froze at the sight of her so close to him, that scent clogging up his sense of smell and making him want to throw up whatever it was he had for lunch. To make it worse, there was now a card on his plate. Picking it up, he shot it a confused look, almost expecting it to spell out whatever garbage the hag was spewing out but alas, that wasn't the case. Instead, he shot her... the thing a confused look. Dark aura? Deception? Poison?! "Are you crazy?"

Or, wait. "I, er, I'll take your word for it, then." Not. "I hope you're not the one planning on poisoning me." He'd find out. He would.

01-02-2016, 06:44 PM	#22 (permalink)
hermionesclone Pogrebin Join Date: May 2009 Location: London Posts: 32,852 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexander River Hirsch Gryffindor Graduated x11 x11	urine trouble \| Pat's Strong Confident Other Half \| Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse The first greeting came from the lonesome woman sitting on his half of the table. Being the kind of person who was more into the physical-based lessons rather than the written ones, he wasn't one to find Arithmancy even the least bit interesting. Pretending was out of the question as well. He wasn't about to mention that to his colleague, though, who taught the subject. Why she would put herself through that torture, he didn't know. But he smiled at her and replied, "It's nice to meet you, Tiara. Hogwarts is certainly new... and extravagant from my experience." But she didn't need to know that. "I take it that you're doing well?" Another fellow (Julien) walked in, followed by another (Ansley). Though, the second one had walked in with some of the students, for Merlin knows what reason. He knew he could be here beforehand, yes? "Good evening. The name's Roderik Hirsch. Defence Against the Dark Arts." Yes, hello. More would have been said if it wasn't for the arrival of someone else (Paul) who had managed to get his attention entirely. Oh Merlin. What was he wearing?! Was he aware of how ridiculous he looked? Of how homeless he looked? The questions kept popping up in Roderik's head as he studied the other professor. "And you, Paul. The name's Roderik, Defence Against the Dark Arts." Would he care to explain the outfit? Because Roderik was baffled right now. If he thought that Paul's outfit was weird enough to kick off this feast, he was about to be put into a sense of shock. Because, out of almost nowhere, a man (Airey) appeared in the brightest suit known to mankind. And live long and prosper? And the salute? The Defence professor was confused. Maybe this was an initiation service of some sort. Weirdness had to be in abundance to confuse the newcomers to see who would make it through the feast. Survival of the fittest did exist in the magical world, after all. "Hello, and nice to meet you, Airey." Fitting name for a professor of Astronomy. "The name's Hirsch, Roderik Hirsch. Professor of Defence Against the Dark Arts." Mouthful, that was. And then his eyes fell on someone else (Justin) and... Hirsch paused. Merlin. Oh Merlin. Oh, this was familiar. It was like seeing Nana all over again: shock, confusion and surprise were all merging together, but, finally, he smiled. A genuine big smile. "Merlin, Mr Mc- ... Justin, you didn't tell me you worked here." His former Professor was now his colleague, there was everything weird and wonderful about that. His eyes found two new arrivals (James, Art), both of whom had sauntered off without a word. Rude. One was sitting one seat was away from him, so it was easy to give him a smile and small 'Hello' in greeting but the other? The other was sitting right on the other side of the table, right next to Miss Fountain herself. He got a smile and a small wave in greeting. Hello, whoever you happen to be. This next colleague (Leobald) seemed happy. That was the first impression Roderik got from him as he went on to, er, word vomit all over him. Maybe that wasn't surprising considering he was the Librarian. He nodded at the enquiry about his name, before piping up, "Yeah, there's no rain so I have no complaints. Nice to meet you, Leobald." Did he read a lot of books? This was not a question he got asked a lot. Usually it was 'do you know karate?' and 'do you have a black belt?' but did he read a lot of books? Well. "I have a small collection of Defence books." That was as far as it got, really. The Headmistress was talking to him on a first name basis? New. That was new. Smiling, he replied, "So glad to be here." The castle was amazing and the grounds, especially, had caught his fancy. Morning jogs were going to be easier out there. "Absolutely. I'm looking forward to getting started." And then came a foul smell and a... oh Merlin. Was that a *hag?! Eyes flew over to Moxley to see if this was someone who was meant* to be here. While he trusted her judgement somewhat, he was starting to feel worried now. Why would she hire someone like that?! Merlin, if a face could haunt your nightmares... And then she came up to him. Roderik froze at the sight of her so close to him, that scent clogging up his sense of smell and making him want to throw up whatever it was he had for lunch. To make it worse, there was now a card on his plate. Picking it up, he shot it a confused look, almost expecting it to spell out whatever garbage the hag was spewing out but alas, that wasn't the case. Instead, he shot her... the thing a confused look. Dark aura? Deception? Poison?! "Are you crazy?" Or, wait. "I, er, I'll take your word for it, then." Not. *"I hope you're* not the one planning on poisoning me."** He'd find out. He would. __________________