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Originally Posted by
Torchwood 
Qaz stammered....'Umph, oh yes sir, Professor sir....I'm certainly finished with, well, without, I mean, yes, sir'
"I am glad to hear it. Kindly see to it that your backside remains on the Ravenclaw bench where it belongs for the duration of this feast, so we shall have no further reason for outbursts of emotion." Quote:
Originally Posted by
MsMorgan "Just don't let Vindictus find out you brought that."
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Originally Posted by
potterhead23 Lyra turned to Lasca and whispered to her, "Are you going to try out for Quidditch...with your own broom?"
Kazimeriz turned to face the two first years who had brought brooms.
"The rules clearly state that first years are not allowed brooms. Ten points from each of you (ooc: Riverlynn, potterhead23) for blatant violations of rules, and you are both to turn your brooms in to the Quidditch official by dawn or face further ramifications." He said sternly, turning to Mariel.
"And fifteen points from you for encouraging your housemates to conspire against a professor and break school rules." He glared at her, then returned his gaze to Celadine and Qaz.
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Originally Posted by Celadine
Cela turned and plastered on her best Nicholai-super-slytherin-mask. She lifted her chin as the most distinguished professor she had seen in her life addressed her, his meaning unmistakeable.
"I'll always help those that need helping, Sir." she paused, "And I won't forget my..." Cela paused, "P...lace." Cela traced a figure eight on the table with her finger. She waited a split second and stood up to introduce herself, "I'm Celandine Toussaint, 3rd Year."
His face broke out into a huge, genuine smile, easily tripling the number of wrinkles on it, at her play on words and the fact that she did in fact possess a mind sharp enough to catch his meaning. Finally a student who showed some promise.
"Enchanted, Miss Toussaint. Enchanted." He bowed to her, and then offered a small nod to acknowledge Qaz as well.
"I am Professor Kazimeriz, your Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. I trust I shall be seeing you both in my class. And that I shall be seeing no further outbursts from you, Miss Windsong." he said with a raise of eyebrow.
He turned back to the first years, his face resuming a stern, creepy, expression.
"Brooms by dawn. I will be checking to see that they have been surrendered and I assure you, you do not want to face my displeasure."