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Tarot Party The Divination classroom was decorated as it usually was, except for the fact that dozens of candles were floating in mid-air (much like the candles in the Great Hall), casting a warm glow on everything. The effect of the candles and the dramatic colours of the pouffes spread around the room was quite cozy, and Natasha stood surveying her work proudly. The trap door was open, just waiting for the other staff members and students to come in. She'd charmed a self-refilling teapot to serve tea to everyone, and that were now hovering along with the candles, just waiting for a teacup to be held up. Damian was safe in his nursery, and several decks of Tarot cards sat on the half-dozen circular tables she'd set up around the room. The party was ready to start! |
One hand protruded shakily from the hole on the floor, savagely clutching the floor in the room. A string of naughty words wafted into the air as another pale hand appeared and with it, a bright red head. "What would you say if I tell you I found an empty classroom back there on the first floor?" |
Lua curiously climbed up the trap door into Divination tower, she knew she was late for the party, nevertheless it was good to walk in fashionably late this way everyone was there and she wouldn't endure a solitary conversation with the Professor. "Hello" she said hearing her voice echo around the empty room, but her mind was occupied by the room color and candle lights. It would be embarrassing if she has to walk into the the party on the wrong day. |
Natasha grinned and had to resist the urge to drag the two girls in by the collars of their shirts. "Hello, dearlings! Take a seat, have a cup of tea while we wait for a few others." She couldn't wait to get on with the proceedings. Since she'd missed the first week of term, she was quite eager to catch up on everything, and also to take a good look at the new staff. |
Trent rushed up the stairs to the Divination tower. He hated walkign all this way, how did Natasha cope? He climbed the stairs to the trapdoor and saw that he was one of the first there, "Hello... it is tonight, right?" he asked nervously. |
Running up the stairs of death, he panted. How on earth did Blaylock survive going up and down these stairs?! "I-I" he panted as he tried talking to himself like a crazy nut. Making it to the trap down, he walked through it and found Lu standing there. "How--On--Earth--Does--She--DO THAT?!" he panted as he stood next to Lua. "These stairs will be the death of that woman." he said trying to breathe normally. "So...where's everyone?" |
Whende pulled herself through the trap door and giggled. "Hello," she said, delighted with the echo she added to the echo that Lua made that was now being all... echoey. But that faded away quickly. She was used to being late for things, but it looked like she wasn't the only one being late. It was pretty empty. Just Ama and Lua and Whende and Buh-Lay and Keeper Guy and that one other person. Empty empty empty.... or then again, not so empty. |
"Yes, Mr Hirty, it is tonight, come on in and pull Celestina up, will you?" Natasha said with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. A few more people climbed up the stairs and she started helping them up the stairs into the classroom. Leo's question to Lua made her snort. She held a finger to her temple and adopted a sage expression, "I am Zen." |
Professor Forrester entered the room and took note of the decorations. Similar to when he attended, but, obviously, personal touches of the new professor. His eyes moved around the room. Students, and at least one other professor in attendance thus far. His eyes stopped at Natasha. So...it was her. Of all people, her! Taking a deep breath and swallowing the part of his pride that wanted to lash out and scream at her, he walked across the floor towards her and the other staff. "Good evening, I trust I am on time?" He smiled. Not friendly, not cold, but it was a smile. A very neutral smile. |
"Yes certainly," he replied as he got off his cushion and walked over to where Bucky was clinging onto the floor. "C'mon scout," He said lifting her up and putting her on his shoulders, "Ready to see Nat-... I mean Professor Blaylock in action?" He put her down on a cushion beside him. "Now, sit! good girl, stayyyy." |
Natasha turned to greet the newcomer, but her smile faltered as she took in the very familiar man. Those eyes...she'd know them anywhere. She fought the urge to take a step back, or to hex him, or to simply...take the plaque that showed her position as Professor and shove it in his face. But she held out a hand instead (granted, it was a shaky hand), "J-just in time, sir." She cursed the blasted stutter, "Would you like a cup of tea?" |
Just exactly how many steps were there? That Natasha must be in one incredibe shape to keep on doing this. Ophelia thought to herself, completely warn out even though she herself was in good shape after having to run around to re-capture so many exciteable animals. Finally. There seemed to be somewhere to sit down. Ophelia beamed, as Rabbit, her hawk, cooed thankfully. He'd been getting rather tired of having to watch his owner skip about the castle. Stumbling out the trapdoor, she grinned, and re-adjusted the two braids she had in her golden hair, then shook off her robes, she'd some how aquired a large amount of dust...she probably shouldn't have hugged that suit of armour who looked like he needed to be cheered up... "Nat- Professor Blaylock! Darling! So good to see you back!" Ophelia beamed, scurring over to embrace her friend. She looked over after hugging her fellow Professor to see Trent, "Hello Mr Hirty!" She squealed, then waved to the many students around. |
Dan climbed through the trapdoor and was shocked to notice he was the only student , He noticed his head of house. Been a first year this all made him very nervous " errm hi .. im Dan " he said very nervously |
Celestina had managed to somehow dodge all hostile attacks of legs, arms and torsos as people climbed over her, not giving her a second glance. Bucky made several mental notes to remind some students and Professors to wash their robes. The bottom of their fabrics was kicking! "You know. I don't even like tea!" Then she was hefted unto Big Red's shoulder as if she was a sack of sweet potatoes. "Oi oi!" Was her only protest and she was suddenly plopped unto a very squishy cushion. Staring at Hirty unblinkingly as she was given orders to sit, stay, roll over. Good boy! Have a snack... Ahem. "Tea!" Bucky squeaked and threw an arm up, exasperated. "It's always about the tea, isn't it?" |
Jenna entered the room, very exhausted. She couldn't sleep last night due to the fact that she was reading her new book, Son of A Witch, by Gregory Maguire. She brought it with her to the party because she couldn't put it down. It was too interesting! She tried to read it, but her vision was blurred from lack of sleep. Bad Jenna, she thought. You should've stayed in your dormitory to catch up on your sleep, instead of going to this party. You shouldn't have been up all night reading this dumb book. You're so stupid. Jenna shook her head and snapped out of it. I'm losing it. I'm just a little mad at myself and a little cranky. I'll be fine... But before she knew it, she was dozing off.... |
Ariana headed up the stairs, her long black hair tied behind her head, the light casting a strange glow to her bronze colored eyes. She popped her head up the trap door and saw with relief she wasn't the only one in there. Pulling herself all the way up she stopped and looked around. Great, she didn't know anyone here. Shrugging it off and thinking it would be fun she walked in, grinning to professor Blaylock and waving slightly, she looked around for a comfy spot to sit. She was still her shy quiet self, not quite ready to talk yet. Finding a soft cushion near the corner she sat down and sighed as she looked around. |
So...she remembered him as well. Her reaction said it all. They were both being very careful. No use blowing up in front of all the students present. They were adults. They could be professional. He slowly took her hand, hesitating only slightly, and gave her a firm, but quick, handshake. "Good to see you again, Blaylock," so he lied. Sue him. They could put their history behind them for this night, right? Tea? Would he like tea? Well, she couldn't have known he was here, and she was serving it to everyone, chances were it wasn't poisoned. Would she stoop that low? A Hufflepuff? Nah, wouldn't have the gall. He smiled, a bit more relaxed now. Just remember, she's a Hufflepuff. Pssh. "Of course, tea sounds lovely." |
Leo looked over to the Professor and frowned. "A Zen? What's that? It's sounds like a cookie." he chuckled. "Here have a Zen, it's good for ya!" he snorted as he wrapped an arm around Lua's waist. "Let's get this party cracking" he winked at Natasha, hoping that this would be a REAL party and not some kind of summoning the dead thing, but then again, Lua liked summoning the dead, so he'd like that for her. |
She brushed off her robes once more, then pulled out her wand, deciding to clean them that way. Muuuch easier. She smiled at the girl who was about to fall asleep and poked her. How rude. Falling asleep at a party! Rabbit settled himself upon Ophelia's shoulder and nipped her ear, he was slowly becoming more affectionate towards that strange strange woman. |
"Hello Ophelia," Trent replied to the younger woman. She oddly reminded him of Lainey.. Lainey... HIS MIRROR! He had left it in his hut. Oh dear. Surely no one would go and find it? nahhhh. |
Dan noticed alot of teachers in the room and pondered on intoducing himsef to them. He decided against it and found a plump cusion to sit on |
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Miranda climbed in through the trap door with great difficulty, feeling her strength completely leave her. She stood up, breathing heavily and brushing her red and black curls from her glistening forehead. After making herself look appropriate again, she waved to the professor. Then, she made her way across the room to a free seat. Sitting Indian style, she scanned the room. Students and professors were all there. She wondered what this was. Was it a regular class? It was nice whatever it was. The soothing and laid-back atmosphere was very Miranda-like. She appreciated it. Sipping her tea, Miranda stared at all the other people in the room. Their ages varied. Some were younger than she, and some seemed to be seventh years. She easily picked out the few professors in the small crowd. |
When glanced back and forth between people. She felt a bit invisible. Humph. She flopped onto a squashy cushion and examined her shoes. She were way too small, pretty beaten up, and the buckle on one was broken. Well that was just rude. So she moved to playing with the hole in her sock. |
Celestina was having a hard time ignoring the teapot bumping into the side of her head. She cast it a sideways disdainful glance before sucking her teeth as it bumped into her head again. "I don't want any tea!" She hissed and reached out to grab the teapot. Holding the squirming pot in her hands she tried to stop it from pouring liquid into her lap. Her green eyes met with the man talking to Blaylock. This was definitely not Manly Man Erikson. Then the bright colors of an odd head blinded her for a few seconds. "Whende!" |
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