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Staff Table banner made by hermionesclone http://i1247.photobucket.com/albums/...tablethumb.jpg The Hogwarts staff are already seated when you enter the feast. Their traditional place is at a long table on a raised dais at the back of the Great Hall, with the usual Hogwarts crest hanging behind them and looking particularly nice tonight. |
Nana Ichihara was not the kind to show anxiety, or nerves. Cool, calm, collected, these were things she strived to be at all times no matter what situation she might find herself in. Nonetheless, she was nervous as hell as she made her way to the staff table and her assigned seat. Hogwarts: Prestigious, beautiful and dangerous. The next great adventure. These were the walls that had seen greatness. Rowena Ravenclaw, Merlin, Albus Dumbledore, Minerva McGonagall, Harry Potter, Abraham Botros... Her Predecessor Preston Kingsley... And now here she was to shape Europe's best and brightest. To teach in these hallowed classrooms. It was an honor she did not take lately. Taking her seat, Nana surveyed the sea of students as they came filing in, her dark eyes wide with wonder. "Amaterasu... " Nana muttered softly to herself. She had never beheld so many students. |
Paul sauntered into the Great Hall, comfortably dressed, banjo over his shoulder, the rounded part hitting the back of his knees as he walked up to the staff table. The hall was still remotely empty. And not many of his coworkers had arrived yet. There was a new face! A woman! Paul approached her with a smile and a small wave. "Hello, good evening, m'dear! You must be new! And..." he eyed her seat. "Transfiguration? Wonderful! It's such an interesting subject!" He bobbed around a lot, his eyes shiny with anticipation and shuffling his feet in an antsy way. He had dressed down this feast, sure, but he felt comfortable and he could eat more now. The stretchy waistband of joggers...would be nice once he had had his fill of food! "My name is Paul Myers, and I teach Herbology..." he bowed his head and extended his hand for her to shake. |
Comfortable chair, this was, and thinking of all the bums of brilliant brains who'd graced it was making Moxley incredibly proud and absolutely terrified that she'd mess this up. Fist closed around the lucky coin her husband had gifted her, the brunette glanced around the great hall. No, she had this. The Moxinator was going to channel her inner Gryffindor and go all lion-tastic on this school. She was. Letting out a muffled baby roar into her other hand, she decided she was good. "You look well, Nana. Paul, that outfit-" No Moxley, control the word vomit. "It reflects your relaxed soul and comforting presence." Nailed it. |
Ah, another year! This was equally the most exciting and most anxious time of year. Great expectations could go both ways, after all. But she loved seeing all the new faces, plus greeting all those that were returning. "Paul! Do you plan to serenade us tonight?" she asked, eyeing his instrument. She wouldn't mind that, but she also didn't know if that was a good idea. After all, Moxley might be a bit uptight tonight. Then, spotting a new face, she turned quickly and smiled. "Hello, Nana! I hope you enjoy your first feast! Save room for pudding!" she said, imparting her veteran wisdom. But both of those people were on the opposite side of the table from her. So, on her way, she nodded to Meredith. "Good evening, Mer-- er, Headmistress." Tiara always wished to address her superiors appropriately. Then she made her way all the way down to the end. No one was near her yet, but that wasn't the reason she was feeling empty and lonely inside. No, that was more to do with the personal loss she felt now that she was no longer working with Ravenclaw house. But she still harbored a special place in her heart for them. |
Nana glanced up as... one of her colleagues, a lanky man with white hair and.. A banjo ever so casually slung over his shoulder. He dressed like one of her old Professor's a university, but at least this man's clothes had no holes, and didn't reek. Small Blessings. "Good Evening," Nana replied, owing her head softly to man and offering him a small smile. She was struck by his energy. "Yes, it is. Transfiguration is my one true love." That wasn't quite a joke. "Oh, how lovely, Herbology is lovely. It is a pleasure, Professor Myers" She reached out, shaking his hand. "Nana Ichihara." Silently, she hoped he wouldn't butcher her last name as most Westerners did. "Thank you. You look very elegant, Headmistress." Nana said, turning slightly in her seat to glance at the auburn haired woman, whom she had only briefly met, but already had a warm regard for. She held back an amused smile at Moxley's comments. Relaxed was certainly the word. "Hello, thank you." Had she met this woman before? Perhaps when she'd stepped in for her interview, in which she'd forgotten both the woman and her name, and that wasn't only unprofessional, it was awfully embarrassing. "I'll make sure to save room for... Pudding.. " Pudding? she wasn't a fan, unless it was banana with vanilla wafers and whipped cream. She found it a bit strange to be so excited for pudding. "Yes, are you going to be serenading us, Professor Myers?" she said, echoing the other woman's question. |
Being late wasn't in Roderik's intended plans for this evening, and neither was death by his boss's glare for being a slacker. So, the man had turned up fairly early with his shoulders thrown back and his blazer draped over his shoulders to add an air of casualness. Was this in an attempt to mask the nervousness? Why yes, yes of course. Was he going to let it show? Not in his wildest nightmares. There was a lot to be nervous about: teaching hormonal teenagers who had access to magic - merlin only knew how well that would go - teaching somewhere new and the intimidating look the castle gave. Durmstrang only had four floors but this? These stairs were an exercise course on its own. Enough of that, there were other people here. Colleagues, in fact. Roderik let himself smile at the boss herself before saying, "Headmistress. Good to see you again." He then looked towards the others seated there. Three others, in fact: a woman who was sitting on her own over there (Tiara), a man wearing.... something (Paul) -both of whom got smiles and a 'Hello' - as well as..... Oh ho ho. The man half-smirked. "I'm glad you haven't gotten yourself into any," He paused for dramatic effect. "ah, murky waters lately." Whether she (Nana) understood what he meant or not, Roderik moved to sit down in his designated seat. |
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Julien made his way to the table. He was eager to get there before the student had come in. With having three nephews starting this term he wanted to see the sorting quiz. Of course they would all be in Ravenclaw like himself. Though his brother had become a lion. So that he guessed was a possibility. Straightening his suit and having his usual serious look, he made his way around the table. The faces were familiar since he did attend the staff meetings before term started and ran into some as he got his classroom and office ready. "Good Evening everyone." Greeting the staff that had already been sitting. |
Having ridden the train with the students to get to Hogwarts, Ansley also arrived with them and was a bit later to the feast than his colleagues. Not a big deal though, at least not to him, as he had taken care of many of his matters beforehand. And, feeling a little too tall for the carriages, the thirty year old opted to walk from the train station to the castle. The air had been a little crisp with the sun going down so he was rather thankful for his fashionable choice of wearing a scarf today. As he approached the staff table, he gave a collective smile and nod to the group already seated. "Greetings and salutations, everyone." Now.. which seat was his again? He didn't want to appear too scatterbrained, not on his official first day, so he stood in front of the dais a moment, mentally counting in his head. Fourth.. no, fifth from the right end? Ah, hot dog, there was an empty one there, must be the right one. Making his way around that end, he took a seat then put on his glasses as he leaned back a bit. Let's get this party started. |
There was Moxley! She looked so nice sitting in her big chair! Paul smiled and waved over at her. "Hello, Meredith! You're looking quite dapper tonight...and professional!" He was a little sad Botros had to leave them...but Moxley was fair, at least. He trusted her enough. "And yes! You think so?" he looked down at his converses and chuckled. "I just wanted to be comfy!" Ah, and Tiara was yelling over at him! He smiled and waved at her. "PERHAPS!" he cupped his hands over his mouth so she could better hear him. He mostly wanted to serenade the puffers, his NEW little clan of puffers. For bonding and...friendship! Back to the new face! "Nana...Itchichewbacca...." he butchered it completely. Merlin. He felt his cheeks flush because that was a HARD surname..."Uhhh--" he was also fairly certain he had inadvertently referenced a Star Trek War character or something. Airey would be so proud! THAT REMINDED HIM! He HAD to show Airey the VULCAN SALUTE he made Milton help him learn over the summer! YES YES YES! "I'm sorry--I'll get your name right eventually, m'dear--" he nodded his head and turned to THREE MORE NEW GUYS! They were all quite good looking lads, too. Hmph. "Hello! Hello! Hello!" Three hello's for the three fellows! [Roderik, Julien, Ansley] and went to shake their heads respectively. "Nice to meet you all! My name is Paul Myers--Herbology fellow here--" he smiled. It looked like one of them was his new table neighbor! In between Cece and a handsome fellow--what a joyous joy this was! He enjoyed it all! He really needed to TAKE his seat. Yes. So he went to his spot and plopped in his chair, hanging the banjo on the back of it. Were his Hufflepuffs doing okay? He leaned up to check on the table...there was Henric...oh good. Talking to first years! Good good! Term was off to a GOOD start! ....was that a hag? *blinks* |
Not late but arriving precisely when he meant to, Airey ascended the steps of the dais with his arms full and his heart heavy. Never had he imagined that he would return to Hogwarts upon graduating let alone instruct here for a decade, and yet here he was. About to begin that decade and feeling like the man. Of course, such confidence was primarily projected on the outside. It was hard NOT to feel confident when one was wearing a freshly pressed suit fresh from the magical world that was the muggle dry cleaners. Because on the inside, well, the man was basically a giant pile of francium. External forces, meaning those outside of these castle walls, being what they were. There was A LOT on the astronomer's mind this evening. Still, this WAS the start of term feast and it was a time of celebration. Therefore... "Live long and prosper," he announced, balancing all of his goodies in one arm so that he could give his colleague a proper Vulcan salute. Those who were returning ought to be familiar enough with this not to give him weird looks And before he made his way down to his seat, he had a few matters to take care of. The first being, perhaps, the most difficult and yet not difficult at all. "Meri-berry!" he greeted as he moved Pebbles aside so he could present his colleague with yet another poorly wrapped gift. This time the bow looked a little more presentable...it you squinted and looked at it sideways. A sideways glance brought his attention to Paul. What in the name of Orion... "House elves not finish your laundry on time?" he asked with genuine concern. THIS was precisely why Airey did NOT let them touch his suits. Clearing his throat, Airey side stepped his way towards the man and offered the Herbology professor his own poorly wrapped gift of yellow tissue paper. For congratulatory purposes, like Meri-berry. Glancing down the table further brought his attention towards one of the new hires aaaaaaaaaall the way down there. Airey offered the woman, Nana, a quick salute as his attention turned to the fellow who had just sat down beside Paul. "Live long and prosper," he offered the man, since he had missed his general one towards the rest of the staff table. One of the fellows who had been assigned train duties today, yes? Hopefully so or else the Gryffindor Head of House's next question would be a rather foolish one. "Trust the journey here was a pleasant one?" As in...did his new set of prefects behave themselves? No worries for him on having badges stripped with this pairing? Speaking of Gryffindor, his blue eyes did look out over at the table as an, er, precaution. So far so good...which meant he needed to go over the words he had prepared for the evening. Novelty mugs delivered - some for new staff forgotten in his office during a brief moment of panic upon receiving an owl regarding the whereabouts of Miss Summers - Airey sauntered over towards his own seat and offered some more Vulcan salutes to Professor Not Sabel and Charms professor. "Excuse me for just a moment," he said, pulling from his enchanted breast pocket a gift for the new Care of Magical Creatures Professor topped with a red bow. He had actually purchased it last year, but seeing as the spot had been filled by a centaur, well, it had not seemed the appropriate sort of gift. "Now that that is settled," he grinned, looking mighty pleased with himself for placing a lint roller right smack in the middle of the plate, he turned towards the new gentleman. "Airey Flamsteed, Professor of Astronomy," he re-introduced himself. Or introduced. He had been a bit, er, scatter brained today to recall if he had delivered a proper greeting to the two or not. He also offered Tiara a small salute after glancing over his shoulder...and had his ear flush just a little as he addressed her. "Good evening, Tiara, I was wondering if...well...since...you know...Pebbles has become quite accustomed to having her own seat at the feast..." Catch his drift? |
Just as expected, Justin made his fashionable way in from the back after the ride but before the first years could make their entrance. Never late, but right on schedule as he slithered in. There were new staff arrivals indeed as he could spot right away the unrecognisable ones. "Evening everyone." He greeted, then checking one of his pockets to make sure his mirror was still in there. Yep, good as new. As vain as it appeared as he smiled genuinely after. Let's see, starting from the first he noticed, "Tiara. Airey. Pleasant summers?" His hands resting on each of their shoulders to pat briefly. Hm? Whose this newer seated fellow? Would (Julien) mind a head pat? Nah. Even his lifelong friend Geffrey had issues with his hair being touched. Plus, a certain former Professor wore a similar expression and-oh this would be too good of an opportunity to welcome the McLeod way on another day of course. "Charms, eh? Groundskeeper Justin. Welcome to this side of the Hall." He could offer him a hand if he'll take it. And... for Transfiguration. Justin's eyes looked over (Nana) before smiling softly at her. "Evening," As he greeted, "Justin, Groundskeeper. How are you today?" Nothing like making one feel welcome. The next new fellow.... had Justin blinking a moment. Of all spots to fill Sabby's... "Mr. Roderick H-" Smiling a little before correcting, "or rather Professor Hirsch." Did this former young man recognise his former Professor as he did with a former student? Come on. Who would forget this face? Moxley..Moxley.. was it bad to still be extra-friendly with your friend-now-turned-boss? No way. As Justin gave his usual finger waggling wave towards her. "A congrats is in order I'd say Headmistress." To be able to sit on that wonderful throne.. was it only accepting of former Hufflepuff Heads? Or perhaps her winning the duel last term sealed it. The pattern seem to fit in this secret. "How'd the rest of your summer go?" Of course who was next, "Paaul..." That grin that only close friends could share within sight of each other. What was this about serenading? "You're writing us a song? How thoughtful." Appearing quite nice to be on the receiving end of it. "How've you been?" Another fellow. History of Magic then, interesting. Perhaps (Ansley) would share a lot in common with him and Leo. "Evening. Is this your second or first time here?" In case he was a former student here. That'd be some history for Justin to dig up on before offering a hand, "Justin. Groundskeeper." Now who else was around.. |
He wasn’t late. This was planned. James was never late unless it was on his own terms and this was completely intentional. He had absolutely planned to be the… tenth person to arrive. And oh would you look at that? He was. Excellent. If anyone tried to accuse him of anything else, he’d put them in their place. Though… He was sure that wasn’t necessary. They were all professionals here. James carefully assessed the hall, his gaze focused but not-revealing. Whatever nostalgia he felt seeing the Great Hall after so many years, clearly hidden from his expression. It was a bit surreal, but he remained cool and collected, as always. After adjusting his collar he made his way towards the far end of the dais, deciding it’d be best to be courteous. Say hello. These were his new colleagues after all and first impressions were everything. So impress him, basically. But what he saw right away had him stop dead in his tracks. No. No no no no no. NO. It lasted thirty seconds. Thirty seconds of complete and utter panic. Thirty seconds of looking frazzled. But that’s all he allowed himself. Thirty seconds and then he resumed to his collected self again. ”…Nana,” his tone cornered on disbelief. ”I didn’t think I’d run into you so soon,” or maybe his tone was cornering on accusatory? She never said. And now she was going to want some sort of follow up from him, he was sure and no, no, no. He owed her nothing. He gave her a smug sort of look as he continued to walk forward. Ridiculous. Impossible. She couldn’t know that she took him by complete surprise. It would compromise everything he was going for here. Which is why he quickly moved on to greet… Was he wearing a poncho? James tried to suppress it, he really did, but a look of judgement most definitely graced his face. A poncho? This was a well-respected institute for learning, not a place of mockery. James quickly moved on, not even bothering to acknowledge the loon for any longer, er apologies to the poor bloke sat beside him. Nothing personal. If there was a specific seating arrangement, James had no idea of it. Honestly, he was just trying to escape the corner where Nana and the Ridiculous-Poncho-Man sat. Luckily the rest of them didn’t look like complete nuts. Honestly, James thought the regret would hit once he taught his first lesson. Didn’t think it’d settle in so soon. ”Meredith,” he didn’t even linger on the fact that he probably should’ve addressed her by her formal title. Formal titles meant ranks and though ‘Headmistress’ did technically rank above ‘Professor’, James wasn’t going to be the one to point it out. ”You look divine.” Though that was also in comparison to Poncho-Man over there, so maybe don’t take the compliment too seriously, yeah? There was an empty seat beside Meredith, but James wasn’t interested. Didn’t need the Headmistress breathing down his neck the entire feast, no thank you. He had spent enough time getting to know the hard hammers of Hogwarts back in his own school days. So he skirted past that seat. So he settled for the one in between Shiny-Head and Santa Claus, coincidentally picking the seat that had been chosen for him. Pulling out his chair, he gave them a nod. ”Good evening—“ he started before his eyes finally fell upon the…. item sat in the middle of his plate. He picked it up curiously. ”Is this how they welcome all the new Professors?” he asked the man in the outrageous red. Something about him struck familiar, however, he couldn’t quite place it. |
Everyone in a rearranged mix.... SPOILER!!: Airey +Tiara He was not late, right? He couldn't be? Leo did though gulp uneasily at the sight of all his old and colleagues up on the staff dais already. The only one he did see with a quick glance was Cece. He had valued excuses though and he was only a few minutes late. Adjusting his very pink and stand out tie aside from his favourite navy coloured dress robes Leo ascended the staff dais on the left side where two of his oldest colleagues sat. "Good evening Airey and Tiara! I hope you both had wonderful summer vacations?" Airey was fashionable in a newly pressed suit as always and Tiara was equally elegant. SPOILER!!: Julien Turning his attention to the dark skinned man on Tiara's right that had taken the charming Astrid's place he greeted with a smile pursing his lips. "Welcome to Hogwarts Julian! I'm Leobald Kitridge, School Librarian. Is this your first time at Hogwarts or did you attend here in your youth?" SPOILER!!: James Moving away from Airey and Tiara he came upon the first of his new colleagues that was taking over after Thereos. Smiling he extended a hand towards the man for a shake "James right? Welcome again, I'm Leobald Kitridge, School Librarian. If you ever need some books or research materials then come by the library." He was about to head on down when he remembered his kneazle. Glancing back at James he asked "Can I stop by your office later in the week? I need some advice about my kneazle that isn't acting like normal." SPOILER!!: Roderick Moving to stand in front of his new and youngest colleague that had taken over the position of DADA professor from Sabel, Leo greeted cheerily. "Hello, Roderick was it right? Wonderful night is it not? Welcome to staff I'm Leobald Kitridge, School Librarian." He was momentarily distracted by the glasses and unusual blazer. Most wore suits to feast. Eyes back on the younger man Leo asked curiously. "Do you perchance read a lot of books?" It was vital information. SPOILER!!: Meredith Walking a few meters down to stand in front of Meredith sitting in the headmistress throne Leo he couldn't help but beam broadly. "Congratulations again Meredith to becoming headmistress and taking over from Abraham. Did you have a good summer vacation?" The only thing Leo didn't get was Merediths choice of colour scheme for her outfit. Why so sombre? In his mind Meredith rhymed with colour. SPOILER!!: Justin Spotting Justin he couldn't help but feel relieved. With Cassie and Cossy and Javy and Botros not at the castle anymore Leo need some good friends took keep him focused. Justin would be his lifeboat at getting through the feast when his mind was torn in so many other directions. Giving the man an impulsive hug in greeting since they were both still standing up Leo said "Evening Justin, how was the boat ride? No first years took a dip with Barty the Squid I hope?" Eyes trailing back to Cassie's vacant Divination seat he asked in a low slightly pleading tone as his eyes refocused on Justin. "Can't you come sit next to me during the feast? Meredith won't be utilizing her seat next to me and I need someone to keep me focused so I don't start thinking about Cassie too much." SPOILER!!: Paul Heading down a few more step past seats he came to a short stop in front of Paul who had brought along what if Leo wasn't mistaken was a banjo. He greeted the herbology professor with a cheery grin. "Good evening Paul! I didn't know you could play instruments? Are you going to play something for the students after Meredith has given her speech?" SPOILER!!: Nana Turning to the pretty lady sitting next Paul. Yes he noticed. He was happily engaged but that didn't mean Leo couldn't take note of other women's appearance. "Good evening Nana was it? I'm Leobald Kitridge, School Librarian. Did you have a pleasant rest of summer vacation?" Meaning after their staff meeting. SPOILER!!: Ansley Finally heading around the table to his designated seat at the table Leo slipped down into it and turned to address the be-spectacled man on his left with a big smile. "Good evening Ansley! Are you settling in all right in the History of Magic courters and classroom?" At least one new of the new professors weren't a completely new acquaintance. "That family portrait you painted now hangs in my parents living room. They've grown quite fond of it too." Reaching out for the water can, Leo poured some into his goblet and took a sip. |
Art walked through the doors of The Great Hall, hearing the dull echo of his footsteps on the stone floor. Of course, the hall was far from empty, but his eyes were ahead. On his seat. Yes, he knew where the Potionsmaster sat. He had remembered from his time at Hogwarts, even though that was aeons ago. His eyes briefly scanned the Staff Table, Madame Curie squeaking in his ear. "Yes, two. I see two people that I know," he whispered back to her, reaching up to his shoulder to give his previous rat-baby a little scratch on her head. There was the Headmistress, who he had met with of course, and Ansley. The others... he didn't recognise. Though... the other golden oldie, perhaps they would have to put their heads together. Yes... yes. Did their time at Hogwarts as students cross over at all? Art paused in front of the Headmistresses spot, in the very middle of the table. "Headmistress, how-how nice it is to-to see you. Again. Err..." He nodded, awkwardly. "Ansley, good to... good to see you again," he said to the History of Magic Professor. Art remembered that he liked teaching art history, then gave a wave and a big friendly grin to everyone. Off to the second chair from the left, for the Potionsmaster. He sat down with a slight grunt, having had a bit of a fall the other day. He hadn't realised there were more steps on the staircase. He reached for the goblet in front, pleased to see it full of water. He took a culp of it, letting out a satisfied 'ahh', then turned to his neighbour. He blinked a few times, whilst thinking about what to say. There was a little squeak in his ear, and he said "Ahh, yes. Thank you. Hello," with a nod. |
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rearranged a bit :3 Was that cackling she'd just heard? Moxley glanced around the hall in search of the source, her eyes lingering briefly on the Slytherin table. Seemed like the most likely culprits, to be honest. No cackler in sight, though. Strange, very strange indeed. Green eyes landing on Paul once again, the Moxinator was quick to grin at his words. "That's what I was going for! The colors felt very Botros to me. Been thinking about him a lot recently." For obvious reasons. She was going to do her best to make him proud. "You certainly look comfortable. I'm about to slip out of these heels in a minute. My dogs are barking." If he was catching what she was throwing out there. Wink, wink. "Dress to impress, Nana. That's what I always say." Not really but she wanted to give the air of someone who had a mantra. In reality her mantra would be something like Never try to haggle with a muggle who has a 'Beware of Dog' sign on the outside of his antique shop. She'd share that little gem if she heard of any colleagues who were into that sort of thing. "Tiara, hey!" The headmistress gave a kind smile to the Arithmancy Professor and then added, "Meredith is more than okay. I prefer it, really." Now Meredith would never hire anyone just because of their looks but it didn't hurt that some of the new staff looked like they were movie stars. Talk about dream-y. "Welcome, Roderik! So glad to have you here. Hope you're settling in okay." He seemed to be. "That goes for the two of you, as well!" She added as she smiled at Julien and Ansley, who were finding their seats. So many new first years this year. Moxley had turned her attention to the sorting hat ceremony and couldn't help but notice that they were being overrun by the little ones. As adorable as they were, the brunette knew they'd need looking after as this school had a habit of chaos. Lucky she trusted the prefects so much. Kids better be on their game, that was for sure. "Rocketman, you shouldn't have!" And yet she wasted no time at all opening the gift Airey had given after taking a moment to raise her eyebrows at the wrapping job. You'd think Medea would've taught him how to do that by now, Mer-lin. "Oh," She squeaked as she removed the mug and set it down in front of her, all smiles and enthusiasm. "Airey, it's perfect! Thank you!" Like he shouldn't have but she was glad he did. And her new feast buddy was here. Moxley returned the fingerwiggle greeting and grinned at Justin. "It was brilliant! The husband took us on a trip to Salem and we did all kinds of sightseeing and shopping-a little more than he wanted but y'know. Heh.-and I got a bunch of things to add to my collection." A collection that had inspired the newest room she'd set up for the students. "What about yours, hm?" Divine. She looked divine. Moxley let out a little giggle!snort and turned a bit pink as she smiled at James and waved a hand-her left hand because she was married, James, please. "Thank you and welcome." There he was, her former feast buddy. "Leo, thank you!" Her smile mirrored his as it was quite contagious. "Lovely summer. Seems like they go by quicker every year, doesn't it?" Product of getting old, they said. Moxley wouldn't know because SHE was still the picture of youth. Ahem. "How was yours?" Bit strange, this one was. Meredith smiled warmly at Art in hopes of relaxing him. Poor man looked like he needed to sit down. "Pleasure to see you, too! Welcome to the team." Again, that is. And officially now that the term was underway. ...Who was that entering the great hall? Moxley had caught sight of a rather frightening woman and immediately decided she was the cackler in question from earlier. Looked like a Disney villain, Merlin. "Did I miss something....." She must have missed something. |
Paul waved over at Airey...and laughed! Oh Airey! SO funny! "I dressed myself today, Airey! Milton said the poncho was a bit much--he made me iron my joggers too...man hates wrinkles!" He thought it was so funny, ironing joggers. "OH! I wanted to show you what I learned over the summer!" and he raised his right hand and did the Vulcan salute! "I learned it! I practiced all summer!" His face was flushed in excitement. "It took awhile to get my fingers to want to DO this! But I did it--" and he quickly unwrapped the little gift..... And his eyes stung with tears. Oh no. Would he make any feast without crying? It appeared not. "Thank you so much, Airey...it is the best gift I have received...in awhile!" He would drink out of this mug every day! Forever. Until he kicked the bucket. Oh, look! It was his good friend Justin! Paul smiled and waved. "Hello there, groundskeeper! You're looking handsome and rustic tonight!" Yep. He had that beard going on. Paul could never quite grow a nice looking beard. "And ahhh..I more brought it to bond with my Hufflepuffs. I think they'd enjoy being serenaded! I could serenade you all, too!" If they wanted. He didn't want to bother anyone. Another new face! [James] But it looked like the man didn't want to talk to him. Hmph. Paul looked down at his poncho. He supposed the new guy was feeling shy. Awww. Paul wondered if he needed a hug! OR some banjo playing! Maybe he'd play the man a song. Make him feel welcome! Haha, speaking of welcome, it was Leo! His favorite librarian! Paul waved at him eagerly and patted the strap of his banjo. "I do play...I'm in a blue grass band...honestly, none of you KNEW this? We've got quite a few albums under our belt." They were no Agromentula...or Wiggen something or other, or who was the young ones were listening to now? Was is...The Dead Centaurs? Kneazles? Crup? Something along those lines. "Next time we have a gig, you and Cassie and the little one should come." He beamed. "How is Cassie? She doing okay? I'm sending her more presents soon!" Hehe. ...An old person. It was an old person. [Arthur] Paul was thinking about how OLD he was...when he realized....IT WAS SOMEONE HE WENT TO SCHOOL WITH. WHAT IN MERLIN'S NAME? Paul leapt out of his chair, crossing over to talk to the man...did this make PAUL OLD? Hmph. "...Arthur Newman? Arthur Newman. You were...a Gryffindor..." Paul had exceedingly good memory. See? Not elderly. "I was...four years younger--so you probably don't remember me--" Paul ran a hand through his hair, smirking a bit. "But I was a Ravenclaw...you know, cleverest kid in my class--" Bragging casually, here. Ahem. "But you know." His eyes rolled upward, to Arthur's hair. "Us white-haired fellows must stick together, eh?" As he made his way back to his seat, he smiled and nodded at Meredith. "Of course! Take your shoes off! Enjoy life! This is your school, after all. We can now have...casual Fridays! Or pink Wednesdays! Mini skirt Thursdays!" he teased, winking as he slipped back into his seat. And yes, he was keeping an eye on that hag. WHO was she? Should they be concerned? Meredith didn't seem concerned...so he felt slightly less panicked. |
Leaving the charming young girl she had met in the entrance hall she swiftly made her way through the Great Hall and up on to the staff dais where she sniffed the air and cackled out to nobody in particular crazy eyes darting around. "This place needs more perfume to fend off the heavy and very pungent smell of children. You all really should update your cologne selection." With that Ursula pulled out her perfume bottle and started to spray her heavy scented perfume in every possible direction. Some made contact with one of the men's ghastly red suit (Airey) leaving a large wet dot right down his chest. The woman next to him (Tiara) got perfume all over her pretty dark hair. Quote:
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He sat and listened to the staff his eyes glancing at his goblet. Was there a forgetful potion in the water? He wouldn't be drinking it that was for sure. Everyone was introducing themselves as if they had never met. Did he dream the staff meeting? It was interesting to say the least. He nodded to a few (Ansley, Airey, James, Moxely, Taria) that just gave a small greeting. He was never one to really be social. His eyes were out with the children. Seeing His Nephews Benton and Kaleb head to the sorting hat. His already none smile was even more apparent when they both went to two different houses. Shame, brothers should be together and how did a Primeaux end up in Hufflepuff? The next was Torrance, another Gryffindor. This was very interesting to him. Bringing his focus back to the staff he nodded as more staff were introducing and shaking his hand. First was one that had an interesting outfit for a feast. Though he wasn't going to judge, "Hello Paul, nice to see you again." His attention went now to the Groundskeeper and he kept the eyes on the goblet of water as if it would jump into something. "Evening Justin, yes I do charms. Very well I might add. If you need any help on the grounds at all." He figured he'd offer as he took his hand as well. Another was over towards him now. "Leo nice to see you again. I was a Ravenclaw as a student. Most of my family has been in Ravenclaw, but tonight it seems three of my nephews have went other places." He glanced at the Gryffindor table and the Hufflepuff table. It was interesting. ...and what was this? He watched as some Hag showed up at the table. Did his school go that far down that they let Hags in? He chuckled a bit from the perfume. "My cologne is just fine thank you." He mumbled as the woman went towards the headmistress. He still wasn't going to touch that water. |
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. |
"Mini skirt Thursdays?" Moxley chuckled, couldn't help it. Paul's sense of humor was right in line with her own and she appreciated it. She was about to joke about Poncho Tuesdays but realized the man would probably take her seriously and honestly, his was ghastly. Best to hope he didn't own too many of those. "I do like the idea of a pajama day..." Because who didn't like wearing pajamas? She'd keep all of this in mind. The brunette was about to ask Roderik a bit more about his plans for this term when the woman-a most frightening woman-was up on the dais and spraying perfume that made her eyes water and her nose itch. "ACHOO!" Oh dear Merlin, no. "ACHOO!" Who was this woman giving predi-oh. Oh please Botros, no. It had to be, didn't it? This....person was here and interacting with staff and students as if she was meant to be here which could only mean one thing, yes? The only logical explanation is that this...person had taken advantage of Botros's delicate state and gotten herself hired! That had to be it. It was the only thing that made sense and she- "Holy Hippogriffs!" Lost in thought, the headmistress hadn't noticed the...person walking over and she certainly hadn't expected that bony, terrifying finger so close to her body. Her own finger under her nose to stop another sneeze, face scrunched up towards the ceiling, Moxley took a moment. Once she was sure she had it under control, she tried her best not to look disgusted and spoke to the err..the um...person. "The only thing that is making me ill at the moment is your perfume, I'm afraid. Such strong smells tend to get to me." Though something told Moxley that without the perfume, she'd be dealing with a much more unpleasant odor and the thought made her shrink back slightly. "You're here for Divination, then?" ...Which meant Moxley had to sit next to the woman for the remainder of the feast. BRILLIANT. Could she speak to the board of governors about this, or? |
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Well. That was... unexpected. After getting over the shock of being practically doused in perfume, Tiara, always practical, whipped out her wand and began to siphon it out of her hair. "You're in rough shape, Flamsteed," she announced, stating the obvious. She directed her wand to him next, knowing how the man could get about his clothing. Tiara didn't want to spend the next ten minutes avoiding the man's meltdown. The next thing she knew, the creature was pointing a threatening finger at their new Headmistress. Tiara half rose from her seat, but then she saw Meredith was actually welcoming the hag to staff. A new development she had not been made aware of! Tiara was a bit surprised, but she didn't let it show on her face. It wouldn't do for the students to see the staff like that. |
SPOILER!!: Paul "Ansley Finch," he returned in kind, just in case he needed the reminder as well. He noted the man was quite distinguished looking, though maybe not his choice in attire for the evening. It certainly wasn't Ansley's taste in fashion, but he could always appreciate other people's self-expression. "Are you a music man, Paul?" He nodded towards the banjo the man had brought with him to the table. SPOILER!!: Airey "Although there was a.. well, I'm pretty sure she was a hag, on the train." Of course, he knew what they were, but he hesitated to call her that just in the off chance she was just an eccentric old woman with poor hygiene. In that case, labeling her in that was would just be rude. "Is she employed here?" He wasn't sure why else she would be on the train, unless it was some sort of accident, but he also passed her in the entrance hall. SPOILER!!: Justin SPOILER!!: Leo SPOILER!!: Art SPOILER!!: Roderik SPOILER!!: Meredith and Ursula And speaking of the hag he had seen on the train and asked the Astronomy professor about, his eyes followed her as she made her way to the staff table. "Someone's something of a pessimist," he chuckled to himself, hearing all her predictions of doom and gloom. But his eyes soon snapped to the Headmistress again. Divination? So she did work here? |
SPOILER!!: Hirsch She knew that face. It wasn’t the kind you forget easily, especially when said face had been responsible for unceremoniously dragging you into a fountain of filthy water Nana understood very well, yes, thank you. SPOILER!!: Tia “yes, of course, I know you, Professor Tanner.” Nana casually replied, refusing to suffer another embarrassment so quickly after this little encounter with Water Boy. How on earth had she forgotten the young woman? This was just unlike her. “Pleasure to see you again.” “Oh, no, no. I love sweets.” She paused, lips pursed as her mind quickly whirled through Japanese and English in an attempt to make sense of this particular use of the word pudding. English slang was still not her forte. “Is pudding…. Pudding means something else, yes?” She asked, laughing softly at her own silly sounding question. “I am, I was there for a few years.” She nodded, good school, smaller and quiet, but good. SPOILER!!: PaulPls ……. Well, she supposed it could have been worst. “It’s alright, Professor Myers… Just call me Nana.” She would have preferred to be called by her surname, but perhaps this was for the best. She bowed her head to the well, dressed Charms Professor. “Good evening.” Nana echoed, smiling politely. SPOILER!!: JUSTIN WHO IS A BABE They all speak to each other with such familiarity, and such warmth. It was not what Nana had been expecting at all from a school like Hogwarts with it’s reputation. Glancing towards the Groundskeeper as he spoke, Nana offered him a soft, polite, but not unkind smile. “Hello, I’m Nana Ichihara.” She would have explained her station as well, as he had, but it was announced by her assigned seat. “I’m… Well, thank you.. “ she paused to take a sip of water, eyes glancing down the staff table and watching the interactions carefully. “I… admit, I’m a little overwhelmed.” The words slipped out before she could properly stop them. “How about yourself, sir?” She asked. The red suited man. Had- Was that- Live long and Prosper? And the Vulcan salute. Nana’s mouth was wide and she was just about to say something, to question the well dressed man, when the sudden appearance of a man she had never expected to see stopped the words in her throat. SPOILER!!: James Draper, what on earth was he doing here? She stared at him with disbelief, her features turning slightly pink as embarrassment and surprise rushed through her at a speed much too quick. Her lips were parted with surprise and her dark eyes were wide, but only for a moment, for a second later she had gathered herself back together. She was a professional after all. His tone did not go unnoticed, but Nana kept her features calm, not allowing her indignation to show. “Likewise, James.” She calmly replied, no warm smile for him, no hello or good evening ether, not when he was wearing that smug grin and looking for all intent and purposes like the cat who’d eaten the canary, Fear struck her suddenly. Would he… No, he wouldn’t dare mention… Certainly he had enough propriety in him not to discuss… Flushed, Nana took up her goblet and drank. This. Was. Not. Happening. She absolutely, positively, rejected this. SPOILER!!: Leo In the midst f her small freak out, Nana’s attention was drawn to the man sitting beside her. Another man? There was certainly an awful lot of testosterone on this dias. “Good evening,” Perhaps she ought to give up on being called by her surname like a professional. It seemed everyone was very set on calling her by her first name, and though it irked her more fastidious and formal qualities, Nana was not about to correct her new colleagues and coworkers. “It’s a pleasure to see you again, Professor Kitridge. I’ll be stopping by the library soon.” She nodded, thankful for the conversation and the distraction. “Yes, I did, thank you. How about yourself?” Oh My. The…. Was that a Hag? She was no creature’s expert, but the woman’s appearance bore a striking resemblance. Nana watched with wide eyes as the cackling thing approached the table and began to casually, joyously paint hateful futures for half the staff table before accosting the headmistress. Was this normal? |
*Waves to everyone else* At the headmistresses smile, Art grinned back. Nice and big. "Th-thankyou. I uhh... I hope you are well?" Hmm? If not, then he would happily see her to the Healer. No use being sick at the feast. The person his mind had called a fellow golden oldie had leapt out of his chair. Art had spotted the suddenness in his periperhal vision, and his head swung in that direction. Art smiled as the man approached. He squinted through his glasses, in thought, his hand tapping at his chin. "Arthur Newman... Newman... New-man... no, I don't remember him." That was a shame. Who was Arthur Newman anyway? "Er... hi, though... I'm-I'm Art. Newton. Well, Arthur, but you can... ohhhhhhhh," he said. "Me? It's Newton, not Newman. Only two letters wrong though," he chuckled, quite impressed at this man's memory. But it was all coming back. Yes. The smile. He held his hand out to shake the man's hand. He could not recall, for the life of him, what this man's name was. No matter how much he tapped his chin, squinted, and looked at the man. The name, blank. The face? Yes, he remembered it. "I was, yes," he said with another chuckle. "Ohh right, right, cleverst kid! That-that's quite, uh... quite an accomplishmnt. I was probably... probably bravest and clumbsiness. Not... not uh... not the best cobination." No. Too many broken bones to think about. White haired fellows, eh? Art started laughing at that, reaching a hand up and touching his own head of white hair. "Ah yes, we certainly do. What-What do you teach?" He was feeling a bit out of the loop, not quite knowing who these people were. He hadn't quite spotted the seat the man had come from, so he couldn't narrow it down. Well, perhaps the first half of the alphabet of classes, actually. But that was still half of the classes he could have taught. He was gazing around the table, catching a few eyes (Roderik). Art waved, and, deciding it might be a good idea to get to know his colleagues, he approached the man. "Hello," he said with a head bobbing nod. After a few seconds he raised his hand to shake the man's hand. "Art. Newton. Arthur Newton. Uh... I'm new here. Well, alumni. Bit before your time," he said with a chuckle to himself. Art remembered that he had said it was good to see Ansley again, so he knew he didn't need to say it again. No. "Er, it found me here," he nodded, thankful. He wasn't sure what help he would have been if it had conked out half way there. "I managed to-to be seated in a compartment of-of-of very young students," he frowned with a nod. "They thought I was old." He thought about that for a while. Art wasn't old, but he did wear his salt coloured hair with pride. "Oh! How was your ride?" he asked, realising that it was the right thing to say in reply. Right, back to his neighbour (Nana). "Who... are you? I believe," he thought a moment, "Transfiguration is what you teach?" The moving in his pocket had stopped, which meant Madame Curie was now asleep. Good, the poor thing had had an exciting day, what with being on a train, and meeting new people. She would probably sleep right through until morning. He waved at the other Professors around him, or... faculty. He was sure somewhere in this bunch were three members who didn't teach. He didn't know who they were though. Well, he didn't really know who anyone was. And there was a... what on earth was she? Not only did her cackle wake up poor Madame Curie, who started moving around in his pocket, but she had frightened Art as well. "Great Scott..." he muttered. And then the old hag, if he were to call her that, pulled out a bottle and promptly started spraying it. One inhale caught in his throat and he started coughing, but trying to catch his breath was no easy task. Every inhale brought about another fit of coughing. "EXCUSE ME?" he said to the old had. "I have... s-sensitive lungs. As do-do-do... well maybe... maybe the other students too." He didn't know. Childhood asthma, if that was a thing amongst magical students, was a serious issue. He took out a litle vial from his pocket and drank it. Right down the hatch. But not only was he sensitive, his little rat-baby was too. He pulled Madame Curie out of his pocket, and tipped the last drop onto his finger, letting her lick it off. "It's okay, I won't let her near you." Squeak squeak. "I promise." |
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Tiara's faith in the woman was restored - she liked sweets! But clearly something else was on the woman's mind? Oh, that. "Oh yes, pudding just means dessert! Perhaps not the case where you have lived, though?" she asked, partly out of curiosity and partly to give the woman an out. Ah, so it had been America after all. "We have gotten several excellent staff members from Salem over the years. I'm sure you won't be the exception to that, Nana." She looked like a capable woman, if a bit ignorant of British terminology. She was about to ask another question, but.. then a disturbance behind her caught her attention. Something was going on at the Gryffindor table. Shock. |
*rearranges* James saw that. The look of disbelief. The pink tint that turned in Nana's cheeks. Merlin. This was worse than he thought. There were expectations now, he was well aware of what woman wanted. And James would have NONE of it. He would not be held to any standards. It was one night and nothing more. But he had to be calm. He was very hot and bothered though, for the record. Which was very difficult to hide as when she responded in that calm, collected way of hers it annoyed him even more. Deciding that his look said enough he continued to saunter down the dais. No. On another note, the reaction he got out of the Headmistress was very satisfying and exactly what James had been expecting, of course. Nothing ever took him by surprise. Well, except for that Nana Ichihara over there, but that’s another story all together. And as James was headed for his seat, there wouldn’t be anymore time to explain. Giving the Headmistress another small nod, he continued on his way. And for the record, he hadn’t ignored Tattoo (Roderik) over there. He was merely trying to get the heck away from the Banjoed Hippy. Didn’t need the bloke to think they had potential to be friends, y’know? Might as well set the record straight right now. After all if this was the man’s first impression, James did NOT want to be around for the rest. But once he found his seat he did return Tattoo’s smile and nod with a nod of his own. So far, Tattoo was the one he liked the most. Finally sat at the seat he had chosen himself, James assessed the Great Hall once more. It was full now and children were being sorted. Excellent. This meant the food would come soon, yeah? Honestly he forgot how it worked around here. But context clues. Those were important. Clearly everyone was waiting for something to happen, and then food. But for now all he had on his plate was this ridiculous lint roller. And ah, a visitor. James hardly had any time to decide whether Mr. Pink-Tie (Leo) over here was worth his attention, but the man was fortunate because James gave it to him anyway. Hm? And fortunately for James, this man didn’t seem like a nut. That was reassuring. James was starting to have second thoughts after seeing that Banjo-Baboon over there. But this Kitridge bloke was alright, for now. ”James Draper,” he said, getting out of his chair and extending his arm forward to shake the librarian’s hand. ”I’ll keep that in mind.” Which meant ‘no thanks’. The only books James would be interested to read were the ones he had bought himself and those were all stacked up in his office. So a library trip wouldn’t be necessary. But the sentiment was amicable, so he smiled. Straightening the leg of his pants, James leaned back to sit on his chair once more. But oh? Pink-Tie had more? Er. Kitridge. He’d have to make sure to remember names here because something told him that these nicknames wouldn’t be well-received by the general public. ”Of course, feel free to stop by anytime,” though he really didn’t have a choice here, did he? Couldn’t just say no. These sorts of questions were silly. It’d hardly be acceptable to turn the man down. So he was cornered. ”We’ll see what I can do.” Meaning, he’d be able to figure out the problem within the first five minutes. Creatures. His department. Leaning back in his chair, the New Professor gave the man a small nod. You’re welcome. Lifting his wrist ever-so-slightly, James checked the time. He was bored. But ah, the new arrival to the table proved to be very entertaining. And just when he thought that Poncho-Man had won the grand prize craziest dresser, he was proven wrong. Which by the way, did NOT happen very often. Luckily the perfume was sprayed in the opposite direction, but unluckily it was sprayed all over the Emaciated Santa Claus (Airey) who happened to be sat one seat down. James EYED the Crazed Sea Monster of a Woman (Ursula). WHO WAS SHE? And had she no respect?? He coughed a little as he continued staring down the Sea Monster. She also made the list. Hopefully she’d be sat by Poncho Man over there. The two could keep note of the latest dumpster fashions, or wherever she managed to pick up that stank. Turning to his left, he gave Shiny Head (Julien) a disapproving look and a nod in crazy lady direction. ”She can’t be a Professor. Doesn’t Hogwarts have standards?” Cleaning staff. Probably head of the house elf committee or something, he was sure. |
She's been here all along, just watching Healer Murdoch sat there like she did at an other feast, not drinking the water and not joining in on the conversations around her. Honestly, why were all her colleagues acting like they had never met? Did they so quickly forget about the staff meeting they had before term started? And what was with everyone talking to others at the opposite end of the table? Seriously people, give it a break already. Talk to the ones sitting close to you. And what the hell was with that outfit Professor Myers was wearing? Did he grab the first thing he found in his hamper or what? And WHY did he have that ridiculous banjo with him? He better not start playing that thing. Cece did NOT want to have her hearing assaulted with that nonsense. And to think, he was made the new Head of House for those puffy ones. Looking to her right she did make an exception to talk to one person. "Justin, are you ready for our after feast festivities?" She wasn't sure if she was ready, but this was something she had put a lot of thought into and it was time. Hearing a certain name called out, Cece immediately turned her attention to the sorting hat ceremony. There was only one house she wanted this child in and that house was... SLYTHERIN! Yes! Ariadne was placed in Slytherin. Cece was so happy she about jumped out of her seat to run down there and hug the girl. Of course she didn't do that just yet. She would wait until after the speech then she would make her way down to the Slytherin table. Plus she didn't want to scare the girl. It had been a few years since they had seen each other. The smile that had appeared on her face after learning who the newest student in Slytherin was disappeared just as quickly as it appeared. "WHAT is that SMELL?!" She blurted out as she looked right at Professor Myers. The man really needed to take a shower and change his clothes. Just because he was the herbology professor didn't mean he needed to smell like dragon dung, and at the dinner table of all places. Just another reason Cece wouldn't be eating anything here. It was rather safe to say Cece was totally oblivious to the hag at the other end of the table. |
sweeeeeeeet solstice *rearranges* gosh I hope I got everyone :| Dressed himself? In...the dark? Offering Paul a series of quizzical looks ranging from simple disbelief to complete horror, the astronomer pursed his lips and slowly nodded his head up and down. Not in approval...just to acknowledge that he had, in fact, heard what the man had had to say. "I...concur...on wrinkles," he said slowly, giving Pebbles a side glance while mouthing 'sweet solstice to her. But what came next was a MUCH welcomed distraction. "Stellar!" he nodded, raising his hand to return the gesture again. And, just for good measure, he would repeat the greeting. "Dif tor heh smusma." Which reminded him of Mr. Adair. Had the boy ever mastered the expression? The Head of House couldn't help but hope that somewhere the former Head Boy was still practicing. Oh. Sweet. Solstice. Tears. At least they were not the bitter tears of teenage angst, but they were still tears. So...he was just going to properly excuse himself. Ahem. "Yes, well...enjoy," he said, taking his leave and scrambling down to the safe side of the table. Uneventful, good. Airey nodded his head in mild approval at Ansley's words (that had been on the name on the memo, right? RIGHT?!). "A hag? On the train?!" He couldn't say that that was impossible because, well, Hogwarts. But since he had said uneventful...perhaps not? No one had been eaten, right? Or...no. Too soon to tell. But with Miss Summers disappearing like that.... Squirming in his seat - because women with a TONE were terrifying, even without flaming red hair - his blue eyes flickered towards the unoccupied Ancient Runes seat and then back to Tiara. "It was..." he began, ears noticeably turning a vibrant shade of red. "...stellar." Sweet solstice, was it hot in here? Clearing his throat and adjusting his tie just a smidgen, not that it NEEDED to be adjusted but he really needed something to occupy his hands right now, his vision refocused and he offered further explanation. "I had some business with Mr. Prince over the summer at the Royal Observatory. Bit disciplinary issue from the field trip I took my class on last term. So between that and coordinating the summer Space Camp at the National Space Centre, it was quite busy." Just the way he preferred things. Being idle gave the man anxiety. AND THEN THERE WAS CONTACT ON HIS SHOULDER!? Snapping his head around, Airey gave Justin a proper stink eye. Don't. Touch. The. Suit. Dude. "Quite," he replied through a tight lip smile. Watching as the Groundskeeper moved far away from his freshly pressed suit, he turned his attention back to Tiara and this, er, seat discussion. "Well, you see, there is aaah...that perfectly fine seat there next to you. Rather inviting really..." And another interruption in the form of...oh the new Care of Magical Creatures professor. Instinctively scooting to the edge of his seat on the side of Tiara, Airey gave the fellow a few attentive looks up and down. He was even tempted to cast Oculus Focalis on his eyes to make absolutely sure that the man did not have any follicles of doom on his clothing at present. Looked...safe...for now. "House warming gift," he grinned nervously, although his eyes were rather reminiscent of an eager cruppy looking at its master. That sort of annoyingly eager excitement looking for approval and acceptance. "It's a lint roller. Helps keep fur and other unwanted animal dandruff off your clothes," he explained. Did he like it? Jedi mind trick time? You will like this lint roller. This is the lint roller you are looking for... And any connection or familiarity between the two of them? Completely oblivious. Ho ho .... ho. Leobald received a small salute and smile as he made his way past. Your goblet was safe for tonight. No promises about tomorrow. "Evening, Leobald," he greeted. "Quite pleasant. Yes. Oh and busy. Yes" And the color was back in his ears. And it was nice to see that the man had not met his untimely demise at the claws of those ferocious beasts of Cassiopeia's. Vicious things. Vicious. He offered another Vulcan salute to the new Potions Master as he approached the dais, catching sight of the new Transfiguration professor gaping at him. What? What had he done Roderik Hirsch. Right. Professor Not Sabel, got it. Airey offered the man a curt nod and quick salute. The Charms professor's line of sight took him out to the Sorting taking place. Chest puffing out with pride for those now joining the...PRIDE...Airey offered a loud round of applause to those newly sorted to Gryffindor. He would make his way down to the table in due time, but for now it would be up to Sir Nicholas and his prefects to make sure that everything was taken care of. Looking back to Tiara again - because seat switcheroo? - his nose reacted before anything else could. The stench...which made the detention he had given Mr. Gunter after he had thrown up on the professor's shoes...was beyond awful and was making his eyes water. But that wasn't the worst of it. Oh no. .............. .............. Eyes widening and jaw clenching, Airey felt as though he were about to faint and spontaneously combust at the same time. His suit. His FRESHLY PRESSED suit. His suit that now matched the color of his face. No, wait, his face was a much more vibrant color now. Much. Feeling his teeth grinding against one another - a wonder something had not chipped or broken right off, really - the man opened his mouth to speak but absolutely NO sound came out. None. The vein in his forehead began to BULGE when Meri-berry GREETED the woman-thing-hag and WELCOMED her. Divination? So they hadn't rid the school of that subject of pseudo scientific hokum? But had, in fact, hired this person WHO HAD JUST RUINED HIS SUIT AND WAS SPOUTING COMPLETE AND UTTER RUBBISH?! MERI-BERRY HAD BETRAYED HIM! Vein bursting - not really because ew gross - Airey jumped to his feet, knocking his knees against the under side of the table and clenched his hands into tight fists in front of his face and had even allowed Pebbles to roll off his lap and on to the floor with a dull thud. And Tiara? NOT APPRECIATED. WELL AWARE, THANK YOU VERY MUCH. OR NO THANK YOU. "SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUIT!" he roared in anguish, baring his teeth and gripping his hands so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. "SUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUIT!" And then, because he had completely forgotten that his lungs required oxygen to function properly the past minute or so, the Astronomy professor became increasingly lightheaded and keeled over backwards as his vision went all white first, then the putrid color of the contamination on his suit and then fade to black. Lights out, Flamsteed. |
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Refusing to look over at Professor Astronut, Cece decided to turn her attention to Leo. "Can you believe Flamsteed down there making a fool of himself. Yelling suit like we don't already know he's wearing one." And then something blinded her. "WHAT is with that pink tie Leobald?" Did he know how hideous that thing looked on him? Obviously not or he wouldn't be wearing it. Someone really needed to teach a few of these men some fashion sense, starting with Myers and Kitridge here. |
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Before Leo however could ask or say anything more Airey had a meltdown over something with his suit. It was hard to not hear the anguish beneath the roar. He could sympathize. Leo could have meltdowns too if someone set fire to BOOK or he went BALD. But back to Airey that now even from this distance got a very bad putrid coloured tone to his face before the astroman rocked and then keeled over backwards and dropped to the floor. "Airey???? Are you all right?" Leo shouted across the table eyes and tone full of concern. Quote:
Unconsiouly stroking his pink time with one hand Leo gestured exassperatedly with the other to Airey lying on the floor behind the table as he spoke to Cece oblivious to the hag on the dais or that she was the reason for the bad itch in his nose. "Never mind the pink colour of my tie which incidently was a gift from my fiancee Cassie. Airey needs your help. I think he might have PASSED OUT!" Cece do something! |
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Did Cece hear that right? Leobald Turning to look towards the other end of the table she seen Flamsteed on the floor. "Oh please. The man" if he could even be called a man, "is just being his usual drama queen self," she said as she looked back over to Leo. "You know him, always trying to get attention. Maybe if we ignore him we can have a peaceful meal." Not that she was going to eat anything. She looked back over at Airey. Maybe she should go make sure he wasn't dead. Him lying on the floor like that was a bit over the top, even for him. After all, his precious SUIT was going to get dirty. Nah. She opted for quiet right now. |
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And then of course Cece had to be unhelpful and stubborn on top of everything else. After a glance over at the still unmoving Airey he refocused his attention on Cece as Leo rose from his seat. "You're right maybe Airey does have a tendency for the theatrical sometimes but that doesn't mean we all should stop caring about him or his well being. He is clearly not playing us since he hasn't moved an inch since he fell to the floor which at least I see as a big sign of worry." "If you don't want to fulfil your responsibility as this school's healer and check on his health then I'll do it for you. I might not have your extensive knowledge of healing but I do know how to check a pulse. Airey is my friend and colleague and there will be a second ice age before I'd ever leave a friend in need of aid." With that last remark Leo left his seat and Cece and strode quickly towards Airey. They may not be close or on any kind of BBF level and the many times Airey had teased him badly over the years calling him BALDIE wasn't forgotten but Leo was not any less of a man then he'd set that aside to give aid now. |
*nods for everyone else* A wide grin. Was this a volunteer or just a simple gesture of politeness? "I'll hold you to that, Julien." One former Professor to another he could add. As for (Roderick), "Nor did you," This was a delight as he grinned, "we must catch up." It was literally a decade since they were in a school environment together. Another less hectic time, given the current circumstances. Thanks to that (Paul), he subconsciously began rubbing his own beard. Handsome and rustic, aren't I always? Laughing aloud, "Why thank you. " Singing to the Hufflepuffs. Well, they sure picked the right Head. "Couldn't have picked a better man for the job." Was he told this enough, or at all? Weeell, lookie here. Students just about pouring in as Justin looked up thereby breaking eye contact. "Is that so?" He chuckled a little. "We'll just have to make this year even better then." Yep, indirectly telling (Tiara, Airey) they would be seeing more of him soon as he gave their shoulders a few soft pats before deciding to head to his seat. Just the way the Groundskeeper preferred his seat. Oh so close to the throne where it no doubt gave off heat automatically giving his right side a pleasant feeling. Sighing as he listened to (Moxley)'s summer. "How marvellous, I haven't been to Salem since I was just a tyke." He would have to find a time to go again with Zach and little Lucy. "Mine? Oh it was excellently tiring." How so? Well, he dug into his other pocket to withdraw his wallet before showcasing exactly what he said. Moving and still photos of his newly born daughter, "She's a real beaut, Lucy, at three months old now." Justin's brows furrowed before the nose wrinkled. It rivaled one of his daughter's little surprises left out too long with the odour..... The Groundskeeper had no comment for the old hag other than questioning her belonging. Wait. She was going to be sitting with Moxley now? He thought. Would it be impolite to draw his wand to suck up all these 'fragrances'? He didn't have to think for long as (Cece) spoke. "Ah yes. It's been about time for it to happen." Not that he was still holding over last term's issues. "Merlin, I won't be able to eat with this stench." Duly taking his wand out to wordlessly block the smell from reaching over his side of the table. Chuckling, "Not too bad. Just saved a few from meeting the Squid as always. They were quite taken by pretending to be sailors." (Leo).. Leo, oh Leo, oh Leo. To the outsider the grin on Justin's face could pass as one of sympathy. But he was highly amused at the amount of affection he was wanting. "How about-" The next set of words of acceptance never got to leave his lips. Turning to see the commotion on the other side with Airey being himself. Then the little banter between him and Cece which led Leo to walking right over. Taking a sip of his water, he had to fight a little laughter. Such a beta male, he thought. Maybe if he comes back, Justin could sit by him at last. Too good of a man to not befriend. How does he do it, one may ask. Secrets just naturally seem to flow straight into Justin's ear. Especially from such a pretty lady as (Nana). I… admit, I’m a little overwhelmed. He heard. "Such an important position to fill." Making sure students don't turn their glasses into animals with legs in the same shape and all. "You must be more than qualified for the job I bet." So nothing she couldn't handle, yes? As for him? "Well, according to rumours, this should be my last year of living. Got to make the most of it." Wide grin. Maybe she'll find the humour in that, otherwise- "It gets easier around here." There were a few other seaters too who got some eye contact and chin-raising nods from Justin. Perhaps later on they could get further acquainted as with (Ansley), "Yeah? How long ago was your last set of terms here?" He did look younger, but not as young as a newly graduate of course. |
**Speeeeeeech!** What. in. the. name. of. Merlin? It was bad enough that the "Enough of this," she said, giving Justin an apologetic look for not commenting on his beautiful daughter as she'd wanted to. Sorry, bro. Clearing her throat loudly to end all conversation at the table, the brunette stood and looked down at the students. Magnified voice ready, she then started her very first speech as headmistress. Talk about exciting! “Students, please rise!” Her tone was stern and she lifted her hands as if the motion alone would send each and every Hogwartian up and out of their seats. “Now take one step to your left,” She paused, giving them time to do so. Her gaze was fixed on them, expectant. “Now one step back.” More staring and a brief pause. “Now return to your seats.” … “My dad always said if I was going to be a good leader, I’d need to be able to move a crowd. Looks like I’ve got that under control, am I right?” The Moxinator gave a little giggle!snort and smiled down at the kids. “I want to welcome you all to Hogwarts, students new and old. I’m Professor Meredith Moxley and your interim headmistress. Our thoughts are with Abraham Botros, the former headmaster and beloved professor, while he deals with personal matters. I trust we’ll all behave in a manner he would be proud of.” “I’d like you all to give a warm welcome to the newest additions to the staff. Professor Ichihara for Transfiguration, Professor Hirsch for Defense Against the Dark Arts, Professor Primeaux for Charms, Professor Finch for History of Magic, Professor Draper for Care of Magical Creatures, and Professor Newton for Potions.” Merlin’s beard, that was a lot of people! “Probably would’ve been easier to point out who had returned, eh?” Cue a nervous laugh. SHOOT. She’d forgotten the…the um woman and she had yet to learn her name. Uh… “Oh and a very warm welcome to our new Divination professor. Yes,” She said quickly, vaguely gesturing to the terrifying woman. “With that said, let’s eat! And don’t forget that this term I expect you to have fun, be safe, and make the right decisions!” Moxley out. There was food to be had. |
Julien was teaching...Charms. Roderik? Right? He was the new Defense guy...MERLIN keeping everyone straight would be difficult for his mind! But he was happy to see the new faces! The bright faces! Hehe! Did Moxley say...PAJAMA DAY? Paul BEAMED. "I love pajamas!" He owned exactly 34.5 pairs of pajamas (one of his shirts had been lost forever in the wash. alas.) all of them decorated quite differently! "Make it happen, Meredith!" he said with a wink and.... Well. Ansley was speaking to him! He seemed lovely. Absolutely lovely so far! "Ahhh...I am indeed. I'm in a band. The banjo is something I picked up back in '51 or so..." he couldn't remember exactly now. "It's fun...relaxing...and very therapeutic if I'm having a long and stressful day. I sip my tea and play my banjo." Ahhh. "Are you excited to be teaching here, good sir?" he asked curiously. Nana wanted to be called Nana. GOOD. Paul disliked the surname thing. It felt so FORCED and formal and Paul was neither of those things, like, ever. His attention brought back to Arthur....HE POSITIVELY DIED LAUGHING! NEWTON! Not Newman! "Well..my memory got your name wrong. SO it can't be that great, eh?" he chuckled to himself. "I teach Herbology! And you..?" Though Paul was pretty sure he remembered what Arthur was hired to teach: Potions! One of Paul's favorites! It was Cece! Paul beamed over at her when he heard her voice. He did like talking with her...when she would talk back! "Smell--" he sniffed a little...and then....... Eyed the hag. "I'm pretty sure it's our new friend over there, Cece...not me, I swear. She just sprayed that ghastly perfume..." Hmm. He wondered if anyone had properly welcomed the hag. Was she joining their ranks? He was really glad to see it! Hags deserved rights, too! Poor things. He just wanted to give her a hug....if he get over the smell. And the liver breath she may or may not have. FLAMMY DOWN! FLAMMY DOWN! Paul leaned over the table in concern. "Airey!" he cried, feeling panicked. "Does the man need CPR? IS anyone certified?!" he asked LOUDLY. Precious Leo going to help him, too! He stared at Cece next to him. "It makes sense you're the Slyhterin head of house, m'dear. Cold hearted." And that was that. He wasn't biased against them--Milton was a Slytherin! He slipped out his seat and made his way over towards Airey, peering over at the man. "Leo, do you think he's all right? It was the suit, wasn't it?" he asked sadly. You never touched a man's suit. Or Airey's suit, for that matter. And...Moxley's speech. Well, the woman was doing an excellent job. His heart wasn't completely aflutter in panic, at least. Though, to give a speech while Airey is on the ground...well, Meredith knew what she was doing! |
For Paul and everyone else! The first year wasn't sure if he was supposed to be doing this but he got up from his seat at the Hufflepuff table and walked over towards the professors table anyway. He would have asked his Prefects butt hat wouldn't have been a very good idea, now would it? Nope. Bradson stood towards the middle of the table, about where the headmistress was sitting, he didn't know what person he was really looking for at the moment but he did want to greet all of the professors. Brady may be a sassy Scotsman but his grandmother didn't raise a boy without manners. |
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Crouching down next to Airey on the stone floor Leo tried to remember how the muggles checked if someone was breathing. Placing his head close to Aireys chest he saw to his relief that the man was breathing but still unconsious. Looking up at Paul he said "I think so. Airey just fainted I think. It'd be nice if Cece could come over here with her smelling salts." Wondering if he should put a pillow under Airey's head or not Leo crouched indesicively. "Airey please wake up!" |
Uncle julien With no time at all Torrance hurried over to the Staff Table. Standing directly in front of his Uncle. Tory was totally caught of guard by his Uncle's presence here at School. Hell he was outright terrified that his Grandfather placed him here as a mole of sorts so that He would relay all if his doings, wrong or right back to him. He looked to his left. There was some sad looking fainted guy at the Table, and....ugh Tory gagged. The Ugly Hag from the train. She was there too. He jabbed his index finger at his Uncle. "HI UNCLE!" Tory said throwing on a smile. He quickly looked around at everyone else at the staff table then back again to him. "I just wanted to let you know that I've not done anything Wrong yet, and you can let Grandpa know that it's all cool!" Yup. "Also I'm sorry I didn't go to Ravenclaw like the Hat Suggested!" Tory nodded. It was his decision to be a Lion and the Hat concurred so there. Wasn't his Daughter. Cousin Keeley a former lion. Maybe he'll be forgiven for it then. |
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"Now..what do you need? The food has just appeared--you should be filling your tummy with deliciousness!" he gestured at the Hufflepuff table. He was also not observant of the...food beginning to fly from the Gryffindor table to the other tables. "Who are you, m'boy?" |
What in Merlin's beard was going on here? Julien looked and watched and looked again. He was applauded that adults acted in this way. They did know they were professors and not children, correct? He stayed in his seat with his posture perfectly straight. He was now fully convinced that there was something in the water to make you act the way they were. When the astronomy professor went down, he had about had it. He was just about to lift from his seat and excuse himself, maybe to give his resignation already if this was the standards this school had, when the Headmistress stood for her speech. It was a good speech and then the food distracted him. Looking down to start eating he heard a very loud voice that he knew very well. "Torrance do not point at anyone. It is not polite."He couldn't help but sit back and rest his hands folded on the table, "You have been very loud since going over to that table now you are being loud in front of your professors I'm not sure what your thoughts of behavior our, but that would not be considered okay in mine." Though he might have been placed in the perfect house with the red fainted man screaming before hitting the floor. "You were placed in the house best suited for you. I hope you take that and embrace it. Not all Primeaux's are Ravenclaw. Tonight alone you and your cousin Kaleb were placed in Gryffindor and Benton was placed in Hufflepuff." He gestured toward the table. "How are you enjoying the school so far?" |
Aw Nuts! It seemed that Uncle Julien was already very mad. He wondered what of? Torrance straightened up his posture and held his head high not letting it wander to the ugly hag....okay maybe just once it did. Slight Gag. "Sorry Uncle Julien, sir. I was just excited I guess. Don't tell Grandpa I was Rude." He nodded frantically. "I won't point at no one again." His tone was softer but still loud to try and go over the noise from the House Tables behind him. "I don't mean to shout I'm just really happy, yeah?" Can you blame him. It's the first time he's been to Hogwarts."I want to Make Gryffindor Proud. I'LL BE THE BEST LION IN THE SCHOOL!" He raised his voice intentionally this time. He was bragging, he wanted to make sure the other Professors heard his proclaimation. "Do you like it here Uncle. It seems...." what's the word? There was a lot going on at the Table here too wasn't there. Especially the Dead guy to his Left. "...Weird...W-WITH ALL DUE!!"...QUIETER! ..."...weird with all due respect of course. That guy is Dead" Torrance pointed at the guy getting water splashed on him. Completely forgetting that he told Uncle Julien that he wouldn't point. He realized this grabbed his pointing hand and held it down in from of him. |
Sir Nicholas told us to, I swear *mellow* Sir Nicholas said they were defending the Headmistress and the honour of the school AND his fallen Head of House. Those were fighting words. This was war and the Gryffindor had begun hurling food at the hag (Ursula) like he was told to. ...Aim...being the operative word...and his happened to be shoddy BUT Blaise was determined and there was a line of food heading for the possible child eating, Headmistress dishonouring, Head of House faint making old woman. Only her, he wasn't trying to get a year of detention, just aiming for the Hag that must have done something to provoke the wrath of Gryffindor if Nick's cries were anything to go off of. |
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He nodded at his nephew glad he was understanding what respect was. Now if he could get through to many of the other students. He was glad now seeing what this school had come to since he had left that his own daughter graduated without any issues. Keely was working with her mother and he was very proud. His goal now was to help bring order to this place before Juni came. "I won't be telling your grandfather anything that goes on here. You will if need be. I am not an owl for you." He would make sure his own family were treated just as the rest. "I am glad you are happy and excited about school. It is excited to attend one of the best wizarding schools, but we can not forget our manners while doing it." He would encourage his nephews to have fun, but he expected them to follow rules as well. "I know you will be." He was a Primeaux even if his name didn't say it, so he knew he would give his all and do his best. Looking around at the staff table he nodded a bit trying not to look too frazzled, "Still adjusting, but in do time it will be alright. Order will come. Just like at home." He had three kids, four when Torrance was living with him, he could handle this, he hoped at least and it was obvious Hogwarts needed his assistance on bringing back the order of adults as much as the students. "He's not dead Torrance, he is just passed out I'm afraid." Should he say that it was his head of house? No, he'd let him find that out later on hopefully more respectable terms for the man. |
A smile crept onto Cece's face as Justin spoke to her. "Yes, it is about time it happens. I do believe we are going to have lots of fun tonight." They would be in a place they wouldn't have to worry about rancid smells ruining their night. And speaking of stench at the table, Cece looked in the direction of the person Paul was accusing of his smell then looked back at him. "And I suppose some of her perfume just so happened to hit you from all the way over there." Nice try plant man. Cecelia just rolled her eyes when Leo rambled on about that ridiculous tie and other this Cassie had given him. If the man wanted to look ridiculous then so be it. It wasn't like he had the best taste in anything anyway. After all, the man was going to marry that nutter who gave him that tie. Oh geesh, and now Leo was the one being the damn drama llama here. Even with the astronut laying quietly on the floor, things still weren't peaceful around her. "Oh calm yourself Kitridge. Do you honestly think I would leave him laying over there if I for one second thought there was something seriously wrong with the man." That was more of a statement than it was a question. For a man who was supposed to be so smart,he sure was an idiot. And then there was Myers being all dramatic. "Oh dear man, you haven't seen cold hearted yet," she retorted as she got up out of her seat. Oops! Was that his precious banjo she just accidentaly knocked to the floor and broke? What a shame. Someone should tell the old man not to bring his toys to dinner. Not rushing at all, Cece finally made her way over to Flamsteed. "Oh get out of the way you two," she said as she pushed Leo and Paul out of the way. "Water is not what Flamsteed needs," she said as she pulled something out of her pocket. "What he needs is to stop being such a big baby when it comes to his ridiculous suits." And with that remark she popped the top off the little bottle in her hand and ran it under his nose. Now THAT was a stench that would wake the dead. Or those pretending to be dead. Now get off the floor and act like a man Flamsteed! |
As she sat in her seat Ursula couldn't help but feel it's comfort, but she would be much happier if she could have something good to eat in front of her. The day had been long and the smells of the train so delicious. Looking out and around the hall she noticed some taste morsels. Hearing the other adults at the table she turned in her seat and cackled, "That was will need more then smelling salts dearies. He is weak and getting weaker. He will be done in terms time. You will not see him here again." Reaching into her bag she pulled out a can of small cat food. "This will do the trick for him." When the woman next to her started talking she cleared her through, "Black, Ursula Black is the name you shall never forget." A warning eye went around, no they should not forget her name. When the food showed up Ursula started to eat quickly and very messy. Food was going all over her rags and onto the people around her. "Would the cooks be able to make liver next time?" What was that? Things were flying at her? She rose from her seat staring at the table that food was coming from. Her finger pointing towards them and cackles coming. "I sense great choking in your future. Plants will come to find you." Food wasn't going to waste though. She picked up the pieces and shoved them in her bag, then started putting pieces from her plate in the bag. |
Austin wasn't really sure where to go, or who to talk to. Surely everyone can see the fight that has erupted. But there seemed to be a lot going on here as well. It looked like Admiral Flamsteed was on he ground. Was he... passed out? What was going on today?? "Um excuse me," He cleared his throat. "Excuse me? I know there's a lot going on here, but um, there's a uh... food fight going on." He pointed a thumb behind him at the Ravenclaw and Gryffindor tables. He himself was covered in mashed potatoes, and something that smelt like gravy. Which, sadly, didn't over power the scent that was coming from the new Divination professor. She really needed a bath. "I wasn't sure what to do, so I just came up here to get one of you." He looked towards Mr. Kitridge, his head of house, hoping he would step in. All this confrontation with the new professors made him uncomfortable. |
Uncloned from the Lion Table. Order right. Torrance stood straight still hands to his sides which were pressing against all the now squished food lining his pockets. "Thank you Uncle Julien. I won't disappoint you, or have to Owl Grandpa for wrong doings promised. I can help yout bring order to the Scool Too!" It seemed he wasn't the only one taking Sir Ghost Nick's words to heart. Torrance had planned to come up and see Uncle Julien as a Cover to attack the Ugly Hag with Food, but now he was stuck with giving his Uncle his word of Honor to keep order. Blasted words!! What was he to do now? "Maybe I could help wake up the not really dead guy? Mister Sir Nick said he was my Head of House?" if he couldn't exact revenge on the Ugly Hag the best next option would be to help his Fallen Leader as food began to fling all around them. |
DROWNING! HE WAS DROWNING! WHY WAS THERE A LEAK ON THE INTERNATIONAL SPACE STATION?! WHAT IN ORION'S BELT WAS GOING ON?!Peaceful. Everything was so peaceful where the astronomer was. Floating in space and looking down at Earth through one of the windows on the International Space Station. And look at that! Europe was coming up soon so he could be a complete doofus and wave down at Medea and their ch--- Sputtering and making all sorts of disgusting noises that resembled a horde of toads being thrown into a muggle wood chipper, the Astronomy professor opened his eyes and tried to regain his bearings with something horrendous smelling was shoved under his nose. "GAAAAAAAAAH!" he roared, slapping away at whatever it was that was filling his nostrils with that foul odor. Things started coming into focus, although the dull throbbing coming from his head was making this a little more difficult to achieve, but the man just found himself confused. Why was he lying down? Who was....oh...HELLO ...er...Cece... Averting his eyes, ears turning another shade of red, all the sounds of the Great Hall began filling his ears - including a certain battle cry coming from. "Sir Nicholas?" Sitting up, Airey held his head in his hands for a moment until bits of food here and there found there way to his side of the floor. OH LOOK, PEBBLES! Gleefully scooping her up, Airey became a bit woozy again at the sudden movement but eventually looked out to the Great Hall. HAD HE KNOCKED HIS HEAD AND TIME TRAVELED?! Looking down at himself, he found temporary relief in that he was NOT in fact wearing a pirate costume...but soon was rigid again at seeing the SPOT on his suit from that WOMAN who was not apparently on staff. AND NOW HIS SUIT WAS WET TOO! Crawling to his knees, Airey attempted to stand up and only managed to knock his head on the under side of the table. Cursing and muttering under his breath, his eyes dilated as he looked out to the Great Hall again and saw Mr. Bellaire throw food TOWARDS THE STAFF TABLE. Not to mention all the students on tables, under tables, throwing this and that, crying, and MERLIN knew what else. HE HAD BEEN THROUGH THIS ONCE BEFORE! EVEN IF HE HADN'T REMEMBERED IT! AND WOKEN UP LOCKED IN A CLOSE! NEVER AGAIN! Throwing Meri-berry a wild look, he searched his enchanted breast pocket for his wand and thrust it upwards towards the ceiling of the Great Hall. "UMBRELLAS UP, PROFESSORS!" he instructed, giving very little warning before a jolt of blue light shot out of his wand and towards the enchanted ceiling. It took a few moments, but soon the clear starry sky displayed clouded over with thick black clouds. Crashing together, tiny jolts of lightning shot from the ceiling (but coming NO WHERE near any students) and the rumble of enchanted thunder seeming caused the Great Hall to shake. And then...came the rain. The steady unpleasant fall of cold rain upon the entire Great Hall. |
Ursula. OF COURSE. "Ever heard of the Little Mermaid..." Just saying, there were some definite similarities there. Ahem. Now to act like she wasn't about to vom over the disgusting smell of cat fo- OH. HECK. NO. It had to be on her first feast as Headmistress. HAD TO BE THE MOXINATOR. And truth be told, she was having all KINDS of inner turmoil because the ghost of little Meredith Moxley, Gryffindor, was ROARING with pride and okay, she KIND of wanted to cheer for the little jerks who'd starting throwing food. WE SEE YOU, BABY LIONS. But she ALSO realized that this was NOT acceptable behavior from an adult AND from students meant to be following RULES in a school environment so the STRUGGLE WAS REAL but responsibility was winning out. ...Almost. Noting the little renegade tossing food at the Hag, Moxley casually turned her back to the woman and tossed JUST A LITTLE bit of mashed 'taters over her shoulder. LITTLE BIT. Not noticeable, OKAY? And moments later she turned to the POOR WOMAN and gasped. "KIDS THESE DAYS!" ...Was she stealing the cutlery? "That um.." She ducked a roll that had been horribly thrown, btw. No athleticism at all. "Belongs to the school. You can't take that." Oh look, Airey was up! Good, he could be responsible for craziness and she could...help. Yes, she had to help. Just in time for ... Standing up, the brunette raised her wand and squinted. "I did NOT leave the south side (of London) for THIS!" And umbrellas up indeed. Lucky she always came prepared. Staff drills, you know. |
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Things were just out of control, he couldn't not ignore it anymore. It was getting crazy out at the tables and no one was doing anything up here to stop it. Points needed to be taken from all tables doing this and detentions, full house detentions needed to be served. This is how we showed leadership? Julien could not even process any of this. He looked back to his nephew, "Good and by the looks of things, I think you need to collect your cousins and tell them to get near their prefects to head to their common rooms. I do not expect to have to deal with any of you three in these issues going on." With that he got up, the Gryffindor head of house just made it rain where a feast was going. The food was ruined, the students were more like animals then children, and he had enough. Turning to the headmistress he couldn't help but shake his head. "I hope this isn't a norm for this school. I have expect a bit more order." He really wasn't trying to be disrespectful but this was beyond out of control and was she just putting up an umbrella. He assumed the heads of house could handle their own houses, it was their job and the prefects, merlin help them, could help with that. He was not ruining a suit or dealing with chaos any longer. "I will walk you to find your Prefect Torrance so that you don't get caught up in this mess." He would do that and then he was going to be done with this disaster and hope the rest of the term wasn't like this or he might be asking for his job at the prep school back. Merlin.... |
*just reacting la la la* Why the Emaciated Santa Man was scooting away from James was beyond him…. House warming gift? ”Thanks?” though his tone indicated no thanks all. This one was a nut too. ”I never have unwanted animal dandruff on my clothes,” who did this man think he was? The lint roller would be tossed the moment James made it back to his office. It was ridiculous and insulting. And the man was definitely a nut. Which was confirmed after his high pitch shrieking commenced and the man fell right to the ground. Good. Honestly, James liked him better that way. It was too dramatic for James' taste, but at least the shrieking was put to an end. AND finally the speech. And food. But before James could even reach to grab anything, he heard it. THE GRYFFINDOR BATTLE CRY. And he was NOT amused. Of course, back in his Hogwarts days James probably would’ve been one of those behind the food fight plan in the first place. Though uh, there was quite a lot of growing up he did between then and now. And now, adult James was angry. Angry because there were kids running up to the table and there was food being flung everywhere and ah, here comes the migraine. Was it too early to quit? Because clearly he had entered the nuthouse here. Though he wasn't a quitter and he had every intention to whip every single one of those hooligans into shape. But before he could even start yelling, because he wanted to yell believe him, Father Christmas shot back up in there and continued with the dramatics. Though this time, it was almost appreciated. ….. Umbrellas up?????? UMBRELLAS UP????? ….. If he was meant to bring an umbrella to dinner, he had no idea. Which meant now he was wet. That’s right, Professor James Draper was eyeing EVERY SINGLE PERSON from his raised seat at the dais. He was angry. He was still suffocating thanks to that horrid smell coming from the hag perfume that had attacked Santa Claus over here. And he was soaking wet. Not okay. |
It had all happened so fast, Ansley wasn't sure how any of it even started. Chaos. Ridiculous chaos was the only way he could describe it. He had just turned to Paul to talk to him about his banjo when his attention had been diverted by screaming at the other end of the staff table. What.. was going on? And then the Astronomy professor was down. Paying little attention to the conversation on either side of him, Ansley leaned back in his seat a little to watch the scene unfold with concern. Others eventually came to the man's aid, so he saw little need to do so as well, instead turning his attention to the Headmistress as she made her speech, giving a half-wave to the students as his name was mentioned. He couldn't help but notice how terribly unwelcoming some were being to the um, new Divination teacher. Sure she was weird, but it was rude to point it out. To each their own, right? Diving in to his own meal, he didn't immediately notice the bad behavior of the students, until some exceptionally loud ones came up to the table, and he caught sight of some flying potatoes as he looked up. A food fight? Really? He looked down the end of the staff table. Was no one going to put an end to this behavior? He wasn't so sure he was up to the task, being new and not anyone's head of house, but surely he couldn't eat his meal amid all the ruckus. And then reprieve (?) came in the form of rain. He was not really expected to eat holding an umbrella? Ansley quickly cast a shield over his head so not to get wet any further and sat, first looking out at the Great Hall, then down at his plate. Hopefully this was not a sign of things to come for the rest of the term.. but he had enough excitement for one evening. His wand holding the shield over him like an umbrella, he picked up his plate with his other hand and rose from the table. "You'll all have to excuse me," he said apologetically to his table mates, offering a smile to show his good humor though he was a bit annoyed internally. "I"m off to find drier ground." Like maybe his office. It'd be nice and quiet there too, right? Surely no one would fault him, and besides, he had already done an extra duty chaperoning the train. |
What, find his cousins then his prefects...then go to the common room? "BUT UNCLE! Sir, the prefects are the enemy. They were what caused the food fight." Torrance was not going to look uncool consorting with the Enemy in front of all of his new friends. "If we want order shouldn't you start from the top and go down their chain of co...." Whoa booming thunder and lightning came crashing around the great hall along with a heavy downpour. The young newly sorted lion easily distracted as he is just stopped pleading with his uncle and watched all the lightning strike around the room. It wasn't hitting anyone which was even cooler. He has to learn that one. It was his Head of House who started it yeah? He will learn all he can from ....ooooooooh that Lightning went Horizontal. He heard that they could do that sometimes but never thought he'd get to see it up close or as produced by Magic. Torrance was now completely silent. He looked like a drowning Turkey staring up into the dark stormy sky. |
SPOILER!!: Lady Murdoch The Baron quickly made his way to the staff table. "Excuse me Lady Murdoch, but your presence is needed at the Slytherin table immediately. It seems we have a couple of rogue students down there." Those students were in for it now. He knew how this woman was, she would not take lightly they way those brats were acting. |
*catches up* Text Cut: Before speech: Tiara, Ansley, Nana, Art, mentions of the Airey fainting situation, Hag, Justin Oh, a speech! Those were always... ... fun. Regardless, Roderik listened to what Meredith had to say, even letting out a few snorts here and there. When his name was mentioned, the Defence Against the Dark Arts professor smiled wide at the student body in general, his dimples making an appearance through his facial hair. Hello. The smile only widened when the Headmistress announced the arrival of food! Thank Merlin, because if he had to wait any longer- ... The Hag was spraying him with food. Food. On his shirt. He stared at her, aghast and not quite believing that someone could be so....... wild. It made him feel sick just to watch her go at the food as if she hadn't eaten in a while. Merlin. Not even the battle cry at one of the tables could distract him right now. Oh, there were words he wanted to say that were not appropriate for students to hear. Because they were here. Students. Right up at the dais itself. Was this normal? At this point, the man was starting to believe that anything crazy was considered normal for this school so he just watched the kids, especially one (Blaise) in particular who was throwing something straight... ..... at... ............ the hag. No force in the universe could stop Roderik from roaring into laughter. Sure, he was recoiling away from her but he was also doing nothing whatsoever to stop the attack. Sorry, Hag, you and your crazy predictions are on your own here. But the food fight that had started at the tables and made its way up here? Priceless. So priceless, in fact, that Roderik had made a grab for the bowl of popcorn chicken near him - appropriate, no? - and was about to munch on it when....... ...... when had Airey gotten up, exactly? Frankly, Roderik was a little surprised at the man's sudden alertness and he watched as the man took out his wand and made it... ... uh oh. Was that lightning? And rain? Using his quick reflexes, the Defence Professor cast a shield charm around himself and the bowl he was holding. Merlin, what a dramatic feast indeed. So dramatic, that people were even leaving the damp and soggy scene. Could he do the same? He had a date with some chicken nuggets and he certainly couldn't eat it what with the horrid smell coming from the person sitting next to him. |
BEFORE "THE VULCAN SALUTE!" Art yelled. Oops. Ehh. He held up his well-practiced Vulcan Salure in return to the.. the... whoever that man was (Airey). Art couldn't help but grin at his golden oldie pal's laughter. He tapped his own head and said "Well-well, you know, sometimes your brain has to let go of some of the information to learn new information." He nodded, and stopped tapping on his head. He didn't want a headache. "It's okay to forget things." Well, unless it was forgetting things like the previous Headmaster. Yes, he had read about it in the newspaper. "Ahhh herBOLogy," he said, his grin spreading across his face again. He shuffled his position a bit, not wanting his joints to get stiff in the same position. "I'll uh... I'll hav-have to come by and... and uhh... and speak to you about some things." He loved Herbology, and he loved talking about it. "Me? Oh, Potions," he said with a nod. Now, anger was rarely in Art's nature. But this... old hag was really doing it for him. Stupid prophesies, mumbo jumbo. He sat back down, determined to ignore her, and quite thankful that he was almost as far away from her as possible. Perhaps he could re-position himself to the other side of his neighbour? Actually, that was a good idea. He stood up, and slowly moved his chair to the edge of the table. He went back to get his plate, cup, cutlery etc. and moved it there too. Now he was as far away from the old hag as he could get. NOW Just in time for the speech... which was nice. Art clapped at the right moments, and felt Madame Curie clap too. Yes, she was a good clapper. "Oh Great Scott.. NO!" he said, slamming his hand on the table. That... that.. that... THING was going to be TEACHING at the school? But... he was at least able to divert his attention from the problems, to his food. Yes, he was starving. He tucked his napkin into his sweater and started eating the delicious food... completely ignoring what was going on around him... until... What was that young boy (Blaise) doing? He was... he was... Art almost leapt out of his seat as the little kid threw some food, directed at the old hag. "YOU GO! GET HER! GET HER!" he cheered. Wait... was that allowed? It didn't matter. Because his stomach wasn't quite finished with the food, so he sat back down to eat it. Until... until it started to... leak. The ceiling was LEAKING. He looked up and saw that, actually, it was raining. And all around him, umbrellas were popping out? Seriously? He looked back up at the raining ceiling, letting the drops of water fall over his face. It was refreshing. |
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And it seemed not even an enchanted thunderstorm could stop the Gryffindors, Merlin love them. Moxley would love them too had it not been her that had to deal with the grumpy staff happening right now. She got it, she did, kids were the wooooorst but they were just that, KIDS. Also Hogwarts was far from a civilized place. Any Daily Prophet story about the place EVER pretty much attested to that. Mad house, this was. It wasn't a secret and Moxley wasn't going to apologize. She'd hired these wonderful people "ENOUGH." Eyeing those still at the table, the brunette announced, "The Bloody Baron and I are on the same page. I'd like all the heads to please go down and try to round up the students as best you can. Airey-" He had this. She didn't need to tell the man who'd started the whole debacle. He practically had steam coming out of his ears. As for the child..."I'd advise you to go back to your table and stay out of Professor Flamsteed's way." Shoo. As far as she was concerned, the feast was over. It was time to get this place under control so they could get out of here. "The rest of you, please feel free to go and get dried off. I'm sure the house elves wouldn't mind bringing some food back to your offices, if you ask it." Heck of a first feast in charge, that was for sure. |
There was a crunch. A familiar crunch of a broken banjo that Paul was TOO FAMILIAR WITH. He looked over towards where Cece had just scooted out from--- And there it was. His banjo. Crushed. Had she stepped on it? Paul felt his lower lip trembling......... HOLD. IT. TOGETHER. And he did, because he was fifty-six years old, not six, and he could fix it later...possibly. With magic and love. Airey seemed okay now....but with deflated spirits (much reflected in the now raining Great Hall) Paul went to check on his puffers, as the headmistress had just...asked them to do. A single tear may or may not have been shed. He didn't even bother to block the rain. The raindrops falling upon his head matched his crying soul, damp and wet with despair. |
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His eyes didn't widen when his nephew said the words, he wasn't surprised at all given the leadership he had seen already here. He turned towards the Gryffindor Head of house, "My nephew is saying that the prefects may have started this. I'm sure you will take care of it." His nephew was rambunctious he knew well, but lying, he hoped he wouldn't do. The consequences for him would be more with him here if he caught him in a lie. Moving to the other side head to the other side of the table, he heard the potion masters loud cheers. No, this was ridiculous. He wouldn't stand for it. "Respect is taught from the adults, and no matter your feelings a staff member is a team member. You should be showing leadership to these students and respect to your coworker not helping with the harm and chaos that is going on here." Was this really how this place worked? Yes he was going to owl his old school tonight. To think he left a position that he was to be promoted in for this. Hearing the headmistress he turned back to his nephew. "Go back to the table as she requested and if you need anything my office is on the third floor. That goes for Kaleb and Benton as well." He nodded to him, looked to the hag to see if he might be of some help, but she seemed to be doing alright on her own. So he stepped away and headed out of the hall. |
Torrance unaware of his surrounding. He kept on looking at all the lightning and Rain. Listening to the Thunder and the feel of the rain on his face it was he was in a Power Metal song. He just knew he was. Minus the food stuffed in his pants pockets. This was a dream come true, until a familiar voice snapped him back into Reality. "First Floor Got it!" that's what Uncle Julien said. At Least Through All The Thunder was what he made out. Tory would make sure to relay that info to his cousins for sure. No Failing that guy...Uncle Julien was way to scarey if you did something wrong. Torrance waved his uncle good-bye and hurried back to the table. Sliding on a puddle formed in front of him for max speed. |
Nostrils flaring and THE VEIN rivaling Hellas Planitia for visibility, Airey's blue eyes snapped to the Gryffindor table where he SAW Mr. Bellaire and THAT unfavorable expression. The expression of someone caught with their hand in the cookie jar except THERE WERE NO COOKIES LEFT BECAUSE THEY WERE MUSHY MESSES ON THE FLOOR! GUILTY! At least the boy had the sense to stop, although the same could not be said for the rest of his house and while the man was all for a bit of chaotic fun...well...words were about to be exchanged. E X C H A N G E D. "I have serious doubts that my prefects had anything to do with the initiation of all this," he snorted through grit teeth at Julien. But MERLIN help them if they were because he would have their badges. All three of them. NOT LIKE IT HADN'T HAPPENED BEFORE! Meri-berry didn't even have to finish her sentence before the suited astronomer began making his bulldozed his way down the dais with Pebbles tucked under his arm. |
Gosh, I missed a lot today! Text Cut: All the Flammy Twitchy. That was how she would describe this man. His eyes kept roaming all over the place, but mostly right past her, though that seat was empty. She avoided rolling her around to look for herself. "Well, you certainly had a much more professionally productive holiday than I did, Airey! Though I think I am refreshed and ready to go for a new year more than I normally am, which is something." But she still felt a bit guilty for her lack doing.. almost anything. Oh! The empty chair! That's what he had been referencing. "Yes, that seat is empty again. Quite unfortunate, really. I rather enjoyed having company on both sides," she said, though it had been two years now. "I am very grateful to be seated right next to you on my other side, then. Otherwise I'd be left all alone with my somewhat troubled thoughts." No, she really wasn't picking up on it. And then of course Airey had to go and be all... himself. "WHY am I getting death glares for trying to HELP you, Airey? Calm down and relax!" she said, still trying to siphon off the extra smell. Well, he had to go and take her literally. And faint. Next thing she knew, Leobald was on the scene, and he was closely followed by Cecelia. Though it seemed as if the Healer were not there willingly, which seemed ridiculous. But a noise out in the Hall caught her attention, and suddenly Tiara understood the delay. Mass chaos was breaking out all around. But fortunately, at least one crisis seemed to be averted. Flamsteed was awake. Text Cut: Even MOAR Flammy Then things began to happen faster than she could keep track of. Airey was awake, but muttering something about Sir Nick (who wasn't even here - can you say concussion?). Next a student was actually throwing food AT THE STAFF, which was surely grounds for all sorts of detention. And finally, Airey was on his feet yelling something about umbrellas. It was official. Flamsteed had lost what few marbles he had left. Or so she thought until she realized it was about to pour in the Great Hall. Somehow she had misplaced her wand in all the hubbub with Airey, and the first drops had begun to hit her head before she found it. "Protego!" she shouted, directing her shield over her head. Quote:
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Brady looked around, he even stood on his tip toes, he wasn't short for his age, he thought he was average but he was taller than most boys and girls in his year, well that he's noticed so far. There he was! "Hello Sir! I heard you play banjo!." Brady nodded and grinned. |
*declones, apparently* James stopped paying attention the moment Meredith announced that other staff were allowed to leave. This was loads of fun, as you could probably tell by the scowl gracing his face, but James was quite looking forward to heading back to his office and getting some well deserved sleep. At no point in his interview did anyone mention that he'd have to sit through something as catastrophic as this. He did, however, have to give credit where it was due. Santa Claus didn't look so jolly anymore. Actually, James was incredibly impressed with the way the man stormed down to the red table. That was enough to almost redeem him for that foolish shrieking only moments ago. Well done, Saint Nick. As for himself, he was dripping from head to toe at this point and he was way past annoyed. So he quickly stood up from his chair, nodded at the others sat at the table and made his wait out of the great hall. First he would take a warm shower. Second he would put on dry clothes. And third he would begin planning a few lessons with the intention of shaping up the horribly behaved children. Discipline. James was going to make sure they learned about more than just Creatures in his lessons. |
Talk about ending with grace. Hah. The time for casual small talk was over with the feast as the thunder sounded on top of the food fight and other unmentionables going on. Lazily, he drew out an invisible umbrella shield as the food appeared. Justin didn't wait out this long for a meal only to waste it on the elves to clean up. "..I'll make sure everything's set up." He let out before (Cece) departed towards the table. After all the show must go on even if it'll have less participates from the looks of things. Right before he departed though, Justin scooped up some nice bacon, chips, and potatoes, and other good food before heading away from the table. |
*declones* Eagles here we come.... Not a moment too soon Cece joined him and Paul by Airey's side and took control of the situation. He registered the comments she made to him but they didn't stick. He was just so relieved when Airey opened his eyes and clamoured up on to his feet. While Leo and Paul had been seeing to their fallen colleague Meredith had give the speech which was why he when he turned to get back to his seat saw all the food that made his mouth water and his stomach grumble in unison. Quote:
Rounding the table Leo glanced over at the headmistress before taking his leave. "Lovely speech Meredith! I need to tend to the situation down at the eagle table. Order needs to be restored and food cleaned up! If anyone needs me that is where I'll be with my eagles." Wand in hand Leo started to make his way down from the dais to the Eagle table. He'd have to eat a late dinner in his office. |
"The school has plenty of food and I bet your house elves can boil you up some new things lickety–split. Just taking these to eat later. Feast will end soon." She eyed all around as things started to turn more and more chaotic. Her cackles growing as loud as the children. The rain was even welcoming. She continued to sit and eat until she heard the words of the adult at the other end of the table. "Go my pet" Her bird left her shoulder and went towards the potion master. Landing in front of him and eyeing his rat. She stood as the woman in charge said to leave, "Things have started, danger is here, and you can't do anything about that. You have no control." With that she exited the staff and headed back up toward the great hall doors. Stopping and turning to look at the staff with her long fingers she waved, her bird flew back to her shoulder, and cackling she left the castle. |
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