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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Nov 11, 2007 19:01:49 GMT -5
The tables set and students filing in with Professor Shellivia Nos Taronin, Elsbeth was content to know that everything was running according to schedule.
It was to be the beginning of a new year. A year since the Wizarding World's hero, Harry Potter, had died in a tragic car accident. A big loss, surely, but the world moves on, and students come and go.
The new First Year students would arrive shortly, with the new Groundskeeper, Draelynn Hiammgry, and the Deputy Headmaster, Orynn Novim. It was something to look forward to.
Though she was new to the job, and anxious for her own position, she was ecstatic at the prospect of being able to mold new minds and teach a new generation of Witches and Wizards.
Seated in the middle of the staff table, Elsbeth watched as the older students seated themselves at their respective tables, and socialized during the wait for the youngsters.
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Post by Dónall Kennedy on Nov 11, 2007 19:16:10 GMT -5
Dónall walked into the Great Hall without so much as a twitch of his pursed lips. He showed no emotion; he wasn't happy to be back in school, and even less ecstatic at the prospect of siting with his peers and listening to a boring speech and watching the Sorting Ceremony. The sooner he could get to his Dorm, the better.
He walked right past the rest of his House-Mates and sat himself down at the far end of the table, furthest away from the other House tables and staff table. His 'friend' seated himself a few seats down, already trained to know not to sit too close, lest Dónall lashed out at something he would say or do. Don's House-Mates knew to keep a comfortable distance from the boy; they had all mostly been on the recieving end of his 'tantrums' at some point or another.
Don sat silently, watching the commotion around the room. Bored out of his mind, he wished he could be outside by the lake, under his favorite tree, with a good book. Soon enough, he'd get back into his school routine.
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Post by Dr. Althea Lannsman on Nov 11, 2007 22:26:01 GMT -5
The school nurse was dressed in her uniform: dark green robes over which she sported a full white long apron. She sat at the end of the staff table next to Nicholas, tending to her three children that been set up at the very end of the table. Both Vincent, 5 years old, and Isabelle, 3 years old, sat on booster seats while their youngest, one-year-old Edward babbled contently in a highchair next to his mother. He waved his pudgy hands about as Althea tickled his sides, making baby noises back at him as he giggled.
Vincent and Isabelle looked around in amazement and silent awe at the large beautiful hall who's ceiling was enchanted to look like the starry night sky. All of the Lannsman's children were dressed for the occasion. Little Isabelle's straight dark hair was tied up in ribbons that matched her frilly dress and Vincent fussed with his hand knit sweater, while the youngest wore a similar sweater to his brother's.
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Post by Nicholas Gawain Lannsman on Nov 11, 2007 23:39:56 GMT -5
Nicholas beamed as his youngest child giggled, being tickled by his wife. He looked odd at the table, his cheery smile and disposition a complete contrast to his completely black, and imposing garb. Everything from his boots, belt, and robes were black; even his bow that kept his hair from his face was that same dark color. He quickly turned his smile towards his wife and quickly gave her a tender kiss on the cheek, reminding her afterwards how much he loved her.
Soon after his gaze turned towards some of the gathering students. Nicholas waved a few times, smiling to some of the other students that came into the Hall smiled in his direction.
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Post by Zea Winters on Nov 11, 2007 23:58:49 GMT -5
Zea was seated at the opposite end of the table from Nicholas and the children, an empty seat between her and the Headmistress.
She was dressed to the nines in Ravenclaw colours - dress robes of deep blue with bronze piping. She tugged up the rather low-cut (by her standards) bodice of the robes with a mutinous expression on her face, much like a belligerent little girl forced to wear a party dress when she'd rather roll about in the mud in jeans. Her hair was "tame" by normal standards, but still managed to be an impressive mane of blonde curls.
She put her elbow on the table and leaned into it. She smiled at the students, giving a wink to a Ravenclaw student who was gazing up at her.
Her stomach growled, rather loudly and ungracefully, and she looked around, hoping no one had heard.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 12, 2007 0:17:20 GMT -5
Alright Aesir, remain cool, remain calm. Remember, they don't know you that well, so there's no need to be that much on the defensive. Follow the students, there no way you can get lost. Sure it' a castle but still, there's-
With a sudden halt, both physical and mental, that would put a skydiver hitting the ground without a parachute to shame, he stood with his mouth slightly agape as he looked into the great hall in all of it's magical glory.
It took him a few moments to gather his shattered wits. He shook his head and took his first steps into the hall, letting out an impressed whistle for a moment. He continued walking in between the rows of students, some whispering to each other and pointing to the 'Crazy Man from the train'.
He grinned inwardly at the title, which seemed to anchor himself back from the daydreaming state he'd been in.
Aesir looked to the table of professors, taking a look at the faculty. There seemed to be a horrendously adorable married couple with their kids there. The husband looked like he could of been a pro Beater, and looked like he would be strong enough to snap Aesir's broom in half without much effort, the wife a woman in dark green robes who seemed nice enough, but who had a bearing of authority about her.
Wonder whose in charge of who in that marriage.
His gaze wandered across the table to a familiar face that stopped him dead in his tracks.
No, it couldn't be.
Aesir's devilish grin rose up as he swaggered the rest of the way towards the table.
I didn't know Elsbeth worked here.
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Post by Zea Winters on Nov 12, 2007 0:24:39 GMT -5
Zea glanced up, hearing a loud whistle. Dwarfing a group of students was a rather handsome man, who looked around the Great Hall in wonder, then took in the table of professors. He seemed to stop in his tracks when he saw Elsbeth.
Hmm. Wonder if there's anything going on there. If not, wonder if he's single. No, bad thoughts. We don't have bad thoughts. Must remain respectable whilst teaching. Shall slap self on wrist later.
She turned her gaze back to the students, but kept watching the strange man out of the corner of her eye.
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Nov 12, 2007 7:07:43 GMT -5
As Elsbeth's eyes scanned the crowd of students, her eyes were directed toward a very familiar head of fiery red hair. She had been in mid sip of her pumpkin juice, the only food item the house-elves had sent in so far, but at that point she pracitically sprayed it out her nose. How very ungraceful of her...
'Merlin's beard, this can't be happening.' she thought to herself. 'I hired this arrogant prat?!'
Placing her goblet back on the table and discreetly wiping her mouth with her napkin she glanced back up every few seconds trying not to seem too obvious. She wondered how in the world she had managed to hire such a man and she really did think it was about time she learned just who this man really was. That was fine, seeing as he was making his way toward the Staff table, already.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 12, 2007 10:17:31 GMT -5
His swagger took him to the elevated platform. Instead of going for the stairs, he simply slung his broom forward, held the end of it and flew up the few feet onto the platform before slinging it right back over his shoulder again. With his grin plastered on his face, he moved to the table, putting one hand on it as he leaned casually against it.
"Well, this is a pleasant surprise, Elsbeth! How've ye been? Its been a while." he began, sounded like they were old friends who hadn't seen each other in ages. Aesir's eyes drifted for a moment to the blond woman to the left, but only for a moment before he looked back to Elsbeth.
Well, well, well. Remember Aesir, ye might be plannin' on Elsbeth, but what ye plan an' what happens ain't always similar. Ye got ter keep yer options open.
In his mind, his smile grew all the wider.
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Post by Madame Minka Davinmir on Nov 12, 2007 12:14:53 GMT -5
Minka sat in the space at the staff table directly facing House Hufflepuff's House table. Her wavy salt and pepper hair was braided and slicked back, bound by a silk scarf giving her a stern look. The middle aged gypsy smiled at no one, as she fiddled with her gold loop earrings, as she watched the children filter into the hall.
The red haired man caught her eye. She shook her head as she watched him hover towards the platform instead of walk. Minka looked down the table at her fellow professors inevitably resting her eyes on the happy family at the far end and cringed when the baby's high pitched giggles reached her ears.
What is wrong with this school? No sense of formality, aside from the children's uniforms. This type of behavior especially from the faculty would not be accepted at Durmstrag... This Hufflepuff bunch better be well behaved, if I am to be in charge of them. The staff is so young...
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Post by Arcturus MacDougal on Nov 12, 2007 14:38:51 GMT -5
Arcturus walked into the Hall with the assured stride of someone who knew what was going on. He enjoyed Hogwarts, tried to find out all he could about it, and Starting Feasts were old hat for him. Didn't mean he didn't enjoy them though.
He went and sat down at his table, glancing up at the staff table. Some new faces this year. Should be fun. That guy looks awesome, he thought as he looked at a man with vibrant red hair and a broomstick slung over his shoulder. He recognized a few teachers he already knew. He grinned at Nick.
Finally he looked at the scared group of first-years. They look so small...so afraid...so...pitiful. I hope I didn't look like that.
He waited eagerly for the Sorting to end so that he could eat.
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Nov 12, 2007 15:30:23 GMT -5
"Yes, it has been quite a while. Not long enough, don't you think?," she said coolly, trying not to reveal how she really felt. She was ecstatic at the chance to finally get him back for the stunt he pulled in Diagon Alley.
She was quite certain he was the new Flying Instructor, seeing as he had a broom with him. So, that would make him... "Aesir MaCleod, I presume?" and with that she stuck out her hand in a very business like fashion and awaited his reaction.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 12, 2007 16:14:09 GMT -5
Ah, still a little sore from our last encounter huh? Well, we'll see if I can smooth things over.
He gently took her hand and gave it a firm shake. "Aye, that be my name. I'm glad ye found it, I was so lost without it. And if it hasn't been long enough, you can pick our next date that we'll meet." he began, his voice gentle and soothing, trying to ease up the tension.
His tone took a surprisingly more serious note. "But 'nuff of that joshin' round. Seein' as how I'm the flight 'structor, I have all the flight equipment fer the first years, as well as some new brooms, comin' in. Courtesy of an old friend of mine from my broom R&D days. They'll be in by next week, along with the proof of ownership and documentation for the Headmistress. The students will have some new brooms ter fly on, as well as some tried and true safety equipment to make sure the Head Nurse'll not have to worry much about patients. So, if ye can point me in the right direction, I'll be sure ter tell the Headmistress as soon as I can. I'd like to make sure she's none too worried about meself and the students in me class, so she can rest easy and know I'm doin' me job right."
His stance ahd shifted from offhanded casualness to a more stern, instructor-like pose. Aesir managed that whole spiel without letting any of his swagger enter his voice until he looked to Elsbeth once more and giving her a slight wink and tiny smile.
"I'll come back and apologize ter ye as soon as I'm done talkin' ter her. Maybe over a pumpkin juice?" he asked, harmlessly enough.
I ain't gonna mess this one up. This time, some kids could get hurt, not me.
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Nov 12, 2007 16:27:38 GMT -5
Look no further, sir MacLeod. I am the Headmistress." she replied, a smile just twitching at the sides of her lips. She held herself back, though.
"New Quidditch and flying equipment are very much appreciated, and I think you should definitely go over the safety issues of your equipment with the School Nurse, when you get a chance."
As she finished speaking she absentmindedly let her right hand rest gently around the stem of her goblet of pumpkin juice.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Nov 12, 2007 16:35:27 GMT -5
He blinked a few times until his mind finally caught up to speed with the words she had spoken.
In his mind, he revisited the train station with the same colorful language he'd used to curse his heart out. With the barrage of foul language ended, he finally decided to fill the awkward silence with more than just a gaping mouth and wide eyed look of horror.
He first closed his mouth, and gave her a tight lipped smile. He looked more sheepish than a wool seater.
Aeisr pointed with his thumb the Great Hall's door way and gave it a look. "Well, er, Headmistress, all those things we talked about before...ye know, school hadn't started and it was just a match of wits an' banter between less than completely honest folks...so, I guess I'll just go ahead and take my now unemployed rear out of here?" he asked, fumbling for words at first but finishing quickly enough.
Like I said, what ye plan an' what takes place.
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