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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 1, 2007 22:46:06 GMT -5
Aesir stormed his way out of the Medical wing, hopping aboard his broom and flying closer to the ceiling to avoid making more heads roll than needed. He finally arrived to the statue towards the Headmistress' office, still fuming.
Offering the password, he dismounted, slinging his broom over his shoulder. Before knocking on the door, he tried taking a few calming breaths and make sure he looked presentable before Elsbeth. It had been a while since he'd seen her.
Alright, MacLeod, gotta look good, make up for lost time. Ease up in the Orynn topic, and see what ye can do.
He rapped his knuckles on the door after making sure his hair was alright, failing to notice the blood drops and slight smear on his white tanktop.
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Dec 1, 2007 22:57:06 GMT -5
[OOC: lol, best subject line. Ever.]
Elsbeth had been seated at her desk, drinking a mug of hot chocolate, as had become the custom these days. It was a chilly Autumn this year, and she had a thin pink scarf wrapped around her neck to keep her warm. She was getting over a cold, as well; her classes had been cancelled that week.
Startled by the knock at the door, she placed her mug down on her desk, and magicked another mug of hot cocoa to appear right next to hers, in case her visitor would like one as well.
She called out to whoever it was that interrupted her. "Doors're open!"
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 1, 2007 23:00:46 GMT -5
Smiling, Aesir opened the door quickly and walked in.
"Hello, Headmistress Pierce. Lovely ter see ye again." he said. He sounded genuine in his hello, but something about his manner was forced and still reeking of compounded rage. "Might I take a seat?"
Remember. Easy does it. Tell her she looks good.
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Dec 1, 2007 23:04:54 GMT -5
Elsbeth looked up at the sound of a man's voice, and looked directly into the smiling face of Aesir MacLeod. She nodded in his direction, "Likewise, Mister MaCleod." Motioning to the seat opposite her, she continued. "Please, do."
As she watched him, her eyes were drawn to a few little red spots on Aesir's... 'Oh sweet Merlin, he's not wearing an overshirt!'
"Err... Umm, is everything alright?" she asked, obviously distracted.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 1, 2007 23:15:12 GMT -5
Aesir stomped over to the chair, dragging it over and slumping into it in a huff. He was very tense, his arms and neck muscles bulging from frustration, his stubbly jaw set in anger as he sighed. He looked up to her, ready to say something but stopped short, catching that strange look in her eye and realizing something about her voice when she'd spoken before.
What's her problem?
"Everythin' alright?" he asked, sounding honestly confused.
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Dec 1, 2007 23:20:15 GMT -5
"Oh, me? Nothing, s'all good, I suppose." she said, blushing madly, realizing she had actually been staring. Her blond hair turned a fiery red as her cheeks reddened. 'Bad Elsbeth, bad! No ogling the Flying Instructor. You can barely stand him, remember?'
"And, didn't I ask you that first?"
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 1, 2007 23:32:26 GMT -5
Oh, she's just blushing.
Aesir frowned for a second. "Oh, yeah. Your right." he said, confused a moment.
Why was he- Right, Orynn.
That's why he came here. It all came back.
Right! Orynn! I hate him!
Aesir grimaced. "I'm here to make a formal complaint about the Deputy Headmaster." he said, somewhat heatedly.
She blushed.
"He barged into the med hall, and insulted me condition as a squib before another faculty member simply because I said that the DADA professor should have whooped him the duel. Technically, cuz the duel was over and Nick was standing and he was on the floor clutchin' his leg like a ponce. He was technically whooped. His prejudice towards those of us who are not as magically inclined is demeaning and humiliating, none to mention hurtful and uncalled for! And he's a big jerk!" Aesir ranted, sounding actually wounded by Orynn's remarks.
Wait, she blushed!
Aesir blinked for a second and looked to Elsbeth, stunned. "You blushed." he said, shocked.
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Dec 1, 2007 23:39:33 GMT -5
Elsbeth listened to Aesir's rant, and nodded a couple of times to acknowledge what he was saying. She was still slightly distracted, but willed herself to pay attention and a good figure of authority.
"Right, I suppose I shall have to have a talk with him about his actions; this is inapporpriate behaviour for someone in his position."
"I blushed? Oh, I did, didn't I. Well, that is normally what people do in situations such as these, is it not?" As she spoke, a strand or two of hair fell into her eyes, which then widened in surprise. "Oh drat, it changed again! I liked my hair as it was today..."
'My hair only ever changes on its own when I get emotional... BOLLOCKS!'
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 1, 2007 23:56:16 GMT -5
"I dunno, I think that color really brings out yer eyes rather nicely." he stated as though it were something obvious as he rearranged himself more comfortably in his seat and stopping halfway.
Those words had come out naturally and without thought.
They were honest.
Wow, I need to be careful round this one. Next thing ye know, I might start talkin' bout...my...feelings or somethin'.
For one of the very few times in his life, Aesir MacLeod blushed.
Oh, son of a b-
Aesir tried to disguise is by rubbing his hand along his jaw. "Er, well. Aye, I think it-er...Aye. That happens, ye know. S'only natural." he mumbled mostly coherently.
Orynn! You hate him!
Right. Thanks.
Aesir blinked and looked back to her. "So yeah. Wand, stuck right in his butt. It's why he's using the cane, right? There's no way his posture can be that perfect otherwise. He's a real number that one. Preachin' bout wisdom and knowledge while butting into a conversation and demanding immediate service. I'm gonna shut up 'fore I say something I'm gonna regret. I know he's me boss, but fer cryin' out loud, he can at least stop treatin' most of us like a piece of sh...A piece of scum on the bottom of his shoe." he ranted once more, but slowing down at the end, shaking his head in disbelief. "I don't want anyone else knowin' I'm a squib, Elsbeth! He don't ever need ter go and throw that private information around!"
Aesir was becoming very upset, and very angry with that last comment. His muscles bulged as he clenched his fists further in frustration.
"What the bloody hell gives him that right? It's private!" he said, this time almost a plea. He looked to the ground, more upset than angry. "Jerk."
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Dec 2, 2007 8:24:55 GMT -5
Aha! I made him blush, that was new...
Getting back to being the Headmistress, she answered him. "Don't worry, Aesir, I'll have a talk with him. No one else will know about your being a Squib unless you want them to, alright?"
She was a bit alarmed at how worked up he was getting and offered a solution for his anger. "Here, would you like a cup of hot chocolate? It's good for you." As she said this, she picked up the extra mug next to her own and held it out to him.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 2, 2007 14:04:13 GMT -5
Hot chocolate? What am I, five?
At least it's not tea.
Good point.
Aesir took the mug of hot chocolate in his hand and immediately downed a few gulps. It felt rather warm. He realized that he'd forgotten his jacket out on the field and his shirt was ruined. He was in his tanktop and the days were only colder.
Well, gotta tough it out, I guess. Hot chocolate ain't so bad.
He said in the chair sipping, brooding for a bit. "I've had to put up with a lot of people like him Elsbeth, and I thought that if I came to a school, it'd be the teachers who'd treat me with respect and the students who'd make fun of me; not the other way around. I don't need ter work with him if he keeps it up. And I'll just find work elsewhere." he said with some finality in his voice.
He's a Squib, Dad! I don't want to be associated with him! It's a blemish on our family! And I don't want to be tainted with that reputation!
I know, Errol. I agree, but so long as he's kept away from the wizarding world, our family business, we will be successful. Let him be part of the muggle world. it's more than that failure deserves.
I hate you both.
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Dec 2, 2007 15:01:54 GMT -5
"I'll take care of it, Aesir, don't bother with Orynn. Stick around Hogwarts, you're very much welcome here, despite those comments from the Deputy. His opinion doesn't count so much, anyway, right?"
'Find work elsewhere? No, shirtless Scotsman can't leave!'
Her eyes darted back to his tank top, and focused on the red spots and smudge. She made a note to ask about that, but first the matter of his lacking a shirt.
"Oh, you must be freezing! Where did your shirt get to, anyway? You could catch a cold, you know, it has been going around this week..."
[OOC: Elsbeth was going to offer you firewhiskey, because her own hot chocolate is spiked with it, but I ddin't think that would go so well...]
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 2, 2007 22:48:27 GMT -5
Aesir frowned as he looked over to Elsbeth, as she insulted her Deputy right in front of him.
She's either humoring you, or she means it.
Either way, she insulted Orynn.
Win-win I guess.
He shrugged, brooding a little more until she asked him about his lack of shirt. "Oh, aye. That's right. I left it on the field. I'd turned around fer a second and some twit decided to bash his face against the floor. I swooped him into the medical wing and used me shirt ta staunch the blood flow. I'd taken off me jacket cuz it was warm in the sunlight, and didn't catch any breeze. Doctor's patched him up all well and good, so- Crap! I need ter get back there! That little punk is waitin' fer me ta boot him in the rear." he said in surprise, realizing he needed to head back.
He began to quickly sit up.
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Post by Elsbeth Pierce on Dec 2, 2007 23:11:25 GMT -5
Elsbeth's eyes followed Aesir as he began to sit up. Many thoughts ran through her mind, but one was most prevalent. "Hm. You should go shirtless more often."
'Bollocks, bollocks, BOLLOCKS!!'
She raised a hand to her now blushing cheek, and a look of surprise came over her face. "Oh bugger, I said that aloud, didn't I? Knew I shouldn't have spiked my hot cocoa today..."
Her face burning red, yet again, Elsbeth lowered her gaze and squirmed down in her chair as far down as she could go without actually hiding under her desk. Without another word, she waited for Aesir to walk out with a perplexed look on his face, as she now pictured happening in her head.
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Post by Aesir MacLeod on Dec 2, 2007 23:17:02 GMT -5
Aesir stood motionless as a statue as she said it.
He blinked a few moments before anything happened.
She didn't just...There' no way Elsbeth...
He gave her a sidelong, incredulous glance and saw her scrunched down in her seat, holding her mug protectively before her.
Aesir brought his own mug up to take a look down his nose at it, before he slowly placed it back on the desk.
Nahhhhhh.
Too stunned to believe it actually happened he moved over to the window, bringing up his broom.
"Mind if I jump out yer window?" he asked, still looking at her as though something were horribly amiss.
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