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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 16, 2007 8:52:17 GMT -5
Zea opened the door with a flick of her wand.
"Come in," she called, from where she was sitting on the windowsill, dressed in dark blue jeans, a white tank top, and a leather jacket.
"Oh, Aesir, it's you. Good."
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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 31, 2007 11:15:53 GMT -5
"I'm not saying you need to spend all your time studying, that you can't have a social life. But from the way it looks to me, it looks like you're unable to find the balance, and that's what concerns me."
"And give your professors the proper respect. Nobody in this school marks students poorly because of personal grudges."
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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 30, 2007 10:08:36 GMT -5
"I'm not expecting you to be an eleven year old. However, I do expect you to uphold the decorum and academic respect attributed to members of this House and this school."
"In your first couple of years, you were always in the library, always working hard, getting good grades... last year, you failed an OWL. And you're barely squeaking by this year."
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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 29, 2007 22:46:15 GMT -5
Zea crossed her arms and leaned against the walls.
"There's no point beating around the bush about it. You've never been a troublemaker, but this year, it seems you've developed a bizarre new attitude. So what is it?"
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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 29, 2007 22:31:16 GMT -5
"Is there something wrong, Isabelle? Is there a reason you've lost interest in your studies? What's happening?"
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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 29, 2007 21:20:47 GMT -5
Zea was sitting on the windowsill, Bandy purring on her lap. She looked up when she heard a knock on her doorframe. She pursed her lips at the girl's tone of voice, but let it slide.
"Oh, Isabelle. Good. Come in, sit down, make yourself comfortable."
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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 15, 2007 19:40:13 GMT -5
On the Saturday, a week after the beginning of her illness, a bottle of ice cider and a note appear on Aesir's desk.
"I'm much better now - partly in thanks to your soup.
Pop by for a drink? Saturday night, if you're free.
-Zea"
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Post by Zea Winters on Nov 28, 2007 22:58:16 GMT -5
"Ravenclaw Tower. So, exactly that way."
She pointed to her left.
[[We'll continue this in my office. I will begin Ze Post.]]
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Post by Zea Winters on Nov 28, 2007 22:44:23 GMT -5
Zea's eyes followed the movement of his hand, and she read the sign.
Oh, my...
She appeared to ignore the compliment, but her cheeks flushed.
"Well, the only place I'm going is back to my office..." she peered over his shoulder at the messy room.
"I'd suggest tea, but I don't know if you could find any in your office."
She grinned at him.
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Post by Zea Winters on Nov 28, 2007 22:32:04 GMT -5
Zea raised an eyebrow at him. She was dressed in blue jeans and hiking boots, with a button down blue flannel shirt, and her typical brown fedora. She placed her hand on one hip.
"Well, Professor MacLeod, I was just investigating the source of that rather loud noise. I must say, your voice is rather impressive. And carries all the way to the Library corridor." She sputtered. She appeared flustered for a moment, then regained her composure.
"...wait a minute, why would I need a ride? We're indoors..."
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Post by Zea Winters on Nov 28, 2007 22:19:04 GMT -5
Zea wandered around the corridors, having heard some faint music off in the distance. As (good) music was a relatively rare occurrence at Hogwarts, she decided to investigate the source of the noise.
As she came nearer, she heard a very distinct - and loud - voice singing.
She came upon Aesir's door just as the song was finishing, and she heard talking from within.
Hmm. Wonder what he's up to...?
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Post by Zea Winters on Oct 30, 2007 20:53:59 GMT -5
"Dasvidania!"
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Post by Zea Winters on Oct 30, 2007 20:31:59 GMT -5
Zea nodded. "I've got some things to get done myself, but perhaps we could get together for tea later? Before the students get here, at least!"
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Post by Zea Winters on Oct 30, 2007 20:09:43 GMT -5
"I believe we were coming to the end of any important business, at least. If you've got things to do, I'll get out of your hair."
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Post by Zea Winters on Oct 30, 2007 19:24:30 GMT -5
"Oh, most certainly. I wouldn't dream of it. It won't be until later in the term, anyway, so I imagine I can find an interested... erm, volunteer. Perhaps combine it with Defence Against the Dark Arts, the Seventh year class. Hmm."
She grinned, twirling some of her hair.
"Well, thank you. That'll be perfect!"
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