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Post by Zea Winters on Feb 5, 2008 6:46:50 GMT -5
Zea cracked her whip, loudly, and struck, lifting her wand at the same time. She was screaming a succession of dueling spells, one after another - Disarming, Stunning... anything that came to mind.
As the monster turned on her and ran towards the students, she gave it everything she had.
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Post by Zea Winters on Feb 4, 2008 22:10:35 GMT -5
"Get them out of here, Nicholas!"Zea yelled, still fighting with the creature, whipping it and dodging. "I've got this one covered!"
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Post by Zea Winters on Feb 4, 2008 21:41:41 GMT -5
Zea sprinted after the creature that had descended on Isabelle.
She stopped in her tracks, watching Althea fall to the floor, making a loud sound on the cold stone.
She swore. Loudly.
...And charged the creature, her wand in her right hand, cracking out her bullwhip with her left, shouting at it as she ran.
She was out for permanent damage this time.
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Post by Zea Winters on Feb 4, 2008 14:30:45 GMT -5
Zea leapt down from the table, and aimed her wand at the nearest creature.
"Stupefy!" she yelled.
She pointed her wand toward the sky.
"Accio Whip!"
She continued to fire stuns to hold the creatures at bay, until her leather bullwhip came whizzing into the room, tightly coiled. She snatched it out of the air, and began striking with it, trying to knock one off it's feet so she could snag it.
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Post by Zea Winters on Feb 4, 2008 8:24:22 GMT -5
Zea leapt on top of the wall now formed by the Head Table, and perched there like a gargoyle, whipping her wand out of her sleeve.
"We should get him to the hospital wing ASAP," she said, looking down at Aesir. "I'm going out there."
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Post by Zea Winters on Jan 29, 2008 22:15:15 GMT -5
Zea, having already procured a seat at the Head Table, appeared to be pondering something. She looked rather worried, and was picking at her fingernails.
She glanced up occasionally as the students filtered in, seemingly looking for somebody.
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Post by Zea Winters on Jan 7, 2008 17:51:03 GMT -5
Zea meandered into the Great Hall, in no apparent hurry. Being very much a morning person, she had a wholly cheerful appearance about her, and plunked herself down at the staff table. She messily began to spread marmalade on her toast, and made silly faces at the Lannsman baby while his mother wasn't looking.
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Post by Zea Winters on Dec 17, 2007 0:01:36 GMT -5
Zea wandered in, late, almost unrecognizable. Having transfigured her hair into a coppery shade, she is dressed as an autumn faerie, complete with wings. She is wearing a leather bracelet on her right wrist, and her wand is tucked into it, and she is glancing about nervously.
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Post by Zea Winters on Nov 16, 2007 6:17:01 GMT -5
Zea stared rather forlornly into her plate. She pushed her food around, not really hungry now.
Poor Harry, she thought. I can remember going to school with him, though I was in third year when he graduated... he always had so much on his plate. I wonder how his wife and children are faring...
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Post by Zea Winters on Nov 14, 2007 20:31:36 GMT -5
Zea, pretending to be focused on the feast, listened to what Aesir and Elsbeth were saying.
Well, I guess that's that. They're going on a date. Oh well. Flirting is flirting. Will have to corner Elsbeth later and get all the juicy details and live vicariously.
That's fine.
Her stomach grumbled again, and she was eager for the Sorting to end so the feast would begin.
She turned her head slightly when Aesir started thumping on the table.
She grinned. Then began whistling the tune quietly to herself.
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Post by Zea Winters on Nov 14, 2007 7:26:10 GMT -5
Zea raised an eyebrow, and bit back a snicker.
Oh, he's a smooth one all right. Definitely going to be trouble...
Not that I mind, really. Could use a little trouble in my life.
She focused on the Sorting in front of her, and tried to ignore the goosebumps that had raised on her forearms at the feel of his breath on her neck.
Somehow, I get the feeling I'm going to be dealing with a lot of girls with crushes on their flying teacher this year... oh boy.
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Post by Zea Winters on Nov 13, 2007 15:35:21 GMT -5
Zea grinned. "It most certainly did. It's the Sorting Hat. It sorts students into their Houses. When I came here, I was in Ravenclaw, and now I'm Head of Ravenclaw. So I'm a Ravenclaw at heart. I can't help but be happy when I see new students being sorted into my house."
She tugged at the bodice of her dress again. Darn thing...
"Oh, I'm Zea Winters, by the way. I teach Ancient Runes."
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Post by Zea Winters on Nov 13, 2007 11:43:37 GMT -5
Zea, distracted by the beginning of the Sorting, only half-heard Aesir speaking to her. She snapped her head up quickly once her brain managed to process it.
"What? Hm? Sit there? Oh, yes, certainly, go right ahead," she replied, in a rather loud whisper. She smiled at him slightly. "It's all a little overwhelming. It's been a good fifteen years since I've been here, and longer still since my own Sorting. It's strange to be back here as a teacher."
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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 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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