`` eradicate the doubt . . . [eva&&christina(?)]

[lancelot conall callaghan]

PROF. L. C. CALLAGHAN____

Lance held the door for the young woman, as any proper gentleman of manners should, motioning her through with a bow-like sweep. Before following her himself however he threw a cursive glance around the staff room, many of the professors again monitoring his exit as they had done with his entrance. Without a word, he threw them a saccharine grin and a curt nod as he made his exit, sweeping his jacket over one shoulder and falling into stride beside the young nurse. “Y’do know I’m joking about the Werewolf thing right?” he asked with obvious obtuseness, eyebrows raised as he led her answer of yes with a slow nod and mouthing of the word. “Though I suppose it couldn’t hurt... you never knooooww...” the final word he elongated to a bit of a howl, throwing her a knowing look before his expression changed to one of mock shock which quickly reverted to a grin – the expression telling that he knew just how bad that joke had been.

“You’ll need t’work on that gargoyle expression too,” he laughed aloud, imagining her many failed attempts at trying to make herself look anything less than the beautiful creature that she was, shaking his head a little at the ridiculousness of it, “Maybe you’d better give up on it an’ stick t’what you’re good at.” He shrugged a little, turning the corner and entering into the Great Hall – all a-bustle with students to-ing and fro-ing between the tables to find their friends from the different Houses before retreating to their own tables to help themselves to the piles of new food that kept replacing finished dishes. “Lying doesn’t seem to be one of them though,” he commented obviously, wagging a finger at her again, “I’m onto you... although...” as he walked past a plate of Yorkshire puddings he snatched one up and took a large bite, forgetting his manners and speaking whilst it was still in his mouth, “The way the dishes are stacked, you very well could have solved world hunger!”

He pictured his own grandmothers: one, a tough and wily old crone of a 90 year old – every inch the stereotypical strict, catholic school teacher – scolding him for not pronouncing his words correctly, or for bad posture, or something else that she knew nothing about, if he tried to show her some magic; the other your classic housewife, always cheerful and always baking something – she’d be the one who would disbelieve him and continue on as if he had just told her he’d bought a new jumper. He chuckled lightly to himself as he imagined this, wondering how many people did inform other members of their family beyond their parents of their talents. “It’s sad havin’ t’keep them locked out... S’pose it’s for the best really. ‘Specially nowadays...” he let the sentence trail off as they neared the staff table, not wanting his criticism of the current regime to be overheard by the wrong, powerful ears.

Instead he focused then on Eva’s idle threat of being able to outdo him in terms of speed. He scoffed lightly at this, knowing that he intrinsically had the advantage – he may have been a retired sportsman, but he remained a sportsman none-the-less: athleticism coursed in his veins and, whilst he was most at home and clearly fastest on a broom (well, his car might have rivalled that), he was still in fine form both in terms of his abilities in cardio and in strength. It didn’t seem like Eva though was particularly willing to try out her theory, he noticed the faraway look in her eyes, remaining quiet until she decided to divulge what she was thinking about. He was a little taken-aback by her words, she already had an interest in someone, someone better apparently. He attempted a double bluff, exaggerating the levels of offence that he felt (he was a vain man in anyone’s book) with hopes that she would take this as a continuation of the jokey nature of their conversation, “I’m insulted. No one’s better lookin’ than I am, pft.” he made a noise of dismissal of her claim, before grinning, “Show ‘im to me, point ‘im out and I’ll make ‘im not so pretty anymore.” He raised his fists and acquired the ready stance of a boxer, faking a couple of punches before the smile refound his face.

He nodded consent of her words about their introduction, “True, true. S’gotta be worth it right? I mean, otherwise I’d be stuck down there marking those papers – can’t think of a much worse way t’spend my evening...” he found an empty patch chairs at the staff table and occupied one of them, eyes swimming over the variety of food that was on offer (it never did cease to amaze him the effort that the House Elves went to every mealtime). “I sure know how t’show a girl a good time, eh?” he rolled his eyes, “School dinners, can’t beat ‘em.”

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STATUS:: done.
WORDS:: eight-two-nine.
NOTES:: apologies for the minor god-mod... i figured you wouldn't mind a bit of walking - all detail left to you of course.
MUSIC:: boooooooom, blast and ruin - biffy clyro.
TAGGS:: ms. e. m. tudor; (ms. c. m. wood - maybe!).

[evangalinna michelle tudor]

Eva left through the now open door that Lance held, giving him a small 'thankyou' smile on the way past. She could totally get used to this whole being treated like a lady thing that she was experiencing between Lance and Percy. In only a few moments Lance was walking beside her once more. "I am as sure of you joking as I am about being a Veela," Eva said, turning her attention from the hallway towards Lance. She laughed at his howl on the word 'know' and nodded. "You really can't be too careful in these dark times," She said, a serious smile on her face "You never know when you will run into any dark creature."

She smiled at her failed attempts at a gargoyle face. Eva knew very well that lance was right, she would either need to work harder atthe face, of give it up completely. She was going to opt for the give up, becuse it wasn't really worth the time, but a smirk crossed her face just then. "Wait...hows this?" Eva scrunched up her eyes so she could just see through the slits her eyelids made, and squished her mouth to a pucker as well. Eva couldn't hold the face for long before she started to laugh "Okay, maybe you're right. Give up while Im ahead. you know, no permanant facial damage or anything." As they entered the Great hall Eva couldn't help but grin. Sure, she had been back for a couple of months now, but the amazement still hit her like a brick wall everytime she entered the Great hall to see all the food piled as it was in her school days. Even though Lance was looking at all the food h imself Eva couldn't help but nod at his statement. Lying was not her forte at all. "Glad I ha vn't put 'lying to people' on my resume then. Not that it would go over well with the higher ups, but ya know." She shrugged a little then, watching as Lance took a bite out of a yorkshire pudding. She laughed a little as he continued speaking, even though he had not yet swallowed the food. "Nah, I don't think theres quite enough. Ever watched how the students eat? Its like they are dying of starvation." She shook her head in dismay, watching as an empty plate was removed and then replaced with one that was full of more food.

"I thought that once, then I realised that if you tell them, then you might as well tell your best friend where you are leaving to. And if you did that then you might as well tell the whole class, and then they would tell their parents, and their parents would tell their friends...." Eva stopped her train of thought, thinking that Lance understood where she was going with that. "I just think that it would be bad overall. Unless we wanted the whole world to know about magic beyod muggle tricks." Eva's smiel turned to a small frown at her statement. As much as she hated to have said it, every word had been true. They needed to keep the wizarding world a secret, otherwise the whole world might go down the drain and ultimate chaos ensue. The picture of total world domiation scared her a little, and Eva shook her head to clear the thought, focusing back on walking to the staff table.

Her eyebrows raised a little at Lance's statement. no one was better looking to him? Really? She gave a short laugh at this. "So then what does that make me? Chopped liver?" She hadn't realised how good before now that it felt to joke around about looks. Eva had never exactly been given the opportunity to joke around with someone about them, because they either just agreed right off, or ended up ignoring her because as soon as she told them about being a Veela they realised the attraction and then went about their normal lives. Life was fun. She then thought for a few moments, putting together a few things in her mind. Lance had been on the Magpies for some time, and Percy was on the Magpies currently. Did the two know each other? Ooohhh, that could be bad, what if Lance told her secret? No, he wouldn't do that. "You probably already know him actually...." She admitted shyly, trying to figure out how best to break the bit about Percy to Lance. "See, he also plays Quidditch."

Eva moved herself to sit gracefully into an empty chair beside Lance. It wasn't like she tried to be graceful, it just sort of happened that way. "Mmm. And spending the evening writing papers is definaly how one wants to spend it. You know, nothing about eating food and such, just grades and reading." She laughed openly about this, really glad that she had not chosed to be a teacher. "I would not be able to do it. Maybe sit and watch, but not actually do all that grading." Eva shook her head, then she nodded in response to his next statement. "hey, school dinners are better than some of the meals I've had in my lifetime. I would take these dinners over my own anyday."

[lancelot conall callaghan]

PROF. L. C. CALLAGHAN____

“Well, hopefully that won’t be happenin’ any time soon now... hopefully these walls are good for keeping something out.” his voice had dropped and he couldn’t help but glance around warily at that, well aware that there were things inside the Castle nowadays that would never have been allowed within a few miles of the grounds under previous management and staffing. Although, he did correct himself, those in power were just as against Werewolves as he was (although they varied in their expression of negative emotions, whereas Lance was simply fearful, they exhibited deep hatred) and so would not be happy should any of them penetrate the defences. So he felt a little safer, but not much – since most of his time was spent outside in the elements and he took frequent forays out and around the landscape whenever he had a spare moment to himself.

He patted her consolingly on the shoulder, “Ah, I’m sure you’ll manage just fine without those credentials, when the ones that you do have are so impressive.” He paused at his own words, picking up on the vulgar alternate meaning that could be placed upon them; chauvinistic and crass implications that he had not meant at all and which he hoped would not be picked up on by Eva – whilst he was of course a man, and still under the influence of her spell, such fancies towards the young nurse were beginning to err as they seemed less reciprocated as conversation progressed. In attempt to hide any embarrassment that may have breached onto the surface, he began to pile some more food onto his plate, succeeding only in making things worse as Eva commented on the volume of food that the students consumed. He looked bashfully at his portion then, before attempting angelic innocence, “I need all this food for... trainin’. Gotta keep m’strength up.” he nodded, flexing a bicep for good measure to back up his point.

He twirled his fork around in some mashed potato, contemplating Eva’s words – and agreeing with her sentiments entirely. “Hmm, true enough. Never was a good one f’r keepin’ my own secrets though, once I told a person somethin’ I’d have to tell another an’ another. Never did let anyone know b’yond m’own folks either.” he shrugged a little, feeling guilty for shutting so many people out of such an important part of his life – especially what he had made of himself in that part of his life. He supposed it must have killed his parents too, keeping up the lie that their son was off doing whatever it was that they said he did – probably something tedious and anonymous, certainly nothing to be proud of – in the presence of friends and family members, who would have demanded evidence if he had been made out to be a big success. It was a trial being a child of two worlds, but he knew why they must remain as two. “Yeah... Can imagine the problems all too readily.”

At Eva’s offence, he laughed a little. Did she really feel so secure in herself that she thought she could outstrip everyone? No, he knew that she was just playing along with the joke. “You can be second best – though it’s a close run thing, y’might get your chance at the crown at some point.” he paused recalling their earlier conversation, “Just have t’get me into a few ‘f them fights: some scars and bruising an’ that, maybe a broken nose...” He mulled over this as if trying to decide what groceries to pick up on his weekly shopping trip.

“Oh yeah? Whass’is name then? Let’s have it.” he sat up a little straighter in his seat. Even though his designs on Eva were waning, he was still intent on impressing her and proving himself – he wondering vaguely if he would ever get over that phase. “He a Falcon or a Bat? Don’ tell me he’s a Cannon... y’can do so much better than that...” he almost pleaded with her, concern deeply ingrained upon his tone – if he couldn’t have her then the guy who did better be deserving.
“T’be honest, I just close my eyes and wave my pen around... whatever squiggle looks most like a letter is the grade the paper gets. S’not that difficult, it’s how the system works everywhere. Shh!” he shushed her loudly and obviously in a stage gesture, exaggerating a wink to highlight the extent of the joke and capping off the little display with a nudge with his elbow, “Say n’more an’ all that.”

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STATUS:: done.
WORDS:: seven-six-one.
NOTES:: it's rubbish yes, but i'm knackered from 10 horus of work. sorry.
MUSIC:: doa - foo fighters.
TAGGS:: ms. e. m. tudor; (ms. c. m. wood - maybe!).

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[evangalinna michelle tudor]

Eva nodded in agreement with Lance. Hopefully the walls could keep things out, though the security in Hogsmead had done nothing to keep out the werewolves on Halloween, and under the current magagement in the world who is to say that Hogwarts really was safe anymore? "You know, as sad as it is, it would probably be safer to teach the students magic in the muggle world than here at Hogwarts. Even then we wouldn't be safe, but for the most part a few protective charms, and then memory charms for anyone who stumbled upon any of us." She shook her head a little, imagining the poor muggle who stumbled upon some students practicing spells. Would not be a very good thing, but it probably would be easier than dealing with all the darkness shrouding the wizarding world.

She laughed then as Lance patter her on the shoulder. "Oh ya, half blood and veela. Very impressive." She paused "Oh, and don't forget that muggle diploma too. Real impressive here." She nodded, a small smile forming on her face though. Her attention was brought to the plate of food that Lance had, and she burst out laughing. Her laugh increased a little at his comment. Calming down enough to speak, though unable to wipe the large smile off her face, Eva said "Right, training. Not keeping up with those third years?" The smile turned a little bit into a smirk, but it was hard to smirk completely with the smile that was on her face. She watched as Lance flexed a bicep muscle, and shook her head, the smiel still on her face growing a little more. She had certainly lucked out with the friends that she had made. Good for joking around, and good for just talking to.

Picking up her own plate Eva began to fill it up with food of her own. She nodded at what Lance said. It was so hard to keep everyone else out of the loop, and Eva was thankful that her grandparents could at least say that their grandaughter had gone to University, and was probably off making a name for herself. "Life in two worlds sucks..." She scrunched her nose a little, then picked up her fork. She took a bite of her own potatoes, and then some of the chicken. "You know, even after eating the same thing for seven years, this food is still amazing." She looked at Lance, another smirk forming on her lips once more "Gotte keep my strength up ya know," She said, somewhat mimicing Lance's voice as she spoke.

Listening to what Lance said about second place Eva contemplated for a few moments. Should she allow Lance to win? Though, he did then say that she may have had her chance soon for the crown, then paused. A quizical look crossed Eva's face, then Lance continued on about those bruises and such that they had talked about earlier. She laughed at this. "How about we just agree to tie then? That way i don't have to be downgraded from my clear top spot," She lifted her head in a classic 'I'm-better-than-everyone' way that they did in muggle movies, for once holding a straight face "And then you don't have to go and get yourself all hurt and such. Then I also don't have to heal you up to fix you to your first place tie look you have now." She then grinned, not being able to keep the 'high-and-mighty' thing up anymore. She took another bite of her dinner, only keeping her eyes on Lance to watch his reaction.

"Hey, don't knock the Cannon's, some of them are cute," She laughed though, knowing full well that she probably wouldn't ever meet any of them anyways, not to mention she would not want to be suckered into cheering for them because she was dating a member of the team. She was a Magpies fan, simple as that. "Nah, I got lucky enough to meet a Magpie actually." Her cheeks reddened a little as she admitted the team of Percy, which had been Lance's. She hoped that there would be no hard feelings on his part. Lance was a sweet guy, but she had met Percy first. If it had been the other way around, the roles may have been reversed, but Percy had been very kind to her on that first meeting, and had protected her without knowing her secret. The thought made her smile a little, her cheeks deepening a little in the red. She shook the thoughts out of her head though, coming back to reality as Lance spoke once more. "Oh, so thats how its done huh? And here I thought you had to sit at your desk for countless hours trying to decipher ther scrawls of youth while being bored out of their minds." She grinned "And here I was thinking I would offer to keep you company as you did such. Guess with your method its not needed."

((sorry it took so long, school finally caught up to me, 2 papers, 1 class, and 1 performace to go!))

[lancelot conall callaghan]

PROF. L. C. CALLAGHAN____

He laughed as Eva made her suggestions for improving their situation, “Just ‘ave t’organize a class trip then – maybe I could get away with takin’em to see some rugby or that.” he paused considering it, “Doubt they’d be interested though, nothin’ flyin’ around tryin’ t’kill the players an’ only one ball...” He shrugged, conceding to himself that the idea was ridiculous anyway – even if he would have found it hilarious to implement – the logistics of such a trip unfeasible. He resigned himself to the fact that what he had said should be taken lightly and as a joke, hoping that Eva let it slide rather than branching off into conversation over why he was stupid. “Don’t think too many of the colleagues would approve neither,” he glanced down the staff table, eyes flitting between the variety of staff assembled, a good deal of them clearly all about their Dark Arts, “Reckon we’d be toast f’r even suggestin’ such a thing.” He continued to sculpt the mashed potato with his fork, pulling it into a mountain shape with a frown on his face as he also continued to consider quite how bad the situation had become.

He breathed a sigh of relief though as the variable meaning to his words was missed by Eva – or ignored, but he hoped for the former (although perhaps it was just his imagination playing games with him, his phrasing not perhaps as bad as his inevitably filthy mind made it out to be). An easy smile returned to his face, with a laugh breaking it as the young nurse’s laugh infected him – it was difficult not to be drawn in by the musical tones – “Pfft, ‘course I am. Jus’ old habits an’ that, y’know what they say.” He shrugged, his smile falling a little as he realised that regardless of the training, or “training”, that he would put in there was no chance of him returning to his former position on any professional team given the current circumstances. He looked down at the food, his appetite a little abated as he faced up to this fact, yet still he scooped up a forkful of peas and chewed on them thoughtfully – hoping to cover up any let down that might have shown in his expression. He did try to be an upbeat person, not to wallow and mope, it just seemed that things built up and needed let out from time to time; and whilst things were getting better, the number of revelations coming and being dealt with decreasing as they were come to terms with.

He raised an eyebrow as she impersonated him, “Tha’s not what I sound like is it? Have t’be keepin’ my mouth shut more often then...” he scratched at the back of his neck as if embarrassed and looking for a distraction, although his eyes betrayed the joke as he kept them on Eva as he looked for her response.

He pondered on her proposal for a moment, looking sceptical and stern as he did so – is if the question posed was one for serious consideration and the answer would have a grave impact upon a wide reaching audience should he make the wrong decision. “I suppose,” he started slowly, seemingly choosing his words very carefully, “that there does need to be a King and a Queen of this whole debacle... ” His eyes flitted back to her, proffering a hand for her to shake in a manner that suggested only slight resentment of the fact that a truce was necessary, a small noise of dismissal in accompaniment. “Just don’ be goin’ and gettin’ all narcissistic on me.” he smiled wryly at this, knowing full well that he could be extremely narcissistic when he wanted to be.

He scoffed at her however as she talked up the Chudley Cannons players – trolls the lot of them in his opinion, hulking beasts amass with muscles and too much hair dye and tooth whitening (all of which probably accounted for their abysmal record, smarts and speed were not particularly their strong suit). “Oh really?” he questioned, very interested in the name the she was about to divulge now, “Go on then, spit it out. Or you embarrassed that I’m gonna laugh at you and tell you horrible secrets about them?” He grinned, sitting back in his seat with arms folded across his chest, clearly waiting for her answer – his smile only widening as she began to blush.

“Ah well see, I ain’t got my auto-correctin’ quill all tuned in yet, so can’t very well do the serious cheatin’ that the other staff do – they just need to set up the quill and let it get on with its job while they drink coffee or sleep in their coffins...” He sat forwards again, unable to maintain staunch resolve not to eat the food that was in front of him. He said in a louder voice, motioning around with his fork as he spoke, “And let it never be forgotten that you started all of this!”

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STATUS:: done.
WORDS:: eight-four-zero.
NOTES:: no worries, i've a test next wednesday so won't be on much until then probably.
MUSIC:: hello tomorrow - zebrahead.
TAGGS:: ms. e. m. tudor; (ms. c. m. wood - maybe!).

[evangalinna michelle tudor]

Eva laughed a little at the suggestion of bringing the students to watch a rugby game. That would be interesting, though probably not dangerous enough. "I dunno Lance. Rugby, football, soccer, hockey, all interesting, not enough blood shed." She grinned, trying to imagine peoples reaction to muggle sports after seeing Quidditch. "But you're probably right as well. About the toast thing. How dare we suggest such a thing." Her tone went from light, to a bit of scolding like the older staff members would do to them.

Eva gave Lance a small smile, him keeping up with old habits and such. "Ya, they die hard." She watched his expression though, having given away some of his inner thinking. She reached out her hand that wasn't holding her fork and placed it lightly on his arm, putting on a small encouraging smile "Hey, don't let the let-down bug get ya. Never give up hope." A mischivious twinkle came into her eyes then, a thought crossing her mind "The world can yet change for the better you know. As long as there are good people around to keep the dream alive." She let her hand fall once more, having realized that it may have been inappropriate given the fact that she had a bit of a crush on someone else, and not wanting to lead Lance on. Eva couldn't help it if she was a bit of a flirt, he was good looking after all.

A rather large grin crossed Eva's face at Lance's reaction to the impersonation. She shook her head a little "Not quite..." another short laugh escapped her lips though. She raised her hand and pinched her fingers together, leaving just enough room for a single hair between them "Maybe just a little bit. But thats fine." She dropped her hand again, scopping some potatoes onto her fork once more "Its a guy thing really. Gotta keep up the muscular look. Just don't hurt yourself over it." She put the fork into her mouth, savoring the flavor more than she normally would have. a small tinge of red appearing on her cheeks for some reason.

She considered his 'proposal' to the situation at hand. She really was only taking her time because Lance had taken a bit of time to respond in the first place. After just a few moments of thought, Eva reached and took his hand, shaking it in agreement. "I'm pretty sure that I can do that, no promises though." Eva smiled kindly. She did not consider herself a narcissist, but it was quite possible that she was a tad bit of one. Though, she had good reason if that was the case. It was hard to not let what people said go to your head sometimes. "can you promise the same thing though?" Her eyes narrowed a little, playing up a bit of the joke there. "After all, I'm sure you've had your share of moments with a big head in the flashes and such. I'de understand, it gets the best of people."

It was hard to not blush more at what Lance said. He was partially right, she was a little scared to hear any horrible secrets that Lance may have had about Percy. Though, she was mmore worried that Lance would feel shot down because Percy was younger than he was. Eva bit her lip for a few seconds, wondering if she should have said anything in the first place, because then this conversation would not have been happening, but then she realized that that may have been cowardly, and have only led Lance on more. "Fine, I'll spll." She said, crossing her arms like a child. "If you must know, its Percy Adams." She prepared for the worst, Lance laughing at her and telling her that Percy was some of weirdo or something like that, though she highly doubted that such a thing would happen. Percy was a great guy, and so was Lance. Really, Eva did not think that Lance would laugh at her, but she also hoped that she did not find out some deep dark secret about Percy from his old teammate.

Eva snorted a little bit at the cheating quill comment. She didn't really fully believe that the teachers actually did that, though some she could understand from her school days, but not most of them. If that was the case then there would be no such thing as a bell curve when it came to marks. "Well then, maybe you will have to get to work on that, won't you? Can't have you straining your poor eyes having to decipher those scrawls for all eternity." Her soft smile turned to a smirk though, as Lance accused her of having started the whole Lance ignoring the papers. She sighed in fake defeat "Fine then, blame me if you must. But you cannot deny that you have not been enjoying every minute of it." Her eyes narrowed a little bit, the smirk glued onto her face for the time being. After all, if he had not been enjoying her company, he could have gotten up and left at any time.

[lancelot conall callaghan]

PROF. L. C. CALLAGHAN____

He attempted an angelic grin, the effect none-too convincing as he exaggerated every facet of the expression before rolling his eyes and returning them to the young woman, shrugging his shoulders lightly. “Maybe get ‘em playing some rugby for a warm up then, wouldn’t think it so borin’ when they’re all knockin’ lumps outta each other... give you some real work t’do for a change too!” he laughed, ready to dodge any attack that she might have thrown his way for the jibe that implied her job was too easy. He grinned again, the expression an attempt at a winning smile that no one would be able to do any harm to the wearer of. “Plus it’d keep the old codgers a bit happier...” he glanced along the line of dour faces which were the epitome of all seriousness, “Well, maybe not – but if a student died it might bring a little sunshine t’their day... maybe?” He moved his head side to side, as if weighing up whether or not it would have such an impact upon them – or whether they’d even notice if a student had left their ranks (he supposed that they would only bat an eyelid if it was one of their favourites, one of the ones who conformed to their standards and sucked up to them with their full ethos based around the Dark Arts).

He couldn’t fight the smile from his face as Eva offered her words of encouragement, dropping his head down slightly again and sliding his eyes sideways to meet hers as she gave him her support, “Aye, true enough... true enough...” he nodded decisively to himself, a moment of serious contemplation gracing upon his sphere of existence before the smile returned, an eyebrow quirking at the young nurse’s touch. His dark eyes lingered upon her fingers against his skin before returning to her face as he moved his own hand to pat hers – but as he moved she withdraw her hand, causing his motion to look awkward. Attempting to correct this, he settled for picking at the bracelet that he had around his wrist, hoping that the movement seemed casual enough and wouldn’t cause too much embarrassment on the part of either. She seemed embarrassed over something, though Lance couldn’t tell quite what it was – the faint tinge of pink across his complexion from nowhere seemingly. He shrugged it off as nothing of significance though, only likely to bring up the subject again if she should become more flustered and the question begged asking.

As they shook, Lance shook his head, “Ah see, that wasn’t part of the arrangement before we sealed this deal.” He shrugged, expression telling that his hands were tied by the rules of the verbal contract, “Buuuut I suppose I’ll give it a go. No promises though.” He stuck his tongue out at her in a childish manner, smug look upon his face that seemed to suggest that he would do nothing of the sort to keep his ego in check – of course, it was a bluff, even when he had been in the spotlight he would play up his self-confidence to let people think he was what they expected of a star, so nowadays when he had no one to impress such a facade were uncommon.

A wolfish grin spread across his face as she finally divulged the identity of her interest within the Magpies, the expression a ruse however – there was nothing particularly deviant to note about Mr Ryan Percy Adams, Goalkeeper. Of course, there were your usual floosies that hung onto sportsmen, the occasional drunken night out on the town (which Lance may or may not have been involved in himself) and the general things that went hand in hand with a life in the public eye. Still, he maintained the act as he spoke, “Ooft, the things I could tell you about Adams, they’d make your hair go... well, can’t make your hair go curly, since it’s already pretty wavy and that, but...” he trailed off, thinking of a better phrasing. He acquired a look to his face that told he was thinking back over so many nights of debauchery, a smile lingering about his lips and a slight laugh running in undercurrents of the expression – but he wasn’t going to admit that there really was nothing particularly shocking that he could share, no, he would bide his time and draw out the worry.

“Ah, jus’ best you be rememberin’ it when the time comes. All. Your. Fault.” he wagged a finger at her, eyebrows raised as he nodded definitively before scooping up another forkful of food. Finishing the mouthful, he put on his best airs and graces and smartened up his tone, “But quite – the company is rather impeccable.” He grinned.

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STATUS:: done.
WORDS:: seven-nine-eight.
NOTES:: eep, apologies it took so long - i've been out getting drunk. =P
MUSIC:: merry christmas everyone - cliff richard. >.<;;
TAGGS:: ms. e. m. tudor; (ms. c. m. wood - maybe!).

[evangalinna michelle tudor]

Her head nodded slowly, picturing students playing rugby as a warm up. It could be interesting to watch how the students would react to that, either in a good way or a bad way. The tail end of Lance's comment sunk in just then, and she threw a dirty look his way to combat his winning smile. Eva playfully backhanded Lance's arm, a smirk now gracing her features. "Maybe you should find some real work and go back to those papers eh?" While she had a smirk on her face, her eyes showed nothing but laughter. Her head nodded once more in response to the end of what Lance was saying, about a student dying bringing sunshine to their day. "Ya, unless it is a prized student. Then you would be in even more trouble."

Eva smiled a little bit at his agreement. She then noticed his slightly awkward movement after her hand had dropped from his arm, but couldn't help but grin at his figiting of his bracelet. She put her fork down, eyeing her now empty plate. Amazing how she ate so quickly while she had spent quite some time talking, then again, she had not put too much on her plate to begin with. Another laugh escaped her lips though, at the disagreement about their agreement. Eva was about to speak, then Lance said that he woud try, with no promises. A soft smile crossed her lips "I suppose that is all I can ask for, considering I was so hasty in agreement." A small smirk crossed her face then "Maybe I should get this in writing, that way you can never argue about it." She laughed though, completely joking about getting it in writing. It was not necesary at all.

Her arms uncrossed, waiting in anticipation at what Lance would say in response. She watched the grin form on Lance's face, a slight bit of worry apearing on her face. That type of grin could mean alot of things. He could know quite abit about Percy, or he could just be playing around. She listened as Lance opened his mouth to speak. A smile formed on her face at what he said. "Then perhaps I should straighten my hair so that you could make it go curly?" She grinned, thinking that Lance was full of it at that point. "That many dirty secrets I should be worried about huh? Maybe I should ask him about you?" Her expression changed then as well. The mischievious grin returned to her face at that point, however it hid the inner worry if she brought up Lance to Percy. Sure, nothing was set in stone with him, but she did not want Percy to feel jealous. Her grin turned soft though, a soft laugh escaping her lips once more. She was enjoying herself, that was something to be said.

She put her hands up in defeat. "Fine, I'll remember it then. write that on the contract too." Eva smirked a little bit, picturing everything that they should write down. They had only just met earlier that day, and already they had a verbal agreement, and she was to blame for the lack of work getting done. Amazing. "Glad that I have made your evening of slacking enjoyable then. Least I could do after all." She flashed Lance a toothy smile with that, proving her complete innocence in the situation.

((need to party while on break, lol, just wish I had an excuse other than laziness...well, business and new computers and fixing mine...mostly laziness though ))

[lancelot conall callaghan]

PROF. L. C. CALLAGHAN____

“Urgh,” he groaned with a roll of his eyes, slouching back in his seat as he polished off all that was salvageable on his plate, “Had t’go and remind me of that...” He rubbed a hand across his forehead before looking back to her with a sigh, “Too damned sensible you are, y’know that? Gettin’ work done that needs doin’...” as he chastised her, however, his expression remained one of mirth and levity. He raised an eyebrow at her, as she mentioned heightened trouble, “Aye but you’d be put in it too – if y’r nursing was better then they wouldn’ be dead.” He wagged a finger at her as he told her this, as if the tragic loss of a student had already occurred – although Lance acted as if losing a student was no great loss and was more concerned with the fact that Eva had messed up in her duties to the imaginary person.

He noted the look that glanced briefly across her expression before looking back down to his wrist, cringing inside (and hoping that that wasn’t just as apparent as his prior action) with a slight wrinkling of his brow in concern. To give her her credit, she seemed a much more highly perceptive person than he usually encountered – which made him feel a little better about appearing none-too subtle. As she grinned though, however cowed he might have felt, he relaxed again. It remained infuriating that he could be so calm and natural around strangers with whom he had no intention of having any kind of sustained and meaningful relationship with but when it came to something like this, his social skills somehow managed to desert him. She was laughing however, and it didn’t seem in mock or sympathy, which was always a good sign. “Right then let’s see here...” he put some invisible glasses on his face and unfurled an imaginary scroll in the air, reading along the lines of the “contract” with a finger, “Yes, yes, this all seems in order... Ah right, here we go.” next he mimed signing at the bottom of the parchment before handing the “pen” to the young nurse, “If you’ll just add your name in the blank space...”

He stifled a snicker at her response to his bluff about having secrets about Percy, unable to keep his mind from the gutter – the phrasing of her statement extrapolated in his mind to have wholly unwholesome (and outlandish, given all that had passed between them so far) connotations. He continued then, as if nothing had just happened, both hoping and at the same time not that she would enquire after his momentary loss of composure, “Oh yeah, loooads.” he nodded with conviction, “Y’should ask him about the first time I took him to Hartleys...” he raised his eyebrows meaningfully at her, making no qualms for having visited the private club, “And where he woke up... and in what!” He grinned, hoping that was enough detail to get Eva’s curiosity piqued. Of course, he was still lying – yes, they had been to the club, that much was true, but nothing too untoward had gone down. “Y’really were out of it for my career weren’cha?” he laughed shortly, a little in disbelief, “My exploits are widely catalogued... T’the extent that they were sighted as the reason I had t’leave the team... Ask him if y’want though – he’ll hold his silence about the stuff the press never got their hands on. Team solidarity and that.” His expression was confused, something within it was proud of this fact that he had a reputation for having fun but at the same time the lies that were told about his private life irked him.

His expression continued to hold a grin as she expressed her sentiments on the evening. Enjoying himself as he was, the thought of the stack of papers was beginning to play on his mind – as was the fact that Mordecai was probably tearing up the furniture in the Professor’s quarters in loneliness and boredom. Heaving a sigh, with regret, he pushed his chair back from the table a little and placed his hands squarely on his thighs, “Y’must be rubbing off on me – got me feelin’ guilty about havin’ done no work yet this evening...” he weighted his head from side to side, as if an internal debate on whether to stay or go was occurring – though of course he knew that he was going to go, his body was unwilling to leave the cheer of the dining hall and the presence of Eva. “So, I will bid you adieu.” he threw her a small salute, standing up with a small noise of reluctance, “And see you at some point... if I ever get finished with these papers...” He groaned again, pushing his chair in towards the table, pausing briefly to lean there before forcing himself away.

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STATUS:: done.
WORDS:: eight-one-five.
NOTES:: blahblahblah, feel free to call him back in your reply or whatever - just couldn't htink that the things he said merited much more debate really sooo.
MUSIC:: fairytale of new york - the pogues.
TAGGS:: ms. e. m. tudor.

[evangalinna michelle tudor]

Eva gave a weak smile at Lance's response, the smile playing up right into her eyes. She knew that he had things that should get done, and also that an early morning awaited herself. Eva then gave a small shrug, a short laugh escaping her lips once more "Well, someone has to be resonsible. Can't have all fun and no work ya know." She shook her head a little. Then Lance spoke again. She would be blamed as well? Well, in theory, if she had had time to actually nurse the student. "Ahh, but you see, I can only be blamed if the student makes it into the Hospital Wing." She beamed a little "I may have a little blame, but you let it happen. See how that works?" Her eyebrows raised as she spoke, another mischievious smile crossing her lips.

Her eyes widened a little bit, eyebrows raised, with the unfurling of the 'contract'. She watched as Lance read what was written, a smile slowing growing on her lips as she tried to keep the laugh inside her body. He then mimiced signing said contract, and handed Eva the pen he had used. She tilted her head a little, eyebrows raised once more. "You think I'm going to sign without reading it myself?" She asked, raising her hands to take the contract out of his. She moved her eyes across the page, mimicing reading. Her head nodded a little bit as she examined it, trying to keep her face serious as she did so. It was rather hard, considering she had her hands infront of her face, reading something completely imaginary. If any of the other staff members walked up at that point, the two would look very odd. After a few moments Eva nodded "Everything seems to be in order then." She tookt he offered pen and 'signed' her life away to the contract, placing both down on the table after she was done. "Glad we have that covered. Now there should be no worries."

When Lance mentioned Hartleys, and where and what Percy had woken up in, her eyebrows once again raised, curiosity full on her face. "I think that is a story you are going to have to be telling me about sometime Lance." She nodded though, at what he had said next. "I was. Maybe I should ask around town, get both sides of the story so then i know what people have been saying, maybe put them right where I can." She grinned a little bit at the thought. "But maybe I'll have to get the full story out of you too." Again with the mischeivious look. That was appearing on her face more and more around Lance right now.

She couldn't help to laugh about Lance's next sentiment. She was run=bbing off on him. How was that possible when she had nothing to do other than heal people? Oh right, because she had to have knowledge to do that. She always was a bit of a nerd in school when it came to being prepared. "Maybe that will be a good thing though. Maybe next time you will get the work done first so we can go party or something." Eva tried to speak with a more rebellious tone, because she wasn't really much of a party person per say. She nodded her head though, remembering once more that she had to get up early. "Tell ya what. If I don't see you in a week, I'll come dig you out of your papers, maybe save you for a few hours." She smile, giving Lance a small wave as he left the table. She wasn't too far behind him, placing her cutlery neatly on her plate as she had been taught before deserting her position to head off to her own room.

((I always hate threads ending, lol))