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Post by evangalinna michelle tudor on Oct 29, 2010 16:22:04 GMT -5
Being back at Hogwarts never got old. It was also filled with more excitement now because she was allowed to go places she had never been before. Such as the teacher's lounge. Eva silently sank into one of the armchairs, much like the ones that were in the common rooms in her days at Hogwarts, only much more comfortable. Trust the teachers to keep something like that from the students, but now it made her smile.
The smile never faded as Eva picked up the book she had been so wanting to read once more. it must have been the hundredth time she had read it, but the book never became boring, even if she could esentially read the pages without even glancing at them. She wasn't a Ravenclaw, just a Hufflepuff, but that didn't mean that she couldn't enjoy reading. After all, Hufflepuff house took those students who just didn't fit into the other three. She was not as knowledgable as a Ravenclaw was, not as brave as a Gryffindor, nor as sly as a Slytherin, she was just Eva.
Turning the pages to the one she had left off on, she began to read. The noise from the various professors not even fazing her in the least, since in the muggle world Eva often listened to music as she read her books. The smile only grew as her eyes scanned the page, having the words in her brain before her eyes even touched it. A soft sigh escaped from her lips and she moulded herself further into the chair, knees curled up, a peice of her blonde hair falling to just over her eye. She absently adjusted the sleeve on her shirt to be back up to her elbow, the warmth of the fire making her long sleeves too hot. With another soft sigh of relief, all that could now be heard from Eva was the occasional flip of a page.
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Post by lancelot conall callaghan on Nov 2, 2010 19:22:45 GMT -5
PROF. L. C. CALLAGHAN____
Okay, this was something that he hadn’t quite counted on so much – paperwork was going to be the bane of his teaching life. The stack of parchment that he carried in his arms was a good foot and a half tall, piled haphazardly by a class desperate to leave the classroom and get to wherever it was that they were headed (and by the expressions on their faces and the speed with which the room had cleared, Lance could tell that the theory of Flying was not one of their most favourite classes). He shifted the pile slightly, adjusting his grip as he too made to leave the classroom; jacket draped over the arm that supported the stack, his free arm stopped the topmost papers from escaping on a draft.
He too had wanted to escape the classroom. He couldn’t see why there needed to be any theory to Flying at all, surely practice was the best way to learn rather than reading a book – especially for so hands-on a subject as Flying. But rules were rules (though of course exact meanings were open to interpretation). Lance did spend half of his time in the classroom regaling the students with tales from his playing days concerning exciting matches or even just stories about notable names they all must have known (something which they seemed to appreciate more than equations for balance and velocity). He let them away with doing as little work as was mandatory, not seeing need to tax them to any great extent in their theoretical knowledge instead preferring to make clear to them that any tests or the like would be purely practical if he had any say in matters. Whilst he knew that he had to respect the system and defer to the higher ups, he knew too how much sway that professors had over their own subjects (even if he was just new to this game).
It was only luck that placed him so close to the staffroom and some company, perhaps someone would take pity on his situation and offer a helping hand – or at least a friendly ear to be chewed by his griping as he worked. A complex twist of his arm and he pushed down upon the door handle with an elbow, wedging his foot into the jamb before the door resealed itself; shimmying in backwards in the most inelegant of ways possible. Turning, he was met with disapproving looks from those older members of staff – silently judging him either for the untidy pile in his hands, his suit which he wore in place of robes (they were just such a kerfuffle to wear), or his wand which was currently gripped between his teeth (the most sensible place for it he had reckoned at the time, it would have rolled onto the floor from the top of the stack of papers). He smiled at them regardless of this, with a slight nod of his head, “A’right there?” his phrase rhetorical as he moved off to a comfortable looking chair adjacent to a low table where he might dump – “place”, sorry – those scripts to be dealt with.
The pile thudded down and in almost the same instant Lance’s backside hit the cushion of the armchair, a satisfied noise audible as he exhaled in time with the air from the cushion. He glanced to the pile, all happy thoughts brought about by his newly found comfort levels neutralized in one fell swoop, a sneer ticking at his lip as he left his eyes to observe the papers – willing them to read themselves and let him simply recline. He slouched lower in the chair, looking to the casual observer as if he were a child in a huff, eyes lingering on the papers for a moment longer before rousing himself and sitting forwards. Quickly he snatched at the top paper, summoned a quill to his hand and pored over the page – this seeming like the only method that might get him kick started to any work.
STATUS:: done. WORDS:: six-seven-two. NOTES:: sorry for forgetting about yooou. MUSIC:: know your quarry - biffy clyro. TAGGS:: ms. e. m. tudor.
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Post by evangalinna michelle tudor on Nov 3, 2010 0:57:38 GMT -5
Eva causually flipped the pages in her book as she finished them. She was finally relaxing after a tough day. You know, broken bones, deep gashes to various parts of the body, random spell damage, it was taxing on a person. People often wondered how she delt with things like that, but she loved to help people, so it made no real difference to her. Of course, it was not fun to see what students did to themselves, even if it normally was not on purpose. She smiled though, pausing in her reading to think about how many students she had helped, on the fist try, that day. She was getting much better at her focus, which was quite important.
She thought back to the one day where she had ballooned the boy's ankle, and couldn't help but let out a soft laugh to herself. Simple mistake, but it was scary at the time. If she hadn't gotten it right she would have felt so horrible. Thankfully though, things had improved since then. She rarly made a mistake as drastic as a balloon anymore, only a few times a day, and it was getting less and less, did she even have to perform anything twice. Soon she would be able to heal people on the first try, guarenteed. It felt good.
Her eyes were dragged from the page she was looking at as the noise in the room stopped. Eva's eyes followed where the older staff members were looking, and grinned at the man who was walking into the room. Papers in hand, wand in mouth, clothes not robes. Clearly this man was rebelling against the norm. She heard him speak, and then followed with her eyes as he moved to sit down in an armchair that was close to hers. Eva glanced at the stack of papers, and was instantly thankful she had not wanted to teach. Imagine having to look over all those papers. She shuddered slightly at the thought, that was scary.
It didn't take the man too long to begin to look them over. She pondered for a few moments if she should say anything, wondering if he would be mad if she disturbed him. Then her eyes fluttered back to the page in her book. Looking over a few more words on the page, she considered that after the huff the man looked when he had first arrived, maybe he wouldn't mind being disturbed. Considering for a few more moments, Eva just couldn't help herself but comment on his stack of papers. "I'm so glad I'm not a prof. I could not deal with a stack that high to read over and grade."
((its ok, you seem to have alot on your plate with school, I feel kinda lazy with my work load. Oh! And read Ringer's plot thread for Percy, Eva needs someone to talk to during that plot if Lance here is up for it ^^))
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Post by lancelot conall callaghan on Nov 3, 2010 18:21:25 GMT -5
PROF. L. C. CALLAGHAN____
He did not regret becoming a teacher, he did not regret becoming a teacher, he did not regret becoming a teacher. He repeated the mantra over and over in his head, eyes upon the top line of the first essay of the stack yet not having read a word beyond the first three – eyes glazed over as he stared as if able to see through the page. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, obviously the “launching into it” tactic was a failure, fine, he’d just have to find some way around it; make it into a challenge akin to one on the Quidditch pitch, if one play wasn’t working on your opponents you simply swapped to a different set-play entirely. So he took it slowly now, blinking once slowly before returning his look to the beginning of the essay.
“Oh f’r the love ‘f...” he cursed under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief at quite how nonsensical the very first line of the assignment was – the word deceleration used (and completely out of context as well) when he had specifically told the 3rd years not to use it as the term just ended up confusing things later on. He sighed and removed a pen from his pocket – another Muggle curio which he hadn’t quite managed to get over despite having been immersed in the Wizarding world for a good 16 years by this point in his life. He preferred the pen to the quill, it just made sense: why bother applying and reapplying ink when the same effect is gleaned from a good old fountain pen? Even if it did attract a few derisive sniffs from about the room, clearly he was still in that “probation” period when the other professors were still deciding whether he was a valuable member of the staff.
He didn’t look up as the voice of the young woman filtered into his consciousness, “Beginnin’ t’think I can’t either...” he raised an eyebrow, drawing back from the paper and turning it this way and that as he attempted to decipher the poor handwriting of the student being marked. He gave up quickly though, the motion more for effect than anything (he could quite easily have corrected the writing with a small spell, but that wouldn’t have proved his point) and looked up to the woman. Momentarily his breath caught in his throat, whatever his intended next sentence had been it had disappeared into the ether the moment he had laid eyes upon her face. Swallowing with a small clearing of his throat, and what he hoped was a pause much shorter than it felt, he managed to respond then, “Third years: absolute morons. Too young t’be cool, too old t’think they’re not.” He dropped the paper back on top of the stack and crossed one ankle across his knee, resting his arms upon the chair arms as if occupying a throne.
“So what’s it you do then?” he enquired, his momentary blunder into the realms of dumbfoundedness being pushed to the back of his mind as he tried to radiate confidence and suavity – intent on impressing the young woman for whatever reason. “I’d probably be no good at that either.” he commented by way of a joke (though who knows, it was most likely true regardless – if you weren’t a teacher here there was little other choice, and all the jobs required a definite skill).
STATUS:: done. WORDS:: five-seven-three. NOTES:: yep, he'd be happy to be that shoulder - might even have something to add too, revolving around nic... *ponders*. MUSIC:: redeemer - d'espairsray. TAGGS:: ms. e. m. tudor.
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Post by evangalinna michelle tudor on Nov 4, 2010 14:23:37 GMT -5
Eva looked around the room at all the other staff members that were currently in there. They had resumed their conversations with each other, quite possibly about the newcomer to the room now though. She shook her head at the thought of all the disproving looks that he had received upon entering. They aparently just didn't like someone being comfortable, although she had not recieved as many terrible looks herself. That was possibly because she was not a professor though, so while she was a collegue, she wasn't held as high to them as this man was.
Her attention was brought back to the man with his sudden outburst. She giggled quietly to herself, wondering what had happened. Then he pulled out a fountain pen. A pen! She grinned at that, realising that he had obviously spent some time as a muggle, either as a child or after he had graduated. Eva rolled her eyes at the sniffs that cam from various locations around the room, disapproval from the older staff again. Come on, new age people, pens were easier than quill and ink. Muggles did have something with that, even if they were behind in other technological advances. Then again, they couldn't perform spells so they had to do with what they had.
Then the man replied to her. She smiled at his comment. Aparently someone wasn't too confident in their skills to get through a stack of papers. She had always felt bad for the professors for that fact. But then his next comment, after he had looked up, made her laugh out loud. "They arn't all that bad. Just trying to find themselves. Trying to separate from the younger crowd to be with the older crowd." She thought about the muggle world, at thirteen most youth would have left elementary school and gone on to the next stage of school, back to being the youngest members of the population. But then at that age they were also trying to assert themselves as adults and not children. "I admit though, they do think they are cooler than they are."
Eva watched him drop the paper back down onto the pile. "I'm a nurse in training here. I get to see the effects of the kids who do dumb things, or have accidents like blowing up a potion in their faces." She gave the man a half smile. "As long as you can keep your lunch down, its a pretty basic job." She smirekd slightly at that. "Names Evangalinna by the way. Feel free to shorten it to Eva if you so desire." She nodded her head towards him, pushign a peice of hair that had fallen off of her face afterwards.
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Post by lancelot conall callaghan on Nov 4, 2010 19:58:32 GMT -5
PROF. L. C. CALLAGHAN____
He raised an eyebrow at her giggle, it hadn’t been much but it was a start, their relationship working its way up to the green end of the scale from the murky greys of unintroduction. He couldn’t help the smile that was tugging at the corners of his mouth, blowing his attempts at remaining vague, mysterious and alluring out of the water. He couldn’t help but flirt, it was in his nature; shallow all the way to his core. At least, he consoled himself, he wasn’t throwing himself at her feet (although it was tempting) – seeming to think that anything short of this was acceptable. But he caught that thought, puzzling over it for a second, his reaction to people wasn’t usually so strong, he was usually quite good at playing the cool customer and remaining aloof.
“Maybe I’m just old and bitter...” he shrugged light-heartedly, still twirling the pen around his fingers – managing to draw his eyes away from the young woman with this distraction, a feat he may not have achieved without some help otherwise. He hoped to keep conversation ticking over, not give himself the opportunity to act like one of those thirteen year olds that he had so recently been complaining about and give into those hormonal urges.
A nurse. Impressive. Not that he had expected anything less of her, a beautiful personality to match a beautiful exterior – it was only fitting really that she was adding to her qualities. “Very fancy – so you’re one of them people with exams and that to their name?” He left it there, not wanting to give away details about his past that might skew her judgement on who he was as a person; she didn’t seem to recognise him, which was good in that sense
He tipped an invisible hat to Eva, a smile of acknowledgement and growing familiarity playing around his expression before disappearing entirely – at seemingly nothing, or perhaps it would seem something that she had said. “Lancelot.” he continued in the same vein with thoroughly unimpressed tones very evident on his smooth vocals, rolling his eyes at his parent’s stupidity for following the trend that was floating about around the time of his birth for giving your child a name from myth or legend. “Might have t’punch you if you call me that though – right in the mouth. Don’t think y’r pretty face’d get you outta that one.” He paused for emphasis, remaining all seriousness but the joke was clear, lingering somewhere just behind the facade of threat, the young man clearly would never find himself in a position to do such a thing, “Lance’s just fine.”
He was trying hard not to read into her actions, and so early in their acquaintance of course they meant little, but the little titter of laughter had stuck in his mind and now she was playing with her hair – these were signs of flirting, along the same lines as the biting of the lower lip and the obvious stretching to accentuate curves. He allowed himself a little smugness, though was carefully guarded against letting any show in his expression. Of course, if he was imagining it all, he wouldn’t be deterred; instead he would redouble his efforts to show her that he was right for her, that they should be together, that... He paused on this again, wondering quite what it was about her that had grabbed him, but he drew another blank and instead attempted to focus on some proper conversation.
“So how long y’been here then that you’re down with the psychology o’the kids already then?”
STATUS:: done. WORDS:: six-oh-oh. NOTES:: poor ikkle lancey... MUSIC:: village of dwarves - rhapsody. TAGGS:: ms. e. m. tudor. [/quote]
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Post by evangalinna michelle tudor on Nov 4, 2010 21:29:54 GMT -5
Eva watched as a smile tugged at the man's lips. She shook her head a little at that, knowing very well that it was hard to not smile after someone had laughed, even if it was only a giggle. Then again, she was also used to men taking one look at her and smiling dumbly at her. To give this man credit, he caught himself, but it had happened anyways, coudln't be helped. Eva had always struggled with how long to wait before she told a man she was a veela. She had not yet told Percy this important fact, and she really didn't know why, but she almost felt like it was an important fact to mention to this man.
At his next comment Eva had to stiffle a laugh, and did a half snort because of it. "You can't be that old and bitter. You don't look that much older than me, and definatly not even close to half as old as some of these other professors." She looked at the other staff and shook her head. "At least they are starting younger now, else they will have no staff in about ten years by my count."
Eva nodded slowly. You could say she had exams and such to her name. She had a diploma from the muggle world to add to it as well, which was interesting. "Ya, I suppose you could say that." She shrugged a little as she spoke. Eva wasn't really one to go on about her accomplishments. "What do you do?" She asked, nodding her head towards him. She had already told him what she did, and he was clearly a professor, but for which class was the question.
Lancelot. What an awesome name, in her opinion. She thought back to her history class back when she was a kid, and realized the name was from the time of King Arthur. She smiled, then heard his threat. It was a joke, but still. Her smile turned to a frown, but then a smile once more. "Aww, but Lancelot was one of the coolest knights from King Arthur's court." She smiled sheepishly. "I'm a bit of a fan of the muggle world...Ok, well, more than a fan. I'm kinda half blood... Spent my early years there. My dad is a history nut." Eva felt the need to explain herself a little bit on that. She didn't exactly know why, probably the name and his obviousness with being unimpressed by it. "But if you prefer, I shall stick with Lance."
She watched his changing expression. No matter how used to that one got, it never really got any less entertaining to someone who you knew. true, Eva really had just met Lance, but they were co-workers, she had seen him around the school before too. Eva wondered what he was thinking about, whether just how pretty she was, or if he was trying to convince himself to not pledge his undying love for her. Yes, aparently this was someone who should know that she was a veela. She looked down at the book that was still in her hands and placed it on the table where his papers still sat, esentially untouched. She looked back up at Lance just as he spoke.
"How long have I been here?" She asked, a little shocked by the question, mostly because she was a little lost in thought for a few moments. "Oh, not long. I took a few child development courses in the muggle world though...and I kinda still remember being that young myself." Eva gave Lance a small smile once more. She didn't know what else to say on that, and she really wanted him to understand why he was feeling sort of drawn to her. "Umm.." She paused and sighed, shaking her head at herself. She was nervous about just coming right out and saying it, she wasn't exactly as skilled as her mother was with that.
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Post by lancelot conall callaghan on Nov 7, 2010 19:04:18 GMT -5
PROF. L. C. CALLAGHAN____
“It’s all make-up and fancy tricks make me look this fair of face...” he joked, motioning around with his hand to the ether as he did so, blaming the lighting or something along those lines that would have caused her to think him young – clearly a joke, poking fun at himself as he attempted to coax some more laughter out of her, it was one of the things that he did best besides flying. Though she was already laughing – even if it was slightly ineloquent, as he noted the snort (the little quirk bringing a fresh smile to his face). “Okay, okay, y’got me – I’m the good side of 30! But still, all these whippersnappers not make y’feel older than your years?” he paused considering her, “Well, maybe not someone like you...” his comment was a little offhanded, more to himself than actually in address to the young woman. He dropped his eyes, a twinge of embarrassment creeping into his psyche, regretting voicing his final comment just a touch.
He was glad that the conversation seemed to be moving on however, “Flying.” he stated simply, wondering if she would put two and two together to come up with his history. Of course, maybe he was just being big headed and egotistical: yes, his name was big in the realms of Quidditch, but not every witch and wizard was a fan of the sport, and even within the fans not everyone would know his name, and the game had moved on with new players and stars, he had probably been forgotten by many already. Secretly, he hoped that she would pick up on it without him saying anything; of course, he would act embarrassed and like it was the last thing that he wanted to talk about, but he was fairly desperate to impress people and win them over at the moment – seemingly especially her. “Can’t say I thought there’d be this much paperwork though. Thought it’d be all about the brooms and the Quidditch and that.” He shrugged lightly again, looking back at the stack of papers with a hint of lament.
“Well, if I’m honest, you’re probably one ‘f the ones who’d get away with it.” he kept his tone casual, and for the most part that wasn’t an act – his mind and heart rate calming slightly as time was passing. “An’ I’m fairly sure there’s not much I could do about it if anyone did take a likin’ to my Sunday name – guess I’d just have t’go with it.” He did feel a slight pang of smugness as she professed liking his name, she had actually been one of the few that hadn’t laughed at him for being lumbered with such a title.
Half-blood. That was a key word right there. At least she wouldn’t recoil in horror when she found out that he was muggleborn. He was glad that she seemed someone perfectly at home in both worlds – a rare kind of person in these times – someone akin in nature to himself. His holidays from the team were spent mostly with his family in the Muggle part of Dublin, he had tried to convince them to spend some time in Wizarding towns and such but his parents were having none of it, stuck in their ways. It wasn’t that they were anti-wizard, it was simply that they enjoyed the simplicity of their “normal” lives – perfectly happy that some of their children had such gifts, but not interested in having any of it for themselves (even if they did secretly read the newspapers that Lance and his brother sent home on the fortnight).
“Umm..? What’s umm?” he asked with a pang of concern and furrowed eyebrows, wondering if he had just zoned out across a question, missed some important sign that it was his turn to speak or something along the same lines.
STATUS:: done. WORDS:: six-four-five. NOTES:: -shawt-. MUSIC:: nada. TAGGS:: ms. e. m. tudor.
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Post by evangalinna michelle tudor on Nov 8, 2010 1:06:57 GMT -5
Eva shook her head with a laugh at what Lance had said. Make-up and fancy tricks could not make someone look that young if they weren't. Well, they could, they were in the magical world after all, but she still did not believe it for an instant. The next comment that he said just made her smile. The better side of 30, that was one way to say it. So then he was younger than 30, but by how much was the question. She caught his offhand comment, well, compliment, and smiled even more. Sometimes, she couldn't help but feel happy at a comment like that. "Nah, these kids don't make me feel too old. Just thankful that I didn't have anything too horrible happen to me while in school. Some of the kids that come in have some pretty bad damage done to them, its rather scary at times." She shook her head a little at the thought.
She nodded as Lance had said that he was the flying teacher. Eva remembered back to her school days when she had to learn to fly. At first she had been terrified of heights, having been in airplanes where you had a nice seat, and walls all around you. But once she got the hang of it, flying had been fun. Obviously this man had really loved flying, for he now taught it to the students himself. She then wondered if he had played Quidditch at all, going through her mind to see if she had read anything about a Lance. She couldn't think of anything in particular, making a mental note to ask either her parents, who had stayed in the wizarding world while she was away in the muggle world, or Percy, to see if the name meant anything. Eva supposed that she could jsut ask him, but maybe if he had been a Quidditch player and something terrible had happened that he wouldn't want to talk about it. His next comment broke her train of thought, and brought her back to reality. "Ya, I wouldn't guess that there would be paperwork with flying. Maybe a few short quizzes to make sure they knew how to control their broom or whatever, or knew how to play quidditch...but I dunno." Eva was quite glad that she was not a professor.
Eva grinned, aparently her admission about her love for the name had sort of made him cave a little. She did really like the name Lancelot, she had not lied about that, but she would also respect that he wasn't a huge fan of it. She would probably throw it in every once in awhile, just to tease him, but mostly she would say 'Lance.' "I'm sure you could do something about it. Ya know, throw a few punches, maybe a few spells." She shrugged with a small smirk on her lips. "Could probably fly circles around them as well, make them too dizzy to understand what was happening."
The small patch of silence that had fallen between the two was not awkward. Eva felt a little bit of peice. He had not said anything about half-bloods being a horrible thing that should not be allowed to exist in the wizarding world. He hadn't said anything about it actually. but that didn't bug Eva in the least. She was proud of her heritage, the half-blood part at least. Sometimes she wasn't proud of her mother's side, but that was a different story all together. She smiled, thinking about her parents, she hadn't spoken to them in awhile, maybe she would ship them an owl later that day. She smiled to herself at the thought.
"Hmm? She asked, having broken out of her thoughts. The umm had caused him some concern it seemed. Eva couldn't help but smile a little at his reaction. She should have said something else, you know, maybe say 'hey, theres something you should know about me.' But no, she had said 'umm'. "Oh, I was just thinking about how brave my mom is about telling people about herself, then I look at myself, and I'm such a coward." She gave a faint smile to Lance. She had always struggled with admitting she was a veela. "I just kinda feel the need to be honest, and its just hard. I dunno. I get scared at what people's reactions may be, and then chicken out." She shook her head, thinking about her first meeting with Percy. She had thought many times about telling him, and she had chickened out just as many times.
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Post by lancelot conall callaghan on Nov 9, 2010 19:30:00 GMT -5
PROF. L. C. CALLAGHAN____
“Ah, s’all fun an’ games though right?” he dismissed her claims – figuring she was angling at the fact that things were worse nowadays with all the malicious spells that had been invented and accumulated in the general student knowledge over the years. “They’re still just kids, an’ they got the likes of you and yours and all these professors around t’keep ‘em safe... Although,” he motioned over his shoulder with a thumb, leaning in closer as he dropped his tones, “Don’t like the looks ‘f them over by the window,” The group of teachers in question were the lowest on the list of sinister suspects in anyone’s book – kindly looking old witches who looked the type to teach divination, astronomy and herbology: the fluffy subjects that no one took too seriously with teachers who were about as threatening as miniature puffskeins. He nodded meaningfully, yet clearly sarcastically, in backing of his “suspicions”.
“Nah, nah. They make me set essays an’ stuff.” he removed a very creased and wrinkled folded pad of parchment – perhaps 4 or 5 double sided sheets of tin spidery writing – from his jacket pocket, and smoothed out the yellowed paper, brandishing it towards the nurse-in-training, but holding on to them as if his life depended on it. “These are his instructions, the professor before me – left ‘is scribbles t’follow so I had some semblance of a lesson plan! Rather’n me just ramblin’ on about the old games an’ not gettin’ anywhere.” He shook his head with vigour, an exasperated breath escaping his lips as he replaced the instructions in the breast pocket of his shirt. “Think the kids prefer it my way though, truth be told...” He glanced out of the staff room’s window, the Quidditch stadium just visible beyond a copse of tree tops and a protruding corner of the castle; the sight relaxing him slightly and reminding him of the good side of the job. He supposed the paperwork would get easier with time, and it was worth it if it meant he was still allowed to play his sport and share his enthusiasm for it. “Y’wanna test them flyin’ though, y’gotta get them out flying. No two ways about it.”
He hoped that he hadn’t gone too far with his joke of a threat; perhaps people who he was very new around weren’t so in tune with his odd sense of humour that such a joke would be seen as humorous. Perhaps he was just too sarcastic or too good an actor for his own good at times. He cursed himself inwardly, conscious effort would have to be taken so that misunderstandings didn’t occur – at least until they were a little better acquainted. “I’m sure I’d have no idea of my way around a fight...” he ventured innocently, attempting to look angelic but succeeding more in just pulling a silly face. He wanted to add a comment about that being a horrible stereotype of his countrymen, but decided against it as per his prior resolution – it was too soon to be throwing about the insults and name-calling (at least until she started it, then it would be acceptable to tease her back).
Her answers served only to confuse him more. Although he had clearly not missed out on a question, there was definitely something that he wasn’t picking up on – or couldn’t pick up on – in the young woman’s thoughts. He listened to her words carefully, allowing them to process in his mind before he even attempted to think of a reply. Was she still talking about being a half-blood? She didn’t seem to have had trouble with that, but perhaps it was the “speaking before you think” idea and the meaning was just catching up with her. But that didn’t seem to make sense. “I’m sure it’s not that bad love.” he replied with an enquiring tone, though one subtle enough that it could have been mistaken for a lilt on his accent rather than a prying question, “Pretty girl like you, what’s there t’be ashamed of?” There was a genuine worry in his voice, eyebrows knitted together in concern, leaning towards her again so as if she were to tell him her troubles, she wouldn’t have to shout them to the world.
STATUS:: done. WORDS:: seven-one-oh. NOTES:: i'm alive! sorry if it sucks, i may or may not be under the influence of many drugs. MUSIC:: all for one - monty python's spamalot. TAGGS:: ms. e. m. tudor.
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Post by evangalinna michelle tudor on Nov 10, 2010 23:12:47 GMT -5
Eva nodded slowly, wondering if she was that careless back in her school days. She didn't think she was, but maybe what she had thought was careless at the time isn't what it was now. The thought made her wonder if she had shown up in the Hospital Wing like some of the kids she had seen, but dismissed it because she didn't think that she had. "I guess. Maybe I just wasn't that reckless as a kid..." She smiled a small smile towards Lance. "But you are right, at lease we are here to keep them as safe as possible." Eva looked where he pointed then, and couldn't help but smile a bit. "Oh ya, those ones look like they are ready to hurt some of these students." A small laugh escaped her lips with that, picturing the kind looking witches shooting the death curse at the students. It just didn't work.
The papers that Lance pulled out witht he small script looked very....scary to say the least. She couldn't imagine trying to decifer what those pages said. "Ouch. That makes me even more thankful about not being a professor. I would hate to be left with a bunch of pages with writing that tiny to try to read." Eva admitted with a small smile. She was so thankful that all she had to deal with were kids with random damages done to their bodies, at least that was completely practical knowledge. Eva shook her head a little. "If your way involves more flying, less papers, I wouldn't doubt it." Eva smiled at the thought. She didn't remember much about flying from school, having not played Quidditch, or gone in the class longer than she needed to. It wasn't that she didn't like flying, it just wasn't, you know, her top priority in life. She did like flying,but healing was more important to her. Her thoughts were broken by Lance's next statement about testing their flying. She grinned "Just be sure to now send too many of em my way huh? I would hate to have to question your skills cause of some kids who couldn't stay on their brooms." She smiled, trying to hold in the laughter at the thought of Lance letting some kids fall off their broom. He didn't seem like that type of person at all.
Another genuine smile appeared across Eva's face at Lance's next statement. If put into a situation, she was sure that he would be just fine fighting his way out. It all went back to the fight or flight debate. Sometimes you had to fight your way through it, other times you could get away with flight. Each situation was different, no doubt, but that didn't mean that someone couldn't fight. "Oh come on, I'm sure the likes of you could fight your way out if need be." Eva raised an eyebrow with a small smile.
What Lance said made complete sense to her. It really wasn't that bad. She couldn't exactly help what she was, so it really wasn't bad, but it didn't make it any less scary. She shrugged "It's not bad. And Its not really that I'm ashamed of it." She paused for a second, thinking about the best way to say what she wanted to say. "You ever had the feeling like some people are just attracted to you because of who you are?" A small frown appeared on her face, thinking that maybe he didn't know what she meant, but that didn't matter. Eva bite her lip, trying to figure out the right words. "See, my 'half-blood' status goes a little bit farther than just one muggle parent and one witch parent." She paused again, trying to gauge Lance's reaction to what she was saying.
((in case you didn't guess, I'm going with Eva missed the whole Lance drama, she spent a few years in the muggle world after she graduated...so it kinda works out like that))
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Post by lancelot conall callaghan on Nov 11, 2010 7:17:30 GMT -5
PROF. L. C. CALLAGHAN____
He felt more comfortable in that conversation than he had in almost the entirety of his time back at the castle so far; here was someone who genuinely wanted a conversation with him, for everything that he was rather than what he had been or what they imagined him to be. It wasn’t that the other professors had been unwelcoming or unfriendly, it simply seemed that they doubted his credentials but were too polite as to ask exactly why it was that he was here. He supposed this was fair enough, after all what did he know about being a teacher? But it wasn’t like he was coming in blind, Flying was what he did and what he knew – who better to teach a subject than someone with practical experience in the field they were lecturing about? He dismissed such thoughts and brought his attentions back to the subject at hand: here was Eva, a gorgeous girl, talking to him, making jokes and making friends. Things were turning up for the better finally it seemed.
“Ah well, I’ll do me best, but I’m makin’ no promises. I push ‘em hard. Guess I still gotta find their limits, used to dealing with slightly more advanced fliers usually so...” He caught himself, not ready to give that game away yet (why waste such an impressive fact when things were going so well on his natural charisma and charm?). “But I’m sure you could cope with them regardless. It’s probably me that’ll be needin’ more lookin’ after after chasing them about all day.” he paused, with a short laugh and added, “Or after one of ‘em fights you seem so keep to get me involved in.”
"You ever had the feeling like some people are just attracted to you because of who you are?"
He raised his eyebrows at this, wondering if she had just been playing coy all of this time – his ego relating this to his own situation rather than the heritage debate that Eva had so recently been talking about. He laughed shortly again, sounding a little taken aback, “Know exactly what y’mean...” he nodded along with his answer, mind skipping back to all those encounters with enthusiastic fans (and too enthusiastic fans), paparazzi and hyperbolic media. “It’s a shame when people don’t really want t’know you for who you really are...” he commented quietly, half to himself, as he suddenly found great interest in his fingernails, eyes falling from the young woman to them. The turnaround of the conversation brought him back with a questioning look however, how did one get from attractiveness to blood-status with such a seamless sedgeway? An amused puzzlement occupied his expression then, a laugh on his tone as he enquired, “So what’re you then? A Vampire? A Werewolf? Or some other vicious beastie that’s gonna kill us all in our sleep? No, wait. Let me guess. You’ve got some acromantula in you, right?” he huffed shaking his head as he continued to joke, “Tha’s it isn’t it? Knew you were too good to be true. Can’t be standing spiders me...” He paused again letting the words hang on the air, hoping that the jokes had lightened the mood a bit – although of course, he didn’t want to take away from the importance of what she was about to say (as it did seem like something she needed to psyche herself up for) – and made her feel more comfortable in talking.
STATUS:: done. WORDS:: five-seven-six. NOTES:: yeah, that's cool - probably more interesting plotwise then =). MUSIC:: hallelujah - jeff buckley. TAGGS:: ms. e. m. tudor.
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Post by evangalinna michelle tudor on Nov 11, 2010 21:12:04 GMT -5
Eva watched as Lance appeared to be lost in his own thought for a few moments. It wasn't that awkward kind of lost in thoughts, it was more relaxed, like it didn't matter that it was silent for a few moments. During those few moments Eva too got herself lost in her own thoughts. She began thinking about how nice it was to have someone at least close to her age in the staff to be friends with. It wasn't that she minded being around older adults, but sometimes they just got on her nerves. She thought back to Lance's grand entrance to the room, thinking about the looks that he had recieved at first, and smiled a little. That was rather comical.
Her thoughts were broken when Lance spoke again. The words brought a smile to her lips once more "I guess your best is all that I can ask. But then again, as long as no students end up as a pie on the ground I think you'll be good." She pictured for a few moments one of the students falling to the ground from high enough to become a pie on the ground and cringed a little bit. That was quite a scary thought. Eva quickly pushed that thought out of her mind, and went back to listening to what Lance had to say. She raised an eyebrow at what he said next. He'll be the one needing to be cared for huh? A small smirk crossed her face. "oh don't worry, theres plenty of us nurses. I'm sure while I handle the kids one will care for you." The smirk continued on her face for a few moments. "Though, if I wasn't busy I suppose I would be willing to help out a little."
She laughed at the next comment about him staying involved in those fights. "Hey, I just didn't want you to feel weak is all. I thought men wanted women to make them feel tough, no?" Another smirk planted itself on her lips again, before being blown away with a laugh. She hoped that he understood she was teasing. Eva didn't exactly want to crush his manliness, but she didn't want him to crush it either. "Besides, battle wounds can be pretty cool." Eva smiled a little, thinking about Lance ending up with some random scar from getting into a fight. She shook her head with a small laugh "Kay, sometimes battle wounds can be cool, depends on what happens. No need to get into a fight though, no worries there."
The thought that another staff member knew exactly what she meant by people only liking you for what you are never crossed Eva's mind, so she was a little shocked when Lance said that he did. Of course, she had no idea what his life had entailed before he became a teacher, maybe he had some secret past as she did, who really knew? Either way, what lance said next had more meaning to Eva than he would probably understand currently. "I agree. People can be so shallow sometimes. Like, what people show on the outside is only half of who they really are, at most. I just wish that everyone thought like that." Another small frown appeared on her face. People who weren't shallow seemed to be few and far between, especially in the times they were in currently. Her thoughts trailed momentarily to her mother once again, wondering how she had dealt with all those years before Eva's father.
Of course, then came the jokes. Lance seemed to have a knack for keeping the mood light. She couldn't help but smile at his comments. A vampire or werewolf? Eva guessed that maybe werewolf she could get away with, but vampire? Couldn't they like...not survive in the sunlight? Then he went on even farther. A laugh burst forth from her lips when he stopped on acromantula. Giant spiders. "Oh yes, let me just pull out my other four legs to show you." She said, sarcasm coming through along with the laughter. "That would be horrible. I'm not scared of spiders, but I'm not a fan either. Imagine being something you don't like." A shiver crept up her spine thinking about that. Scary thoughts. "Thankfully I wouldn't consider myself dangerous. Unless of course I get mad, but then, what girl isn't scary when mad right?" Then Eva realised that there was no going back now. It wasn't as if she could suddenly stop and turn back time, she now had to actually tell Lance what she was. She took a slow, deep breath and released it. "Well...I'm sorta half Veela." There, she had said it. Eva cringed a little bit, half expecting Lance to burst out laughing and walk away because he understood the strange attraction, and then didn't worry about getting to know her anymore. Then, she remembered what he had said earlier, about knowing what she meant. With that realization Eva relaxed a little, waiting to see what Lance would say.
((lol, ya, and also the fact that Lance knows about the veela thing while Percy doesn't, I think that adds to an interesting plot ^^ .... I kinda also pictured a bit of a Lance/Percy thread and Lance being all "dude, theres more to her than you know, give her a chance" and then Percy being all "what?" -grin-))
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Post by lancelot conall callaghan on Nov 12, 2010 20:12:07 GMT -5
PROF. L. C. CALLAGHAN____
He leant back with a continued easy smile on his face, folding his arms behind his head and getting comfortable in the high-backed armchair (which really was remarkably easy, he would have to procure one of these chairs for his own study in the castle – though he very much doubted how much work he would get done in so comfortable a seat). He glanced at the pile of papers again, a twinge of guilt shocking through him; they had been all that he had intended to do tonight, to hand them back to the students the following day. But he supposed they could wait, mitigating circumstances and all, and he had only just collected them that afternoon, and they were only third years’ papers, and they weren’t exactly important essays... He looked around in what he hoped was an innocent glance (although from experience, and slightly on purpose, he knew he looked like a naughty child who thought that they had gotten away with stealing a cookie), all the while listening to Eva’s stipulations over his mutilating of students. “Righto, no deaths – go’cha.” He saluted to her from his slouched, comfortable position.
He nodded along with her agreement, a look of acceptance upon his face, “Aye, tell me about it...” He thought of all the terrible people that he had met over the course of his career, and of how much more smoothly everything could have gone if everyone had just been polite and friendly. But of course, that would’ve made everything too easy: no, you had to have the obsessive fans, the ones who broke through security cordons, the ones who evaded personal protection precautions... And then there were the ones who were like sheep and followed everything blindly that they read in the papers; disregarding everything that they knew to be fact about a person over one silly article in a clearly biased publication. “ S’pose y’can’t change people’s perceptions, once they got an idea in their heads...” he trailed off with a shrug of defeat, adding without trying to hide the bitterness on his tone (although he wasn’t fishing for questions), “People gotta be people – an’ in general we suck at being nice.”
He was glad that she laughed, it seemed that he had timed to jokes correctly – not too soon to be thought of as rude and misunderstood, not too late to be out of the blue, seemingly random and seen as him trying too hard. He made a face as she talked about spiders, “I agree. Four legs is plenty – and still too many in some situations...” His mind flitted briefly to the outline of something large and hairy with big teeth, silhouetted against a full moon (just because his imagination was annoyingly iconic at times); but he didn’t want to talk about that either so let the matter slide – hoping that Eva’s big news that she needed to spill was something sufficient that this would be glanced over.
“Huh.” was all he managed, his highly mobile eyebrows raised skywards again, “Right.” he also proceeded to offer as his mind whirred over this fact and its implications. So many questions half formulated themselves in his brain but none came to the forefront of his attentions enough that he dared voice them, for fear of offence or embarrassing himself. He sat forwards again then, his expression still holding a smile (although not a forced one as he might have imagined would have been his reaction to hearing such news). “So...” he started slowly, the cogs turning in his head clearly visible in his face, the words coming in pairs and triplets, “...I guess that I’ve just been making an arse’f mysel’ for the past 20 minutes then...” He blinked at her with an apologetic look overtaking his expression although a grin still did reside on his lips, embarrassment beginning to creep in – he wouldn’t have been surprised if his cheeks were even stained a little light pink.
STATUS:: done. WORDS:: six-six-two. NOTES:: well, jumping between that and "die you bastard, i want her!" =P. MUSIC:: here comes your man - the pixies. TAGGS:: ms. e. m. tudor.
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Post by evangalinna michelle tudor on Nov 14, 2010 3:27:05 GMT -5
Eva watched as Lance relaxed back into the comfortable chair. She, too, moved a little in the chair, her knees falling asleep in the current position that she sat in. Eva had completely forgotten how she was sitting until Lance adjusted himself in the chair. She placed her feet on the ground now, and if possible she sank a little farther into the chair. A small laugh escapped her lips when she realized this, and she switched around so that her legs were hanging off one side of the chair, her back resting on the other armrest, facing Lance. She looked back at him just in time to catch his attempt at innocence. This brough on a new laugh, especially at the salut that he gave her. "Man, if I didn' tknow any better I would think that you had just gotten away with murder!" She shook her head with a smile on her face. She seemed to be doing that alot lately. It made her feel really good to think about how much she had smiled the past few days alone. "I so need to steal me one of these chairs though, I must admit. Too comfy for their own good."
Lance's next statement turned her smile to a small frown. "Thats so true. And its sad." She thought back to when Percy had said that he always had to put on a happy face. No one should have to do that, and people shoudl not think what they believed in the papers. She sighed. "I wish that everyone could just understand that not everyone is as they appear. Like, get to know people before you judge them." She paused for a second when the picture of the random lady tackling Percy and kissing him. With a small shiver up her spine she added "And you know...not tackle famous people randomly. That was just wrong." She shook her head, shaking the picture out of her mind.
The smile returned to her face once more, then turned into a slightly confused frown. Sometimes four legs could be too many? Eva wondered just what Lance meant by that. How could four legs be too many? Sure, cats and dogs could get by with three legs, but four was best. She debated for a few moments to ask what he had meant by that, but then part of her didn't want to know either. Maybe it was part of his secret past that made him so nice? You know, what made him understand how she had felt with people being jerks and such. Her curiosity got the better of her though, what had Lance meant? "How can four legs be too many? Get attacked by a psychotic great dane as a child?" Eva gave Lance a small smile with that. Jokes seemed to be a good way to get out what you don't want to say, so she decided to give it a shot herself.
As it turned out, Eva had braced herself for nothing. She watched as his expression changed as her words processed through his brain. She bite her lip, wondering what he would say after the gears stopped turning, what his reaction would actually be. Then as he spoke she watched the apologetic look appear on his face, as well as his cheeks reddening. Eva was a little taken aback by his statement. Lance making an arse of himself? No, that wasn't what was going on. Eva shook her head no, then a short laugh escapped her lips. "No. You havn't, actually." She sighed, trying to focus her own thoughts once more. She shook her head with a short laugh "your reaction though. Its not at all what I expected. I more expected you to like....laugh at me then walk away." She paused, then continued. "But then I thought about it, and how quickly you agreed with me when I said how people only take others at face value, like what others say about them, or just see at first glance. It just makes me wonder..." She paused again. How did she ask someone how they could understand what she meant? And was it any of her business anyway?
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