Peace and...Quiet? -Lance-

[lancelot conall callaghan]

PROF. L. C. CALLAGHAN____

He grinned, apparently having not gone unnoticed as he decided the fate of the papers, a shrug raising and falling his shoulders again as he continued to eke out a proper niche of comfort in the chair. A smirk reached his face again as she professed her love to the chairs, “Ah, great minds and all that.” he pointed a finger between himself and the nurse a few times, the smirk taking on a knowing overtone on his face, “Unless you’re a psychic too, then that’s just cheatin’.” He shot her a look then that questioned whether this was true, as if expecting another revelation and ready to tell her off in accordance with this. “No seer in you as well that I should be knowin’ about?”

“What can you do though?” he conceded, eyes flicked quickly up to Eva as she mentioned “famous people”. His curiosity itself was piqued as she said this, was she still playing coy with knowing who he was? He wondered if she had an agenda but at the same time wondered why she would require such an agenda. He remembered that he would probably be required to respond, so he scoffed again (hopefully with none too noticeable of a pause), “T’yeah. Who would think of doing that? Or put up with it..? People are crazy.” He rolled his eyes a little too obviously for it to have been purely on response to her comments.

Lance noted the frown that graced across her features then, anticipating the question she was about to ask, steeling himself for it – thinking of any wriggle room that he might have after his comment. It had been a stupid thing to say, but it was a part of who he was to give such offhanded comments – at least nowadays, previously he was guarded with his answers and turn of phrase (anything and everything that he said could and would have been taken either out of context or on the ambiguous angle that he hadn’t meant. Great Dane – he could use that, answer that part of the question and conveniently forget about the actual question. “Psychotic Great Dane?” he managed a laugh, though the expression didn’t extend to his eyes – a glazed look to their brown hue – “Big softies really, got one m’self.” His expression did pick up a little then, hints of an actual smile again evident on his features, “4 months, wouldn’t hurt a fly let alone attack anyone.” But as he met her gaze again he found himself unable to keep his mouth shut, a more sullen look coming to his face, “Think something a bit bigger, a bit more wild, a bit more dangerous, a bit more once a month...” he offered a weak smile, his arms dropping back to his knees and a frown creasing his brow.

“Why would anyone do that?” he wondered quite what madness that was, again he found an expression of sympathy for the young woman. It had clearly taken a lot for her to tell him, he wondered how many other people had been told in likewise circumstances – and then, it fell, how many had reacted as she had described. “Oh that.” he paused a little, a ghost of a smile about his face, “I’m part veela too – that’s why I’m so roguishly handsome and have so many beautiful woman all flocking about me.” he grinned, laughing shortly with a wave of his hand dismissing his comment as of little consequence. The joke covered his avoidance of that unvoiced question – perhaps the prior revelation was enough for the time being and would distract her enough as that this would be left alone (although undoubtedly, one would lead to the other).

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STATUS:: done.
WORDS:: six-one-nine.
NOTES:: blargh...
MUSIC:: f1 abu dahbi grand prix.
TAGGS:: ms. e. m. tudor.

[evangalinna michelle tudor]

Eva nodded with a large toothy smile on her face. "But then you know, then end to that saying is that fools seldem differ...." She shook her head though. That was a well known saying, she herself had been saying it since childhood. Then she laughed. "Nah, I don't beleive that I'm psychic. Don't believe we have any seers on my mother's side, just the Veela." She smiled, a soft sigh escaping her lips at the same time. Once the word Veela was on the table, life seemed to get even easier. The understanding of the attraction for people made Eva's life easier sometimes, more relaxed. Besides, now she could just openly use the word with no fear. That alone felt wonderful.

She thought for a moment. What could she do about it? Probably nothing but just accept it. Famous people. With a small shake of her head Eva smiled a little bit once more. "i guess just whine and complain to those you know." She laughed a little at that. "I think the people who are just desperate for attention. But like, really. Just cause someone is famous doesn't mean they want people around them all the time. I don't know how they do it. Like..." She sighed, not sure if she should talk about her encounter with Percy. Did she want to be asked a million questions about him? "I dunno. People are strange." She paused for a second, thinking about his eye roll. Did Lance know what it was like to be famous? She didn't know a thing about what he did before he was a teacher. "Just curiosity here, but if you don't mind my asking, what did you do before you were a teacher? You just...no offense, but you don't seem boring enough to have decided to be a teacher right out of school." Eva hoped that she wouldn't just be ignored. She was quite curious as to how Lance understood what she was talking about, though he had made no hints of being famous at all. Had she missed something while in the muggle world?

Eva watched Lance as he considered what she had said. She had meant the great dane thing as a joke for sure. She smiled at his laugh, though noted that it wasn't totally convincing. "Big goobers more like it." She said with a shake of her head. "Four months? Man, he must be tiny still. I've got one myself. Little older than four months though....More like, two years." She smiled, never guessing that they would have dogs in common. "Mine is a little psychotic though, I think my brother has played rough with him." She shook her head at that, bu also Eva had noted the expression brighted truly for a few m oments there when talking about his dog. Aparently this was a good topic to mesh with another harder one. Then his expression got darker as he continued on to a darker topic. "More wild and more once a month...?" Eva considered what he could be talking about, and then the realization hit. "A werewolf? Your kidding?" Her brain kept turning for a few moments, then another realization hit. "Your not a werewolf...are you? I mean...I'm not scared, but that would be a good thing to know."

She shrugged. As they had said before, people were strange. "I dunno, people are weird, remember?" She gave Lance a smal smile at that. Then he answered her question. He was part veela too? This brough a very large smile to her face. "Sorry darlin, your not pretty boy enough to be a veela. You should see my brother. Now he's a pretty boy." She smirked "You do pass for handsome though. I don't think you would need the help of a Veela to have most girls flocking." She considered that for a minute, then with a small laugh added "You can take the girls after I have made them jealous stealing the boy's attention."

[lancelot conall callaghan]

PROF. L. C. CALLAGHAN____

“See well, I was tryin’ t’be nice – tell y’yer not just a pretty face an’ all. But if you want us both t’be fools then,” he held his hands up either side of his head in typical ‘you got me, I’ll come quietly’ fashion, “guess that’s what we’re going with.” He smiled a characteristic lopsided grin, tilting his head over to the side slightly and rubbing the back of his neck with one hand – the motion done out of nervous energy, needed to fidget with something just in case she didn’t laugh or respond with some comment to fill the gap that would be left after he had spoken. He grinned as she made a joke at her own expense – on the subject that she had been so touchy about revealing, he noted that he must have been doing something right for that to have been how she continued to talk on the matter.

He nodded in what he hoped was an impassive manner as she explained her knowledge of people being deeper than they appear with regards to a professional forum, resting an arm upon the chair’s arm and in turn his chin upon his hand, finger idly moving back and forth across the peppering of stubble on his chin in regular rhythm. She couldn’t be talking about anyone but him now, the clues were all there – the lack of details on who these famous “people” were, the fact that she was definitely retaining some privy information, the knowing little smiles that accompanied her looks in his direction... He was poised to question her, the words on the tip of his tongue as she spoke again – her question now directly appointed to him, rather than her vagaries of psychology and philosophy.

“Hmm?” he questioned back, as his brain tried to catch up with the fact that he was expected to use some recall of his memory to answer her, continuing to do so without needing to be prompted. “Oh, well.” he paused for a brief moment, diverting his eyes to the ceiling as he thought of how best to phrase his answer, “You’re right, I didn’t want t’be a teacher – in fact, it was the one thing that I completely ruled out as a profession the moment I stepped foot in my primary school back in Dublin. Didn’t want to be here a minute more than I had t’...” he nodded emphatically then, realising the irony of the situation, couldn’t help but grin again (the expression having faded as he had begun to talk about himself). “I got lucky – got to be what every kid wants to be – I got to fly for a living.” He half shrugged then, almost in apology to her, adjusting himself in the seat by sitting forwards, “Kestrels took me for a good few years straight from school, then I came over here and joined the Magpies.” He nodded, looking down at his hands as he wrung them through each other between his knees, his brow furrowing in familiar look of worry that occupied his face when there wasn’t a grin plastered across it. “But times changed, things went bad. I had t’get out.” he added quickly with a hand reassuringly pointed in her direction, “An’ that’s the fun bit...” he turned his gaze back to her then, sitting up straight again and purposefully setting one arm upon each rest. “Then a year later, I find myself here.” He shrugged with a short, derisive laugh, the story’s end not particularly satisfying to the young man.

“Nah, don’t worry – you’re safe; I’m not a Werewolf...” he dismissed her concerns with a wave of his hand, “Got away all in one piece. Reckon it was just a warning off, or I wouldn’ta been so lucky...” He shook his head again, intent on not getting bogged down again with the memories and details that haunted him – not in front of Eva anyway. He didn’t want to talk about it really – he didn’t know the woman well enough to lay all the heavy stuff on her, the details – if she was intent on hearing them – would be reserved for when they had a bottle wine already down their necks and neither would remember the discussion particularly clearly the next morning.

“Yep, Mordy’s a tiny runt of a dog at the moment. Only about yay high?” he motioned roughly to midway between his knee and his hip height (had he been standing) to indicate the height of the dog’s withers. He tried to keep the subject light; he did love his dog and was always enthused to talk about him. “Have t’ get ‘em together, let them take all that energy out on each other rather than me and my furniture.”

He pouted at her, the expression exaggerated and succeeding in making him look childish again – even with his broad shoulders and jaw line obscured by a few days’ facial hair growth. “Damn, guess I’ll just have t’settle f’r bein’ handsome then... Trials and tribulations, eh?” he shrugged, smile again breaking the expression.

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STATUS:: done.
WORDS:: eight-four-four.
NOTES:: looooooonnngggg...
MUSIC:: so real - jeff buckley.
TAGGS:: ms. e. m. tudor.

[evangalinna michelle tudor]

Eva considered what Lance said about trying to be nice. A small smirk appeared on her face then. "Maybe I'm just pessimistic then. You know, the worlds out to get me sorta thing." She tried to have a serious look on her face as she spoke, but it was very hard to not keep the smile from dancing back across her face. There was no way that Eva could pass for a pessimistic person, especially with all the nice new people she was meeting. There was just no way it would work for her.

Now it was Eva's turn to sit in silence and listen to the story. If she hadn't just moved she would have moved into another position, but she was too comfy to move at that point. Her head tilted just a bit as Lance told his story. So he hadn't wanted to be a teacher. He went on to explain how he got lucky and got to fly for a living. Eva's brain processed that for a few moments, so either he was famous, or he just got to fly around all day doing something.

A very short few seconds later the answer came. So he understood completely what she had mentioned about people and those who were famous. Had Lance thought that Eva had been talking about him that whole time? A small amount of red appeared on her cheeks. Then what Lance had said filtered completely through her brain. The Magpies? Her team? What had she missed while in the muggle world? "Holy crap." Was all Eva managed to get out right away. She probably sounded quite dumb at that point. "My parents totally failed at keeping meposted then. Or I just didn't listen.... The Magpies have been my favorite team for a few years now." The look of shock that was on her face was probably quite comical, but now Eva felt really dumb. As a fan of the team you would think that she knew all the players and when they played and such.

Another thought occured to Eva just then. Depending on when Percy had joined the team versus when Lance had left the team. Did they know each other? She left the thought to filter through her brain for a few moments. "I feel kinda bad now honestly. I so totally should have known who you were. I'm sorry." Lance would probably end up laughing at her for that. "Do you mind if I ask exactly what went down? You don't have to tell me, I'm just curious what I missed." A small, hopeful smile appeared on her face as she asked the question. She wouldn't force him into saying something if he didn't want to, but she was quite curious now.

She couldn't help it, a soft sigh escaped from her lips at the admittance that Lance was not a werewolf. She would have been friends with him anyways, no question there, but it would be good to know why he was moody at certain times of the month, and she may have been able to make up a potion to help him out. "Thats intense. You must consider yourself very lucky then. I don't think many people encounter a werewolf and live to tell the tale."[/b] Even though Eva did not judge people, or hold people to certain standards or anything, Lance went up a few levels in her mind. It must have been scary too.

The conversation turned to the dogs. This brought a small smile back to her face, picturing her goober dog. "Aww, so cute." She said in response to how big his dog, Mordy, was. "D-O-g's like a horse, full grown ya know." She smiled, thinking back to when her brother had named their dog. It had been on a brief visit back to the wizarding world because her parents said they wanted another dog. "My older brother named him, in case you were wondering. I probably would have gone with something more like Jasper if I had named him. He's a cutie though." Then she heard Lance's suggestion about getting their dogs together to play. "Might be fun. D is at my parents house though. When not here I just go back there, no use renting my own place when my parents have a perfectly nice room for me there." She smiled a little, thinking about her comfy bed back at home.

A laugh escapped Eva's lips at what Lance said next. He'd have to settle for being handsome huh? The childish look only added to the laughter. "Wanna be downgraded to just cute with that childish look you got goin for ya?" Eva asked with a small smirk on her face. She couldn't exactly downgrade someone, it just didn't work, but she could indeed joke about it. Lance also seemed like the type of person who enjoyed to joke around, and it was enjoyable.

((long is right oO))

[lancelot conall callaghan]

PROF. L. C. CALLAGHAN____

“S’always the way wi’ pretty girls... think they got it so tough!” he played along with her, rolling his eyes with a shake of his head and an exhaled breath that verged on exasperation, the gesture wholly in sarcasm as the look reverted a devilish grin in the young nurse’s direction. He could see her fighting with a smile of her own, only serving to encourage him in his endeavours to get further into her good books – whilst he had dialled down the flirting substantially (even if he hadn’t been saying anything particularly obvious, his posture and tone had all contributed to the effort to impress and instil reciprocal feelings), he couldn’t help but be attracted to her. At least he now knew why he was getting a little tongue tied where he would usually have thrived... not that that minor hurdle would stop him in his endeavours.

The look of recognition that blossomed across Eva’s facial features was telling. It told the professor that she hadn’t been making subtle references to him throughout their conversation, which he found rather irksome – perhaps it wouldn’t have mattered so much had she been anyone else, but he had wanted and hoped that she had just been playing coy and was honestly wowed by his celebrity status. Not that he had any particularly anymore: there were always those times when he was recognised and everything seemed to revert back to his playing days; but ever increasingly when he was recognised, if he was recognised, he was greeted with looks of derision and scorn. People always remember those who go out as heroes, those who fall by the wayside not so much – whether through any fault of their own or not. “S’pose it might’ve helped if I’d given y’my full name, s’how most people would recognise a sportsman...” he shrugged, a little perturbed by his own negative thoughts (which he couldn’t help but dwell on, even in Eva’s company). He raised his eyebrows slightly as she mentioned getting news from her parents, cheering him up slightly that she wasn’t one of those herself who had been taken in by the lies of the press – although, it may transpire, that her parents were. He kept his mouth shut about only having been forced into retirement within the last year and a half, but he supposed it was a good few months before that that the phasing out of his position had begun. He waved a dismissive hand at her, his own pessimisms forgotten and outcompeted by the Witch’s presence, “Ach, don’ worry about it. I’d feel worse if you were Irish though – wouldn’t forgive my country for forgetting me.”

He intertwined his fingers together as she asked him to be more specific about his story, all at once he found himself at odds within his brain. On the one hand he was embarrassed by the whole situation (his anger towards the people who forced him out, who he still wasn’t entirely sure who exactly they were) but on the other hand she had already divulged her secrets and wouldn’t particularly care (he hoped at least, being Half-blood was no guarantee that she didn’t harbour a prejudice against full Muggleborns). “Weren’t too keen on my Muggleborn status... set a bad example for the kids or something, I dunno,” he laughed shortly, disbelievingly, shaking his head with his eyes firmly fixed upon his clasped hands, “New management, new style. Wha’cha gonna do?” his voice was full of bitterness, his eyes hard and having lost all joking sparkle. He glanced up, uncertainty fleeting across his face as he looked for her reaction.

He wondered if it would be kinder to Mordecai to allow him to live back home in Ireland, but then he wouldn’t get to see the dog so very much – Lance was quite happy to have his room and board at the Castle and return home only on the holidays (he was used to being away for extended periods of time due to team commitments and then his forays in the past year). “Dunno how anyone can stand that, livin’ at home I mean – someone’d be killed within a week if me and my brothers and sister stuck around at ‘ome. Sure, you get your laundry done and a good hot meal in the evening... but really?” He shook his head again, this time harbouring a smile however, the scenes of chaos that would arise if all the Callaghans lived under the same roof for any extended period of time.

His pout increased as she mentioned the word “cute”, nose wrinkling. It had been the bane of his life once he had passed about 23 years old to still be called “cute” in magazine articles or in letters written by fans. Cute was such a childish word, relating him to all of those silly people who were admired (since it seemed that those in the limelight were getting younger and younger) recently; those people who probably wouldn’t last and was good for nothing besides posing for photographs. “Okay okay, handsome’s good then.” he paused before adding, “An’ if you want to downgrade me then I’m gonna do the same right back... soon as I think of a bad way to say ‘beautiful’...” he looked mildly concerned then, the expression in jest but the sentiment true.

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STATUS:: done.
WORDS:: eight-eight-nine.
NOTES:: bleurgh. i'm so shattered, this is poor sorry.
MUSIC:: wave upon wave upon wave - biffy clyro.
TAGGS:: ms. e. m. tudor.

[evangalinna michelle tudor]

She couldn't help but laugh at Lance's statement. It was so true, but in her case it was the honest truth. She didn't just think she had it tough, in many ways she did. "Hey, I do got it tough. Don't mess with the pretty girl." She move her head in the 'oh no you didn't' way as she had spoken. The laugh came out though, not being able to keep a straight face any longer. "I guess I can't really pull off pessimistic. I just doesn't work does it?"

Eva considered if having been given Lance's full name would have made any difference. She sifted through her memory to thin of anything that may stuck out for her. A small frown crossed her face as nothing immidiatly came into her mind. "I don't think it would have helped sadly. If i had been told anything, i must have totally blocked it out, not wanting to accept it. But I'm pretty sure I would not have forgotten someone like you." she smiled a little at the admittance. Seriously, who could have forgotten someone like Lance? If she had known who he was, she would have been wondering what had happened to him when she got back to the wizarding world to find out he wasn't playing anymore. Then her parents would have gone on about her having a crush on him, and ya. A girls life ya know. What Lance said next made her smile again though. "If I were Irish I wouldn't have forgiven myself."

Quite honestly, Eva was shocked by was Lance had just told her. He was kicked out because he was a muggleborn? The world really had gone down the crappers in the past several years. "That's horrible," She said with a shake of her head. "People really don't like the fact that muggles can be just as good with magic and such as a pureblood. Its just not right." It wasn't hard at all for Eva to think of a response, she truly felt that way. being a halfblood she did have some issues when growing up, but it must have been worse for Lance. "I must admit though, the muggle world is very near and dear to me. My dad insisted that me and my bro grow up like he did until Hogwarts. I loved it." The smile that played across her face as she spoke those last words made her feel so good. She hadn't even thought that Lance had been a muggle born before he had said it, and it felt good to have someone to connect with about the muggle world. He obviously knew what it was like to have to keep your magic a secret.

"My family and I get along." Eva said in response to living at home. She had no qualms about it at all. Eva and her brother got along just fine now that they were older, and her parents didn't exactly want to see their children struggle to make ends meet when they had free rent at home. "Plus spending three years away, it was really nice to go back to my own home without moving out into something completely new. Besides, free rent, free food, and ya, laundry." A small laugh escaped her lips once more at the thought that crossed her mind just then, growing old living at her parent's house. that would be bad. "Besides, its not like you really need to be renting your own place while working here. During the school term you live here, you only go home for holidays and if your lucky some weekends. Not worth it in my books."

As Lance's expression changed Eva smirked. She laughed at his statement though, agreeing to be called handsome and not being downgraded. Eva didn't really think that she could have downgraded him though, maybe just in teasing would she call him cute. Honestly, he wasn't cute, the childish expression was cute, but Lance personally was not cute. Children were cute, men were handsome, simple as that. Then he threated to downgrade her once he thought of something below 'beautiful' and Eva laughed. "Good luck with finding that one out. Maybe just 'pretty' is a downgrade, but still not as bad a 'cute' would be. As soon as you figure it out though, lemmie know." It felt really good to tease and play around with someone. Sure, she had friends and such, but not at the school just yet as she was so new. "I don't think I'll be downgrading you today though, unless you keep up with the childish looks, then I will be forced to." The smirk reappeared on her face then.

((mine isn't much better....I kinda lost it in there, lol))

[lancelot conall callaghan]

PROF. L. C. CALLAGHAN____

He held up his hands either side of his head, all innocence as he surrendered to her minor mocking threat, “Whoa, whoa, whoa, wouldn’t dream of messin’ wit’cha!” He nodded in a way that professed his honesty, hands still raised in submissive gesture – even if his smile was beginning to creep its way back across his face. As she dropped her act of toughness and threat, Lance relaxed his shoulders and let his arms fall back to their prior position on the arms of the chair as if lording-it-up on a throne, casual smile fully reclaiming its hold over his expression as his brown eyes surveyed her sincerity in her body language as she admitted that she did have a folly. “Ah ha, found a weakness in you. It’s all coming out now – all the dark an’ terrible secrets about how you’re too happy an’ too pretty. Trials an’ tribulations indeed...” his final comment was more to himself than phrased as a question in need of answering, a light shake of his head and a

He didn’t like to get weighed down by the details of everything that had transpired over the past couple of years – he had done his time under the thumb of such oppressive thoughts and now hoped that it was all thoroughly behind him. But when the subject was broached again, regardless of how much he tried to act nonchalant and flippant about his personal circumstances, somehow the negative thoughts always managed to sink their claws into his brain again; even if he didn’t realise it, they would fester away at him for a few weeks before dragging him back a few steps and driving him to the bottle to console himself over such misfortune. Despite this small revelation that occurred in his mind, he continued to listen to Eva – her poignant response so understanding that he found himself nodding with a small noise of agreement as she spoke. “Can’t help but be all of what we are,” he added quietly, hoping that he could keep the darkness of his mind from his voice (or at least masked from the ears of the nurse. “You’d think they’d hold us with a bit of regard, y’know? Dual perspective on everything and all that... S’pose it ain’t in fittin’ with tradition though...” he shrugged half-heartedly, applying an air of flippancy to his tone in hopes of rekindling some of the fun spirit that their conversation had had.

Eva seemed to have a knack for keeping things light and bubbly, conversation remaining on the subject of family but telling of happier times that she had spent – and was continuing to spend – being wrapped up in her own little family unit. Despite himself, he found a smile had worked its way back over his lips. “Yep, pretty nice little set up we got right here...” he leant back and worked himself obviously into the chair a little more, not exaggerating the levels of comfort or cushy deal that existed in the Castle even slightly despite his efforts. “Go on, tell me of your great adventures away from home – out there in the world of self-reliance and...” he waved his hand around a little, searching for a word on the ether, but gave up quickly, “...whatever.”

“Y’could be “adorable” if you like – if I’m cute that is... Or how about just “agreeable”?” He cocked an eyebrow at her, retorting with a threat of his own against hers – though it was clearly in jest, the male not thinking he should ever find himself referring to Eva as merely passable in the looks department. Her statement, however, sounded like a challenge to him – how much could Lance get away with before he was permanently referred to as ‘cute’ rather than a more fitting adjective. Had Eva been turned even slightly to one side, he would have risked sticking his tongue out at her in as childish a gesture as he could think of; but her positioning dictated that he maintain an adult and respectable expression.

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STATUS:: done.
WORDS:: six-seven-two.
NOTES:: hmm, should probably have something real happen soon, eh?
MUSIC:: questions and answers - biffy clyro.
TAGGS:: ms. e. m. tudor.

[evangalinna michelle tudor]

It was hard not to laugh at Lance's innocent surrender to her. It was something that didn't really happen too often, and quite frankly he just made it look funny. A smug look also apeared on her face at this. "good, cause I would hate to have to beat you up," Eva attempted to put a tough look on her face to match her statement. It wasn't something that was easy to do, as she was trying hard to just hold the straight face and not break out laughing again. However, it didn't last too long, and her smile appeared back on her face. Especially considering Lance's next statement. Terrible secrets of being too happy and pretty was right! "Oh no, I'll have to find out your weakness now too."

Eva considered what lance said. It was true, they couldn't help what they were, and what they were was a magical being. Sure, these days it was all about blood purities, but people really shouldn't be held to any less of a standard because of it. She hated the way the world was, it was as simple as that. "People really need to get off their high horses and accept hafl-bloods and muggleborns as equals. At least in the muggle world people who come from a rich family can play with someone from a poor family with less critisism." She shook her head, feeling momentarily hopeless. The mood between the two had now been shrouded with the negative side of life, and quite frankly it was killing the up-beat spirit in her. "But really, enough negative for now. Or are you trying to turn me into a pessamist?" Yes, it was a slightly lame attempt at brightening the mood, but hey, she could try right?

She nodded her head in response to the nice set up they had at the castle. It was much better than school years, you know, personal room, everything more comfortable, the only difference was you were actually working, and not learning the basics of magic anymore. "We do have it pretty good, don't we?" Her voice was more of a comment than a question. She then pondered about any great adventures that she had had away from home, and then laughed. "Great adventures? Unless you count getting a diploma a great adventure I didn't have any." She paused for a moment then continued, "And no self-reliance involved either. I hung out with my dad's parents. I don't think they ever really understood why my dad moved us away, he never told them just who my mom was, and who me and my brother are. We sorta just up and left one day, as soon as I got my letter. So when I went back for a short visit they were thrilled, and I ended up staying alot longer than I had planned." From what was a simple answer, Eva couldn't stop herself from going on never realizing herself before then just how hard it must have been on her grandparents. It was never easy for her, or her brother, to be away, but they understood why it had to be done at least.

The words that Lance chose, 'adorable' and 'agreeable' made Eva cringe a little. She didn't like those two words at all, but then she also was accustomed to just being labeled as 'beautiful' right off anyway. Maybe it was a good thing for her to hear such downgraded words. But she shook her head, a small smile forming on her lips "If I get downgraded to just 'agreeable' then I'm gonna have to find something below 'cute'." Eva thought for a few moments, trying to think of something lower than that. "Maybe I'll have to pull the old squeeze your cheeks thing and call you 'adorable' as well." The smirk was fully formed on her lips by this point, and she quickly moved so her feet were on the ground infront of the chair, had hands placed on her knees as if she were about to jump up and do so. She gave a small laugh at that point, realising that her feet had fallen asleep. "I shouldda thought about my feet falling asleep earlier....ouch."

((they do need to do something....but what? go eat some foods? lol))

[lancelot conall callaghan]

PROF. L. C. CALLAGHAN____

“Yes Miss. On me best behaviour Miss.” he nodded curtly to her, sitting a little straighter for a moment and throwing in a salute for good measure before sinking back to prior positioning – his body feeling weighty when not supported by the cushions and padding of the seat. He smiled wryly at her attempts at keeping a straight face amongst such a conversation, nothing forced at all about the expression, just an easy-going and casual smile between a couple of friends having a parley; positive feelings spreading throughout his body as he came to realise this fact (only enhanced by the fact that the familiarity had come so quickly and with such a wonderful specimen of humanity... well, mostly humanity). He chuckled softly to himself as she enquired after his weaknesses, deciding that another joke was in order so that he might gain the upper hand. “Well: the full moon’s a big one,” he counted off on his fingers as he spoke, “And silver, not much a fan of that... Oh, and of course, Wolfsbane leaves...” he nodded sincerely, although altogether with too much sureness about his air for the answer to be taken as fact.

He shrugged as she outlined her grand scheme for world peace, agreeing with everything she said but still having to consider the great wealth of facts on the matter than were a near constant quagmire within his head. He tried not to think about it all, the state of the world that they lived in really was quite depressing if one thought on it for too long – it was easier just to go with the flow and to live as peaceably as was possibly within one’s own little sphere of self-created and self-imposed judgement. As Eva joked Lance smiled again however, gladdened by the fact that there was at least one other person in the world who would have liked to have seen change come about – as it was supposed to have done after the fall of the Dark Lord. “Oh clearly, need to do something to bring you back down to the level of us mere mortals. Though you’re not gonna get anywhere with that expression, try t’look more...” he demonstrated a grotesque expression, scrunching up his nose and frowning deeply, before continuing, “like that.” He winked in an over-the-top manner at her, looping his thumbs into the armholes of his waistcoat as he did so to perpetuate the “cheeky chappie” look more fully.

“Well that’s a bit of a disappointment – could at least have made something up... Probably have believed y’too.” He shook his head in mock disapprovement of this new found honesty that she was employing. “Sounds nice though,” he conceded with a sincere smile, looking down to the floor briefly before returning his gaze to meet hers, “The gettin’ back t’gether part, I mean, not the disappearin’ off the face of the planet stuff. So di’ja tell them then? Grandparents are the worst for believin’ stories.” he began to mime the scene from his position nestled in the chair, “’Lo grannie, guess what I can do? Oh what’s that then Lancelot dear? Well, I’m a Wizard an’ I fly broomsticks for a living. Oh do you now dear? Marvellous.” He shook his head with another short laugh, looking mildly amused but austere simultaneously, “Sarcasm in the older generation is far too ripe. No respect for us young folk...”

“D’aww...” he chided with exaggerated sympathy, quickly reverting his expression to the earlier look of a wolfish grin ,”Jus’ means y’won’ be able t’catch me when I run away as y’try to get at m’face... at least, I hope y’meant m’face – otherwise turnin’ tail wouldn’ be so clever an idea now, would it?” he wondered, internally questioning if that rhetorical question was a joke too far. Eva was part Veela, she would have been far too used to men making crude innuendos and sexual references around her for them to be funny anymore he chastised himself, hoping that the expression didn’t make it to his face and that he could think of something witty or otherwise distracting enough to cover up the blunder.

“Fancy some grub? I’m half starved.” he blurted, standing up and throwing his jacket around his shoulders in the one fluid motion without waiting for an answer, looking around for something to distract him whilst she contemplated her answer. His eyes fell on the pile of papers, which he tapped with his wand and caused to disappear (though sadly reappear on his own desk in his room), muttering to himself, “Now why didn’ I do that t’get them here in the first place...”

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STATUS:: done.
WORDS:: seven-seven-four.
NOTES:: sounds good to me.
MUSIC:: living is a problem because everything dies - biffy clyro.
TAGGS:: ms. e. m. tudor.

[evangalinna michelle tudor]

She couldn't help but continue to smile at Lance. He was just making it too easy to smile, even though at times she had tried to be all serious. However, the salute and being called 'miss' almost cracked Eva into laughing once more. "going formalities are we now sir?" the last word was very exaggerated as she spoke. "But you best be on your best behaviour, else bad things shall happen." As she spoke Eva pictured those old Halloween movies with the witches and such in them shooting off curses and shaking their fingers at people for effect. She tried this gesture at that point, moving her fingers in such a way as to mimic a spell. The knowledge of his muggle heritage only enhanced the fact that her point would get across, and she gave a short laugh as well. Then Lance continued on to name his 'weaknesses.' Full moon, silver, of course, going back to the jokes. "So then, what your saying is, I should be carrying around a silver blade then?" Eva again tried to pull off a serious look, but again failed. She was determined to find out his real weaknesses one day though, if she could.

Eva watched, and listened, as Lance's expression had changed. The comment about 'mere mortals' made her give a short laugh, the thought of her not being a full mortal rather funny. She was, of course, mortal, but she wasn't pure human. "Oh right, sorry, I lost myself there for a minute." She said, brushing off her 'upper-class' being in a rather jokingly manner. The look that Lance demonstrated then made Eva laugh though. She couldn't even begin to imagine what she would look like with such a grotesque expression on her face. She tried to mimic Lance, probably only getting the face half right. "hows this?" She asked through her scrunched up face. It wasn't easy to hold such a strange face though, and she had to quickly let it go and go back to normal. "Maybe you'll have to teach me to be more like a 'mere mortal' one day." She rolled her eyes a little though as well, holding in the laughter at Lance's cheeky look.

She gave Lance a small shrug to accompany her nod. He was right, she probably could have told him some extravagent story about how she had like...saved a hundred children or something like that, and he really wouldn't have known the difference unless he put a truth spell on her. "Maybe I'll change my answer then....I saved the world from hunger!" She grinned helplessly at that. As if one person could solve world hunger! She nodded in agreement to Lance's next statement, it had been nice to reconnect with her grandparents. She listened as he mimiced a conversation about telling his grandparents that he was a wizard. "Ya, I don't think that sort of thing goes over too well with them. Somethin about our over-active imaginations and such. I bet if you even performed a spell they still wouldn't believe you, thinking it was all just a 'magic trick'." She paused for a second and then gave a half laugh "Either that or give them a heart attack." She shook her head in dismay at that thought. Was not a plesant one. "But no, I didn't tell them the full story, just re-enforced the one my parents gave them. Mom got transfered and the offer was too good to refuse. At least that is something that they can understand."

"Oh, have no fears, I would still be able to catch you." Eva gave Lance a smirk as she spoke, one that said she would take the face-plant as she first stood up with sleeping feet. "Even with the head start of my feet waking up I would still catch you." Yes, bit of a hollow threat. She was fast, but not that fast. Still though, in the spirit of the conversation it worked. Then the rest of Lance's statement hit her ears, and Eva just smiled at him. How cute, he thought half-heartily that she wanted to pinch his bum. "Maybe I could just be sneaky and switch it up. Make you think i'm going for one and go for the other...." A devilish smirk crossed her face at that. It wasn't true though, Lance felt more of a friend than of someone who she would be romantically involved with. Her mind trailed to thoughts of Percy for a few moments and her devilish smirk turned to a girlish one. it took Eva a few more moments to catch this and laughed at herself. "Sorry, just pictured someone I met in Hogsmead a little while ago. No offense, but he upgrades from your 'handsome' to 'gorgeous.'" She hoped that her comment wouldn't hurt Lance's feelings, and that he didn't really feel that attracted to her. Though, he did know that she was a Veela already, and so while there was still flirting, cause who could really help that, it wasn't over the top or anything.

Just then lance stood up and asked about some grub. Eva had not noticed that it was about time to eat, nor the fact that her stomach agreed with Lance's statement. However, as soon as he mentioned it Eva felt her stomach, and heard it grumble, in response. She laughed and looked up at Lance, who currently towered over herself "I think my stomach just answered for me." She too now stood up, her feet having gained their feeling back once more. She watched as Lance made his papers disappear, and couldn't help but laugh at his statement. "But if you had done that then your entrace would have been less dramatic, and I probably wouldn't have paid half attention to you at all. So you tell me, was it worth it?" She raised her eyebrows in a questioning way. The question was not meant as demanding, even her voice showed hints of a joke, but it was true. Without his entrance Eva probably would not have really noticed Lance in the first place, and she would still be engulfed in her book.

((want to create a thread for food, and maybe pull Christina into that one?))

[lancelot conall callaghan]

PROF. L. C. CALLAGHAN____

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