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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Oct 8, 2009 10:25:04 GMT -5
The dinner party, in Eros's humble opinion, had been somewhat of a failure. For the hostess it had been successful he supposed, but all in all, it had been dreadfully boring. Aside from a few sharp, covert glances across and down the table, the guests had been impeccably behaved. There hadn't been a single veiled threat; each had kept carefully to his own business. It had been too quiet, and Eros almost wished he'd seated Michael between Emilian and Chase, thereby leaving his pet between the delight that was Emilian's Adara, and Carolynn. He was fairly certain that Caro, at least, would have had more fun, though she always seemed to keep herself amused.
That evening had ended with polite-but-forced greetings and simmering tension, but neither enough nor the right kind to enjoy. Eros had gone home alone. Greatly disappointed.
This was the reasoning behind his current visit to Miss Medina, though not his purpose. His purpose was to see about arranging a more intimate meeting, one where the drama—or lack thereof, as the case may be—of others would be unimportant and ineffectual to whatever events followed.
Now Eros paused at the door to the potions professor's office, looking both ways down the corridor to be sure that there would be no witnesses. It was a large part of the reason that he hadn't simply sought her out at the hospital wing, where she spent the majority of her time. If it was unusual that he would know the narrow window of time that she would be here rather than there, it didn't occur to him. He made most everything his business, if the desire to know struck him. With that thought, he lifted his hand to knock at the sturdy door.
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Post by Katia Medina on Oct 8, 2009 11:10:54 GMT -5
It seemed like this semester was unending, she had signed on for the nursing position, but not the teaching position. In reality the potions class was much more fascinating than the endless nursing of trivial injuries, especially since the majority of those trivial injuries occurred because the student had been acting juvenile. Here at the least she could use her time to design potions that titillated her mind. However the combination of the two jobs led to an endless barrage of harassment and very little sleep. After all, students that who were irresponsible and snuck out in the evening could become injured at 3am, in the middle of a perfectly delicious dream.
Katia ran a hand over her face, careful not to smudge the makeup that was concealing the dark circles under her eyes. At the thought, Katia's mood turned slightly peevish, never before in her life had she had dark circles, even when she had been in mediwizard schooling. She was looking down at a stack of potions essays that she was trying to grade in spite of the mundane word choices and lack luster enthusiasm, when she heard a knock at the door.
Smoothing out the dark red dress she was wearing, Katia stood up and prayed to God this was not another student with a late assignment. She ill tolerated when students did not listen to her, and persisted in being perpetually late with every assignment. Heaving a sigh to get it out of her system, she pasted a smile on her face and opened the door. The fake smile turned into a genuine one that lit a sparkle in her eyes when she saw who it was. "Eros, what a pleasant surprise."
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Oct 13, 2009 20:48:00 GMT -5
"Miss Medina," Eros drawled, performing an elegant, if brief, half-bow for the lady. He straightened, his eyes remaining at a proper height, and his lips curved into a polite smile. "I was passing through, and thought that I might stop for a moment or two and visit," he claimed, fully aware of how transparent the words were. It was all part of the game, though. Who was he to argue?
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Post by Katia Medina on Oct 13, 2009 21:08:06 GMT -5
Katia let a mischievous grin filter over her face, "I would love a visit, although perhaps it could be longer than a moment or two." Stepping back a few feet Katia gestured with her arm for Eros to come into her offices. "Please make yourself comfortable," she said in a slow voice, her eyes gleaming, while similarly maintaining an appropriate height.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Oct 14, 2009 21:48:32 GMT -5
"Perhaps." Eros's head inclined slightly in a polite nod as he accepted Katia's offer, stepping into her office. He paused inside, his gaze moving through the room to take it in, then looking aside to find her. She really was far too obvious for his tastes, or perhaps it was her obvious experience, but he was dreadfully bored, and wouldn't stoop to visiting lonely matrons and desperate widows. And the students, of-age or otherwise, were strictly off-limits.
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Post by Katia Medina on Oct 14, 2009 21:54:03 GMT -5
Closing the door behind Eros, Katia moved to her desk, slipping her papers into one of the drawers, to perhaps forget them until later. "Can I get you a drink?" she asked as she moved to a small cabinet next to her desk, and reached for a couple glasses and a bottle of sherry, as she poured herself a drink. She always resisted drinking while she was grading, not that she would imbibe to much, but she would rather not be voicing her opinions on student work ethics.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Oct 19, 2009 8:09:54 GMT -5
"Thank you," Eros assented, inclining his head once more. He diverted his gaze from his surroundings after a moment and turned it on the woman who had so graciously allowed him into her office. She was attractive, he gave her that, a fitting prize for a man who wished to settle down. Not himself, of course. He had a good decade in front of him before he needed to think of such things. She, however, would likely remain on the shelf unless some poor Pureblood with grand dreams managed to catch her up.
"Is teaching suiting you, then?" he asked at last, lifting his own glass. It was little enough, but it was conversation, and whoever took issue with small talk would never understand the power of it.
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Post by Katia Medina on Oct 19, 2009 16:09:15 GMT -5
Katia's eyes sparkled a brief moment as he caught on the subject she'd been thinking over. She took a small sip of her drink and set her finger on the lip of the glass. "Suiting me," she chuckled, "might be an overstatement." She gestured to the rows of potions on shelves surrounding her, tiny ingredients shoved into every corner. "Potions are, a passion of mine. But teaching students who do not have the appreciation for it." She shook her head, sending dark chocolate ringlets over her shoulders, "when I was a student I would not have dared turn a paper in late, let alone expect that the professor would still accept it."
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Oct 19, 2009 17:18:17 GMT -5
"True," Eros agreed, "but as I have been so kindly reminded since my arrival in the area some months ago, the majority of those unappreciative students are halfbloods and less, and the middle-class, at that." And as he had learned from the occasional running of his shop, that meant a complete lack of manners and a monetary supply of grubby knuts most likely scavenged from the dirt. He fully acknowledged exceptions, but the exceptions were not the current topic of conversation.
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Post by Katia Medina on Oct 19, 2009 17:23:36 GMT -5
Katia sighed as she took another sip of her drink and pushed the loose strands of hair behind her neck. "I suppose that allowances are made for these students, but if I had my way..." those students would not be allowed into her classes. She gestured to her desk, "of those papers I think a few might be owl quality, and the rest," her eyes sparkled again, "I think that I should have stuck with creating my own potions for the amount I listened to. At least a good potion responds." There was more to that comment than just face value, but for now she was content to have an adult conversation instead of unruly children telling her how to do her job. She shivered as she thought about the Dunlevy student, completely irresponsible.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Oct 21, 2009 15:57:55 GMT -5
"A good Crucio would set most of them to rights," Eros said, "but alas, it is Unforgivable to do so." The less scrupulous of the Pureblood families paid no attention to such things, but that was neither here nor there. "I far prefer attempting to educate our ungrateful youths to feeding them," he admitted, shifting the conversation slightly. "I'd wager that a day in the candy store would have any sane person eager to teach instead. If wagering were a gentleman's game, that is." It wasn't, but as in all things, it was appearances which most mattered.
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Post by Katia Medina on Oct 21, 2009 16:05:07 GMT -5
Katia found herself thoroughly amused by Eros's comments on Crucioing students, and let out a throaty laugh. Nodding to herself Katia inwardly agreed that feeding students must be very similar to treating students. Katia's lips twisted wryly, "I fear I would have to decline the wager, and I have never run a candy shop. Now...if we were wagering on something else" her eyes danced with amusement, picking up the reds and golds in the clothing & jewelry that she was wearing, after all he'd only excluded gentlemen from wagering.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Oct 23, 2009 12:43:50 GMT -5
Eros declined to comment on that, though his lips quirked ever so slightly. "We will simply have to continue to educate, then," he said. "We are in no way required to pass a percentage of students, though I would hope that at least one or two might excel. I simply refuse to believe that there are that many unintelligent youths, even at Hogwarts." An admirable educational institute in some respects, though he tended to believe that the constant drama, for lack of a better word, must be detrimental to any real efforts at erudition.
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Post by Katia Medina on Oct 23, 2009 12:55:45 GMT -5
Katia noticed the slight bypass of the topic of conversation, but let it slide as easily as Eros had. With a slight nod of agreement to the comment Katia grinned, "I have a few Slytherins in my class that seem to be doing admirably. Although I was always personally attached to private tutors." Her mind drifted for a moment remembering the creativity that one tutor had inspired. Katia's eyes focused back on Eros after a moment, her eyes shining, "they have much more invested in your achievements." Not that she wasn't invested in her students but with twenty of them in each class she taught it did seem like some of them got lost.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Oct 23, 2009 14:34:28 GMT -5
"I'm afraid that while I must express my own preference for private tutoring, I cannot dismiss the potential for the educators at Hogwarts. To do so would be to dismiss myself, and Heaven forbid I should commit such a faux pas. As for the students, most of the Slytherins in my class neglected to complete their assignments at all," Eros said. "The Ravenclaws are doing well, but on the whole, the Slytherins seem to be far more interested in socializing than paying any due respect."
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