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Post by Katia Medina on Oct 23, 2009 14:38:51 GMT -5
Katia let her smile slip to just a quirk, "I would never mean to impune the abilities of any professor here. Rather, the idea that education thirty groups of two or three students a day does not seem plausible for educational purposes." Running a hand through her hair Katia sighed, "I think the Slytherins in my house only do so well because I told them the ghost of Severus Snape visits those of them that neglect their studies." She grinned at that, she'd thought it was clever, but several first years had needed to be revived after her joke.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Oct 27, 2009 10:25:53 GMT -5
"Hm. That, unfortunately, would not do for History, as the former professor truly was a ghost, and by all accounts, not in the least intimidating," Eros commented. "Not that I mind, in particular. The students may feel free to excel or fail as they wish. I provide the opportunity to enrich, and as long as no outright disrespect is paid, I see no reason to worry overmuch." No, if his students simply appeared to pay attention in class and occasionally participated, he would consider his job done.
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Post by Katia Medina on Oct 27, 2009 13:52:58 GMT -5
Katia half grinned, "I wish that I could convince myself to have that attitude." She shrugged as she took in the room again, her hands spreading, "unfortunately, I only have a finite number of years to make an impression on the world." Her smile drifted away, "petty and un-aristocratic of me or not, I feel resentment sometimes that one day, I will be a man's wife. Not Katia, intelligent, funny, beautiful," she grinned again her eyes dancing, "perhaps egotistical Katia. I will just be a pretty trophy of a wife, expected to be quiet and supportive, but never have an opinion of my own." She envied that in her students, the half-bloods and muggle born, their freedom of choice was enticing. Most society men did not appreciate it when she pointed it out, and she doubted Eros would either, but she felt the urge to talk to someone about it, even if it did make it back to someone's ears.
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Oct 27, 2009 20:46:02 GMT -5
"There are plenty enough men who wish for a mindless porcelain doll, Katia, but at the risk of offending your feminine sensibilities, I doubt that any of them would tie himself to you. Not unless his coffers were suffering for Galleons, but of course, that all depends on how much longer you wait." The words were brash, and quite frankly bordering on rude, but he preferred to think of it as the blunt truth. Her actions in Scotland alone would be enough to turn away the average suitor, but she was nearly on the shelf, and didn't have room to be picky.
"Find yourself a wealthy widower," he advised, swirling his wine lightly. "He'll already have had his precious trophy, he'll be well-established and in no real need of your dowry, and you can be certain of pleasant conversations rather than proving yourself worth the effort of the wedding."
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Post by Katia Medina on Oct 27, 2009 21:46:06 GMT -5
Katia tossed her hair on a chuckle, ringlets flying for a moment into her eyes, "My father has men knocking down his door to get to me, old and young alike. But how, do you give up the life of relatively unfettered freedom as an heir, to become someone's belonging. Pleasant conversations or no, I want more out of my life." Picking up her glass, she swallowed a few more sips, "I want a life where I do not have to be tied down to aristocracy," she smirked, "well at least to bores of tedium in society. I want a intellectual relationship based on the acuity of my mind, as well as the endowments of my body." She grimaced, "I have no doubt that a male heir need not stoop to widows to guarantee that a conversation of a calibur more than pleasant." Brash comments she didn't mind, she couldn't accept the mold of society for herself, and behaved only so much as she was required, and for some reason she felt she could tell Eros, even if he was every inch the aristocratic man.
"Sometimes I admire muggles," she shivered at that a moment, muggles, "for their movements in women's rights." She knew she sounded brash and perhaps slightly unschooled, but she knew the steps, could perform them if needed. Still she did not understand why she as an heir, must be treated differently than a male heir. She had the knowledge, the power, and the wits to run the family estates, and the beauty to throw off the unsuspecting, but she could not seem to convince a male driven society that perhaps they could make an exception. Maybe she thought to herself, she acted the way she did, to garner the attention the male population lavished on each other, but not on her. "Scandalous, no?"
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Post by Eros d'Avonderre on Oct 27, 2009 21:54:59 GMT -5
"Quite," Eros said, the word more polite than meaningful. There was quite a bit more he could have said, but as Katia had continued past every venue for a remark, he opted not to drag them back up. He had several arguments, from her wish not to be tied to aristocracy to her assurance that male heirs needn't stoop to widows for intelligent conversation. Katia, apparently, had never attempted real conversation with those very porcelain dolls she was so certain that men wanted. He kept his opinions to himself, supposing that Katia had been venting—a practice more suited to conversations with one's closest friends rather than mere acquaintances—and sipped his wine, waiting for her to go on.
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