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Post by Emily Wright on Jun 3, 2010 15:41:16 GMT -5
The sun was starting to set on what had been a glorious summers day, not that Emily had managed to make much of it. It may have been the half term holidays at Hogwarts, but the half term holiday was also right in the middle of important exams. There was no time to be practicing Quidditch or sunbathing when your next exam was Monday.
Sitting curled up in a ball on a huge rock beside the lake was Emily. She was too transfixed in a book titled ‘Exam Tips: Defence Against The Dark Arts’ to notice that the sun was quickly going down and it was nearly the curfew. At the moment loosing points for Hufflepuff, or gaining a detention was the least of her worries.
A random fierce gust of wind blew in from the Lake in Emily’s direction, causing the page of her book to change. She gave an angry growl and skimmed through the book, desperately trying to find the page she had just been reading, which explained the theory of defensive spells in depth.
OOC: Sorry if this is such an awfully short post. Haven’t done this in such a long time, but I can see how much I miss role playing!
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 3, 2010 16:05:56 GMT -5
(((No problem!)))
This was surreal. Dare had graduated somehow and the Headmistress had accepted him as a professor just like that. He wondered what Professor laSalle—was he supposed to call her Laila now?—had said to get him in without so much as a skeptical look.
He had his new staff robes, permission to get into the lounge, and more paperwork than he knew what to do with, but for now it was all stuffed into the messenger bag at his hip. He still looked like Dare, with multicolored hair, skinny jeans, fitted tee and accessorized to the hilt. He still felt like a student.
But he wasn't, and he was taking long strides in the general direction of the gates. He had to go tell Michael.
That sudden gust of wind tore a paper from his hand, the one he hadn't been able to bear putting away. He'd looked at it a hundred times already and he'd look at it a hundred more if he could just catch it! He broke into a run toward the water, drawing his wand as he did so.
"Accio paper!" If only he'd been able to get the summoning spell right at some point!
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Post by Emily Wright on Jun 4, 2010 16:51:26 GMT -5
The sudden rustle of paper and a deep male voice startled Emily. There was no need to worry it was only Dare - a student - who wasn't going to bother Emily by deducting points from Hufflepuff or anything silly like that. She had never spoken to him before, but knew his name from seeing him around the castle and things like that.
Realising that she would need to take a break from revision some time Emily shut tight her book and smiled at Dare politley. "You're a 7th year aren't you?" asked Emily curiosly. "Shouldn't you be revising for exams too?" she questioned. There was nothing to suggest that Dare was a proffessor now, espeshally not a Transfiguration teacher. They were usually the smart ones, as it was considered a tricky subject. It wasn't very often that you saw somone such as Hells wearing tight jeans, or brightly dyed hair. The other teachers all wore smart clothes, such as robes.
The time of day suddenly became apparent to Emily. The sun was starting to set, and it was time that Emily was back in the Hufflepuff common room. "If you don't want to get told off by a Professor, then we should be heading back into the castle now" she said "The sun is starting to set, and it is nearly the curfew!".
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Post by Dare Blackwood-Hardt on Jun 6, 2010 15:41:06 GMT -5
Dare straightened from catching his paper and looked over at the girl. She was familiar, but he didn't think he'd ever spoken to her before. Whatever the case, they were speaking now, and his surprise melted into a smile. "I'll make it," he assured her. "I don't even live on campus."
He and Michael had left their dorms a year and a half ago after the Daily Prophet had made them unlivable, and he was rarely on campus so late. Of course, even before then, he'd been a stickler for getting into the dorm on time, aside from a few odd nights.
He'd never been particularly worried about being caught by a professor, but now, with it all so fresh in his mind, he nearly laughed. He was a professor. A technicality, he told himself. He was still him, he was just going to be teaching a class instead of sitting in one taking notes.
"What are you doing out if you're so worried about curfew?" he asked the girl. It didn't for a moment occur to him that he could dock points, and that was assuming he'd want to.
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