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Post by jeff on Dec 30, 2011 7:02:12 GMT -5
[style=font-family: Yanone Kaffeesatz; color: fff; letter-spacing: -2px; line-height:100%; font-size: 40px; background-color: #cca79c; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; width: 430px;]THIS IS ONLY BRINGING ME DOWN | [atrb=width,220,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=color:#555; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; height: 300px; width: 210px; padding-left: 5px; overflow: auto; line-height: 91%; margin-top:10px]It was a demanding job, this new one he'd adopted. To go from chasing about the most wanted criminals in all of England to writing in a mired handwriting on a chalkboard. His adventures took him to distant lands in a time past. Now his adventures were confined to books he once read in his own schooling, relearning spells he'd long forgotten, for their uselessness didn't warrant space in his brain. Sure, there was a sense of job security or whatever else it is underachievers seek in a job. His life wasn't constantly at risk as it once was when he hunted down the most sinister of wizards, conniving of criminals and manipulative of beasts to rival only his own prowess in the field.
He no longer dueled with wizards of equal footing, but confounded and astounded the eyes of underexposed wizards, who, in his opinion, were undeserving of their wands, not for matters of purity or whatever other silly reasons people were inventing nowadays to strip wizards of their birth rites, but for their lack of drive. It was an exciting matter to be a wizard when he was a boy. Students had a lust for learning and bettering their magical skill. Now... the students were consumed with their vices and the books were left to suffer as they were left unread. It was all very overwhelming to the man, to say the least, and he was in dire requirement of a particular sort of beverage. A burning draught that would evaporate his annoyance and worry for this new generation.
It was with these thoughts in mind that Professor Arturius found himself on the main road of Hogsmeade. He pulled his winter robes to himself in an attempt to keep warm, his breath condensing before him as he trekked through the frost-glazed path. He came to a stop outside the door to the Three Broomsticks. Normally he would take his drink at the Hog's Head, knowing that students frequented the more civilized of the two pubs and were somewhat frightened of the more savage counterpart. It allowed him the privacy he desired. However, knowing that the students were confined to the castle on this particular day, taken with whatever they were doing aside from studying, the Broomsticks was an acceptable venue.
"Mead." he said simply, taking his seat at one of the bar stools as he pulled his hood down from his head. He ran a hand through his short blond hair, his fingers rolling over his scalp and coming to his forehead, his fingers pinching the skin as he mulled his annoyance. The glass mug was sat down affront him by the barkeep, sickles slid from Geoffrey's hand to the man's. He took a sip, feeling the slight burn of the honeyed liquor. Already, he could feel trouble slipping out of his grasp. A breath of relief. [/style] | [/style] |
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Post by loki on Dec 30, 2011 9:31:53 GMT -5
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here i am stuck in the middle with you , Skyanna Pearce was a woman who took a lot of pride in what she does for a living. It took her a very long time to get to where she is now, despite only being on this earth for 25 years. One would think that someone who as much drive and commitment as she that she wouldn't have any problem finding a job. She was hard working and diligent, doing her work well and with the quality to match the high standard she always set for herself. However Skyanna had a very hard time find jobs of any kind, people unable to see those fantastic work qualities about her because of her lycanthropy condition. Being a werewolf as certainly take it's toll on the professor, and though she was enjoying the break from her job over the holiday break she was starting to think more logically about the situations playing out in front of her.
Sky had sworn that she would not let the ministry take her job from her without a fight. She swore to go down swinging with every ounce of energy and magic in her being, but as she sat in her office Sky was starting to feel like she was in a prison. She hadn't left the castle since the break started, she knowing that it was the only safe place for her right now with all the snatchers scooping up all the students that had left for the holiday break. But she was starting to get cabin fever, the stone walls that surrounded her feeling much like a cage. But if she was to keep her job, keep herself from being snatched up she had to stay put where she was. She was going to make it as difficult as possible for them to get her, and though that thought was pleasing to her she knew deep down it was a hard headed one. A lot of people could get injured or mixed up in the confusion if and when Hogwarts was no longer safe. What if Alistair was around? Sky didn't particularly care for him but he was still a respected staff member she liked to fuck, the last thing she'd want is him getting mixed up in the cross fire. Or Geoffrey - with his past things surely wouldn't go well with him. Skyanna's stubborn 'i choose death before dishonor' attitude was slowly starting to fade away with her fear and concern for the people that could be affect by her actions.
Having no where really do go, Sky started to pick her brain with the thought of her students, she already having everything ready to go when they got back from break. That's how little she did over this vacation so far, she got through with lesson plans, graded assignments and set up materials for the students when classes resumed. She wanted to pull her hair out of her head she was growing so bored with this dull life. She felt like she was collecting dust - Not even the order seemed to be doing anything at the moment and that just brought even more frustration to her. She just needed to be doing something productive, but all she was doing right now was wasting away.
On a rash impulse Sky decided to head on over to Hogsmeade. It was dangerous and risky, the concentration camps lingering right outside the once charming little town, but she was willing to put up with the risk. She was tired of running, tired of hiding and tired of feeling like she was unsafe and over all .. violated. Of course she would play it safe and o her best to keep a low profile. She only wanted a nice tall glass of butterbeer, the young Ravenclaw knowing that the three broomsticks was the perfect place for such things. Not to mention, if she was lucky Sully would be there and she could really use the knight in shining armor to sooth her troubled mind. With that thought in mind Sky put on her black peacoat and aparated to Hogsmeade where she found herself a little walks away from The Three Broomsticks. She walked with haste through the streets, trying not to make it obvious that she was in a hurry to get somewhere secluded - luckily it was rather cold out, which gave people the impression she just wanted to get to some place warm. Besides, it's not like you can point a werewolf out of a crowd - but no doubt some of those snatchers know who she is.
Entering the broomsticks with one fluid motion she shut the door behind her, standing in the doorway as she took in the warmth of the room. Her blue eyes immediately went to the counter where she hoped to see Sully's beaming smile, but alas he was no there. He must have been off tonight - it was understandable, every hard working man deserved a night off. Speaking of which, though Sky didn't see prince charming she did spot a familiar head of blond hair sitting at a stool. She grinned a bit, quietly making her way over to Geoffrey, placing her hand on his left shoulder and and gracefully dragging it across his back to his right shoulder where she was taking her seat beside him. She smiled, placing her hands in her lap as she cross her legs, attention focused on him. "Fancy meeting you here," she said with a nod, ordering herself a butterbeer. Peeling off her jacket she placed it on the empty stool beside her, adjusting her position so she was sitting straight. "Looks like I'm not the only one getting cabin fever stuck up in that bloody castle" she commented coyly, smile beaming as her butterbeer arrived. She has glad he was here, at lest she was in good company.
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Post by jeff on Dec 31, 2011 3:23:39 GMT -5
[style=font-family: Yanone Kaffeesatz; color: fff; letter-spacing: -2px; line-height:100%; font-size: 40px; background-color: #cca79c; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; width: 430px;]THIS IS ONLY BRINGING ME DOWN | [atrb=width,220,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=color:#555; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; height: 300px; width: 210px; padding-left: 5px; overflow: auto; line-height: 91%; margin-top:10px]He was probably being way too melodramatic, not that he was considering his annoyances to be dramatics. There was so much going on in the wizarding world today that he actually had very little to complain about. He was a pureblooded wizard, not in any form tainted or corrupted in his blood. He was not the subject of the ministry's ambitions while many of the very students he taught, the students he was so thoroughly annoyed with, were. Not even a year ago, he was the ministry's agent of searching out those undesirables. And he was damn good at doing it. Perhaps there was a reason behind their slacking... them having to fend for their lives and whatnot. He shook his head considering it. He was supposed to be their defenders. Should there be an intrusion into the castle, it was his legal and moral obligation to defend his students with his life. But at the moment, he couldn't picture himself putting his life on the line for any.
He took another swig, allowing the burn to linger before he inhaled deeply. And what of his very colleagues who might be facing persecution? Would he be prepared to defend them should they need his aid? It was strange. This job as a professor. It seemed simple in principle. Write on a chalkboard, teach kids how to hold their wands upright, and get paid. But there was a secret layer to the job. A fraternity amongst the staff and a contract to defend the students, even students you might hate more than skunked liquor, with your life. The part that sucked the most maybe, was that he was never told of this secret facet of the job. He had to discover it himself and make his choice to follow just so. By himself. He slid the glass in a small circle on the wooden bar, looking at the liquid within slosh about. This trip to Hogsmeade was supposed to be for the purpose of getting drunk. Not of contemplating his place as a professor and his life path at the moment.
His intense chain of thought was broken only by the sound of the door shutting allowing a new body into the bar. He looked over, interested to see exactly who it was since the bar wasn't that full and he might know who it was. He was probably just as surprised as Sky was to see him. He smiled a friendly smile as she approached him, recalling their brief time together as schoolmates. It was quite interesting actually, when he thought of it. How he had looked after her when they were in school, helping her study for her exams, the material for which he knew like the back of his hand being an OWL student when she was a first year. And now, here they were, working in the very place they'd once attended for school, feeling like the professors felt back then when they had to deal with slacking students. He could honestly say that times were a bit simpler then. There was no war on anything, or at least not an overt purge. Back then, the professors didn't have to consider their mortality for the sake of defending students who were being persecuted by their own government. One of the very slight differences.
She'd grown though. Now, many years later, she was the head of their former house, the professor of astronomy and a well-rounded woman. He was proud of her, to say the least. She was in a more powerful position than him, ironically, and it made him laugh at little bit to see that, but more than anything, it made him prouder. It was pretty odd, considering Geoffrey wasn't the kind of person to go around making friends, nonetheless sister figures, but it seemed Skyanna was the exception. "You're absolutely right," he began as she began to converse with him. "This whole teaching thing is something else. The students are so lazy... it makes me barking mad." He took a long gulp of his mead.
"But then I get to thinking... and I can't be so hard on them, can I? With them having to worry about the ministry barging into the castle at any given moment and snatching them." he paused for a moment, thinking about what he would be called to do in such an event. "If the conditions were the same when we were in school, do you think we would be reacting the same way? Slacking and the like?" [/style] | [/style] |
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Post by loki on Jan 1, 2012 5:22:43 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=algin,center] | [style=width:210px; background-color: #71686a; font-family: arial; font-size: 10px; text-transform: lowercase; text-align: justify; color: #000000;margin-left: -225px; margin-top: -20px; overflow:auto; height: 300px;]Geoffrey Arturius was a man that Sky had a lot of respect and admiration for. She did not view him in a sexual manner (though he was rather attractive), but their relationship was something that Sky came to cherish over the years they have known each other. He is almost like her brother, that family feeling something that she has not had since her fifth year at school. Her brother by blood was a pompous ass, easily molded by their parents and turned his back on the only person who actually had his best interests in mind : her. Ever since he had disowned her with the rest of her family Sky found herself clinging to her relationship with Geoffrey more and more because he treated her like a real sibling should. Though he was graduated at that time he still was there for her through owls, he being one of the only people Sky actually told about her lycanthropy when it happened. She never forgot how he took her under his wing when she first got to school an never forgot how well he treated her over the years.
None the less, Sky was very pleased that Geoffrey was at the Three Broomsticks. She hadn't had the chance to actually speak with him since he started, Sky remembering when she heard he was going to be coming to teach. She was ecstatic! Her position kept her away fro properly greeting him however, even over the holiday break. Though she was still somewhat fearful of being out of the safe walls of the castle she felt that finally getting to speak with her friend face to face was more then worth it. She could only grin at his comments about the students, almost laughing a bit. "Yeah, you adjust to it. Kids these days .. " she started, letting a small laugh pass by her lips. Such comments make her sound so old. "It seems like with each generation the students get lazier and lazier" she finished, taking a sip of her butterbeer when it arrived in front of her. Since Sky didn't teach a subject that was required like Geoffrey, she imagined that he had it a lot worse off then she did. But none the less she understood his annoyance.
Shortly after her comments Geoffrey brought up something that Sky had only thought about briefly. She looked at him thoughtfully, trying to think of the proper way to respond. She heard through the many murmurs of some of her students that Geoffrey was a harsh teacher and even a rougher grader then she was. Her methods were a little less orthodox then his she was sure, but she was very curious to see how the fellow Ravenclaw taught. "I can't let them use that as an excuse for handing in poor work. I had a student this past week who handed in an essay that was T worthy. It was obvious that he didn't pay attention to a word I said and was just handing it in to hopefully avoid the T grade. Geoffrey, I didn't even waste my time trying to correct it. I just dumped all my red ink on it and told him it would have looked that way had I actually made the corrections I should have," she grinned a bit, remembering the look on her students face when she handed him the red parchment. "The world is always a rotten place. If it isn't this crazy minister then it will just be something else for them to be fearful of. But skipping out on their studies - hell, they are just making themselves more unprepared when that time comes, you know?" she said, her view probably pessimistic to most, but she viewed it more as being realistic. "I personally think that pushing them harder and to go to their limits will only prepare them more," she finished, taking another long sip of her butterbeer.
Thinking on the second inquiry of his statement, Sky was truly unsure of how she would have handled this snatcher business when she was back at Hogwarts. "My .. curse was given to me in the middle of my teenage years. As if my raging hormones weren't trouble enough that just made things even worse. I had a hard time adjusting to be honest, my grades did suffer a bit - and their wasn't even this constant danger looming over me," she started, looking in front of her. "To be honest I'm not sure. Knowing me I would have just used the snatchers and new laws as fuel to the fire to get better. Stronger, more prepared," she shrugged a bit, looking back to Geoffrey. "I have a feeling you would have done the same. Or smugly rub your success in the faces of those who were slacking," she spoke, biting her bottom lip as she looked back to Geoffrey, picking out of his many personality traits. Sky was all about knowing oneself, therefore she always tried to point out things about others that they may not hear voiced often. "In that 'you don't know i'm insulting you when i really am' thing you do so well," she grinned.
Bright blue eyes flickered over to the door, Sky hearing it open and close as two men walked in. Sky felt a bit off, both of them looking around before letting their eyes fall on her. One gestured to her position, Sky turning around and looking forward to the bar. shit. please tell me those aren't snatchers, that's just what I need... she thought to herself, trying her best to act like she didn't see them. Sky felt vulnerable, she normally finding a seat where her back would be facing the wall so she could see everything happening, but sitting at the bar with Geoffrey made her very open. "So are you adjusting well? I know that teaching must be a little .. slow paced compared to your previous endeavors," she said, trying to bring up conversation to act like she wasn't feeling threatened. She glanced over her shoulder briefly just to keep tabs on where the men are, they taking a seat at the table behind them. They didn't remove their jackets nor did they order anything, they just watched for the moment. Sky made a mental note of where her wand was, just in case they were who she thought they were. Attention back to Geoffrey, she offered him a soft smile before taking another sip of buttebeer. |
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Post by jeff on Jan 3, 2012 3:39:05 GMT -5
[style=font-family: Yanone Kaffeesatz; color: fff; letter-spacing: -2px; line-height:100%; font-size: 40px; background-color: #cca79c; padding-top: 10px; padding-bottom: 10px; width: 430px;]THIS IS ONLY BRINGING ME DOWN | [atrb=width,220,true][atrb=border,0,true] [style=color:#555; font-size: 10px; font-family: arial; text-align: justify; height: 300px; width: 210px; padding-left: 5px; overflow: auto; line-height: 91%; margin-top:10px]"Honestly," he began following the woman's comment about the laziness of children. He recalled their youth, when Sky was a first year, one promising addition to the most noble and high-minded house of Ravenclaw; he'd been among the ranks four years prior and was in his fifth when she first joined him. They took to one another rather quickly, Geoffrey meeting the girl for the first time in the library, and from then on acting as an aid in her studies before their relationship took root to resemble that of family. It was in his training to become a hit wizard that he received an owl from the girl he'd come to know as a sister informing him of her transformation into a werewolf. With great sorrow, he continued correspondence, establishing himself as the rock she could lean on when all others, including her biological brother, turned their backs on her. Equally as such, she was the first person to discover his intentions to resign and take up office at the castle seeing the vacancy of the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. "I recall days where we spent days in the library... now I feel all the children do is fly around on broomsticks and snog one another." he shook his head in disapproval before casting the thought from his mind, with a huge swig of the mead.
"You're being modest," he smiled at her. "A drop in grades for you would be half a point if that." He was absolutely certain that Skyanna never allowed her lycanthropy to deter her studies. He could only hope that his students would amount to being half the student that she was. If the somehow managed that, they would have the capacity to become anything at all it was they wanted to be. But as of now, he was sure they weren't such students and perhaps all of them were deserving of a simply splash of red ink instead of the time and effort required for him to read all their meager essays. He'd read a few essays today, one about the use of wandless magic in his sixth year NEWT class and was absolutely astonished at the lack of depth and understanding. "We all have to adjust to the world around us, no? If they are being chased by the ministry, they should use the stress to further their studies and abilities as would be required in a world where their lives are on the line with every passing day." It was truly how he'd handle the times if he were in school, not that he was even at risk, which was a considerable advantage. Geoffrey was not one for revealing political alliances, and he assumed that was why he wasn't bothered by the ministry concerning his rather abrupt resigning from the ministry. Were he a vocal advocate of half-breed integration, he was sure he would have gotten more than one visit from the ministry's various departments and would have been declined employment at Hogwarts given the headmaster's concurrence with the ministry's radical views.
He giggled a little at her jab at him. It was true. Geoffrey was a proud asshole at times and often would bully his classmates in such a way that they'd have no clue they were being humiliated. He wasn't in the least bit annoyed with her pointing it out. She was the one person who could actually really do that and have everything be completely fine. He could only hope that she would continue to be the one person he could look to for the utmost truth when all others fall under falsehoods. Such friends were rare for normal people, but Geoffrey was far from normal in terms of friends, having very few, and the few he had all had to have this quality about them. It was why he appreciated them, no, loved them, so much. And as such, would defend them with his life. Skyanna, knowing Geoffrey so well, would know also that he was incredibly observant. It served to his work, and it was one of the reasons he was the best. He could observe a target for mere minutes and then devise multiple pathways which to follow to ensure that that target was dead within the end of the day. So her subtle shift in eyes from him to the door was all but obvious to him. Her sudden turn to face away from whatever it was she say tipped Geoffrey further. A skilled legilimens, he wouldn't use his abilities on her, but it went without saying that he could read people quite easily. This woman was worried. What made it an odd moment was that Geoffrey only knew her as a fierce woman who even handled the turning of into a werewolf head on and with little fear. There were very few moments in their passed that he identified her as completely vulnerable. Here, she was only partially so.
"Oh, you mean not as exciting as my career as a hit wizard?" he said somewhat loudly so that fellow patrons turned their heads. "It is quite the adjustment. You won't believe how many students think I was an auror. Lots of explaining to do on that topic there." he said, raising his eyebrow to Sky, a simple gesture to let her know that he recognized the predicament, if only slightly. His hand crept within his robe to his side, grasping the handle of his wand ever so gently. This wouldn't end prettily. A wizarding bar fight. Someone was bound to get a stinging jinx to the face. It wouldn't be Professor Arturius, and if he could help it, it wouldn't be Professor Pearce either. Acting quickly, he buckled his legs against the bar, pushing off so he swung around on the stool, quickly drawing and pointing his wand to the snatcher, the git sitting and starting to stand seeing the man's sudden movements. "Stupefy!" he cried out, a scarlet jet of light jolting from the end of his bright wooded wand. He allowed a small glance over to Skyanna, nodding to her, letting her know that the shit had hit the fan and it was on. [/style] | [/style] |
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