Staff Table

[MademoiselleHarmonie]

Mira Sinclair : Art & Muggle Art Professor

Professor Sinclair made her way to the staff table, she was very disconnected to the school this year, but still, she felt the need to show up at the House Cup ceremony. Her beloved Hufflepuff house was in third place currently, but extra points were known to be given. The woman crossed her fingers, hoping for the best, and took a seat next to the Charms professor. Hazel eyes scanned the table for a bottle of Gillywater. She eventually spotted it across the table. 'Accio!' She thought, as her wand swished in proper wrist movement. The bottle flung itself, with great speed at the art professor. She caught - old Qudditch reflexes still in tact - and then poured it into her goblet. She took a large gulp and then sighed in a content manner.

"Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known"

 

[Porcelaine Ivory]

Evelyn let her robes flow behind her as she walked, making a quiet fluttering sound. She glanced up at the ceiling as she walked, and noticing the increase in the weather quality, she took a mental note to take a stroll through the grounds later. As she passed by the long rows of students, she could feel the end-of-the-year fever emanating from each one of them, and a thick aura of euphoria masked the air. Approaching the staff table, she notice numerous new professors that had acquired the open teaching posts, and she wondered absently if it had been her who had scared all the others away. She took a seat a quarter of the way down the table, adjusting her blue robes around her as she glanced at the man next her sipping his Butterbeer, the hint of a smile peeking through her strict facade. It hit her as a good idea, and a great way to celebrate the end of the year. However, she felt the need for something a little stronger, and at the wave of her wand, her goblet filled to the brim with a strong scented Firewhiskey. She took what she intended to be a sip, letting it turn into the chugging of half her glass. As she set down her considerably lighter goblet, she chuckled lightly to herself when she realized how she must look to anyone watching. She pushed the goblet away, deciding to settle for some pumpkin juice instead.

 

[Professor Tahiri]

{Guys, don't start the new year yet. We still have to have the end of the year feast where the Headmistress announces the winner of the House Cup. That happens when she gets on today, 3/31.}  

[Porcelaine Ivory]

[[Sorry, wasn't trying to. I was posting for the end of year feast, because I probably won't be able to get on tomorrow.]]  

[Professor Tahiri]

{Oh, okay. I didn't know. Lo siento! <3}  

[Porcelaine Ivory]

[[No prob! heart ]]  

[MademoiselleHarmonie]

[[I'll change my post to my other teacher, the one currently working in this school year. c:]]  

[Vampire Toy]

♦ ♥ ♣ ♠ Jack Terran ♦ ♥ ♣ ♠

”I’m a partier and a gambler. Even with my life…”

The Alchemy professor was already sitting in his chair, playing a knife game with the silverware. He got faster and faster, stabbing between his fingers. His hand wasn't even cut up yet, "What a year! Exhausting," Jack paused for a moment, wiping the sweat from his brow, "I haven't been here longer than a month and I'm already tired out, sheesh!"

It took only a moment for him to sense his fellow Hufflepuffs. He glanced up with a cool smile that said, You're both too hot to be single, "And what beautiful women they have teaching here... maybe that's why I'm so tired? They never had such beauty teaching here before," he smirked at Evelyn and Mira.

”When it comes down to it, Alchemy is the essence of life”

 

[Vampire Toy]

{ Professor Icarus Skylar }
Quidditch Referee and Flying Instructor

Icarus walked into the Great Hall, stretching his muscles cautiously. It had been a long time since he'd seen his love, but he hoped that she had missed being with him as much as he missed being with her. It had seemed that their schedules were just destined to keep them apart. But, Icarus was sure that, with the season of Quidditch next year, he would be seeing his girlfriend more often than he did this past year.

For now, he searched the table for any familiar faces, yet finding none. Isis wasn't there yet, and neither was Anyanka. His heart sank a tad, but he shrugged mentally and made his way to his seat, a few seats down from Jack.

Icarus drank a glass of water, trying to ignore Jack's obnoxious voice.

Luckily, our staff includes a lot of beautiful women. Beautiful women… which I may hit on… I hope.

 

[MademoiselleHarmonie]

Mira Sinclair : Art & Muggle Art Professor

Mira's gaze flickered to the Gryffindor table, searching for her lone student. The woman wished to say a short goodbye to the girl before they both both left for the summer. She was tad bit disappointed that she wasn't able to do that now. 'Ah well, there's always next year...' The art professor took a sip of Gillywater, and then glanced over to her left, just in time to see Jack's cool smile. 'Oh...he's one of those.' She thought, assuming him to be womanizer from his aura. Mira had seen plently of those in the bar of her family's Inn...they tended to be trouble. The man sputtered out some words about beauty and women to herself and Evelyn. The brunette coughed, to stop herself from laughing. 'Hmmm...I thought was he'd go with the mirror in the pants pick up line or some thing like that... I'll give some points to him for originality though....' The woman flashed him a pleasant, and dis-arming smile. "Ah, how sweet of you to say that." She waved her fingers, dismissing the complement. "But perhaps us ladies," She pointed to herself, and then the Charms professor. "would appreciate said words if we knew what marvelous person they came from - what is your name, stranger?" Mira looked at him with a steady gaze, his answer would probably tell a lot about him, she waited expectantly for a reply.

"Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known."

 

[Vampire Toy]

♦ ♥ ♣ ♠ Jack Terran ♦ ♥ ♣ ♠

”I’m a partier and a gambler. Even with my life…”

Jack winced, "You're giving me the voice," Jack sighed, brushing his hair from his face, glancing up at the professor, "I am Mr. Perfect. I will prove it to you, too,"

Jack stood up carefully, pulling out a chair beside him for Mira, "See? I'm trained," he smiled teasingly.

”When it comes down to it, Alchemy is the essence of life”

 

[Firefly_Wanderer]

❝Constant attention by a good nurse may be just as important as a major operation by a surgeon.❞

Isis stepped quietly into the hall. This year had been long, crazy, and full of students coming to her wing. Rian had appeared this year as well. She chuckled lightly thinking about the Gryffindor that had been like a brother to her since they met during their school years. Sadly the two barely got to talk this year. But that wasn't what put her in an emotional slump. With how busy the Hospital Wing had been she hardly saw Icarus at all. Those brief moments in the hall when they passes, glancing up to catch his eye...it hadn't been enough but it held her over. When she looked up at the table to see him already there she smiled.
"Mind if I join you?" Isis asked softly as she stepped up to the empty chair next to him.

 

[MysticHoneyRose]

Romina felt nervous. She hadn't taught this year so she didn't get time to know any of the others. Seeing someone who looked nice she moved over to the open chair on one side of her. "Hello, is it alright if I sit here" she asked Isis. Noticing that she was speaking with the man next to her already Romina felt a bit silly and rude. Even so she didn't sit until Isis gave her permission to do so.She was used to being told what to do for so long at Tomes and Scrolls that it would take some time to get it out of her system.  

[Vampire Toy]

{ Professor Icarus Skylar }
Quidditch Referee and Flying Instructor

Icarus looked up into Isis' face, and melted. She looked more beautiful than he could remember. It had been so long. Those beautiful eyes... her lips, her fair skin. Memories flooded into Icarus' mind as he examined Isis tenderly. How long had it been? His heart ached as though it had been centuries.

Icarus stood up clumsily, grabbing his chair before tipping it backward, "Yes, please do,"

The Flying Instructor had never been caught off guard. He had never been so careless around anyone. It felt strange, yet natural all at once. He felt like a fool for her and felt ashamed for it. It was the Slytherin blood that made him feel like that, but, at the same time, Icarus felt like it was perfectly alright to feel this way.

He carefully pulled out the chair for Isis.

Luckily, our staff includes a lot of beautiful women. Beautiful women… which I may hit on… I hope.

 

[MademoiselleHarmonie]

Mira Sinclair : Art & Muggle Art Professor

Mira's expression became one of confusion. 'I hope he's not talking my about authoritative teaching voice...' The art professor had troubles turning it off a times. She sighed - at the same time he did, and then took another sip from her goblet. Jack stood up, pulled out a chair in a careful manner, and then introduced himself as Mr.Perfect. The brunette raised a questioning eyebrow, but suddenly he spoke again, so she quirked it back down. "Yes. You're well trained, Mr.Perfect." She flashed him and small smile, this time it didn't hold a subtle mockery like the ones before.
"Thank you." She mumured, after she got up and took the seat.

"Art is the most intense mode of individualism that the world has known."