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 Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 8:09 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 8:12 pm
Regret ☂ Owens
Divinations Professor
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He looked up to see no one really noticed him apologizing. Were they simply ignoring him like he had ignored them? Or were they just used to slamming books from years of teaching? Or maybe even he didn't slam that hard for a lot of people to hear him. He looked around, slightly bored, and noticed Amata, the Mythology professor he met back in Hogsmeade.
He waved at her and greeted, "Hello Miss Harlowe! I'm so glad to see a familiar face here." He would feel less like an intruder that way, since he couldn't tell if a professor was new or not. If he had been paying attention, maybe he would've known that a lot of professors he was sitting with were, in fact, new.
✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖ ℰndure through the pain, to be rewarded with a gain. 
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 8:20 pm
 Cinq Moreau  Ghost and Ghouls Study Professor Flying Substitute Professor Former Hufflepuff ╔════════════════════════════════════╗
Cinq had been joyously talking to Christine when he was brutally interrupted by the sound of a book slamming shut. He gasped a little at the initial shock, but he quickly recovered, even though his heart was pounding inside his chest. That gave him quite the fright. He wouldn't do well in a haunted house situation, it seemed.
He slightly turned his head around enough to catch a glimpse at the man who shut the book with such a force. The book! Cinq had seen it before in the Restricted Section. Certainly, the the bindings and the unique, peculiar color of the book. Cinq Moreau never read the book, or even remembered the title, but he was sure that the tome belonged to the forbidden section of the library. He quickly averted his attention from the new professor and back to Christine, smiling, but slightly worried.
╚════════════════════════════════════╝ "You haven't seen a tree until you've seen its shadow from the sky."
~Amelia Earhart
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 8:21 pm
Pandora Thorne Herbology Professor❦Head of Hufflepuff ╔══════════════╗
Pandora listened to Grayson explain why he came up with his theory about the temple. It seemed as though wizards hadn't changed much over the years. "Do you have any idea what he might have been working on? Or maybe he wasn't working at all. Maybe someone stole those and hid them at the temple," the professor inquired. She was quite glad to see that Grayson was interested in this topic. It was something he certainly knew a lot about.
╚══════════════╝ ❝Those who seek peace above all else, they say, will always deceive to keep the water calm.❞
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 8:27 pm
That's why I slipped out the back before you knew I was thereAnd I know the way I left wasn't fair I didn't want to be around just to bring you down Remington Jagger Nott 
Silence and commotion, it thrashed together in unison as one. Rolling and fusing as static electricity courses in the copper coil, Remington shook his head and cleared his mind. An empty canvas.
Bam! It echoed across the halls. Remington snapped his head in the direction of a new professor unruly and at turmoil.I'll have to keep an eye on this one...
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Location: Staff Table
╚══════════════╝ I'm not a hero but don't think I didn't care
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 9:09 pm
Amata HarloweProfessor of Mythology // Great Hall // WearingCURRENTLY WITH // Regret Owens & other professorsCURRENTLY FEELING // NervousCURRENTLY THINKING // 'I wonder what made him slam his book shut...'═════════════════════════════════ 
Amata smiled at Regret and held out a hand. "It is lovely to see you again! I'm sorry we haven't met up since The Three Broomsticks. I spent the remainder of the summer at my personal residence. I was doing the final edit for my mother's book... I told you about it at lunch, didn't I? I didn't much care to do it here. So I returned home. You did say you had already moved into the castle, didn't you?" Amata knew that she was rambling a bit, but she was suddenly very aware of the fact that a couple of the other professors present were scrutinizing them... or, rather, him. It made her a bit uncomfortable, to be honest. But, she supposed it was to be expected, with so many of the staff being new this year. But, one of the two she'd noticed staring was making her a tad nervous... he looked rather intimidating. And intense... it was quite disquieting.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 9:22 pm
Mood: Excited
Location: Hufflepuff table
OoC: (( ))
Legilimency teacher/Wearing/Half-blood/ Former Hufflepuff
“Oh really?” Allen replied to Sandra. He had had a girlfriend himself once, but it hadn’t lasted long and hadn’t ended well. He shuddered remembering her.
Suddenly a crossed the staff’s table a book slammed down and heads turned to meet a brown haired professor who quickly apologized afterwards. Allen shrugged and his eyes fell on a tall well-built man who was wearing armor? Whatever for, Allen couldn’t imagine, but kept his thoughts to himself. He accidently found himself staring for longer than he should have though.
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 9:36 pm
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Posted: Mon Jul 30, 2012 10:37 pm
Mood: Excited
Location: Hufflepuff table
OoC: ((Okay I’ll go back and fix my previous post ))
Legilimency teacher/ Wearing/Half-blood/ Former Hufflepuff
“Well we certainly are a strange bunch,” Allen laughed slightly, “I don’t remember the professors being quiet so odd when I went to school. Then again I never imagined that I’d be one of them one day.” He grinned at the World Studies teacher then looked back at the Hufflepuff table trying to remember what it was like to be a student again.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 6:25 am
That's why I slipped out the back before you knew I was thereAnd I know the way I left wasn't fair I didn't want to be around just to bring you down Remington Jagger Nott
Fire… it bubbled and churned and danced when he felt the eyes fluttering upon him one by one. Flames licking greedily into the open atmosphere, taking advantage of the oxygen building around until combustion surged within him, like toxic waves. A glint of his canines reflected the sconce fire light as his eyes of damning gold had caught that static greens of another professor. Her blonde hair cascaded around her shoulders, and her smile, so innocent and lithe and unsuspecting. Remington nodded, his eyes narrowed with malicious and wanton intent as his lips curved upwards into a slow, poisonous smile; the reflection of Professor Amata Harlowe vivid and clear in his eyes like an eerie abyss.
Donning upon the emblem of his armor, the grand English Bullmastiff, the sigil of the Nott’s for centuries. His coat of arms embellished near every detail of this man, from the inlay of his earthen brown robes, to the buttons pinned to the clothing. This man was well aware of all that should not be known, his infamous status a highlight in the underground wizarding world, and even more so, within the dreary streets of Knockturn Alley. This was the man that people went searching for—but only—when they had nothing else to lose.
The dance of embers and cinders burst to life, and, Remington shifted his attention to meet the rest. His gaze peering into the depths of their souls, rounding upon Allen Galewind and Sandra Link with a teasing smile that simply knew far too much.
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Location: Staff Table
╚══════════════╝ I'm not a hero but don't think I didn't care
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Essy ze Ninja Vice Captain
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 9:41 am
Regret ☂ Owens
Divinations Professor
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"It's nice to see you again, miss," he gently took her hand and pressed his lips against the soft skin of hers while leaning forward slightly in a short bow. Whether he had other professors starring at him or not, a gentleman was still a gentleman. He refused to let himself slip again.
"That's fine. I spent a lot of time in the bookstore, so I didn't get around much," Regret smiled, chuckling slightly. "Yes I did, Miss Harlowe. A room large enough for a man to live comfortably." He felt eyes on him, though he was used to it already. People always looked and wondered, their deep gazes could not pierce his thick wall of defense anymore. But Amata Harlowe didn't seem to be unfazed. He looked at her apologetically, knowing that it was his fault some professors were staring.
{OOC; *kicks* This post isn't fluffy enough. >8C} ✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖✖ ℰndure through the pain, to be rewarded with a gain.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 11:37 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 12:17 pm
Mood: Excited
Location: Hufflepuff table
OoC: (())
Legilimency teacher/ Wearing/Half-blood/ Former Hufflepuff
Allen looked back at the strange tall man who had surprisingly golden eyes. He had looked at Sandra with maybe not the best intentions, but Allen was never one to make enemies because of first impressions. If it was bothering Professor Link though maybe this man really was a bit more of an oddball than the rest.
“Well he certainly is a bit… strange,” Allen inwardly kicked himself for being so vague. He just didn’t know how to describe this man’s personality simply. I mean who wears armor to a feast now-a-days? “If he’s bothering you I could go have a word with him?” Allen offered not knowing if she’d take him up on it.
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 12:27 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 31, 2012 12:36 pm
Mood: Excited
Location: Hufflepuff table
OoC: (())
Legilimency teacher/ Wearing/Half-blood/ Former Hufflepuff “If you’re sure then okay, but in the future if you need any help I’d be happy to step in.” Allen tilted away from the man and back to Sandra. He then proceeded to answer her next question, “Yes, I just hope that the student’s feel the same way though, I wouldn’t imagine many of them would be to excited to have homework again after a long summer break.”
He looked at the giant double doors in front of them wondering when the first years would arrive, he wanted to see the sorting ceremony since it had been a while since he last witnessed one.
“What about you? This is your first year as a professor right? Are you nervous?”
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