Staff Table

[Forks Anonymous]

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ᵗᵘ ᶰᵉ ˡ’ᵃᵗᵗᵉᶰᵈˢ ᵖᵃˢ˒ ᶤˡ ᵉˢᵗ ˡᵃˑxxxxxxxxxxxxx❀xxxx

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xxＬocation: Staff Table
xＷith: Professors
xxＭood: Reminescent
xxxＴhoughts: '...'
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Following the announcements made by Professor Brighton, Lulu raised her cup to the staff and students with a beaming smile on her face. Another year was over, and it was heartwarming to see her students learn and grow, but also a little heartbreaking to think that another batch of students would be leaving her this year as they advanced into their fourth year. Sipping from her goblet, the Transfiguration professor took in the scene with a sweeping gaze, her mind drifting to the thought of the summer. What did she have planned this year? The summer months offered so much opportunity, with no responsibilities and no obligations, nothing to tie her down to one spot, even though her career was admittedly one of the best things that had happened in her life.

Raising the goblet to her lips again, Lulu paused, deep in thought as she gazed blankly into space. Perhaps a visit to Drusilla’s was in order, and she’d make good on the promise of a slumber party at the Huckabee manor as well. That was long overdue, and for Lulu the concept of slumber parties would never grow old. Taking another sip, Lulu gazed around the table, wondering where the other professors were.
 

[MJ Spooks]

Amata is...spacespacespacespace
CURRENTLY // Looking Lovely at the Staff Tablespace
CURRENTLY // fancying Grayson Powellspaces
CURRENTLY WITH // Graysonspacesp
CURRENTLY FEELING // Flusteredspacespa
CURRENTLY THINKING // 'Oh, my...' spacespac
დ დ დ The rain is fallin' on my windowpanes
But we are hiding in a safer place. დ დ დ
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spaceAs Amata had headed towards the Great Hall for the start of term feast, she had, on several occasions, debated turning back around, going back to her office, and giving it another ten, twenty, thirty minutes before arriving. After all, it was really far too early to be at the table already, except... Amata flushed. She and Grayson had both arrived fairly early compared to the other professors over the last couple of years, and aside from term before last, she'd rather enjoyed talking to him while they waited for the students and other professors. But, after her talk with Ciaran over the Summer... well, it didn't seem like the relationship was going anywhere, if there even was one, and she had to wonder if she was just running herself in a circle with it. But, even if there was nothing romantic going on on his end, they were still friends, and she did like talking to him. It was this reminder that made her keep walking down the hall and not turn tail and run back to hide in her office like a scared little bunny. She was an adult, not some silly teenager... even if sometimes he made her feel like one.

spaceAmata approached the table, unsurprised to see a figure already seated. She pulled a chair out and sat next to him, and her eyes went wide; she didn't know which was more shocking, the fact that he wasn't sitting there reading or... her hand went to her mouth. A beard? He'd grown a beard? She'd known he was going off an a dig, but... well, she thought the thing about men going off to study ancient cultures and coming back scruffy was something that only happened in movies. Then again, she'd never really known anyone who went on digs and things before. Or maybe he'd just gotten attached to it, so to speak. At least it didn't look bad on him. Her father had tried to grow a beard once, and it'd looked horrid. Grayson... actually looked rather nice. She fought to keep the flush from her cheeks. "Evening, Grayson, Professor Leveque! How were your Summers?" She asked, smiling. She brushed a lock of blonde hair behind her ear, trying very, very hard to keep from tittering like a teenager with a first crush. It'd only been a couple of months since she'd seen him, for goodness sake, no need to act like it'd been ages. Her cheeks were still dusted with a light pink, her eyes bright. She felt like, after a Summer apart, there should be more to say, but found she was at a loss for words. Well, drat. She didn't recall ever having this problem before... and she realized how very awkward it'd sounded that she'd referred to Grayson by his first name and not called him Professor Powell, with Leveque sitting there beside him. But even thinking of him as Professor Powell seemed strange... ah, well. Hopefully the frenchwoman wouldn't mind... and maybe she'd participate in the conversation enough to make Amata less nervous.

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დ დ დ Under covers staying dry and warm
You give me feelings that I adore. დ დ დ

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[Essy ze Ninja]

Professor of Alchemy
..........Ravenclaw Head of House

"The cycle of life only goes one direction,

not even alchemy can change that."

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Staff Table [Fall 2024]
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With a mental pat on the back, Angel sauntered past the doors of the expansive hall to find that, he had, infact arrived before the students had. Every year had always been the same, and Angel loathed to admit it, but as a head of house he probably shouldn’t have been so late, sneaking in with the batch of seventh years and trying to imagine he was still in his school robes. It hadn’t made it any less awkward, anyway. Still, he was, if anything, impeccable in his taste and his fine threaded and tailored suit grazed him with the softest touch. Call him ridiculous, but he never like the scratch of wool or polycotton blends. Of course, as a wizard, like the rest of them, he should’ve had some sort of cloak, or robe, or bloody cape.

But they’re so tacky, and honestly, it’s a nuisance. In potion-making, rolling up the sleeves every other second and what have you, and when sprinting for his life from a particularly nasty venemous tentacula, well, those robes would’ve been the death of him. Several deaths of him... If he decided to be honest about it.

Regardless, he’d finally jogged up the few steps rising the platform for the staff table, several of his own colleagues were already waiting. ”A lovely night, isn’t it?” Really, was that all he could think of? ”Here’s to a good year, ya?” He nodded, and the smallest inflection of his Hispanic nature arched on his English words; it was a habitual occurence. He pulled out a chair, ears pricked to the sound of the woods’ grind and then sat with a plop and blinked.

Well, now he remembers why he’s always late-- it was just so much less boring that way. Dark chocolate eyes roamed to take notice of the professors beside him, Powells beard, Leveque almost seemed different too, but he couldn’t put a finger on it, and then Harlowe and her laced scheme. Chocolate brown eyes darted around, and he suddenly remembered the latest gossip that vined across the castle portraits. New professors, and more than one, but that wasn’t exactly an unusual occurence in this castle. Still, he was curious. He always was.

Juan Angel Amorocho

 

[Sir Spazalots]

---------◖Can you feel the Magic◗
--------◢Can you hear the Love◣
-----◆Can you be the one for me?◆
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Lukas sat down at the Staff Table, in his usual seat, though he no longer taught at the school, and had stepped down from Head of House, he was still a staff member of the School. Having turned his complete focus to the Hospital Wing, he felt the need to turn his focus on the health of the students and professors. "Hello everyone." he said as he smiled at the table. He turned to watch the sorting. His eyes occasionally flicking on Professor Steele. Perhaps I should visit Steele with a Brandy after the feast. he thought with a smile.

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◖Will I feel the Magic◗---------
◢Will I hear the Love◣--------
◆Can I be the one for you?◆-----

 

[MJ Spooks]

Drusilla is...spacespacespacespace
CURRENTLY // Looking Ravishing at the Staff Tablespace
CURRENTLY // singlespaces
CURRENTLY WITH // Professorsspacesp
CURRENTLY FEELING // Calmspacespa
CURRENTLY THINKING // 'Hm... so many badgers, so so many...' spacespac
☩ ☩ ☩ But what is this, that I cant see?
With ice cold hands taking hold of me... ☩ ☩ ☩
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spaceDrusilla didn't say a word as she joined her fellow professors at the Staff Table, didn't speak, just pulled out a chair, sat down, and leaned forward, her eyes rapt on the Deputy Headmaster and the newest batch of students. As always, her lips moved, muttering to herself. Occasionally, the volume would rise, and what she was saying could be heart, a house name here or there, an exclamation of surprise when a student was put in a house other than what she'd thought... the latter only happened two or so times, but it still managed to surprise her. She always wondered what could've changed in a a child's future or in the Sorting Hat's mind so quickly that she missed it and still thought her prediction accurate. Typically her Eye could See with complete accuracy... but in regards to the sorting, there always seemed to be one or two that changed at the very last second. Her chin rested on her interwoven fingers, and her head rocked back and forth. She tittered and mumbled and chirped, clearly off in her own little world... aside from seeing Lulu,she hadn't seen anyone all Summer, and so her social skills had taken a hit. It would take the woman a day or so to get back in the swing of things.

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☩ ☩ ☩ When God is gone and the Devil takes hold,
Who will have mercy on your soul? ☩ ☩ ☩

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[500 Days of Summer]

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Cole wasn't sure how he felt about getting to the Great Hall a bit late. The sorting was already happening, but these faces were going to be blurry and vague anyways until their third year. Since Cole was the new Muggle Studies professor, he didn't expect any first years to notice him until later. He walked against the wall of the Great Hall, trying to sneak his way to the staff table. Being late on his first official day, probably not a good impression but he tried to keep his uncomfortableness from being apparent. He could hear heavy breathing behind him, realizing Galifrey was still following him. Now he was late and had his pet with him. "No time to go back now. You're already there." He thought to himself, now at the table and giving the rest of the professors a grin, "Sorry I'm late. Just lost track of time." He tried to be funny, taking the corner and seeing his dalmatian sit next to him, with a prouder pose that Cole could ever fake.

 

[Squeeky Luff]

"The fresh smell of cold,
The winter settles down.
The bitter frost leaps at me,
Through a wonderland.
Winter's home again."

It was time. Time for the new year and her second year of teaching students. Natalya hoped that there were more students for Cooking this year, but students seemed so...morose about the whole thing. It was a shame. Sitting at the table she glanced to her fellow colleagues, she wasn't exactly the go out and make tons of friends type of person. In fact such a thing was commonly frowned upon in her home town. But she supposed she ought to try at least.

Natalya stared out at the sea of students and noticed the sorting hat, with a raised brow, so this was how they sorted in Hogwarts? A lot different from Durmstrang.

I feel calm.
My thoughts are, "Hm..."
I'm a professor of Cooking with Magic.
My puppeteer says "..." Out of character.

 

[RedEagleEye007]

Bréanainn Cian Conri

House: Gryffindor{|}Charm's Professor{|}29

Bréanainn sat at the table and listened to the speech given. He had grown quite tired of sitting here and wanted to go and do something fun. He didn't want to be mischievous, but he wanted something fun to do. This sorting had always bored him quite a bit. He was happy to see that some kids had gotten into Gryffindor, adding to their well needed ranks, but other than that, he really didn't want to hear it. Sure, it was nice to see that the sorting has started and the young student's eagerness had been answered, but he wanted a good time. He wanted to go around the castle, he wanted to teach the youth. That's what he wanted to do. He loved to teach, but all of these festivities seemed to be glamorized so much.

He took a sip from his goblet, letting the bitter taste of wine find its way down to his stomach. He loved wine, but he never really got the chance to drink it; mainly because Cadoc never bought any and Bréanainn never felt like getting it. Despite this, he found a way to get it once and awhile.

Despite his lack of enthusiasm, he did find it good that the new year had been starting. So, he decided after a few minutes to put a smile on his face. It had been quite the facade, but it was believable. He always had been good at making a poker face.

Everyone is a moon, and has a dark side which he never shows to anybody.

 

[Devlyn Maycry]

ஒ Half Blood ஒ Half Veela ஒ Hades ஒ




They can вεģ and they can ρℓεα∂,
But they can't see the ℓιģнτ, that's яιģнτ.
'Cause the вøÿ with the cold hard ¢αṡн
Is αℓωαÿṡ Mister яιģнτ.



Amber strutted to the staff table silent as a hawk. Her head was held high and it was quite obvious that she thought very fondly of herself and expected everyone else to feel the same. But how could you not? She was damn attractive and she was half veela. None of them would be able to resist her. And if they tried, well she'd just find even more amusement in that. The great thing though, was that she was attracted to the whole lot of them. She wasn't choosey at all.


On that note, Amber's green eyes trailed over the staff table and landed on a female who looked much to interesting to pass up. She strutted over and took the empty seat next to the woman. "Hey there. I'm Amber. Who are you?" She practically purred, smirking at the fellow professor and letting her eyes trail over the rest of the table to see what other flings she could find while here.



Boys may ¢øмε and boys may ģø
And τнατ'ṡ all яιģнτ you see
εχρεяιεи¢ε has made me яι¢н
And иøω they're after мε.

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[MJ Spooks]

Drusilla is...spacespacespacespace
CURRENTLY // Looking Ravishing at the Staff Tablespace
CURRENTLY // singlespaces
CURRENTLY WITH // Professorsspacesp
CURRENTLY FEELING // Calmspacespa
CURRENTLY THINKING // 'Hm... so many badgers, so so many...' spacespac
☩ ☩ ☩ But what is this, that I cant see?
With ice cold hands taking hold of me... ☩ ☩ ☩
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spaceDrusilla didn't noticed the woman who'd sat beside her at first, so wrapped up was she in her own thoughts. Had it been Lulu, with her distinctly french accent, it might have pulled the Seer from her strange focus, but a strangers voice became part of the chorus she heard in her head all day every day. Her eyes remained rapt on the sorting ceremony, her lips moving seconds before the hat spoke, head tipping this way in that... until suddenly, she let out an odd chirp, and sat up straight, turning just her head to face the newcomer. She'd seen this woman, seen her before, hadn't she? Not a stranger, not a stranger at all... he head tilted to the side, her grey-blue eyes bright, shining. "Drusilla, ducky, lovely to meet you again," she said, still too wrapped up in her own mind to realize that such a statement made absolutely no sense to the woman. "You're different from the others, ducky, all shiny... like the stars..." It wasn't a literal statement, obviously, and Dru honestly hadn't the foggiest idea what she'd meant by it... perhaps Amber would, though? After all, contrary to popular belief, Dru wasn't omniscient, couldn't see all that had been and would be. She could see the future, and often filed away things she saw for future reference, like faces she met and events she attended, but for the most part, she was only slightly less blind than others, after all. She couldn't see this woman's past, couldn't delve into her mind... however much she thought she might like to.

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☩ ☩ ☩ When God is gone and the Devil takes hold,
Who will have mercy on your soul? ☩ ☩ ☩

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[murruelecreuset]

Professor Landon Price
Former Hufflepuff
Advanced Flying Professor

Location: Great Hall (Staff Table)

Landon walked into the great hall for the sorting. He was always interested to see who would be sorted where on the first day. Taking his seat he was happy to see quite a few Hufflepuffs. Ravenclaw seemed to be a little less but that didn’t mean they wouldn’t catch up as the night went on. “Good evening.” He said to everyone happily. It was a new year and Landon was ready to get to know all his second year students strengths and weaknesses. He was also interested to see how his third years had improved over the summer.

Status: Happy
With: Other Staff members

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[shabatha]

Attina Elliott//Thoughts//Where//With

Another year!//Staff Table//Other Professors





Attina smiled as she made her way to the staff table. She was happily setting up plans for the year. Made some changes to how she would teach certain lessons. It didn't help that she was late to the school. Having to deal with lunatics like her brother-in-law was wearng her patience thin. She sat and took a sip of some water. She didn't want anything to drink for now. Might later on before heading to bed.

The other professors were seeming joyous and tired as well. Well maybe that was a good thing?

"Shall We Begin?"

 

[Devlyn Maycry]

ஒ Half Blood ஒ Half Veela ஒ Hades ஒ




They can вεģ and they can ρℓεα∂,
But they can't see the ℓιģнτ, that's яιģнτ.
'Cause the вøÿ with the cold hard ¢αṡн
Is αℓωαÿṡ Mister яιģнτ.



Amber blinked as the woman at first ignored her, and then finally turned her attention to her. An eyebrow quirked up as the other woman told her she was shiny like the stars. Well that was an interesting answer. Such a cute little thing. Amber wondered just how long it would take to have the woman fumbling over herself. She leaned forward resting her chin in the palm of her hand and staring into the other woman's eyes. Her green ones studying the twinkling grey-blue.


"Shiny like the stars?" She purred, tapping manicured nails against the wood of the table. She hummed quietly, a smirk crawling on her lips as she stared at her. "Isn't that an interesting answer little dove." She whispered, nails click clacking away. She liked that though. Shiny like the stars. Oh yes, she was shiny. She was shiny and tempting and beautiful and obviously this woman was smart if she noticed it.



Boys may ¢øмε and boys may ģø
And τнατ'ṡ all яιģнτ you see
εχρεяιεи¢ε has made me яι¢н
And иøω they're after мε.

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