Staff Table

[hocusss]

WILLIAM STAYNE
CARETAKER

Stayne took another big gulp of Firewhiskey before putting the bottle down and smirking widely.
"Who knows." he winked at her cheekily before taking a sip from the bottle. He really didn't care about the females' thoughts around her, maybe just their temptations...? He chuckled under his breath. He looked up as he saw Isis come in, his sneer widened.
"Well, hello, Isis. How was your summer?" he smirked as he watched her sit down.

 

[Firefly_Wanderer]

"Very well, Stayne. Thank you for asking. How was yours? Anything interesting happened with you?" Isis asked tilting her head in his direction. She rarly spoke to the caretaker, but didn't mean she couldn't be polite. Dispite the rumors about him.


 

[hocusss]

WILLIAM STAYNE
CARETAKER

Stayne shook his head, grinning mischievously.
"Nah. The usual. Women and alcohol." he shrugged lazily before taking a large gulp of Firewhiskey. The bottle was starting to empty. Dammit, he thought grumpily. Actually, he did like his summer. He spent most of the time going to the Leaky Cauldron to hang out with friends of his, and flirt with lovely ladies, just like he's doing right now.

 

[Professor Tahiri]

Professor Maurice Sheridan

Maurice flicked his eyes to the caretaker, than over the Muggle Studies teacher, then finally back to Mira, the art teacher. "Expecting a lot of students this year? I heard from the Headmistress that not many studies enroll in my class. Hopefully I get enough to have engaging conversation."  

[Mellow Magpie]

☽Professor Rea Septima☾


Rea listened quietly as the other teachers talked amongst themselves. She wasn't one for conversation and at the moment was more interested in sorting than anything else. Well, in truth she was caught up in the memories that the sorting brought back to her.

It is so strange, she thought running a hand over her empty plate. I sat down at my table on my first night here and never once thought that I would be sitting up here. Not as an Arithmancy teacher anyway.

While she didn't mind Arithmancy, at times it left a bad taste her mouth. The thought that in the end her parents had won in a sense, they had their daughter studying Arithmancy again. The only comfort Rea could seek in the situation was that she had been able to speed most her time after school and while her parents were alive, studying anything, but Arithmancy. Yet, no one could challenge my understanding for the subject, she thought bitterly pausing her hand from circling her plate for the 5th time. In the end I am still quite bound by it...who better to teach it.


☽Arithmancy☾☽Ravenclaw☾

 

[Alex Teaflower]

He quickly sat down to his seat.
"My apologies for being late, a couple of the plants got into an argument and started ripping the fertilizer from each others pots." He cleared his throat. "Many apologies." He nodded his head and glanced over the table and then just stared at the new years who were shuffling to their seats.  

[hocusss]

WILLIAM STAYNE
CARETAKER

Stayne sniggered and arched an eyebrow as the Herbology teacher sat amongst the teacher.
"Here comes the madman with the green thumbs." he chuckled, smirking widely as he took the last gulp of Firewhiskey left in the bottle. He swore under his breath and grabbed another bottle of strong alcohol, sneering.

 

[MademoiselleHarmonie]

Professor Mira Sinlcair | Art & Muggle Art Teacher | Hufflepuff

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

Mira sighed, a strand piece of hair fell into her eyes as she shrugged. "I think I'll get a lot of students in Art, but not Muggle Art..." 'After all that's what happened at Beauxbatons...' she thought miserably. The Herbology professor took his seat and Mira twinkled her fingers in a wave, she rolled her eyes at Stayne, he reminded her of the customers at her family's old Inn. 'Is it just me or do drinkers have similar personalities?' she mused, taking a sip of her Gillywater, she let her gaze return to the Ancient Studies professor. Mira calmly said "Hopefully we'll both get engaging students. By the way do you like museums?"

 

[Alex Teaflower]

"My apologies Stayne. I forgot to give you your holiday present. I believe it would be tasty on your salads... A special type of bacteria... very pleasant taste... if you put it in with olive oil it would greatly increase both your chances of dying and the taste of your last meal. It contains a type of enzyme that produces an allergic reaction to any human being and causes hysteria and then you die shortly because of hallucinations. A really great show." He smiled. "I've seen it lots of times. And it's a lot of fun... a lot of fun." He nodded his head.

Professor Grey, Slytherin - Herbology teacher  

[hocusss]

WILLIAM STAYNE
CARETAKER

Stayne burst out laughing, driving some students' glances to his side.
"That's what you call a bloody menace? Even my grandmother could do better!" he chuckled, rubbing the tears of laughter cooling down his cheek. He took another gulp of Firewhiskey and hiccuped in silence.

 

[Vampire Toy]

((That's it, I'm making a character for Stayne to love XD ))  

[Vampire Toy]

{ Professor Icarus Skylar }
Quidditch Referee and Flying Instructor

Icarus glanced up from where he stood beside the hat, the parchment in his hands. He grimaced and watched the other professors speaking to each other. He turned to call out the next name. It seemed the list never ended.

He glanced back once more and caught a glimpse of Isis, making him stumble over a simple name.

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

 

[hocusss]

Florence rolled her eyes. She knew she was going to hate the Caretaker for the rest of the year, and obviously more. She sighed and stared at the ceiling.

 

[hocusss]

Vampire Toy

((That's it, I'm making a character for Stayne to love XD ))

Whyyyyy? He's fine flirting with chicks! xd  

[Alex Teaflower]

"Well... your grandmother's also a slut so I guess maybe you screwing her last night would stand to reason that you think she could do better." He gave a sweet smile. "I am quite glad that my family doesn't have any history of inbreeding, much unlike your disgusting breed." He chuckled. "Now... how about you just titter on back to your booze and grandma back in your hell cave and that's that."

Professor Grey, Slytherin - Herbology