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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Mar 29, 2010 5:57:10 GMT -5
[Tsk tsk Gil! You’re making my brain work over time lol]
Gilbert’s rebattle fell on deaf ears as the Frenchman. Same was the fate to the so-called brilliant display of magick that the Prussian man displayed in front of the students. He chuckled though to have observed that the female eyes of the whole room roam over curiously to the man. Probably to the naked flesh supposedly displayed in front of them.
A treat that actually comes once in a blue moon.
His chuckle increased as heard the collective gasps of glee, which was quickly followed by aww’s of disappointment from the female population as it was revealed to be trick.
Tsk, tsk.
His mind’s eye could see the look of horror or probably annoyance on that specific Britton’s face at the whole fiasco. His inner self danced in sadistic glee to see Arthur squirming in his seat as the feast suddenly became a joke—or rather a teacher presentation. Then again, it surely beats the traditional speech, eat, speech and sleep repertoire Arthur had always given every year. Ahh… this is the life indeed.
And as always, Gilbert does not hold back in his antics again. If he keeps that up, his reputation in this school will be officially his. Francis will have to do something about that. The Frenchman rubbed his chin behind his glass of wine, thinking of something to get back at the platinum blonde. Then again, an idea hit him. A clever one that will certainly please the female population indeed.
His free hand reaching down to his pocket to retrieve his rosewood wand, Francis smirked as he flicked it underneath the table, causing the lower garments of Gilbert’s “robe” fall off, revealing his vital regions. If he was guessing thing right, the man must‘ve been wearing those chick patterned boxers, then again if the Prussian was wearing nothing underneath it would satisfy his curiosity that the man went commando all the time.
The collective female shrieks of surprise and glee and probably something more as they saw the sight that they wanted to see brought a smile to Francis’ face. Ahhhh…. The sound of victory, perhaps? The blonde tipped the nearly empty glass of wine to his lips, the scarlet liquid passing through his lips. The sharp taste of spicy cherries and grapes mingled and kicked his taste buds to life. Then again, he tasted better.
Francis looked over at the table, looking at the rest of the teachers with a curious eye.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 29, 2010 6:26:40 GMT -5
"F-Francis! Damn it!" The albino quickly yanked his lower garments back up to hide his scars away, frowning at the blond before flouncing up to his seat and flopping down in it, messing with his belt. He'd just given most of the school a rather quick flash of his favourite chick-pattered pants, and could hear a few students giggling. Stupid Frenchman...he'd get him back for it later.
Next year~ yes, that was true, indeed. "Aw, but you won't be here to see it next year!" Gilbert called in tone of mock-disappointment, adressing the now-betroot Slytherin boy nearby. He was used to people getting flustered around his awesomeness. "Last year and all that, ain't it? Kese~" He'd go on and elaborate about how he remembered Ymant when he was a First Year, so small and wide-eyed, but then he'd probably get yelled at for being loud and it was likely he'd be getting a lecture already from Arthur for his displays. So he kept quiet, and was about to start eating when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and belatedly noticed that one of his fellow teachers was stood next to him. Oh, he wasn't happy because he called him by that nickname...well, time to have some more fun! If Sparta hit him he'd be the one getting told off by the headmaster~
"Mm, Lacey, you're always so rough with me~♥! How'd you know that was my thing?" he murmured, flashing the larger man a deliciously sweet smile, although it was tainted with something altogether more sexual and devious. There was a hint of a glare in those bright eyes, however, which blatantly stated 'hurt me here and there'll be hell to pay, and not just from me'. Hopefully Sparta would get the hint; if he was still angry about it later, they could take it to the Forbidden Forest and fight without the eyes of the school upon them. "Was he your old boyfriend? Oh, come now, just because I call you by your private name like he did, you don't need to be this way...he'll take you back, I'm sure! You don't need me to take his place."
Oh, that tone, so syrupy and playful - he was playing a dangerous game, they both were, but Gilbert wasn't all that afraid. Sure, Lacedaemon was larger than him -- by quite a bit actually -- but they were in the Great Hall of all places, and though the Transfigurations Professor wasn't all that rational himself, he was sure Sparta had more sense than to start up a fight in front of the entire school and faculty.
"But if you want to 'teach me the consequences' that badly..." he purred upon noting that the other had yet to let go of him, "...we can wail 'til later, ja? I like a man who can dominate me. ♥" He ignored the threat completely, brushing it off as if it hadn't even reached his ears.
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Post by randumlee on Mar 29, 2010 6:42:21 GMT -5
Sparta knew the consequences, but like hell he was going to pay attention to what the rat that called himself a professor was warning him of. Holding a tighter grasp, the male pushed the albino down on the chair, making an attempt to immobilise him. “There won’t be anything of that sort, you little piece of gutter shi—”
When the albino mentioned lover, the Spartan turned a bright shade of red and forced him to grasp the other tightly. “Do NOT bring that subject up, you piece of shit.” Sparta stated, slamming the other to the back of the chair before swinging his other, fisted, hand and aiming at the albino’s face. He made sure that he wouldn’t miss the Albino, no matter what. So what if there was going to be hell to pay for him? It would just be like the old days, when he was once a student at the school.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 29, 2010 8:03:40 GMT -5
(SWEET, ;D My first almost-wall of text!)
Alfred was actually glad for the silencing charm on him. It just wouldn't do for the students to hear him whimpering rather pathetically. He looked plaintively between Kirkland and Mattie, refusing to turn around and potentially catching a glimpse of something he didn't want to see - at least not while he was wearing baggy jeans and underpants that really wouldn't hide the problems that would result.
And he was helpless. He wasn't going to move until Kirkland said he could. Despite his annual shout and tendency to get in trouble, Al really did respect the headmaster. His old-man attitude had some advantages, mostly resulting in his ability to gain some hint of respect without showing off or having a following of female admirers that bordered on obsessive and creepy.
Or boys, at that. Al shuddered. Being recognizable as a semi-famous pro Quiditch player had some advantages, but the fans weren't one of them. It was one of the reasons he never really understood Beilschmidt's love for prancing around naked or flirting with his students. Or was it flirting?
Al wondered sometimes, but right now he needed to focus on conveying that he was sorry, that he'd apologize formally and honestly when the silencing charm was lifted, and that he really, really, REALLY, just wanted to get back to his seat and hide from the boisterous semi-nudists behind him.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Mar 29, 2010 8:53:45 GMT -5
Matt through this sat quietly, smiling softly in a dreamy sort of way. This brought back memories indeed, he thought as he slowly ate his food. Of course he had been in the crowd, and the teachers had been something to be awed at rather than the people he now was expected to work with. He let his eyes roam over those who had come in. Francis, the flirtatious, good looking Frenchman with a knack for potions, Gilbert the loud, proud albino which reminded Matt strongly of Al, and the Lacedeamon, a Greek man who to be quiet honest intimidated Matt to no end. He glanced at Al and frowned at the lecture. He had only flown, perhaps he could help the American some way.
He wondered briefly if he should do something to distract the other and a single charm came to mind. Simple. elegant and not likely to cause much more commotion than the previous teachers. He stands and makes his way around the table with quiet ease, and positions himself in the back corner. For a moment he pauses wondering if this was a good idea but a glance at the be spelled Blond bowing his head made his mind up. With a mutter a Million tiny points of light became visible all over the hall, dancing and wavering. Music, a soft Bach, rose beneath the chatter and as one the tiny sparks began to dance and move.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 29, 2010 10:12:40 GMT -5
Okay, that was it.
Before the Spartan had any chance to cause damage to the albino, Prussia's chair would have been forced back by a Ventus charm, and Lacaedom would have been frozen for a couple of moments by a small murmer of a stunning spell.
Arthur stood up, and oh did he glare. He pointed his want at the Defense against the Dark Arts teacher, and scowled. He could feel all the students on the tables husher into silence, staring at this spectacle.
By the look on the Brit's face, he was livid.
"Not only do you not wear the only attire, but you full on out try to force violence on another member of staff in front of the whole SCHOOL?"
He stood out of his own chair, and took a few steps forward. His wand was still pointed.
"Now, Lacedaemon. I insist you leave this hall immediately, and prepare to report to me later on just why you've decided to demonstrate such an atrocious example. Go."
His wand was then switched to point at both the Transfiguration and Potions teacher. Arthur didn't like to plain snarl or get violent in front of students, especially in front of all of them, but most of the staff would be able to tell just how damn close to it.
This was a joke!
"And you two--"
He muttered, and folded his wand away.
"I'll be expecting to see you in my office later, too."
They did this /every/ year.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 29, 2010 10:40:19 GMT -5
Al's shoulders slumped. Well, he could either move back to his seat and finish eating, or do the politer option for once and his life and wait for Kirkland to dismiss him.... though considering all the distractions there really wasn't much chance of that.
not to mention Kirkland would be expecting him to sneak back to his seat. Wouldn't he be surprised at Al sitting there and being obedient for once?
He smiled a bit, then noticed the moving lights and music. His face went slack in surprise, then looked around for the charm master. He flashed a grin at the adorable Canadian and shook his head before mouthing, "Ask Kirkland if I can go back to eating."
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Post by Matthew Williams on Mar 29, 2010 10:51:41 GMT -5
Matt smiled and slipped up behind the Briton. "Professor Kirkland?" he asks quietly, trying to catch his attention while still controlling the dancing lights, which wavered in patterns and gave butterfly kisses to the 1st years or sat on some of the older students heads. So much hassle must have aggravated the students, why no give them some soothing gestures. Each light was made of pure calm.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 29, 2010 11:14:06 GMT -5
Now, Arthur was sure he heard something for a moment. He glanced around suspiciously, but otherwise just settled back into his seat, running a hand through his hair.
He swore one day that this school would be the end of him...
It was only as he looked up to the lights dancing and gracefully enticing the students, did he figure that was just a little odd for someone who wasn't capable of skill to do that--
He jumped as he looked behind him, spluttering as he stood up suddenly.
"A-Ah Jo-- No, sorry, Williams." He remarked, sighing for a moment. ".. What is i...?"
It didn't take him long to figure out however, only having to glance behind the Canadian himself.
"... Oh. Oh, of course." He muttered, flicking out his wand and undoing the silencing charm. "Just make sure he doesn't speak louder than a few decibels again."
Why he was telling Matthew to do this, even he wasn't sure. But half the time, he seemed to be the only one Alfred would listen to sometimes.
Without even bothering to say much else, Arthur seated himself again and just stared into his Goblet of wine.
He'd really prefer a cup of tea..
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Post by Matthew Williams on Mar 29, 2010 11:23:23 GMT -5
Matt smiled and nodded. "As you wish Headmaster" He said and moved over to Al. "You heard him Al." he said, his wand continuing to twitch as the lights continued to dance. It was nice to exercise his skills sometimes. "Also Headmaster Kirkland you forgot to introduce me." He noticed the staring. "Is something wrong?"
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 29, 2010 11:33:28 GMT -5
Al blinked and frowned. "He did, didn't he? I never really understood how people could forget such a charming charms professor."
He slung his arm around Mattie's shoulders. "I think he wants his British Tea. I'm sure the house elves would be happy to exchange that wine for it." He turned Mattie back towards their seats so he could get back to joking and eating with the Canadian.
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Post by Matthew Williams on Mar 29, 2010 11:35:08 GMT -5
Matt grumbled and blushed. "Your puns are horrible Alfred." he said settling into his seat.
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 29, 2010 11:36:38 GMT -5
Al blinked. "Puns? What puns? I was serious."
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 29, 2010 11:53:51 GMT -5
Arthur stood up, and his eyebrow twitched.
"In case you hadn't noticed, not all the staff had arrived. I'd rather wait till the end of the feast to announce the new staff, so the students can get to see them first before introductions are made. I'd rather you not question my decisions in future, thank you."
He muttered and turned back around, tapping his fingers a little against the table.
Before he looked off to the side quickly, his wand tapped at the side of the goblet and he smiled.
He picked it up, and took a sip of the tea.
Much, much better.
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Mar 29, 2010 11:56:31 GMT -5
When Francis had thrown open the doors and strutted in, Roderich had tried to ignore it the way he had with Jones. The overly flirtatious man always showed up late so at least his actions weren't terribly out of the ordinary.
When the next to walk through the doors happened to be a large, red eyed lion though, Roderich's fork fell from his hand, hitting his plate with a sharp metallic clang. He blinked a few times, hoping that the beast would turn out to simply be an illusion and not who he thought it was, but the lion was still there when he opened his eyes.
Roderich let out an exasperated groan. The nerve of that man! Being away from Hogwarts for the summer he had forgotten just how inappropriate and utterly frustrating the man could be! What in the world had driven him to become a professor when his behavior still seemed that of a student, Roderich would never know.
He would not have thought that this meal could possibly become any more unprofessional after this. That is, until Professor Sparta walked in shirtless. Roderich's mouth fell open in shock at the gall of the man. He glanced over at the Headmaster and saw similar emotions to what he himself was feeling play across the man's face. He watched the scene play out in front of him and when Beilschmidt changed back into himself, only with much less clothing than usual, a bright red blush spread quickly over his cheeks and he let his head just fall into his hands at the squeals of the Hall's female population.
"Maybe I should have taken that offer to join the orchestra..." he muttered quietly. "I think I'd be much less likely to lose my sanity there."
The sounds of a confrontation stirring up between Beilschmidt and Sparta hit his ears and he could feel the beginnings of a headache forming. He was about to go mad and just stand up and walk out, claiming illness, when the sweet sounds of Bach met his ears. He risked removing his face from his hands to look for the origin of the song and his eyes fell upon the glimmering lights now dancing calmly throughout the hall. The beauty of the soothing music combined with the softly glowing lights calmed Roderich down. After taking a deep breath he closed his eyes and let the music wash over him, blocking out the rest of the chaos in the room.
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Raivis Galante
Hufflepuff Student[/color]
Latvijas Republika
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Post by Raivis Galante on Mar 29, 2010 12:03:22 GMT -5
Deep breaths... deep...
Raivis coughed and in almost an instant, his shaking fit seemed to be over.
However, his dark-side had decided to cure it.
He shrugged his shoulder out of Tino's kind grasp, getting up, roughly grabbing Zhurkas as he skulked over to take his seat back next to his Livonian cousin.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 29, 2010 12:03:39 GMT -5
((ooc: this could possibly be a terrible post, but I wanted to post again before I collapsed. Not enough sleep last night after staying up too long = collapsing far too early. Might be able to make a few more though, idk. ;w;))
Gilbert was mid-way through uttering the hushed incantation of a spell -- he couldn't reach his wand in time so of course casting without would do instead, and that was all right since he could do such things -- when his chair was pushed back away from Sparta without either of their help, and the albino looked round. "Hm..?"
Ooooh boy, did Arthur look mad, but for the time being that anger wasn't directed at him so he simply smirked, leaning back in his chair and watching his fellow Professor being humiliated in front of the students by the headmaster. It was made all the more entertaining when he remembered that the man had once been a Gryffindor, and despite how the atmosphere was supposed to be less tense between houses these days, it was still amusing for the Slytherin.
"Mmn, thank you, baby ♥," he murmured to Arthur once he'd finished telling Sparta to leave, smiling almost teasingly at him as he pulled his chair back to the table - he was thankful, and he was smart enough not to do too much more now -- especially as that wand turned upon he and Francis -- but still couldn't resist the urge to play a bit more.
Still, that tone of voice had the albino shutting up, as even he could tell that that meant absolutely no more tricks. At all. He simply nodded his head, and turned his attentions to the little lights floating about him. They were nice, and he could appreciate the magic itself, but the fact that they were bright enough to blind him was a little irritating. With a flick of his hand, the little bulbs of magic dancing about his immediate area became encased in thick shadows, dulling their brightness as lessening the strain on his eyes. That was much better..
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Post by Matthew Williams on Mar 29, 2010 12:05:48 GMT -5
Matt grinned sheepishly at Arthur. "I am sorry I did not mean to be rude." he said as he leaned over his plat to look at the man. "He never changes." he muttered to Al. "Was he always this stuffy as a Prefect?"
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 29, 2010 12:18:29 GMT -5
Al rolled his eyes. "Duh, how do you think he managed to get the job? He's the youngest head master in history." He wasn't sure if that was true, but it wouldn't surprise him in the least.
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Vash Zwingli
Hufflepuff Student[/color]
Swiss Confederation
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Post by Vash Zwingli on Mar 29, 2010 12:25:21 GMT -5
In Vash's years at Hogwarts, he had mastered on particular skill...and that was ignoring. Hogwarts not only had a reputation for being one of the best wizarding schools in the world...but it had a reputation for having batshit crazy professors. Though nearby first years held their mouths open in awe and excitement, Vash couldn't help but roll his eyes. Idiots...that only encouraged them.
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