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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 20, 2010 21:02:25 GMT -5
[ooc: Closed to Feliks]
Francis Bonnefoy was like everyother teacher. He was, like them, busy with the ever growing pile of paperwork of assignments, quizzes, tests and such and it doesn't seem to stop unless he is that wise enough to busy himself with it. Pursuing his lips, the Frenchman tucked a stray strand of hair to the back of his ear, the growing strain on his eyes not helping with the headache he was starting to have. In all honesty, he feels that his head was being squeezed by a giant metal clamp and it was rather annoying.
Shaking his head, Francis tried to fight it off. He had better things to do rather than worry about some common headache. It was natural for teachers to have this and he should be used to it by now. Running a quill over his student record, the man pressed on with grading the papers in front of him, his azure eyes running through the dark ink with precision.
Leaning back after a few minutes, he stretched a bit to let is eyes and mind wander for a while. Lazily, he found himself staring at a pile at the edge of his desk. It was comparably small than the rest and it finally brought him to the realization of his position as Head of Ravenclaw.
The Head of Ravenclaw.
Never in his whole life he expected to become Head of the house he used to goof off in. His record as a troublemaker and an excellent student would always wage war with each other. Leaning over to the pile, he took the parchement that comprised it and browsed though it. It was not much, a few reports about being late and such. Basing on this, there wasn't much Ravenclaw troublemakers but as he looked on, he noticed a different sheet and pulled it out. Setting the rest back down, Francis read the peculiar sheet and realized it was a request letter from the Flying teacher, Alfred.
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Post by Feliks £ukasiewicz on Apr 20, 2010 21:26:15 GMT -5
The petite blonde rushed quickly through the long corridors, the potraits gawking and gossiping with each other, trying to figure out if he was a girl... or a boy.
It got really annoying, the constant whispers of the paintings. They didn't think that he could hear them, that they were anything other than subtle and stealthy. But they were, in truth, not-- he knew damn well what was going through their minds as they watched his shortened uniform skirt swish around his thighs.
You'd think they'd never seen a boy in a skirt before.
He ran a bit faster, frightened that he would get in trouble if he took too long. This was the second time that he had been called by a teacher, and he wasn't quite certain exactly what the man wanted. It wasn't just the flying teacher, who Feliks had gotten along with since the very beginning... this time was his Head of House.
When he finally reached the man's office, he took a second to catch his breath before knocking on the door. He had never been called here before... not once.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 21, 2010 0:45:55 GMT -5
Azure eyes skimmed down the parachment paper, taking time to understand the untidy scrawl of the American flying teacher. In all honesty, Alfred's handwritting could be compared to trampled feces on a dry asphalt on a hot summer day under the Frenchman's eyes. Shaking his head he clicked his tongue. Oh well, at least he understood the gist of this letter.
As the knock on the door was heard, the Frenchman looked up and responded with a, "Come in". He was expecting that to happen.
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Post by Feliks £ukasiewicz on Apr 21, 2010 8:11:06 GMT -5
Feliks slowly pushed open the door, peeking inside the office nervously. "You wanted to see me, Professor?" He asked curiously, entering the rest of the way.He closed the door behind him, then stood there, waiting for his Head of House to answer him.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 21, 2010 19:19:49 GMT -5
"Ahh yes Feliks. Sit down please...." the Frenchman replied with a warm smile on his face, gesturing towards the chair infront of his desk. "Ah pardon the mess. I'm rather swamped a bit." he chuckled, taking a stack of papers the covered his desk and placing them on a table not far from his own desk.
Glancing back at his student, Francis motioned him once again to sit and so did he, in his own armchair. There was a thought that crossed his mind and it was rather unethical as teacher to think about that. He took note to transfer that memory to his Pensive or he'll have bad[/] dreams later when he goes to bed.
Picking up the letter from the Flying teacher he had held earlier, the Frenchman peered through his reading glasses to Feliks as he sat down. He waited until the Polish girl---I mean boy, was comfortable enough in the chair before he spoke, "So I've recieved a notice that you're assisting Profesor Jones? Am I correct?" It felt quite weird for Francis to call Alfred "Professor" or maybe t was the fact that he was not used to refering Alfred like that.
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Post by Feliks £ukasiewicz on Apr 21, 2010 19:27:43 GMT -5
Feliks crossed the room and sat himself down in the chair his Head had gestured to, crossing his long, slender legs as he fixed his skirt. Maybe he had modified it a tad bit TOO short?
He clasped his hands in his lap and looked up at the professor. "Yes, that's right!" He answered cheerfully. "I have always been one of his best students, he thought I would ba a great help to him in teaching the first years."
He glanced around, surveying the office-- he hadn't really been in here too much. The only thing he ever got in trouble for was wearing the female uniform, and after five years, the staff had just kinda... given up on him.
"Is that, like, a problem?" He asked, his expression guarded. He didn't want to be in trouble for accepting his teacher's request.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 21, 2010 20:15:20 GMT -5
Francis shook his head and replied calmly with a, "Non. Non. I just called you here to make sure if this letter from Professor Jones is real or not.", resisting the urge to just stop and stare at the flesh revealed to him. Good heavens, lusting after a student? He was asking for trouble and a calling from the Headmaster himself.
Then again, as he thought of that idea, maybe that wasn't bad.
He paused at that thought and mentally struck himself with a Stunning Spel. What in the world was he thinking?! Using a student to capture the Kirkland's undivided attention? That's a low blow Bonnefoy, a low blow indeed.
Coughing at the awkward pause, he continued, "Also, I also want to make sure if you're current schedule will not clash with any of your subjects. I will not tolerate any student under this House to play hookie just because he needs to assist a teacher in a class."
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Post by Feliks £ukasiewicz on Apr 21, 2010 20:21:27 GMT -5
Feliks squirmed a bit uncomfortably... He did have a BIT of an overlap with potions class... and since the potions master was...
"W-well, he, like, totally needs my help? So I think any overlaps should be excused!" The blonde looked his teacher straight in the eye, fingers fumbling nervously with the hem of his skirt. "Um... if I have to do some sort of special private lessons or something, I will.... but I really, REALLY want to be allowed to assist him!" He was getting a tad bit over-excited. "Flying is my passion, there's nothing I want to do more, PLEASE... maybe we can work something out?"
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 21, 2010 20:33:13 GMT -5
Francis eyed the blonde male in front of him with a stern look, "Hm... Let me check our schedule first." Unfortunately for Feliks, Francis made a point to have a copy of his students' schedules for reference in case overlaps such as this happens.
Leaning down his desk to the drawers underneath it. He pulled a knob on a drawer labeled SCHEDULES and shuffled for a specific file. He was rather suspicious on how Feliks reacted on his statement of him not tolerating any hookie-playing student. Shaking his head, he grabbed a file folder for this year's 5th years and sat back up.
"£ukasiewicz...£ukasiewicz... ah here..." he muttered as he pulled out a a piece of length-wise cut parchment paper.
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Post by Feliks £ukasiewicz on Apr 21, 2010 20:38:57 GMT -5
Feliks bit his lip, looking up at the teacher nervously. "Um... yeah... It...kinda sorta overlaps with potions class..." He laughed sheepishly. "Fancy that, huh? What are the chances?"
He knew that Professor Bonnefoy was most likely not going to let him skip potions for flying lessons... but he really, really wanted to fly... He hated being grounded.
"But I swear to god, I can handle both if we can come to a compromise..."
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 21, 2010 20:57:39 GMT -5
Browsing through the schedule and back to the Polish boy, the Frenchman pursed his lips at the statement. "I'm sure you know well that I will not allow you to skip any of my lessons..." he paused for a while and placed down the schedule on his desk. "However, I can give remedial lessons for the likes of you."
Francis extremely has a soft spot for his dear students in his own House and it was starting to show apparently. "I'll let you help Alfred but I expect you to come to my remedials after dinner. Same classroom, understood?"
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Post by Feliks £ukasiewicz on Apr 21, 2010 21:06:33 GMT -5
"YES! Thank you soooooo much, this means so much to me!" He giggled gleefully, a blush of happiness and relief spreading across his young face. "I swear, I'll do anything to make sure I pass your class... I don't want to let my Head of House down!" Feliks smiled thankfully up at him.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 21, 2010 21:12:19 GMT -5
Francis lets out a small breath of amusement as he watched his pupil react in joy. What makes Francis happy also is seeing his students happy in their own ways. He paused a bit and cleared his throat, "A-also... that skirt... err... is too short..."
He did not just say that.
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Post by Feliks £ukasiewicz on Apr 21, 2010 21:27:17 GMT -5
Feliks paused, then pursed his lips. "I've been wearing this skirt for five years now... well, not this skirt,but one just as short! And I'm not changing it now!" He stood up and crossed his arms, not noticing as his skirt caught momentarily on the arm of his chair. "I like the way it looks, and I don't care what anyone else things. They can totally go fuck something--"
His voice trailed off and he clamped his hand over his mouth, green eyes widening. Did he just say that?!
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 21, 2010 21:30:37 GMT -5
Francis stared in an amused manner at his student more so on the piece of bared flesh right in front of him. Bit by bit Francis could feel his control slipping away slowly. Dammit!
"Oh...?" he replied, trying to keep his cool
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Post by Feliks £ukasiewicz on Apr 23, 2010 8:10:36 GMT -5
"I... I totally didn't mean that..." Feliks backed up, then tripped over his bag and went sprawling back into the chair, sending the entire seat itself tipping over backwards. With a cry of surprise, he managed to shield himself from getting hurt too badly...though now his skirt had flipped up so that it was practically covering his face.
"Oh oh oh oh oh!" He squealed, trying to fix his skirt and roll out of the strange position the falling had forced him into.
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 23, 2010 10:07:09 GMT -5
The whole scene made Francis both stare hard at the crossdessing student and hard underneath his trouser. Mon dieu, what was happening to him?! He could feel every once of his control slip away faster than the boiling point of water and it was extremely getting awkward.
"A-are you alright?" he asked as he leaned over to his desk to check, partly is his student was alright and partly to check if he was wearing panties or briefs.
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Post by Feliks £ukasiewicz on Apr 23, 2010 23:19:32 GMT -5
Feliks tried to right himself, but was having trouble due the awkward position he was stuck in. He was bright red-- he was certain the his Professor was getting a VERY good look at his pink panties, and was horrified at the very thought of what he would say to him.
He'd probably make him change, or mock him, or become very rude and cold...
And he STILL couldn't get up!
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Post by Francis Bonnefoy on Apr 23, 2010 23:38:57 GMT -5
'Oooh... pink panties. Silk. Small bow in front. How feminine~' Francis found himself thinking as he partly stared at his student in worry and amusement. How unprofessional of him, indeed. Shaking his head, the stray golden locks of his head following the movement, he walked around his desk and leaned down to help his student up. While doing so, he also dusted off the grime that had lodged itself on the Pole's clothes, although he was a bit carefully when he was dusting off Felik's skirt.
As much as he was a pervert, he will not go far by taking advatage of a student.
"Please be careful next time. I don't like seeing my students getting hurt in any way." he informed Feliks as he straightened up. The tone in his voice was quite different than the usual commanding tone he used earlier or when during classes.
No.
This time his tone was more of the older brother-like one. Deep inside, Francis wanted the students of his House to see him more of a teacher when in times like this. He wanted to be seen as an older brother that they can reply on.
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Post by Feliks £ukasiewicz on Apr 24, 2010 0:12:32 GMT -5
Feliks' pale cheeks burned with humiliation, chewing nervously on his lower lip as he looked up at his Head of House. A slight bit of pink flesh peeked through a slit in his skirt... it had ripped right up the side of his thigh during the fall, as it had still been connected to the arm of the chair until it had flown up to hide his flushed face.
"U-uh... I'm not hurt, or anything..." He said shyly, squirming as he tried to hide his bared skin-- he was all to aware of the rip, and really just wanted to duck out of the room and change into a new skirt.
It really didn't make MUCH of a difference... his skirt was very short, after all.
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