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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Mar 29, 2010 12:29:39 GMT -5
Figuring out that it must have been the Charms teacher who had cast the spell... what was his name again? Oh, yes that's right, Williams, Roderich took a moment to locate the man and then leaned over to thank him for his thoughtfulness.
"Thank you for that charm, Williams. I think I may have gone a bit mad in a few moments more without it. Quite a beautiful spell, and the Bach was a nice addition to it. Do you happen to play any music yourself?"
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Post by Matthew Williams on Mar 29, 2010 12:33:43 GMT -5
Matt sighed and went back to making the lights dance and swirl, now forming them into shapes and then the shapes into fog like animals that danced and shimmered. A snake slithered through the air above the Slytherin table, A lion padded over the students in red, a Raven swooped over the heads of students and perch for a moment on Arthur's shoulder, and a slow lumbering Badger nuzzled the Various Hufflepuffs as they passed. "Al, Stuffiness does not equal right for the job." Matthew turned. "Ah glad you liked it Herr Edelstein. I meant for it to Calm others and I am glad it worked." he flicked his wand again and the music changed to Mozart. "Classical is always the way to go, it adds that extra touch of serenity and Yes I play the fiddle.. Violin." he blushed at his slip in terms. "Not very well mind you."
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Post by Roderich Edelstein on Mar 29, 2010 12:46:23 GMT -5
Roderich nodded in agreement.
"Yes, classical was most certainly the best choice, I agree. I'm glad to find someone else who understands the genre, it seems so few do anymore. And the, ah, violin you say? I would enjoy hearing you play it at some point."
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Post by Matthew Williams on Mar 29, 2010 12:50:55 GMT -5
Matt blushed and he seemed to stand out a little more. "I agree, so few appreciate the subtle beauty of a Waltz." he continues the light show though it seems to be wrapping up with the animals forming the seal above the tables. "I would be happy to once I get my room unpacked and my classes started. Perhaps the others have talents."
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 29, 2010 13:00:27 GMT -5
Al smiled dopey-ly at the dancing lights, then shifted his gaze to Matthew. The Canadian really did look gorgeous, bathed in the soft light and pink blush - Al quickly focused on his plate, mind screaming, 'BEST FRIEND, DON'T GO THERE.'
It's not like Mattie would be interested in romance, not after the disastrous relationship he had described to him earlier that week. This was a mess. After not seeing Mattie except for the rare visit, Al had been aching to see him, and now that they were teaching together....
It was ridiculous, there was no way he could have a crush on the little Hufflepuff he had helped teach how to fly in their first year.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 29, 2010 13:35:32 GMT -5
Poking at his food a few times as if testing it for remnants of diseases or some such left behind by Sparta, the Transfigurations Professor raised his gaze from the plate in front of him to those around him, glancing first at the four tables of students before turning attentions to the staff seated either side and smiling slightly; a genuine smile. It was nice to be back to a school year after the holidays, even though the prospect of having to control another few hundred kids was a little bit of a dampener. He supposed he'd get used to it. Maybe. He had to, actually, because of his insane decision to become a teacher.
Now, who to talk to? Gilbert was bored again, and wanted something to do that wouldn't get him in more trouble, so he turned to his right to talk to the person next to him; okay, maybe not, as they were already engaged in a rather heated conversation. He stood up a bit, leaning out across the table, and grinned as he noticed that Arthur was currently unoccupied save for his drinking of tea, and looking decidedly calmer than earlier. So he grinned a bit, and waved to attract the blond's attention.
"Hey Artie, how'd you like my entrance entertainment? It was awesome until Lacey messed it up, right? You loved it!"
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Post by Matthew Williams on Mar 29, 2010 13:40:14 GMT -5
Matt turned back to Al who had the strangest look on his face. "You okay Al?" he asked his closest friend. He eyed the goblet trying to remember if Wine went to Als head or not.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 29, 2010 13:42:59 GMT -5
Arthur closed his eyes as soon as he heard that godforbidden voice speak, holding his tea somewhere under his nose.
A few moments were spent, before finally, green eyes slid open and he tilted his head in the Transfiguration teacher's direction. He glared again.
".. You must be bloody joking."
Maybe not the worst sort of entrance he'd made over the course of him being enrolled as a teacher here, but it was still an inappropiate introduction to the opening feast none the less.
"Why the hell were you so late anyway, Beilschmidt?"
That was another thing he needed to lecture about. Jesus Christ..
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 29, 2010 13:45:21 GMT -5
Al nodded and sipped at his goblet. Unlike the other teachers, he had requested Rum and Coke for his drink, (he was one of the few who openly appreciated muggle soda, far as he knew). "Yeah, I'm good. Just admiring your light show."
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Ymant Stalte
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Līv?mō
the seventh year mudblood. ;D
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Mar 29, 2010 13:47:01 GMT -5
Oh, that was right, wasn't it? His mood sank considerably. All he could do was nod back when Professor Beilschmidt brought that up... Well... ...Maybe it didn't have to be, though. There was always the off chance he could maybe return some day and become a teacher--even though he abhored kids--or... Fail the year. Even though he was normally a good student... Academic probation wouldn't be very fun though, would it?
Disdainfully, he noticed that Raivis had returned to his side. Trying to snap out of his fantasy, blush dissipating from his face, the Livonian grabbed Raivis' shoulder. As the music started up, he had to hold in an urge to mutter along in song. Song was a vital part of Baltic blood, after all, but he managed to control himself. He leaned down toward the short Latvian boy, unamused look quickly back on his face.
"Are you done wrecking havoc now? Can we all go back to a nice dinner without your dirty rat on the table?"
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Post by Matthew Williams on Mar 29, 2010 13:47:24 GMT -5
Matt smiles "you really like it?" he finished the show by causing the lights to explode and rain down little silver bits of paper. That last trick was Transmogrification, a little harder.
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 29, 2010 13:57:19 GMT -5
"Of course not!" the albino replied cheerily, meeting that glower with a huge smile that was less arrogant and more...actually happy. Probably because he was getting a proper reply from the headmaster, and not a grunt, or a single word, or his clearly very awesome existence being ignored.
"It was pretty amazing; didn't you see the kids faces?! I bet you loved the nude part too."
He winked, enjoying teasing the other; the reactions he garnered from the blond were hilarious, often, and adorable, more. At the query, the albino tilted his head some, frowning slightly.
"Ah, I was...being awesome, of course! I found an injured unicorn in the grounds so I rushed to help it and stuff, because I'm that cool. It's all right now, though, I guess, since it was walkin' and stuff when it went back into the forest. That's why! And call me Gilbert already, stop being so uptight."
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Raivis Galante
Hufflepuff Student[/color]
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Post by Raivis Galante on Mar 29, 2010 14:05:42 GMT -5
Raivis glared. "Please, don't touch me." He said in an acidic tone, which soon dissipated back into his usual stutter. "A-a-anyway, Zhurkas is c-c-clean, cousin... very clean... c-cleans himself a-all the time..." He kept his head bowed, not daring to make eye contact.
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 29, 2010 14:06:43 GMT -5
Throughout all of this, Arthur just calmly took a sip of his tea, keeping his eyes remained closed as he listened to the albino roll off this.... tale.
His eyes slipped open again, before he turned to face him.
"... But last time I was aware, no one had set foot outside on the grounds today - our gamekeeper can assure me that. Just in case any students decided to elope off, of course."
Oh, was that a smirk right there?
".. No, Professor. You should be calling me by my appropiate title during schooltime and I see no reason to not follow the same example."
Honestly. How did he manage to hire absolute complete idiots?
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 29, 2010 14:11:38 GMT -5
Al nodded enthusiastically at Mattie's question. "It was really beautiful."
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Post by Matthew Williams on Mar 29, 2010 14:14:39 GMT -5
Matt smiled and leaned back. "Good. I am glad." he seems to fade out now, as if he were blending into the chair. "I think I would like some coke?" he mutters touching the goblet so the house elves knew. "Please?"
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Ymant Stalte
Prefect[/color]
Līv?mō
the seventh year mudblood. ;D
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Post by Ymant Stalte on Mar 29, 2010 14:19:07 GMT -5
"Don't touch you?" He narrowed his eyes, just for that, gripping the other's shoulder a bit tighter. "Clean? Right. In what universe? Just keep him off the table. Do you commonly let vermin crawl about on the table at home?" Letting go of him finally, he crossed his arms on the table infront of him, pushing the plate away slightly.
"I don't even know who thought you'd be suited to take care of anything. Even if it is just a rat."
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Mar 29, 2010 14:23:21 GMT -5
Gilbert paused there, quick mind working to come up with a response to that. "Well I was flying, of course! Went out the window and everything - I didn't need to set a foot on the lawn even while patching the unicorn up~," he stated, nodding and popping a herb-garnished potato into his mouth. "You'd know a lot about eloping, eh?"
There was a smirk on this face, for sure. It was playful now; he didn't mean any harm, although more often than not he ended up causing it.
"Oh, right, right, first names are for our private time together, aren't they~?" the albino snickered, lifting his goblet so as to sip at the wine swirling within it; mm, it was fine indeed, he had to admit. Although he still preferred beer. "Herr Kirkland, then."
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Post by Alfred F. Jones on Mar 29, 2010 14:23:25 GMT -5
Al frowns and touches Mattie's arm softly, "Hey, you're..." he waved vaguely up and down at the Canadian's figure. "Something wrong, or just random?"
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Raivis Galante
Hufflepuff Student[/color]
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Post by Raivis Galante on Mar 29, 2010 14:24:12 GMT -5
No kidding, those words really hurt. He felt the tears prick at his eyes again, and he took juddering breaths to attempt to calm himself. Why was his cousin like this?
Uh oh. The dark side took over again. It seemed if you poked it hard enough, it would rear its ugly head.
So, in a voice so quiet you could barely hear it, Raivis grit his teeth, and fired a glare at Ymant, looking up this time. "Why are you like this, Ymant?" He asked sweetly. "Is it because you're a half-blood and you're jealous of my brothers' bloodline?" He took a deep breath, having almost ranted that out. "C-c-cut it... ou-ou..." He looked scared then, the dark side liking to let go of its control over him at the most inopportune moments...
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