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Post by Professor Caelia Winters on Aug 23, 2007 19:37:45 GMT -5
Caelia Winters reached for one of the books she’d put on the upper shelves of her office for some weird reason and pulled it down. The arms of her robes had fallen away from her wrists revealing the stark tattoo on her forearm. It had been ten years since the tattoo had burned in a way that reminded her that Dark Lord was just around the corner. Now, after all this time, she missed that pain.
Fixing the robes back, hiding the tattoo with a tight shirt beneath her robes, Caelia set about getting ready, still thinking about that night, decades ago.
A ringing chime echoed through the school and Caelia snapped out of her reverie. Now, she was a teacher at the very school she had attended as a teenager. As a Slytherin, few who knew her were surprised when she fell in line with the Death Eaters just as the Dark Lord became powerful. Thankfully, her self preservation was stronger than her need for acceptance by evil and at twenty, her Lord Master had fallen and she’d managed to hide from those who wished, to kill every last one of us.
Voices echoed through the closed door of her office as students filed into her classroom. She leant back against her desk, listening to the voices of her class. There were quiet conversations and even some snarky comments, oh Slytherin how I’ve missed you. Putting a smirk on her face, she made sure her wand was easy to get to and moved into the classroom.
A few eyes turned to her as she set her books down at the corner of her desk and waited. The conversations continued and she simply waited. Who was she to interrupt their conversations. She was here to teach. If they didn’t want to learn, she didn’t care.
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Post by Trillian Astra on Aug 23, 2007 22:19:13 GMT -5
Trillian was the quieter of the students to enter. She glanced at the tutor and sensed something 'not right' about her. She sighed and settled to class, she'd ignore the feeling, her mother would deal with it if it was that bad.
She settled slowly, quietly reading her other work for classes. She wanted to do well.
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Post by Professor Caelia Winters on Aug 24, 2007 6:26:52 GMT -5
The quietest student, a young Hufflepuff, sat at her desk without a word to anyone. Caelia raised an eyebrow. There was something familiar about her but she just couldn't put a place on what it was. The girl looked back at her with wide eyes before turning away and pulling out a book.
A quick look at the book's cover revealed it wasn't for Transfiguration. She'd be offended if she was in the mood. Instead, she spoke up loud enough for the girl to hear.
"You there," the youngster looked up, "Hufflepuff? What's your name Sweetheart?" Caelia liked pet names. They generally annoyed the people she was talking to which made her extremely happy.
All in all, the question was basically just something for conversation. She could have looked up her name on the class list, where's the fun in that?
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Post by Trillian Astra on Aug 24, 2007 9:04:42 GMT -5
"Astra, Trillian Astra." Trillian replied with no sign of anger or resentment. She rarely cared what people called her, besides, her own mother had called her sweetheart a lot. She wasn't too worried. She had glanced up from her book, then back down, making a quick note in the margin. 'Don't forget the quills'
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Post by Professor Caelia Winters on Aug 24, 2007 20:58:00 GMT -5
"Astra, Trillian Astra." She nodded in understanding. Professor Astra's girl, Caelia knew that the Hufflepuff would be in the class and now she knew who it was. Note to self, be nice to the kid. She just hoped she remembered that little note.
A tall Slytherin with knowing eyes looked up from the back of the room and Caelia recognised those eyes. The Hamilton girl smiled brightly and stood, saying something under her breath to another Slytherin before making her way to the front of the room. Reaching out her hand, Caelia shook hands with Aja and the two spoke low.
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Post by ileeyah on Aug 24, 2007 21:13:36 GMT -5
The classroom itself was bright and cheery, much like the Professor. Few get to see that side though, along with the thought Aja’s eyes rested on the young woman leaning against her desk. Of all the Professors in the school, Aja wouldn’t doubt that this would be the only one she’d like at all. It didn’t hurt that they’d known each other for many years before hand.
“Professor, how are you?” Aja shook hands with her and stood in a way that didn’t block her view of the room.
“I’m good Aja…” there was a pause and Aja knew they were both thinking the same thing. “How is your…?”
“Actaeon?” With a smirk, she raised her eyebrows. At one point many years previous, Caelia was in line to be her sister-in-law. Her brother and the Professor hadn’t spoken in years though. “He’s good. I got a letter from him early last week. You should send him an owl you know.”
Another few students hurried into the room and Aja started back toward her desk, leaving the Professor to think about it.
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Post by tribegirl06 on Aug 29, 2007 17:16:51 GMT -5
Angela walks into the classroom. She takes a set somewhere in the middle. She pulls out her text book for the class and puts her bookbag at her feet. She waited for the class to start.
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