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Post by Aza'zel Makara on Jul 12, 2014 23:03:16 GMT
At this point GGK actually does avert his gaze from that strangely appealing new professor and turns to laugh thunderously at Freyir's pain. Pierre jumps back onto the table and trots over to GGK, bleating for head pats.
"He was just doing what he was told motherfucker." the giant says as he pats his goat on the head. He looks over at the 3 other professors and then looks down at Pierre scowling, with a low growl like noise he brushes Pierre aside. "MAYBE IF YOU LEARNED WHEN TO KEEP YOUR FUCKING MOUTH SHUT SOMETIMES." he rises from his seat and glares at Freyir, gnashing his strangely more grotesque than usual teeth as he towers over him and Astris. All the worry the new professor is causing him coupled with the near constant torment of having to even be in Freyir's loathsome presence has really set GGK more on edge than he usually is.
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Post by Dave Strider on Jul 15, 2014 0:37:52 GMT
Dave glanced over at his uncle as he walked in. D was a pretty damn chill guy, who had what Dave considered to be everything. He succeeded in all of Dave’s interests, and received a lot of fame, money, and respect from his endeavors. Plus, look at that snazzy –ass suit. He be deckin’ the Great Halls with bros of irony. Or is he now donning his gay apparel.. Huh. Dave would have to think about that.
Either way, D was undeniably cool on at least some level. There was this twisted form of respect that Dave always held for D, with how they were both into the same things and had an extremely similar disposition. Though, when Dave thought about it for too long, that sense of respect turned into a heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach. These feelings that Dave held so gently for D, that he would never let go of but still held with such a timid grip, would not turn into envy, but his own self-loathing. D and Dave were so alike, yet D was able to perform with ease and perfection in everything he did. Not like Dave, never like Dave. Or so he thinks.
His relationship with his uncle was similar to trying to make a tight fist when one’s hand is asleep. As much effort can be put into it as possible, but it never completely tenses. That strong tightening sensation cannot be achieved, there’s no satisfaction from trying, only a numbed pain from a trivial attempt is earned. Like not being able to compare to someone just like him- what’s the point.
His train of thought was derailed when he heard John call his name and run over.
“Meh, there was a group of premature bitches in there somewhere, but it’s alright, I’ll get ‘em back when their balls eventually drop. Not very cool of me to hit a gang of fetuses, as obfuckinoxious as they are.” Dave looked over at Jeffery then back to John. “And man you know I’d watch my own ass if I could, who would want to miss out on that show? It’s like, Broadway presents the Wizard of Azz. And the headliner would totally be ‘There’s no place like homo’.”
Dave nodded in the direction of the Gryffindor table and started to walk back that way. “And, you know, some weirdass kid with glasses and teeth that come out to say ‘hello sir, please insert your nuts into my mouth and I will crack them for you’ gave them to me. Or, something like that. Either way it still probably involves him wanting to roast some chestnuts on an open fire if you know what I’m sayin’.” Why is he talking about Christmas so much? He knew he shouldn’t have watched the Christmas episode of Supernatural again. But it’s just so good. Put some shades on Sam and Dean and that could be Dirk and him- Saiyan people, Strifing things, the Family Business- oh fuck John is still waiting. “I met him online; did you know that he coincidentally goes to Hogwarts too? What a small world we live in. The dude is pretty small too, seriously he is like.. Hang on I need to think about this.” Dave stopped and rested his elbow on John’s head, “Huh.. You know, can’t really say. Got any suggestions down there? And the shades are for the irony, John. Keep up now, this always seems go to over your head. Or you know, like, on it.” Dave wiggled his elbow on top of his best friend’s head for emphasis.
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Post by John Egbert on Jul 15, 2014 1:46:07 GMT
He saw that glance. Well, sort of. It took awhile, but John learned the ways of Strider facial expressions. He looks over to the first year, quirking a brow. Huh. He better watch out for him, cause that first year is giving Dave that look. He better get his request book ready tomorrow. What is Dave even talking about? All John caught was ass and homo. He probably shouldn't mention that. Lord knows that Dave would go on about some other stupid thing revolving around something like homo ass or...who even knows. Probably not even Dave, let's face it.
"Dave, I think you should wait for your own balls to drop first before you go after them. And what's with you and stupid metaphors?" He chuckles as Dave answers the pretty rhetorical question. Obviously John gave them to Dave a few years back. It's funny. They used to be online friends, and they still are for the most part, but they met before Hogwarts. It's actually a pretty funny story! Anyways, he listens to what Dave says and it's pretty funny at first until Dave mentions nuts??? John's face tints red and his eyes widen. Woah woah wait. What about nuts in John's-- Oh. Oh okay. Yeah. He knew that. Totally. Yup.
"Dave... you. You are the worst when it comes to descriptions. Never talk about my teeth like that again, oh my God." Shaking his head, John rolls his eyes at Dave. "Super small world. Now get your elbow offf my head, numbnuts! I'm not that short! I'm just a late bloomer, so fuck you!" He laughs and pushes Dave's arm away, looking up at him with mock sadness. "Wait... you just wear them for ironic purposes...? So you don't really like them? I knew it... You really do not like my gifts!" He starts up the watering eyes crap, trying to not laugh. He loves giving Dave a hard time. Honestly? He isn't too sure why. He just really loves bugging Dave. Back to doing that. He looks away and wipes at his eyes, sniffing. He's glad he payed attention to the acting in his movies. He learned some preeeeeeetty helpful stuff! You know. For tricking people. And Dave usually falls for the tricks really easily!
As he turns away, John sees the Charms teacher, D. He knows that D is Dave's uncle and super popular with the girls, but that's it. John really doesn't like him. He didn't do anything to John, but it's more the fact that he knows how D makes Dave feel. Dave may have never said anything, but like he said before. After a few years, he learned the facial movements and meanings of Dave. He knows Dave always feels disappointed or... or something whenever he sees D. It makes John so... well, sad. He'll never say it to Dave, but he seriously admires the guy. Sure, he may not be all that cool (okay, maybe he's a little cool) but, John loves him you know?
Woah. Wait. Not love love. A normal friendship love, you know? Sure, there was that crush back in their second year, but it ended last year! Sure, there were some embarrassing and awkward moments on John's part, but that's sorta why he stopped liking Dave like that. Plus, what if Dave had found out? He'd probably stop being John's friend and John doesn't know if he would be able to take that. He kinda cares about his friends with all his mind and soul and all that other stupid stuff that's sorta necessary. Then again. People lose their minds so... huh. What was John thinking about again? Well, it doesn't matter. "Oh! There's some empty spots over there. Wanna go sit? I'm starving!"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 15, 2014 8:48:11 GMT
Makeda, as per usual, found herself preoccupied listening to the other teacher’s chatter because let’s face it, she’s a little nosy. Unfortunately this bad habit of hers has landed her in many a pickle when she was younger and to be very frank one would think she’d learn to stay out of other people’s business or at the very least become more subtle about it but to this narrator’s dismay, she is neither of these. As she was eavesdropping Makeda had picked up on some of the conversations on the other side of the table (which is what you would expect if you were eavesdropping correctly but you never know with these younguns nowadays, eavesdropping incorrectly)she hears that most of the conversations are about her and this caused her face to redden.
Makeda shakes her head and turns her attention back to the conversation she’s currently having with Selena. No use pondering over silly thoughts, I mean after all she's just a normal wizard, no real social standing in the wizarding world and much less one from a prestigious family. Why would they be talking about her? It must be because her application came in late, they might not have had enough time to run a full background check on her employment history.
Yes, yes that must be why. Of course that's why! Wow, wait, what was she prattling on about again? Oh right, right her little chat. “Yeah it is all a bit new to me, being a teacher and all. And you’d really do that? Fur me? Why that’s pawsitively kind of you Miss Serket.” Makeda replied, giggling at the little cat puns she sneaked in. She was glad to have made a new friend, although made oddly quickly.
If we were to have a stage, that’s when Mister D Strider would waltz in center, dazzling his audience of underage girls with his good looks and charm. Not that she'd blame them, he's relatively handsome, tall and...youthful? Y'know it's always hard to tell with wizards, the lot of them always look good for their age, so really who knows what makes a wizard truly 'youthful' or not.
His introduction reminded her that of a movie star on a red carpet, didn't help that he looked the part too, minus the robes. With a smile Makeda took his hand with in her own and gave it a soft yet firm shake. "The charms professor, huh? It fits you well, Mister Strider. It's nice to meet you and yes, I'm the new Art teacher. To be frank with you I'm a little--" Cue loud outburst by GGK practically startling the soul out of Makeda."...nervous to get started... I hate to seem like such a fledgling, but is it normal for the faculty to be fighting in front of the children like this? Should we..I dunno, do something about it? I'm just saying since because this kind of thing never happened when I used to be enrolled here. They'd always save for when we were too busy with eating food or for behind closed door."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2014 3:56:21 GMT
Calmly, Astris sighs and picks up one of his books, leafing through it idly as Freyir and Aza'zel exchange words, only looking up again when Freyir outright shrieks. He narrows his eyes at the tiny goat and carefully hides his own hands beneath the table, book still in tow, going back to reading until Aza'zel stands, when he then quickly stands as well, book placed quickly and neatly back in the stack, sticking out a long arm to each of them and pushing lightly, trying to create distance.
"Will you two not do this for at least one year?! Come now, what would Thaddeus think? Do you two really want to miss the feast for the third year running?" There's only a slight edge to his voice, but it's steely and he glances from one man to the other, the out at the students, "Why don't you two try to set a good example for the students for once?"
When they inevitably keep bickering, he simply sighs and resigns himself to another opening feast with the two squabbling like small children, acting younger than the first years. He sits back down, scans the crowd for his nephews, then goes back to reading his book: a study on the relationship between different methods of predictive magic. The sequel also sits in his pile. He sighs again and also resigns himself to another year of this, hoping the headmaster will arrive soon.
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Post by Dave Strider on Jul 16, 2014 8:45:30 GMT
Dave watched John as he started tearing up. He had always figured that Egbert faked them, but with growing up with three brothers who never cried, Dave probably isn’t the best to interpret such an occurrence.
“John, woah, hey… Stop, don’t… Uh… You’re not…?” Shit. What if John’s just actually being really emotional for some reason? He’s doing this in front of other students. But then again, he did tear up on the train, trying to get out of being punished for his dick move. Guess it’s time for Dave to find out. It’s going to be like Russian Roulette up in here, just with emotional snags versus the pretense of sadness and, well…a white kid in tube socks.
“En garde, fucker.” With that, Dave instantly brought his fingers up to tickle John’s sides, emitting rapid enthusiasm from his hands while apathy stayed plastered on his face.
“Bro I will go all corporate on your ass and cut off your water works. What’s that, little Susie can’t take her evening bath? Well she can go cry me a river and wash up in that, shoulda paid the bill. I aint’ even sporting this unsung vocation but I will undertake it and conserve our resources, man we are in a drought and don’t even get me started on the previous recession I will up straight crush your mind with these fiscal verities, welcome to the real world jackass.”
After a few seconds, Dave withdrew his hands, sliding them casually back into his pockets and giving John a chance to breathe and mention his hunger. “Yeah man, I feel that. I could fuckin’ Hoover an entire plate of those weird… Things that they have every year. I dunno what they are, I just grab and go. Ignorance is bliss for the famished bro.” Dave started walking over to the table once again.
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Post by Hal Strider on Jul 16, 2014 9:11:05 GMT
If Hal was a little late to the Great Hall was it that big of a deal? No, probably not, considering few people bothered with acknowledging his existence, at least in a positive manner. It wasn’t as if he missed much anyway, the whelps would all be sorted into their respective Houses as they were every year, there would be an unusually obnoxious amount of noise, and more food on the tables than they could ever dream of eating in a rational universe. Then again, Hal didn’t particularly consider this universe rational on its best days.
He’d been up in his dorm, savoring the silence as he made sure all his things were in their designated places before grimacing to the hedgehog perched on his shoulder. Adette was curled up, asleep in her cage beside his trunk, content for the moment. “Can’t keep ‘em waiting for much longer can we, brodent?” he sighed, plucking the small pet and placing him gently in his satchel as usual. The joys of returning to school. It wasn’t that he disliked the establishment, but, if he were being honest with himself, sitting among hundreds of peers he should know by name yet socializing with nary a single one was, well...lonely.
Of course Hal wouldn’t admit that consciously, though the testament reverberated through his core as he ambled down the many steps, hand inconspicuously resting inside his bag’s main compartment to let Reginold play with his fingers. At least he offered some comfort. Within the span of a few distracted minutes, Hal was hovering outside the opened Hall doors, glancing inside. Good, it seemed everyone was still waiting for the actual Ceremony to begin. Hal didn’t mind making a scene every so often, but at an event like this? Nah, leave that up to those less...socially adroit. Like that Egbert kid.
Taking a small breath, Hal strode into the Great Hall, peering about behind his tell-tale shades for an amiable, familiar face, preferably one unoccupied. Unless… Oh. Oh yes. Screw unoccupied, this was the ideal situation, the perfect crime. Well, almost ideal. There was one person, perhaps two he’d rather interact with than aforementioned tactless sixth year, but it wasn’t as if Hal would pass up the chance to embarrass the kid so soon. If John continued to set himself up like this, Hal might actually enjoy the majority of the school year.
Striding past both the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff tables, the younger blond tailed his target a fair distance behind, using his general social invisibility to his advantage in the midst of all the fuss. The hell was Dave going on about? Knowing him, most likely something ridiculous and relatively pointless, but hey, it wasn’t like Hal wasn’t guilty of the same occasionally, as well. He could always use their bumbling back-and-forth against the brunet, especially considering he now knew John’s weakness: Dave. An opportune moment, laid out perfect just for him, how quaint. Now he just had to wait for Egbert to inevitably fumble his wording in a way Hal could twist.
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Post by John Egbert on Jul 16, 2014 10:59:16 GMT
Ok maybe he should cute the act? Dave really believes hi- OH GOD NO DAVE STOP. John bursts into laughter at the surprise attack, pushing at Dave to get him away. He hates being tickled. Why? Because he giggles, snorts, squeaks, the whole nine damned yards and it's not exactly the manliest thing ever. Hey. He's pretty damn sure his dad never squeaked (or was even ticklish) and John sort of strives to be like him. His face starts going red from laughing so hard and he gasps when Dave stops tickling him. He takes a few deep breaths, making sure to make it as not awkward as possible (yeah he did a great job of that), looking up at Dave, obviously a little mad. "Asshole! You know how ticklish I am! I really hate you sometimes, you know?" Ugh. He leans on Dave, hardly listening to what he's saying. Wait. Dave's talking. Shit. "Huh?" He nearly falls as Dave walks off, realization hitting him. Oh yeah! Food! Duh, Egbert.
As he follows Dave to the table, he smiles a little at the back of his best friend's... well, his back in general. Kinda all he can see right now, but even that makes him kind of happy. Maybe it's just that he's happy to see Dave again? He IS John's best friend, so it would make sense! Being lost in thoughts, he doesn't see Dave stop and he full on bumps into him, eyes widening. "Oh shit-- Dave, sorry! I wasn't paying attention. My bad." Yeah he needs to work on that spacing out thing. It's happened way too much around Dave since... what? Last year? Sounds about right. Halfway through last year maybe. Weird.
He sits down next to Dave, glancing at him. Shit it's too quiet. Say something. Start a conversation. "So! Uh. This year I plan to pull this really great prank-" Wait no shit. That prank is gonna be on Dave! Don't tell him about it! Shit. You fucked up. Quick. Change the subject. "Hey! Did you do your summer homework? Just wondering since you know. You always need to copy my homework, heh." Dammit, John. Was there summer homework? Is there ever summer homework? Huh. He actually doesn't know. Maybe he's still jittery from the tickle attack earlier? Maybe it's just the new school year. What if he's coming down with a fever?! Now that he thinks about it, he feels a little warm. Great. He's getting sick already. Fuck his immune system. "Can't wait for Quidditch! How about you? Bet I'm better than you now, Dave! Heheh, I can't wait to show you that you aren't hot shit on a broom." He smiles that trademark grin, making you wonder if he's being friendly or just trying to hide something (usually prank related hiding of course).
Okay. Seriously. When are they going to unleash the food??? Maybe he should write his journal again? About what? He already wrote in it. Damn. He pulls it out anyways and unshrinks it, muttering another incantation underneath his breath to unlock it. He flips through the pages, looking at a few of the pictures. Oh! That was his first trip to Hogsmeade! His first Quidditch match too! He goes back, closer to the front of the journal. Wow talk about memory lane! He didn't write much in his first year until after he started making friends, Dave being his first (Jake is family so he doesn't count). Oh God. Speaking of Dave being his first. John stares down at the journal entry, grimacing. This is embarrassing, seriously. Yeah, when he had a thing for Dave (he blames being confused and mixing up emotions) he wrote about it obviously. His first entry though had to be the worst thing ever. Someone would think it was written by a girl. Despite all that, John reads it through anyways. Mainly to see how much he's, you know, learned over the years.
XX/XX/20XX
Something bad happened. Bad as in, holy shit call the fucking paramedics my life is at stake bad. This shit makes Godzilla look like a Barbie doll. Oh great now the metaphors are rubbing off. I would kill Dave if I didn't... well, if I didn't start liking him. I don't mean bro like. I mean full on like like, homo like. Just my luck. I don't know what to do though is the thing! I mean, sure I get really happy and butterfly-y when I think about us doing things like hand holding and kissing but we're both GUYS. GUYS. I'm not homophobic or anything, it's just that I'm not a homo! So why of all the people in this school do I like DAVE??? It's really annoying because if I were to tell him it would ruin our friendship for sure. How weird is it to like your best bro? Pretty damn weird! But still just... I hate liking him like this. I hate missing lectures because I'm being stupid and staring at him because he's just so damn perfect, whether he knows it or not. Which he doesn't, because he's stupid. It pisses me off how he acts all cool but he really isn't. Not in the way he tries to be at least.
I noticed how Dave sometimes looks at Mr. Strider, the Charms teacher recently. He looks like he doesn't know if he admires the guy or hates him. Hey, it's not my fault his shades took most of the damage in that prank. They'll be fixed so it's fine, but all I needed was a day. Well, a class really. I've known Dave for almost a year now and I can already tell that he doesn't exactly like himself as much as he lets on. That pisses me off too. He's such a great guy, so why can't he see that too? I hope he does eventually, but still. It's annoying. Annoying just like how it's annoying that I like him. I still don't know why I like him or his stupid silky hair and his stupid smirk and stupid weird metaphors and his stupid eyes which are in no way stupid because they're cool as fuck and God dammit fuck him. Just... fuck Dave. I hope I get over this crush because if I keep acting this weird around Dave he might find out, and I'll do anything to keep that from happening. Anyways, I've gotta go now. Potions! Bluh!!!
...Uh. Wow. Silky hair? So damn perfect? What was he thinking? He wasn't obviously. Then again, some of that stuff is still true. Not the liking Dave parts though of course. John's over that stupid crush. He got tired of feeling like shit because he couldn't tell Dave, or anyone really. Nothing new. He hasn't even told Jake about how he feels about his mom and dad. That's sort of John's thing at this point. Smile and be funny and smart and prank people! He's not allowed to go to people to rant or tell sob stories. That's just not the Egbert way, you know? He chuckles a little, then sighs, then rips the page out of his journal, crumpling it into a ball. He closes and shrinks his journal, putting it and the paper ball into his pocket. He'll throw away the page later. Well, he would if he noticed it had fallen from his pocket. But he didn't cause he's more focused on the growling of his stomach. "Daaaaave. You're a prefect! Make them hurry before we all starve to death!" He laughs and playfully elbows Dave.
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Post by Dave Strider on Jul 16, 2014 13:11:34 GMT
Shit, John is talking a lot. How can he expect Dave to answer all these questions if he just keeps firing them one right after the other? Fuck, dude. What’s that, Lassie? Timmy fell down a well? That’s just real fuckin’ dandy, too bad no one can suggest a plan to get the dumbass out since you’re still going on and on and on. What does John think, that Dave is made of time? Sheesh. The blond waited for the other to finish, but instead of John turning his attention to Dave for an answer, he started reading his journal. What?
Dave’s brows furrowed and he held his hand up a bit in a way that practically said “What the fuck was up with that,” in which he just decided to lift it even higher and rest his chin and cheek on his large palm and long fingers. John was kind of all over the place. Summer homework, seriously? They never had that. At least Dave hoped they didn’t, that’d seriously suck, the only thing Dave did over the summer was work on his comic, update his blogs, birth some sick tunes, and strife. Well… There was also that one incident with that fake plant, Karkat’s shitty navigation skills, and the original copy of the Magna Carta (who even puts that on Craigslist)...boy was waiting at that French police station shitty that night, nothing was even his fault. How was he supposed to know that the Black Market wasn’t actually a market? That’s the last time he consults Yahoo! Answers, that’s for sure. Dave was still surprised to this day that Hal never woke up once during that whole time, being asleep in the back seat and all. Incredible.
But, uh, no way in hell was he going to ever tell anyone about that story.
While John stared intently at his journal, Dave lazily looked around the room. There were some familiar faces, whether he had known them for years or had just met them (coughlookingatyouJefferyyougradeAdouche). Though he couldn’t find the triangular shades of his twin and younger bro in his peripheral vision, which he guesses was cool. He had wondered if anyone would be able to hear him whispering to himself, just in case he had the totally normal urge to say something.
…….Accio Sugoi.
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Yeah, didn’t think that’d work.
Suddenly, Dave felt a jab in his side, and his attention was returned to the small, dark-haired boy next to him, who had asked him about being a prefect and moving things along. “Yo as much as I’d like to be able to walk up center stage, spit some dictating yet moving spiel instead of the typical fuckin’ palaver we gotta listen to, send off the first years, shed a tear as the birds are leavin’ the nest and drop the mic, step off stage, maybe getting a bro nod from the headmaster and later on a letter of inevitable confession from the muggle Queen of England herself about how even she wants to hear me whisper some ironic jargon into her finely-aged ear, I can’t do shit. This school could do so much better if they had like a suggestions box or something. Not that they’d read anything I mean, I proposed with as much passion as dude fresh out of high school whose girlfriend told him that he can’t bang her until he puts a ring on that shit- update, neither he nor the engagement lasted long- one time that we get a ball pit, and like right away I was told no unless I wanted to pay 17,000 galleons for it or some shit. I mean what the fuck is even up with that, that’s seriously…” With that, Dave continued to ramble on and on.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 16, 2014 22:12:33 GMT
“Told?! You didn’t tell that beast anythin’! It simply attacked me!” Freyir growls and advances forwards, especially when he gets closer to Astris. Nah fuck that, he could handle Aza’zel and his whole threatening act and withstand it for the most part but he was not happy at all with having Astris stuck between him and the giant. Astris’ hand stops him from advancing much more than a few steps though it doesn’t stop him from grabbing Astris’ arm and tugging the other a tad bit closer to him. Sometimes Aza’zel gave off this odd feeling that he was more of a beast than an actual human being and it just put him on edge. Now was one of those times.
“You can’t possibly blame me for this one, Astris!” He hisses. “He’s the one that’s actin’ childish! I didn’t do a thing this time and he just sunk his bloodthirsty goat after me!” Freyir seethes. He didn’t know what Aza’zel’s problem with him was but there was obviously one. It hadn’t been much of a concern for him though the constant being picked on was a thing he could live without. Freyir figured it was a simple jealousy since Astris seemed to be one of his only friends besides the Headmaster and since Freyir took up quite a bit of Astris’ time because of their…odd relationship. It was a thing. Not quite a solid thing but it was a thing nonetheless.
Thaddeus would appear soon enough and stop the fight, he typically did. They’d both be scolded for acting so unruly in front of the student and then the feast would begin. That’s how it typically was. He just had to wait for the Headmaster to appear and call off his pet beast.
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Post by Aza'zel Makara on Jul 16, 2014 23:52:40 GMT
This happens every year it seems. The Grand Groundskeeper stands to attempt to shout down Freyir, Freyir sticks up for himself, Astris tries to stop them, and then inevitably Thaddeus arrives to tell them both to shut their traps and behave. However this time, as GGK's fist clenched and unclenched as he debates whether or not to punch Dualscar's filth spewing jaw out the back of his head, he felt Pierre roughly headbutt his arm. The goat was making a great ruckus trying to get the giant's attention by stamping his little hooves and bleating like a madman, or, madgoat. Aza'zel turns his bloodshot gaze from the "cool" and "attractive" professor and glances down at the goat.
Pierre stops and stares at him for a moment before making a bunch of abrupt turns of his head in the direction of the new professor along with a good deal of loud bleating. The GGK was perplexed at what his goat companion was trying to say, until it clicked and he swiftly looked over to her, studying her expression with one glance before turning back to look at his goat, a softer version of his voice echoing through his skull. "Impressions, Aza'zel, impressions!"
Aza'zel turns back to Freyir, his mouth now forming a slight frown and his eyes having lost the craziness present in them seconds before, now simply glaring down at the other professor. He towers over the other professor before quietly muttering "Keep some eyes in the back of your head, Ampora." before plopping back in his seat allowing Pierre to climb in his lap where the goat receives some well deserved petting and a snack from one of Aza'zel's many pockets.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2014 0:59:37 GMT
Sometimes people wonder how this is that Thaddeus made his way into the precise elite of the wizarding community. Oh yes, he's perfectly good wizarding material, a seer, but for the life of him, he doddles more more than a student who doesn't want to get up in a brisk winter morning. Though in this case Thaddeus is still sitting in the Headmaster's office drinking a warm glass of blackberry burgamont tea. Being the lazy yet clever man he is, he finally decided it's around time to check the cloc-
OH SHIT I'M ARE BEYOND LATE WELL THAT'S LOVELY.
He quickly snatches the wand from his desk, gives Vanilla a short pat on her scaley head; seeing it is beyond past 7:30 in the evening and he's still not made his appearance. Then again this is not the first or the last year you will be late for this grand gathering....Damn he'd have to apologize to the house elves later, he's causing them more annoyance than meant to.
The 58 year old wizard uses a slick trick he learned on the streets of France to get there as quick as possible. He Runs. Sure he probably looks like a mad man with a bed head rushing down moving stairs and jogging down to the side door of the Great Hall, but being the Headmaster and a bit kooky as recalled by many who've met him, he doesn't regret much more than a rat's ass about it.
As Thaddy finally makes his way into the Hall, tugging the hood of the robe over the messily scrambled hair, he happens to see the grand groundskeeper and history of magic professor arguing once again...what's it been a decade now..?
My lord, how many times must I have to stop these two, Astris tries but the poor m-- wait a moment.
Thaddeus sees Makara back down and his lips move, but a half sigh escapes your chapped lips at the simple fact that it didn't spin out of control like the many years that it has.
As the Headmaster walks to the podium in front of the many students, Freyir is cast a sidelong glance, reassuring him it was time to sit down and to take a deep breath. He pats the Astronomy professor's stack of books as he passes in comfort of the situation, and finally clears his throat with an echoing "AHEM" hoping that everything settles soon so things may get started...
"If I May Have Everyone's Attention Please."
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Post by Deleted on Jul 17, 2014 4:13:07 GMT
Cronus sat thinking to himself as the first years begain their descent into the Great Hall, his mind caught on a moment in time only a few hours before.
Eridan had suddenly rushed into his cart some hours ago, much to Cronus's astonishment and non-opposure...but he'd barely gotten a few words out before the two shut off communication, both of them trying to look anywhere but at eachother. Cronus'd asked why Eridan had hidden away into this particular cart only to be responded with "cal...". Cronus had hoped after two years of not even speaking with his little brother that the two would have more than a few words to share...but it seemed not.
He breaks from his long train of thought only to realize what was lividly going on around him- most absurdly the noise of his father's sudden screeching and the arguing transpiring behind the faculty's table. This did not worry him much, as you seen the culprit Pierre clopping back and forth on the table. Cronus was aware that this was now a yearly occurrence, and in honesty were beginning to dull the experience. Though, the goat biting his father was a new one. It made him chuckle, as well as remind himself to save a carrot or some apple slices for the quadruped as a reward.
Mr. Makara taught everyone one thing upon arriving. Don't mess with him or the animals in the forest. But Cronus wasn't exactly one to follow rules.
He twisted his head to watch the show now, hearing his dad being ornery and watching Mituna's Uncle try and sort shit out...He tried every year to calm the two head strong idiots down...He gave him credit at least he knew how to calm the Ampora down. But it was still unsettling to see them hanging out all these years...Cronus wasn't the only student to notice their subtle affections and he knew damn well something was amiss. . . he honestly just didn't care.
The yelling made him nervous...so he casually averts his eyes, Cronus's gaze slowly peeking over the third and fifth year's heads to see a red head sitting petting his owl at the Ravenclaw table...he out of his own nerves once again retreats into his mind until spoken to or bothered. But like most times, it merely made his mind reem into the silly memories of his own house sorting. One thing about Hogwarts he desperately regretted.
The headmaster's voice now unnecessarily echos throughout the Hall, and you break from your jittering memoirs to regain attention to one of the only people you talked to on a regular basis in this school. Mr. Vantas was starting things off as every year...but something stirred in your gut. Something's different for you this year. Perhaps from the run-in with Eridan.. but maybe something good was to come of this year.
"...let's get this ovwer vwith." He mutters quietly...
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Post by D Strider on Jul 17, 2014 6:31:37 GMT
"Aranea, huh? She normally has great taste in books. Maybe it's just the thought that the author actually went on these adventures." He sighs and chuckles a little. He for one doesn't buy a single thing written in those books. No one can do so much in such a small amount of time. D would know. It was hard enough to make sure his recent movie finished over the summer. Talk about a pain in the ass, especially considering how rusty his Italian is. The worst thing that happened? He tried to say he wanted the scene to be in a fucking amusement park, but it came out as 'I want to fuck an amusement park.' Yeah. That was so much fun. One place he likes though? France. Talking to Selena was always nice since it reminded him of some good times he's had in France. Sadly, it also reminds him of bad times too. Bad times he would rather leave in the back of his mind.
The Art teacher seems to be spacing off, but she snaps out of it and takes D's hand. When she shakes it, he leans down to place a kiss to it. Hey, what can he say? It's only natural to introduce yourself right. "Ha, thank you. I'm told that a lot. You fit the role of an Arts teacher though, being a work of art yourself." He winks behind his shades, though he knows she can't see it. He's known to make flirtatious comments, though he never drags the actually flirting action out. He just sees the comments as compliments, which probably isn't the best thing since he sometimes sends the wrong vibe. 'I'm a rich and famous bachelor that's flirting with you. We should be a thing.' Yes. Someone actually said that's how he sometimes comes off. It's not like he tries to though. If anything, it's a force of habit. He can't exactly be rude to actresses and his coworkers. It gets awkward though since he refuses to get into a serious relationship considering his last one. The thought makes him sigh.
When the Grand Douchebag starts to make a scene, D considers going over there, but the headmaster can probably handle it. If Aza'zel goes on a rampage though and starts hurting people, the Charms teacher won't hesitate to pull out his wand. "Yeah, that's how it normally is, but those two are usually a special case. Aza'zel though doesn't seem to care what the students see or think though. He's the groundskeeper. Also, don't worry about it. Most new teachers get scared of him at least a little. I'd say he's all bark, no bite, but I'd be lying and you deserve a fair warning. Try not to be alone with the guy, alright? Don't worry about him though. He usually leaves new teachers alone." D gently rubs Makeda's shoulder as comfortingly as he can before looking over to Thaddeus, the head master. He goes silent, though he looks over the crowd of students, spotting Dave and that one kid he's friends with. What's his name again? John? Sounds right. For whatever reason, the kid didn't seem to like D very much. Then again, not all the students can like him.
Speaking of students that like him, is that Hal? D watches the young Strider, smiling a little. He loved all his nephews, but he would be lying to say he didn't give Hal a little extra attention. Not that he' choosing favorites or anything. It's just that Hal needs it, and D loves the kid so of course he'll give him what he needs. That's why he brought one of the things he brought. Heh. He looks back over to the headmaster, deciding to listen to the opening speech. That's always fun.
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Post by Jack "Spades Slick" Noir on Jul 18, 2014 2:17:39 GMT
"No... I don't think so I mean, I'll look around some places you might have missed but sounds alright." Slick visibly relaxes and leans back a bit. He takes in the room fully, all the little brats and their generally abhorrent noise. He notes the Strider's are all present, taking particular interest as Dave corrals first years around. Whoever made him a prefect was the same person that put Slick in charge of House Gryffindor. At least Dave will ward them away, keep most of this year's new students out of the house. That would be nice, a whole grade with no one in Gryffin- wait less students mean fewer points. Slick blinks a couple times and makes a mental note to get on Strider if he does scare everyone away from Gryffindor this year.
Slick inevitably ends up focusing on down the table, like usual; Aza'zel has a violent outburst and nearly punches out Freyir. Who like usual didn't back down when he probably should have. Captor gets between the two of them, no fear like always. The new professor is holding a conversation with Serket, he sees a lot of his wife in her. Probably why he almost stabbed her in her sleep the first night she was here. You can never be too safe.
He ends up lost in thought and it isn't long (five minutes to be exact) till he realizes he has been awkwardly staring at Droog... for five minutes straight. Slick's eyes widen and he looks away, thankful that Thaddy finally fucking showed up and is waiting for quiet. As procedure, Slick props his feet on the table and moves his hat to shade his eyes, trying to get some shut eye during the headmaster's long and verbose speech.
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