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Post by magyn on Nov 13, 2010 3:43:02 GMT -5
Not that Magyn ate real food, but every once in a while she just liked to go down to the great hall, sit at the head table and watch the students during meals. She would sit with a book in one hand and a glass of mead in the other pretending to read, but really peering over the edge of her book. Every once in a while she would bring her book down and look over the hall like a concerned teacher should and then go back to reading. She loved the interactions of the human species, especially at adolescence; the girls wanting the boys to notice them but the boys; even if they did like said girl, never knew what to do or how to handle it. It was the same thing some fifty years ago when she was attending Hogwarts. Magyn thought it was priceless.
Magyn took another sip of her wine and unconsciously looked down at her robes, 'Never really thought I would be wearing these again though, however these are a lot better than the uniforms we wore in school, atleast these we get to pick the colors.' Ever since an early age Magyn knew she looked bad in green, even though her eyes were green, but alas, it was the color red that made her eyes, brown/black hair and porcelin skin pop. At the moment she was wearing her signature deep blood red velvet robes with black trim and her black and red ribbon flower headband upon her soft curls. As she filled her glass with some more mead wine from the bottle in her office she went back to 'reading' her book with a smirk on her face. |
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Post by blaze on Nov 14, 2010 0:23:42 GMT -5
  Much had been missed. Hogwarts, women, friends. Much had changed. A career, fiancée, family. Blaze Dolohov had no idea what awaited him when he walked out the doors of Hogwarts school of witchcraft and wizardry for the final time as a student, wearing his emerald green and charcoal black robes. Leaving Hogwarts was forcing him to move out of his comfort zone and find a new place where he could find the confidence to rebuild his life outside the place he considered home for the previous seven years. It was cruel really, to take in children, protect them from this world, and just then, when they are in the prime of their years, they’re dropped off and told that they had to live and lead their own lives. See, cruelty. It hadn’t exactly happened to him though. Blaze Dolohov had always been in the prime of his years, since the very first day he and his two best friends began roaming the halls of Hogwarts. However, returning back to his old home this year had been like a whole new beginning. He’d been determined to return to all what was when he was once a student. No longer wearing the emerald and black robes, instead wearing teacher robes and he hadn’t been alone, his friends returned as professors also, returning with chaos following quickly behind them.
The anxious footsteps were echoing into a harsh thrashing noise in his ears. As he took step after step down the main hall, his heart would beat a beat faster and his ears would ring a little harder. Blaze’s half-closed eyes shot open in a instant. His shocking emerald eyes became ridden with pain and he stopped pacing; his miraculous pools of pale colour shutting tight with an unruly ache. He took no time to try and subside the hurt, instead he tore down his left sleeve. It seemed as though he himself, or another, had tried to hide a specific something on the his wrist - for bandages were wrapped poorly around his arm; falling from his grazed knuckles to his bony elbow. But now, the bandages looked as if they had been blown off in one spot of his arm, and the remaining bandages dangled sorely. Where the wrapping had been burnt, torn, and blown, Blaze’s skin bared a daring black mark - it’s centrepiece being a skull.
Putting his arm to his side, he continued walking, finally reaching the great hall. The many students scattered from him as he strided towards the head table, a cold expression painted on his features. The emerald eyes absentmindedly scanned over the hall, hoping to catch sight of his fiancée but he was quickly filled with disappointment as he took his seat beside Magyn Parker, the new professor. Grabbing his glass he didn’t hesitate to fill his glass with wine and he reclined back in his chair, downing the red liquid, “You know they say that it never really works out well for defense against the dark arts professors, chances are, by the end of the year you‘ll be gone.” Striking up a conversation, a smirk tugged on his lips as his eyes flickered towards the dark haired.
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Post by magyn on Nov 14, 2010 1:14:43 GMT -5
Magyn had just looked up from her book as he entered. She instinctively reached for her mead, drank then licked her lips. She has to admit, for a human he was pretty enticing, but she had made a promise to the headmaster not to feed on anyone at the school or on the school grounds. Which was easy to promise, way to easy, after ninety years it was all too easy to control her urges, but was he sexy. However, he was taken, so she couldn't have him that way either, so she had settled on friends.
He definitely had that bad boy air about him which drew to him all the more. 'Blaze' just the name alone sent a fire through her dead heart. At this moment she noticed some unrest on his face and was intrigued, but a moment later it was gone. She shrugged it off, 'maybe it was a foul smell she thought, 'I've been smelling quite a few of those lately' Magyn giggled to herself as she watched Blaze finish walking across the great hall. Then again as a vampire she had quite an acute smell, she could smell the food of the w student sitting all the way at the end of the table by the entrance at the other end of the hall.
The next thing she knew he had sat next to her and was drinking a glass of wine with his feel on the table talking to her, “You know they say that it never really works out well for defense against the dark arts professors, chances are, by the end of the year you‘ll be gone.” She laughed a small, 'really now' laugh, smiled, put her book down and replied, "Well at least we know that if I am gone it's not because I am dead" she laughed and took another sip of wine,"You should be more worried about those inexperienced students you teach and whether or not the next time your back is turned you won't get a bludger to the head," jokingly of course.
She held the glass up by her face between him and herself hiding her giggle. She looked out of the corner of her eyes around the glass a she checked him out from head to toe, 'Not bad.... she mused. She didn't know why she oggled men like this some time, she thought it had something to do with the many men that she had come onto contact with through out her years. She discovered they were all the same, well mostly, they were just after one thing, so she figured she should treat them all the same way back. Unless of course they proved her wrong.
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