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Post by ring_junkie on Apr 30, 2006 14:14:39 GMT -5
The Charms professor had bitten off a little more than he could chew by attempting to carry eleven scrolls of parchment, a mini-blackboard, a stack of papers he was marking and three large and heavy books from the Charms classroom to his office. The books were resting on his arms, weighing them down, and the papers and several of the scrolls were balanced on top - but they had the very annoying tendancy to roll off and drop to the floor. The rest of the scrolls were tucked under his arms, held in his hands, or under his chin. Due to this, Dylan couldn't see where he was putting his feet, and stumbled occasionally, dropping scrolls as he went. Of course, then he had to bend down and pick them up - causing more to fall off the pile.
Picking a scroll up, he carefully balanced it on top of the three books he was holding, then leant down to get another scroll, but the one he had just picked up fell to the floor again and rolled a few feet away. Sighing, he repeated the proceedure another few times, the ache in his back and arms growing from the weight of the books he was carrying, until his glasses slipped from his nose, falling to the floor, the blackboard dropped from under his arm and one of the books fell on his foot.
Letting out a small yelp of pain, Dylan lost hold of everything else he was carrying as he tried to catch the others and it all fell to the floor around him, papers flying everywhere and littering the hallway as leaves on a forest floor. He felt with a hand for the wall, moving over to it and clutching his foot - which meant that he had to hop - and an ominous -crunch- told him he had just trodden on his glasses. "Oh for God's sake..." he moaned, letting go of his foot, which was throbbing with pain, and squinting hard, trying to make out where his glasses were on the floor. Abandoning his terrible eye-sight, he got down onto his hands and knees and started collecting up the beige-ish coloured blobs on the floor, which were in fact the papers.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Apr 30, 2006 14:26:09 GMT -5
Headmistress Odette was wondering the halls making her usual stroll through them to make sure students were in class, and weren't doddling around. She stopped to look out a window and ajust her black hair that was up in a bunn. She also made sure that her white blouse and biege skirt were turned proper on her body. After she was done she continued her way through the halls, until she came upong Professor Llewellyn on the floor trying to gather his things, which seemed like too much for one person to carry. She noticed his glasses off to the side,He must not be able to see. She hurried over to him, picking up his glasses on the way. "Professor Llewellyn, are you all right?" she asked, handing him his glasses, then helping to pick up his things.
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Post by ring_junkie on Apr 30, 2006 15:01:07 GMT -5
Dylan gave a start and dropped the pile of papers he had just picked up as a voice sounded from somewhere above him. Squinting up at her, he thought he recognised the Headmistress, and shortly his glasses were handed to him. He put them on, then took his wand out of his pocket and mumbled "reparo", fixing the broken lense. A light blush spread across his cheeks as he nodded and continued collecting the pieces of parchment he had dropped. "I'm - I'm fine, thank you, Head-headmistress," he stammered, managing a small, timid smile, "I-I just... p-p-picked up too much stuff; b-bit stupid, really." He inwardly cringed at how weak his stammer made him sound, and how silly he must have looked crawling around on the floor and fumbling for his papers, and did not look up at Odette because he was so embarrassed.
Gathering the three, heavy books towards him, along with the pile of papers he and Odette had managed to pick up, Dylan stood up, loading his arms again. "Thank you," he said again, shifting the books slightly into a more comfortable position. "Erm... w-would you mind... carrying something...?" he asked hopefully, glancing up at her timidly, then looking down at the scrolls that still littered the hallway.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Apr 30, 2006 15:05:26 GMT -5
"Sure, where ya headed?" she asked him with a smile. She glad to help, if she didn't do something she might go out of her mind right now. All she'd been doing that day was roaming the halls, and all pupils seemed to be on good behavior today and were in class. She took a couple more things from Dylan, still holding what she had picked up.
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Post by ring_junkie on Apr 30, 2006 17:26:31 GMT -5
"Oh... just to my office; it's right down here," he replied, concentrating hard on each word before he spoke, so as to get rid of his stammer, and motioning along the hallway to his office door. "Thank you," he said again as she took one of the books and a scroll from him in order to lighten his load. With anyone else, it would have been the man helping the lady; but, with Dylan, it just had to be the other way round. He could not pretend he wasn't embarrassed - even if he had tried, the blush that had now deepened to a shade of rose-pink on his cheeks would have given it away. The Hufflepuff was shy, and he hated it. Why he was a teacher, he didn't know - though it could be his passion for knowledge. He liked seeing people learn, and most of the students at Hogwarts were quite pleasant to be around, save for the unfortunate few.
Dylan started walking down towards his office, but then turned his head to look back over his shoulder at the Headmistress - she looked a little bored, like she had nothing to do. "Would..." he started, then though against it. But something made him say it anyway. "Would you like a cup of tea, Professor White?" he suggested, struggling to open his office door and moving inside, immediately placing what he was carrying down on his desk to minimise the possibility he would drop it again.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Apr 30, 2006 17:29:43 GMT -5
She smiled when he blushed. Odette thought it was cute, as well as his stammering. It was part of him that made him, him. "Thank you, and please, call me Odette." she replied as she sat down the things she was carrying next to what he had placed down. Odette watched him for a second, a big smile upon her lips. Then she looked away, and turned her attention to looking around his office.
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Post by ring_junkie on Apr 30, 2006 17:52:22 GMT -5
"Oh, right... yes... Odette, of course," he said quietly, turning his back on her for a few seconds as he reached up to get his teapot down from the shelf on which it sat. Placing it upon his desk, amongst the numerous scrolls, papers and books littered over the surface, he got out his wand and tapped it - steam issued from it, and Dylan conjured a jug of milk and two teacups from the kitchens, pouring the tea he had just made. "Sugar?" he offered, unsure how the Headmistress drank her tea. He preferred it unsweetened; it tasted so much nicer. As he glanced up, he saw that she was looking around his office, and cringed at the mess.
The oak desk was the centre piece of the room, standing in the middle, on top of a large, blue rug. The walls were lined with book cases, save for the back wall - which contained a window - and these book cases were filled with both fiction and non-fiction, though mostly Charms textbooks and reference books for his lessons. His office was quite small, so that emphasised the disorderliness somewhat, throwing the untidy stacks of papers and numerous books off their shelves into sharp relief. "Please... do sit down," he said softly, motioning to his desk chair as he perched himself on the edge of his desk with a small, good-natured smile, using a finger to push his glasses up onto the bridge of his nose.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Apr 30, 2006 17:56:50 GMT -5
She looked at him when he asked her if she wanted sugar. "Yes, but I'll may it. I don't want you to wait on me." she said. Odette liked doing things for herself, and hated having others do her stuff. It's probably because that's all people did while she was growing up. She treated with a kind of royal treatment that she hated. After adding one sugar cube to her tea cup, she took a seat in his chair like he had offered. Though she felt like he should be sitting there. She was happy with standing as well as sitting. She disreguarded the mess as it reminded her of her own office, which made her feel more comfortable. The headmistress sipped lightly at her tea, thinking of something to say.
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Post by ring_junkie on Apr 30, 2006 18:14:18 GMT -5
Dylan gave a little, shy smile as she told him that she wanted to make her own tea. "Fair enough," he deduced. He had been told once before that he acted more like a house-elf than a wizard, by his father in fact, so anyone stopping him from getting carried away in the role of 'servant' was welcome. He had always tried to be the man Gideon Llewellyn wanted him to be, but had never seemed to be able to do anything to please him, no matter how hard he strived to do it.
He hated starting conversations, because he was so shy, and he always felt that he was better off letting the other person do it, but Odette was sipping her tea, and an awkward silence was starting to descend. "It's... It's good to be back," he said, attempting to be bright and cheerful, rather than timid and shy, "ready for another term."
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 1, 2006 4:21:54 GMT -5
"Yes, it is great to be back. How I missed the school so while at home." she stated, setting her tea down on his desk. Odette began to have a headache and let her shiney ebony locks down from that bunn she had then up in. Her hair stopped at her mid-back, and she looked like she was a student. However, she was 32-years-old, there was no way she'd be a pupil. She smoothed out her white blouse and biege skirt. She crossed her left right leg over her left, accidentally kicking and rubbing her foot against Dylan's leg. "Oh, sorry." she said, her cheeks turning a light red. Odette bit her knuckle, her shy side starting to come out. It only made it's appearance when she felt she'd made a fool of herself.
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Post by ring_junkie on May 1, 2006 5:46:24 GMT -5
"Mm," Dylan agreed, taking a small sip of his tea and then put it down on the desk because it was hot. "It gives you something to do, really," he continued, growing a little more confident - maybe it was the tea. He had used 'you' as the more commonly used version of 'one'. Glancing up at her movement, he watched her hair cascade down her back, untied from its bun, then reached for his tea again.
A slight pressure against his leg made him start and look down, to see her foot a few inches away from his calf. He hastily moved his leg an extra few inches in the opposite direction, blushing an equal shade of red, and looked down at the floor as she apologised. "N-no, it's... it's-it's fine, don't worry," he stammered quietly. He hated being embarrassed easily - anyone else could have swanned past that event without even batting an eye-lid; after all, she had only brushed his leg with her foot by accident, but Dylan couldn't escape blushing at all. He cleared his throat softly and pushed up his glasses to distract himself from the fact that he was turning deeper red the longer neither of them spoke.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 1, 2006 5:49:54 GMT -5
Odette hid her face, she was sure he noticed her blushing. Why is it she always became a blummin' fool around males? She was acting like a little school girl that was being shy around one of the cutest guys in school. She sighed, and picked her tea back up. The room fell silent again, you could almost hair the rush of the air past by you. "So, how is lessons going?" she finally said something to break the silence.
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Post by ring_junkie on May 1, 2006 6:49:43 GMT -5
"Oh, they-they're good, I mean, most of the students seem to be having no trouble with the work," he replied, seizing the chance to carry on as though nothing had happened. He was so awkward around everyone, male or female.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 1, 2006 14:08:47 GMT -5
"That's great. I'm glad it's going well for you Dylan." she said, standing up now. Odette had finished her tea, and picked up so that she could fill it up again. Suddenly, Odette heard something going on outside of the office. "I'll be right back." she said and swiftly made her way out of the door to find two red heads fighting in the hall.
"I didn't do it! Damnit, leave me alone!"
"Yes you did, slut. Now where's my bloody wand!"
Odette couldn't believe what she was hearing. "All right, knock it off! Would someone like to explain to me what is going on." Odette asked the two. She recognized them right off the bat as Weasleys. It looked like another case of sibling rivalry. One Weasley was a female, the other a male. The male had a bruised eye, while the girl had a bleeding scratch mark on her cheek.
"Kendall took my wand, and won't give it back Headmistress." the boy said.
"I didn't take it you liar." the female retorted.
"OK, settle down. What are your names?" the headmistress asked. This was ridiculous to have to did with such immaturity within her school. "Kendall Weasley" the girl said. "Greg Weasley," replied the boy.
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Post by ring_junkie on May 1, 2006 16:35:55 GMT -5
Dylan had heard it too, and had just been about to say something about the commotion in the hallway when Odette left the room and went outside. A little tentatively, he followed and stood in the door frame, watching - if she needed it, he would lend a hand, but so far he had decided to stay out of it. Two teachers would not be any better than one at the moment - they could both possibly say completely different things, maybe even contradict each other. Raising a hand to push his glasses back up onto the bridge of his nose again, Dylan looked from Kendall, to Greg, then to Odette, and back again. He was already thinking of a way to sort this out.
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