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Post by Dustin A. Drache on Jun 10, 2008 22:15:49 GMT -5
In the staff room, Doctor Drache sat grading tests from her sixth years, her left hand holding a red fountain pen and making notes and corrections across the sheets where necessary. Her right tucked the wealth of her loose black curls behind one tattooed ear before resting on her quite pregnant belly. A tepid cup of tea sat next to her spectacles on the table next to her, her timeless, heart-shaped face concealed with quite clever glamours (like her hands) and her dark eyes intent on the pages before her.
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Post by Prof. Filius Flitwick on Jun 10, 2008 22:44:33 GMT -5
Prof. Flitwick walked into the staff room. Once he entered he saw that another professor was already there. Prof. Flitwick walked up to her to introduce himself.
Hello, I'm Filius Flitwick current Healing and Auror Prep Professor, and you are?
Prof Flitwick hoped he didn't come off as rude, because he had not intended to be.
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Post by Dustin A. Drache on Jun 10, 2008 22:53:52 GMT -5
The woman raised eyes black like Snape’s to the diminutive professor before a smile turned up the corners of a mouth slightly not wide enough for her face, which might have looked vaguely familiar, depending on how good his memory was. A lovely mezzo-toned voice with a heavy German accent replied, “Herr Professor Flitwick, it’s good to see you again.” She held out one elegant white hand to him and explained, “Dustin Drache, Defense Against the Dark Arts. You taught me two years of charms.” It was with a sort of gentle politeness in the tenor of her voice that she intimated she hadn’t really expected him to remember or recognize her.
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Post by Prof. Filius Flitwick on Jun 10, 2008 22:59:47 GMT -5
Professor Flitwick looked at the young Professor and began to speak.
Ah i knew you looked familiar, So i know you are very proficient in your Charm work if I taught you. So, how teaching at Hogwarts going for you? Did Prof. McGonagall teach you well enough?
Prof. Flitwick then sat down beside Prof. Drachen, to continue their conversation.
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Post by Dustin A. Drache on Jun 10, 2008 23:16:13 GMT -5
She gave him a demure smile at having been at least familiar – in her childhood she hadn’t been striking, less than a head taller that the rather tiny professor and at least two stones underweight with a cloud of black hair and a recalcitrantly silent demeanor. During the twenty-five years that had passed she had grown almost a foot and her adolescent awkwardness had been replaced with a steady, quiet wisdom and unmatched elegance.
“Herr Professor, I never took Transfiguration while at Hogwarts.” It wasn’t like he could have known that – after all, at fourteen, she had transferred in and was promptly placed in his sixth year class – and so, her voice was gentle. It seemed enough for her that he had found something slightly memorable. “Teaching is…” she narrowed her dark eyes and smiled a cryptic sort of smile while tapping long, slender fingers on her distended abdomen, “not what I had expected, but pleasantly refreshing.”
Watching him, then, she mentioned, the soul of courtesy, “I had thought, forgive me if I pry, that you had retired.”
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Post by Prof. Filius Flitwick on Jun 10, 2008 23:23:20 GMT -5
Professor Flitwick knew this would come up eventually. The reason he had returned to Hogwarts.
Well you see my dear girl, I was tired of teaching Charms. I had taught it since the late 1700s, but now im back because they needed a Healing Teacher. Now im not sure if your aware of this, but the Death Eaters are coming back into power. I am also here to help keep an eye on this school. That is why I am also introducing a Auror Prep class, hopefully ti help teach how to fight and stay alive, If the Death Eaters ever come back here. Also to give future Aurors a head start on their Educations.
Now back to you, who was your DADA teacher when you got here anyway. You must have taken that class your 6th and 7th year if you became a teacher of it.
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Post by Dustin A. Drache on Jun 10, 2008 23:41:43 GMT -5
Dear girl – she gave a purr of a chuckle deep in her chest. At forty and with her incipient maternity it had been a long, long while since anyone had called her a dear girl. However the next topic sobered her. “Unfortunately, yes, I’ve been aware for some time that this was coming. It is a pleasure, though, Herr Professor, to have you back, and for so good a cause.” The corner of that just too-small mouth tipped up again when he asked about her own defense teacher.
“Caspar Crouch taught me NEWT-level defense. I remember he didn’t sit our exams, though… He came down with a rather bad case of dragon pox and retired, if my memory serves.” It didn’t seem applicable that she had taken the class the first year she had transferred to the school and blown most of her peers out of the water.
“Teaching actually hadn’t been my goal – Herr Professor Snape deemed with my doctorate of magical theory that I was a safer bet than another debacle like Gilderoy Lockhart.” She finished marking one of the tests and then flipped open the next.
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Post by Prof. Filius Flitwick on Jun 10, 2008 23:47:57 GMT -5
As Prof. Flitwick listened to his collegues story he gazed up at the clock.
I also have a Doctorate in Theories and Advanced Charm Work and a Specialist degree in Healing. Just so you know, but look at the time. I have greatly enjoyed this talk with you, maybe we should do it again soon ok? But i prefer to be called Professor over Doctor, Its just a pet peeve.
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Post by Dustin A. Drache on Jun 15, 2008 18:13:48 GMT -5
She inclined her head at that, as if indicating she would, without fail, respect his wish. “Of course, Herr Professor.” Smiling just enough to indicate that she, too, had enjoyed catching up with him she indicated the door with an incomparably graceful gesture, facial expression saying without words she wished him the best of days.
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