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Post by Dustin A. Drache on May 7, 2008 18:36:40 GMT -5
The woman with angel-white skin and devil-black hair and eyes surveyed the fair professor, her features an inscrutable mystery as the silence stretched after the reply. There was the overwhelming feeling that this woman could see everything – down to bone and soul – and was examining the new teacher to the detail, rather curious, but not judgmental. She must have noticed the flash of emotion, the touch of the locket, the too-fast smile with her response, and known that there was more of a story, but did not delve for it.
Her left hand, her wedding set flashing in the candlelight, reached for her water goblet again and she raised it to her lips, taking a sip. It rested there, before her face, as those dark, violet-rimmed eyes regarded the woman over the rim of the cup before she murmured in reply, “Indeed, we do.” She placed the cup back down on the table.
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Post by Avalena Anderson on May 7, 2008 18:44:15 GMT -5
Avalena noticed the wedding ring, and the slight rise of the Professors stomach. Her heart was swelling and breaking at the same time. She thought marriage was a beautiful thing, but she herself had found no one yet, and she was afraid never, regarding her circumstances. "I love your ring, Professor." Avalena said in awe. Leaving though the conversation open, for the DADA teacher to respond.
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Post by Dustin A. Drache on May 7, 2008 19:02:29 GMT -5
Her head inclined graciously, the fingertips of her left hand (she did seem to be left-handed, though) brushing an errant curl from her forehead. It seemed to be both surprising and completely obvious that a woman like the defense professor should be married. She seemed fiercely independent and a little – not frightening, per se – but a little threatening, and wholly untouchable. Then again, she had an alluring, exotic type of beauty and an enigmatic, almost hypnotic kind of charm. And that, in itself, was heartening, to know that if a woman such as she could find a suitable match, that there was hope after all.
With another slight pull to one side of her mouth she replied, “My husband deems it necessary to spoil me outrageously.” With an utterly appealing roll of her dark-lashed eyes she explained, “You know how men can be.”
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Post by Avalena Anderson on May 7, 2008 19:12:11 GMT -5
Avalena laughed, "Indeed, men do tend to spoil. I remember as a girl when my father would bring home these outrageous gifts for my mother. The last time they were toghether he said, he was going to build a house right out of a diamond, because he thought the diamond on her finger was too small." Avalena, still laughing looked at the DADA Professor with a smile. "Well, one can't become spoiled to much, by the ones we love."
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Post by Dustin A. Drache on May 7, 2008 19:23:16 GMT -5
With definitive tact, she replied, “It sounds as if your father was an unmitigated romantic.” Raising her glass to the new professor as if by way of a toast she took another sip and then asserted, “The world could use more men like that.” Utterly charming she turned to her plate, which had sprung to life with beef and a sweet potato, indicating that there was no reason not to eat while having a viable conversation. She tucked her chair closer to the table, though she was obviously not used to the bulge in her belly yet, and seemed to find the whole situation rather frustrating. The truth of the matter was, her appetite was terribly unpredictable lately, and she figured to eat while she was still hungry.
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Post by Avalena Anderson on May 7, 2008 19:29:58 GMT -5
"Yes the world could use more men,"Avalena said pausing, adding quietly "but hopefully they all wont end up being killed by a D.E." Noticing the Professors need to eat, and her own food at the other end of the table, she nodded to Dustin and got up to go eat.
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Post by Dustin A. Drache on May 7, 2008 20:14:35 GMT -5
Among other things, the defense professor seemed to be blessed with quite good hearing, and, halfway between spearing a slice of meat and putting it in her mouth, her eyebrow raised again, those dark eyes watching the woman retreat to her place setting. For a moment, she sat thus, for raised, that inscrutable expression back on her face as she watched the woman at the end of the table before offhandedly addressing the headmaster, “Rather odd sort of woman, Herr Professor. Whatever inspired you to take her on?”
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Post by Severus Snape on May 7, 2008 23:00:33 GMT -5
He heard parts of there words, between the two Lady's he just did not say anything. Once they stopped & Dustin spoke to him he spoke "Yes she is, but she is good at what she does & the students deserve one that can teach them well"
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Post by Dustin A. Drache on May 7, 2008 23:34:27 GMT -5
She inclined her head to that, her voice low and their conversation private, “And she harbors no resentment for you, Herr Professor? I’m no dab hand at divination, but I can tell there’s some conflicting issues with her past and yours.”
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Post by Severus Snape on May 7, 2008 23:37:34 GMT -5
He heard her words "Yes but few here have not had conflicting issus with me at some point"
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Post by Dustin A. Drache on May 7, 2008 23:45:44 GMT -5
She made a motion as if to concede to his point with her head and took another bite of her steak. Like her brother had, she scraped the meat off the tongs of her fork with her teeth, staring forward over the students, her mind obviously lost in thought.
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