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Feb 26, 2008 22:57:54 GMT -5
Post by Dustin A. Drache on Feb 26, 2008 22:57:54 GMT -5
After slipping away from the roof as the headmaster entered, the tall woman headed with her essay-laden messenger bag to the staff room to finish grading. Setting an unmarked pile to her right, her left hand moved with precision and grace over the surface of each page, leaving comments in handwriting which, while not textbook perfect, had a character of fluid, long lines and strong points. Her glasses lay just above her hand, twists of curls falling into her face as her eyes moved over the written words carefully and impartially.
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Mar 13, 2008 22:01:07 GMT -5
Post by Severus Snape on Mar 13, 2008 22:01:07 GMT -5
Snape moved to leave the roof before moving to the staff room, he though it would be empty. He though wrong, at seeing Dustin he spoke "Should I ask?"
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Mar 16, 2008 23:43:16 GMT -5
Post by Dustin A. Drache on Mar 16, 2008 23:43:16 GMT -5
The woman neither turned her head nor indicated that she had heard him enter, but she didn’t start when he spoke. Her left hand still sweeping in red correction ink over the essays, one dark eyebrow arched itself at his rather snarky greeting. For a moment she did not respond, finishing the side note being written in the margin of the homework. Then, she turned the page, eyes almost all black pupil and scanning the new material as she answered his question with one of her own.
“Herr Professor, I must ask, are you insufferable on principle, or can you simply not bear to leave me in quiet solicitude because I am the only member of the faculty who does not end up in shouting matches with you?” As cold and vicious as the actual words were, her voice was still that perfectly mezzo pitched, exotically flavored delight of accent, professional, even respectful. Her eyebrows remained raised, and her face was neither smug nor contrite. If anything, she was absorbed in her grading.
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Mar 17, 2008 1:08:53 GMT -5
Post by Severus Snape on Mar 17, 2008 1:08:53 GMT -5
"I have no principle or principles" He waited for her words he spoke simply as if the answer should be known, if it was true or not was left to be decided.
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Mar 17, 2008 11:50:13 GMT -5
Post by Dustin A. Drache on Mar 17, 2008 11:50:13 GMT -5
She rolled her black eyes with a withering gaze as she turned to him, the expression telling him straight up either that she wasn’t buying it, or that he was being an unmitigated idiot. “Having no principles is a principle, Herr Professor. Continually attempting to make yourself more intimidating by asserting your inhumanity at the most ridiculous of moments is a principle. Retreating to taciturn and waspish comments that, if you thought about them for a second before letting them spew forth from your mouth, make no sense,” she leveled her gaze to his, “is a principle.”
Her quill scratched something of an admonishment across the surface of he essay before she continued, “Attempting to divert the conversation away from a question you don’t wish to answer is also a principle, Herr Professor, and one which I’d rather you not employ. It was quite a simple question.”
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Mar 17, 2008 11:59:19 GMT -5
Post by Severus Snape on Mar 17, 2008 11:59:19 GMT -5
"Useing my words aginst me, I am flatered" He looked at her as his eyes grew colder "Perhaps I just like the idea of putting you on edge & making you upset"
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Mar 17, 2008 12:12:42 GMT -5
Post by Dustin A. Drache on Mar 17, 2008 12:12:42 GMT -5
“Perhaps,” she replied, her voice warming enough to balance out the cold of his gaze, “you’d be better off knowing that that won’t happen, Herr Professor. I employ my penchant for inhuman self control while in your presence, and you might find yourself less than pleased with the results, should you manage to crack me.” The friendly calm of her voice was most definitely an indicator of her appreciation of his honesty. “If the thought of me on edge and upset pleases you, though, please, by all means, continue to make an asinine fool of yourself in my presence. I do find your company thus quite enjoyable.” Her expression and tone of voice was inscrutable, but something said she was either being completely serious about it, or laughing like a hyena inside.
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Mar 17, 2008 12:22:33 GMT -5
Post by Severus Snape on Mar 17, 2008 12:22:33 GMT -5
"Perhaps but I do like a challenge" His voice was if anything serous. "If you find my company at all inviting, you would be the first & many would think you insane just for saying it" His voice as serous as well, lased with a bit of sarcasm.
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Mar 17, 2008 12:30:07 GMT -5
Post by Dustin A. Drache on Mar 17, 2008 12:30:07 GMT -5
Those eyes, black as his own at the moment, flickered up to his face as her hand thoughtlessly scrawled the intended note to the student about his work. Then, of all the ridiculous things to do, she winked at him. She did it only once, and it was quick, but couldn’t be missed. Once again it was impossible to tell if she had done it conspiratorially or if she was making fun of him. “They wouldn’t be the first.”
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Mar 17, 2008 12:35:08 GMT -5
Post by Severus Snape on Mar 17, 2008 12:35:08 GMT -5
At her wink he was taken a bit off guard he easily masked him self from giving any real sign of anything. At her words he spoke "And with any doubt, they will not be the last" His last words where cold, as it to be an insult.
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Mar 17, 2008 12:54:14 GMT -5
Post by Dustin A. Drache on Mar 17, 2008 12:54:14 GMT -5
The woman turned back to him with the patience of a saint and said, “I thought we’d already covered the, ‘You won’t hurt my feelings no matter how hard you try,’ part of the conversation, Herr Professor. We are both agreed that my sanity has been and will probably quite frequently continue to be called into question. I can only surmise that we are both agreed that I am not insane, as that you would not have hire a madwoman of my not inconsiderable power to be around children. I will presume that that was intended as a well-placed and well-meant warning as to what to expect from a gentleman of senior years and greater world experience, and so I thank you, Herr Professor Snape.” Oh this dark-haired sylph of a witch was maddening in more ways than one.
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Mar 17, 2008 12:57:50 GMT -5
Post by Severus Snape on Mar 17, 2008 12:57:50 GMT -5
He saw her retaliation to his words he was not surprised by them "I might be of senior years and greater world experience, as to give me title of gentleman I do not think it was to go so far"
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Mar 17, 2008 13:09:59 GMT -5
Post by Dustin A. Drache on Mar 17, 2008 13:09:59 GMT -5
“And I do not think you give yourself nearly enough credit, Herr Professor. I have never known you to be anything less than a gentleman. Perhaps a petty, sly gentleman far too clever at wriggling out of trouble for his own good, but I doubt I would respect you half as much if you weren’t so.” Oh she was a nasty little piece of work, offering a sugar-coated dig with less thought than it was taking her to grade those papers, and yet somehow there was something undeniably attractive about the way she was turning each and every one of his increasingly pathetic attempts to break her against him and throwing him off balance.
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Mar 17, 2008 13:19:30 GMT -5
Post by Severus Snape on Mar 17, 2008 13:19:30 GMT -5
"In your dreams, I think you have been dreaming, if it would only be in such dreams & fantasy would any of that be close to being true. As for the respect I doubt it is as you say, no I see it being more along the lines that we tolerate each other"
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Mar 17, 2008 13:32:09 GMT -5
Post by Dustin A. Drache on Mar 17, 2008 13:32:09 GMT -5
“You wrong me, Herr Professor.” She didn’t really look hurt, she was more than obviously not joking, and something said she was being far too political and polite about it all. “Doubting my sanity is one thing, but saying I’d lie to your face is quite another. I neither quantified nor qualified the respect I have for you.” What a sneaky and underhanded way to deliver a compliment, and Slytherin to the core. “I merely said my respect would be less than halved if you were not the sort of man you are. Take it as you will.”
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