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| Tanille Caedes | Dec 18 2007, 09:06 PM Post #1 |
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Music Instructor
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Truth be told, since her return to Hogwarts, Tanille had felt like more of an outcast than ever before. It was true what they said: you can go back, but things are never the same. Hundreds of nameless faces of students far younger than she could be seen wandering down the halls towards their classes. The few professors she’d caught glimpses of since her arrival were unbeknownst to her. She felt like she was a stranger in her own home, trapped between the memories of what she used to know and the obvious change that now presented itself to her. It was the same but different. Familiar but inconsistent. This surreal feeling of being stuck in limbo had caused the blonde woman to retreat to her classroom and office, the only places she could think of that wouldn’t cause any sort of tug-o-war game within her mind. When she had been a student here, she’d never set foot within the two rooms, therefore they were places where new memories could form and not be in constant battle with the old ones. It was a shallow comfort, but it was all she had at this very moment. And when you’re alone, your comfort and security is all you really have to hold onto. The heels of purple vinyl pumps clicked across the cold stone ground as the curvaceous, pale blonde slipped into the Musicology classroom and shut the solid wood door behind her. With a deep breath she wandered through the class to the back of the room, where another door stood. It was painted silver, with a tiny glass window near the top to peer through. It led into her office, which was decorated much like the classroom, only it housed a more messy desk and a black leather couch with matching chairs. To go inside was tempting, but when she realized that no students currently occupied the room, the woman hastily settled for sprawling across the top of the empty desk at the front of the room. She sang to herself softly, melodious voice like an angel mixing in with the rough and heavy voice of the singer in the playing music. It brought her back to all the times she’d skipped class to play guitar in an empty room, or out on the school lawns. The more she remembered, the harder and harder it was to realize she was back here and that everything was different. She was older, not necessarily wiser, but she knew a thing or two now. People had changed like she had. You couldn’t go back, but oh, reminiscing caused such a heart ache. Yet, it was unavoidable and she couldn’t merely run away from it to abandon the gentle ache in her chest. She had nowhere else to go. Nothing else to do. This was it. The heavy feeling in her chest, the disoriented feeling in her head, the butterflies in her stomach. That’s what she had now. And it was better than nothing. Adjusting her black satin skirt, she let her feet dangle off the edge of the desk as she folded her arms behind her head. Laying down, stretched out across the polish wood surface, allowed a little more breathing room in the black vinyl corset that wrapped itself tightly around her tiny torso and curvaceous chest. It was relief she wasn’t aware she had needed, but the deeper breaths seemed to clear her cloudy mind. The surge of extra oxygen appeared to have the opposite effect it usually did, and Tanille found herself succumbing to the tired, mindless state that crept up on her. The sound of the scratching chalk against the chalkboard and soothing rock music where a devious lullaby that threatened to have her napping in minutes. Yet, despite the fact she knew better than to lay there and let herself doze off, she couldn’t bring herself to move. Even when the sound of the opening classroom door momentarily broke through her hazy mind, Tanny didn’t move a muscle and violently green eyes never left the black ceiling. Her lips did mutter a small ‘hello’, though it was quite obvious whoever had joined her would have needed brilliant hearing to even notice her lips had moved. |
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| Nathan Helsing | Dec 28 2007, 11:11 PM Post #2 |
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6th Year Student/ Slytherin
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Since when in the world did Nathan Helsing become a messenger boy? Within his arms he carried a rather heavy basket, filled with chocolates and other assortments of knick-knacks. The young asian boy couldn't complain though--if this was Professor Eucharistia's idea for detention, then Helsing wouldn't complain. Usually his detentions were mostly cleaning out the cauldrons for the next class or meticulously re-aranging his numerous potion ingredients alphabetically. Anyway, the heavy basket was covered by a violet cloth, with silver stars sewn into it. He pushed the heavy doors open. He had heard of having a new Musicology Professor, and he smirked brilliantly himself. In years previous, he had enjoyed toying with the Professors that taught this subject. Maybe specifically because it was a class that the young Helsing boy would never take. It wouldn't have helped him in the future, and coming right down to it, music was nothing but math anyway. His ears were bombarded with a rock music which he chose to ignore. Light brown eyes glanced around, only to see the Professor sleeping on her desk. He smirked, thinking to himself. She didn't look that much older than some of the newer Professors here. Heavy black boots walked across the floor. He didn't even notice her mouth a hello. The young deviant asian was much too absorbed in his own thoughts--besides, she didn't look like much of a threat, anyway. Gracelessly, and with purpose, Nathan put the basket filled with goodies on the Professor's desk. "Professor Eucharistia asked me to drop this by. He said that he was sorry he wasn't able to see you, but that he'd come and see you later or something like that." Was she still going to sleep through that entire thing? Oh well. He'd slip out anyway. There were things he needed to do instead of kill time. OOC: Sorry it's short, babe. ;; |
“Morality and justice don't really suit me. Words like that and what comes out of asses are surprisingly similar.”--Nathan Helsing
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| Tanille Caedes | Dec 29 2007, 06:08 AM Post #3 |
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Music Instructor
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((OOC: Hope you don't mind my short post, either.)) Only when the other person in the room made a rather flagrant show of placing something on her desk, did Tanille even blink. Taking a deep breath, she readied herself to sit up, only to refrain from doing so when the voice of a boy relayed a rather lazy message to her. "Professor Eucharistia asked me to drop this by. He said that he was sorry he wasn't able to see you, but that he'd come and see you later or something like that." The blonde furrowed her brow and chewed on her bottom lip in brief contemplation. Professor Eucharistia? The name was far too strange to ever. Conveniently, it matched the very person it belonged to quite nicely, making both horribly unforgettable. Memories of a small and shy Hufflepuff boy, a couple years younger than she, swam through her mind. Heck, they'd had some pretty strange moments together in the past. To forget him would be like forgetting her own name. Some things you just couldn't erase from your memory. Remembering that the boy had called him 'professor' brought an outrageous grin to her face. What on Earth could Note possibly be teaching here? Finally she showed some sign of competent mobility, pulling herself into a sitting position using the muscles in her stomach instead of her arms --which, funnily enough, gave her the look of something dead raising from it's grave. Sliding her legs underneath her so she was kneeling atop the desk, her emerald eyes made two quick movements. One to the basket beside her, the other to the boy who had delivered it. Just as quickly as they had been glanced at where they comprehended. A basket of treats. A boy who looked like he didn't want to be there. "He either bribed you or you did something wrong." She smirked, stating this more to herself than the student. Reaching over, fingers snapped away the violet cloth to reveal quite the basket. Clearly Nostradamus didn't skimp on the welcome baskets. She giggled to herself when she imagined the vast contents of what an "I'm sorry" basket could contain. Picking up a prettily wrapped chocolate, she offered it to the unfortunate delivery boy with a look that clearly told him he was to take it and enjoy it. Even if he were to pretend. "Next time you see him, tell him to stop enslaving his students." She nodded playfully, tucking a spiralling strand of white-blonde hair behind her ear and crawling off her desk. When her feet hit the floor she placed the cloth back on the basket and rearranged her clothing. |
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| Nathan Helsing | Dec 29 2007, 08:51 AM Post #4 |
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6th Year Student/ Slytherin
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Nathan leaned himself against the Professor's desk and loosened the Slytherin tie around his neck, which was adorned with several pins and random buttons. It was apparent he had a bit of a fetish for silver, since most of the little ornaments were made of that particular material. Getting him to wear this damnable uniform was hard enough, so he figure he'd bastardize it just within the range of decency. Glancing over at her, he realized that she was just now waking up. What was the deal with the sudden hiring in of all of these women? Covington, Rain, and now her? To make matters worse, they weren't that far apart in age. And they all had different hair colors. He silently wondered if a little fairy named individuality had suddenly slapped the female gender across the face. Watching her raise reminded her of a zombie though. Oh wow. That would be interesting. A zombie teaching music. He could hear a chorus of people singing, "Brainsssssss" in unison. Now THAT would be a sight to see. But she wasn't a zombie, or anything interesting like that. She was just another Professor, and judging from the track record of all the other Professors before her, she'd probably disappear into the abyss like the rest of them. "He either bribed you or you did something wrong." "Detention," he yawned. Considering who had given him the detention though, it wasn't much of one. Very rarely did Professor Eucharistia give out detentions. It was only when Nostradamus needed to have something done and when he didn't have time when when he passed it out like candy. Or, if a student was particularly bad, he'd send the student over to Professor Iscariot. Merlin knew that Iscariot could find something for a misbehaving student to do on a whim. "Next time you see him, tell him to stop enslaving his students." She handed him the chocolate, and he put his hand up in a gesture that said no. After all. Who took candy from a stranger? "He rarely does it," he shrugged. |
“Morality and justice don't really suit me. Words like that and what comes out of asses are surprisingly similar.”--Nathan Helsing
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| Tanille Caedes | Dec 30 2007, 03:05 AM Post #5 |
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Music Instructor
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"Fair enough." Placing the chocolate back on the desk with a small shrug, the slender blonde eyed the student carefully, green eyes briefly but very thouroughly taking in his appearance. He wasn't the oddest person she'd ever seen, but there was something about him that promised downright destruction if you got in his way. She could have been terribly wrong, but that's the vibe he gave off. Still, she didn't seem to look too concerned with the boy. "Anyways, I'm Tanille." She smiled half-heartedly offering him a hand she was pretty sure he wouldn't shake. The slender fingers of her other hand played with the silver star pendant that hung on a delicate chain around her neck. 'Tanille' seemed like good a name as any to refer to her by. 'Miss Caedes' reminded her of being punished by the potions professor in her days as a student and 'Professor Caedes' may very well be the death of her. Despite her age of nearly thirty, Tanille still felt 17 at heart and calling her by any sort of title seemed like a sure-fire way to remind herself of how old she really was. And how mature she was supposed to be. Kicking off her heels and leaving them in the middle of the class, she wandered back over to the desk and hopped up. The woman had an airy way about her, as if she drifted from thought process to actions unexplicably. The way she did things didn't always seem practical or logical. Like kicking off her shoes. Or constantly going back and forth between standing on the ground and sitting on the desk. Most of what she did was merely impulsive. Not always thought out. "When I was a student here, I lived in detention." Tani smirked, knowing full-well the boy probably wasn't listening. Still, it was sort of fun, albeit painful, to reminisce. "If I wasn't running through the halls in my underwear, I was pissing off the teachers. I was a horrible prefect, too. Used the badge as an excuse to stay out of bed after hours and mess around." A small giggle followed her words. "It's amazing how quickly you loose that spark, you know? You end up becoming a bore. A little chaos is good for the soul. Remember that." The blonde swung her legs back and forth for a moment, like a child on a swing before finally looking up from the ground she hadn't realized she'd been paying attention to. "Well, thanks for dropping this by --just let Professor Eucharistia know I appreciate it, kay?" She gave the boy a nod that could be taken as a gesture of thanks and a casual dismissal should he choose to leave. |
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