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Post by Catherine Dunham on Apr 26, 2009 14:40:59 GMT -5
The forest had started to wake up from the winter's silent sleep, and the days was growing longer and warmer. Hogwarts' corridors was filled of a newfound energy, sort of an excited buzz that had only become louder and louder by each day. Spring was here, awake and fresh. However, this particular night was filled of memories from the cold winter. It was darker than usually, with heavy clouds covering the midnight sky and a cold temperature that would even keep the most hard-skinned people inside.
Standing in her office, close to her Herbology classroom on the schools grounds, Catherine Dunham observed the night with a shrug and a cup of tea. A fire cracked in the fireplace but she could still feel the coldness outside as if she was out there, alone and cold.
She had spent most of her day decorating her new office and was quite proud of her job. Everything in her room made of wood was still alive, only, the wood she had used as a desk, chairs and sofa had been... "convinced" to take on another form. Which created the most particular, but very nature-like, furniture. It was as if her desk was a tree that had grown into a desk, and all chairs she used was formed after her exact body to get the best comfort. Plants and trees grew from everywhere and the most beautiful flowers you could ever see hung from the ceilings. It was as if you entered a paradise, created by nature itself. Which it was, only Catherine had helped nature a bit.
Catherine sipped her tea, tasting the flavour, when suddenly, a sound from outside her office's door was heard. Someone was there. Panic and paranoia started to boil inside her. Was it her husband who had come to force her back? Or maybe something... evil the students whispered about? Feeling slightly silly for behaving like a little girl, she went firmly to the door and opened it.
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Ivy Halliwell
Slytherin
[green]7th year Slytherin[/green]
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Post by Ivy Halliwell on Apr 26, 2009 23:49:55 GMT -5
She pulled her hair back into a ponytail, successfully securing her beautiful, blond locks tightly against her head as she walked briskly from the dungeons up to the main floor. She had shed her school uniform earlier on, right after curfew, but now she was clad in pink pajama bottoms and a green tank. Her wand was in her left hand, ready to cast if the need arose, as she stalked the corridors in search of the exit toward the grounds. She had made it just past the Great Hall, and turned the corner down the outer corridor that led past the Flying Instructor's office, toward the Herbology Professor's Office.
Ivy disliked Professor Dunham for one specific reason: She never got her way. With men, they were easy to manipulate for she could push all the right buttons. However, when it came to female professors, or just female obstacles in general, Ivy tended to falter. Professor Dunham, in Ivy's 100 percent honest opinion was pretty, though she would never admit. Too pretty. Ivy disliked that facet to her as well. She had a natural beauty that could be likened to a wood nymph, and perhaps Ivy felt threatened by the Herbology teacher's wiles, if she had any, that is, for Ivy had never witnessed that sort of behavior out of a Professor, presumably due to the professional aspect.
She should have at least lit her wand tip with a Lumos spell, for she could not see very well in the dark, and as she past the Herbology Prof. Office, her foot stepped right into a wooden bucket half full of murky mop water. Recoiling quickly, she fell backwards, sending the bucket forward, spewing its contents out onto the floor in front of her, torchlight off in the distance glimmering in its reflection. On her way down, she managed to throw her right hand out, gripping the mop that had been lain against the wall, and take it down with her as well, with a loud clattering noise.
[green]"Shhhhit!"[/green] She hissed as she sat forward, thrusting her wand out in front of her. She muttered a latin phrase as a small green flash erupted from her wand tip. The bucket flew back into place, collecting the water it had spilled on its way back, and then the mop glided up and resumed its position at the wall. A sliver of yellow light was illuminated on the floor next to her, growing wider as a door was opened behind her. This could only mean one thing, a Professor was still in the office, and had heard her commotion -- commotion after curfew.
Letting out a soft sigh, she put on her best "pouty" face and looked over her shoulder, emitting a "tsch" noise as she got a good look at the professor in front of her, none other than Dunham.
[green]Wonderful...[/green] she thought. [green]...just my luck...[/green]
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Post by Catherine Dunham on Apr 27, 2009 7:19:31 GMT -5
Incredulously, Catherine stared at the student who had caused all the noise. Relieved that it was "just" a student, but still surprised, she lowered her wand and raised an eyebrow at miss Halliwell, wondering what the hell she was doing her by this hour. Probably not something that would be considered allowed, if Catherine knew this Slytherin-girl correct.
When it came to miss Halliwell, Catherine wasn't sure how to feel about her. The girl was amazingly beautiful, if just a bit too young for Catherine's taste, and was indeed a delight to observe during classes. On the other hand, the girl was amazingly aware of the fact the she had good looks and used every chance she could get to manipulate people with them. It was always entertaining to watch how the boys acted around her, and Catherine remembered her own school days when she had dressed pretty much the same.
However, the girl was still a Slytherin to the bone and Catherine couldn't help to feel an urge to smack that arrogant bottom once in a while, to teach the girl some respect to the one who was in charge. It was obvious that the girl didn't like Catherine which made Catherine only more keen on putting the girl down. It was an interesting battle of power where Catherine had the upper-hand - for now.
Tonight, miss Halliwell wasn't dressed in something that revealed a lot of skin, but her pajama. It was an interesting sight. Knowing that the girl would rather eat slugs than come to Catherine for a casual conversation this fine, but cold, evening, it was obvious that she was up to funny business - and Catherine intended to find out exactly was it was. It was way past curfew, even for a girl in her seventh year. It was indeed bad luck for the student.
Arms folded beneath her breasts, Catherine observed the girl with a hard expression. "What are you doing her, girl?" she said harshly, ignoring the sulky face she got back. Ivy Halliwell was almost ten inches taller than her, but right now the power lay with the professor. As it should be.
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