Let It Snow

[Professor Carlyle]

((ooc: Inspired by the snow outside (yaaaaay!) and the fact I just saw David Tennant in St Trinian's 2 I feel the need to post this. Everyone and anyone join in, pretty pleaaaase!))

David strolled along the Lawns, watching the students who were revelling in the snowfall and celebrating by pelting each other with snowballs, and dearly wanting to join in. 'No David, you're a teacher, you're supposed to be mature and hate snow because it makes your students hyper!' he had had to force himself to think for the past couple of minutes when quite a lot of the students had finished their lessons and swarmed outside to the lawns for a full-on snowball fight.

Ducking as one missed his ear by inches he spun around to try and find the perpetrator but the amused grin he wore probably ruined the 'stern teachery' vibe he was trying to give off. He was supposed to be doing 'duty' after all, which essentially meant stopping the students from having snowball fights or stop the older ones picking on the first-years. But as it was, David was fairly rubbish at being teachery in this sense so instead he just let out a chuckle, shaking his head slightly as he weaved his wave through the snowballs flying left, right and centre, shoving his hands into his coat pockets to stop himself from gathering up snow himself and joining in with the fights.

[mackenziepattinson]

((ooc: Hehe, yaaaay I love snow too!! Hope you don’t mind Mackenzie, she is totally not stalking him! hehe.))

Mackenzie launched another snowball at her friend Spencer. It hit him right in the chest and he put a hand to his heart as if he were dying, made some sort of gurgling noise and fell backwards into the snow, “You killed me Mac!” he called as if offended as she giggled and dodged another snowball from George, whom she nailed in the stomach.

As she saw Professor Carlyle crossing the lawns however her attention on the game waned. “I’m gonna find Jules okay,” she called to the others before sneaking off through the crowd. Weaving her way through the maze of people and flying snowballs she picked up a soft clump of snow and balled it between her gloved hands before throwing it at David Carlyle. He moved, and it missed his ear, but barely. When he turned around Mackenzie panicked, her eyes widened and she pretended to throw another snowball at someone else. As he continued on however Mackenzie tried again, packing a soft clump of snow into a ball and threw it at Professor Carlyle, it hit him in the shoulder this time.

Then she ran up to him, “Sorry Professor, stray snowball, and really bad aim,” she said, she really had wanted to hit him, the appeal of hitting any teacher with a snowball without getting punished was a temptation she couldn’t pass up. Besides, Mac may or may not have had a wee crush on Professor Carlyle. “Did I ever tell you Professor,” she said eager to say anything to walk with him, “That you look a lot like Doctor Who?” she said, though this was true, and a fact worth telling, she thought.

[Professor Carlyle]

((ooc: Haha of course not, I'm sure David appreciates enthusiastic students. ))

As he felt a snowball crush into his shoulder, the powdery snow falling over his coat he spun round to see the ever delightful Mackenzie Pattinson running over to him. He couldn't help but smile and he raised a hand in greeting, "Hullo Mackenzie," he answered before shaking his head quickly, "Aaah don't worry yourself, it was 'pretty good aim' I'd say... I know some people like to pelt us teachers with snow when given the opportunity. But apparently us teachers aren't allowed to do it back to the students... I'd say that's awfully unfair, wouldn't you?" he asked her conversationally with a mischievous glint in his eyes as he thought of a full-on student vs staff snowball fight. He doubt Headmaster Gayfor would 'condone' it.

Continuing to weave through the students running around (some taking it very seriously, having game plans and what not and others squealing with delight) David looked down at Mackenzie with a raised eyebrow as she said he looked like Doctor Who. "You're telling me I look like The Doctor? Miss Pattinson, I think I love you," he joked with an enthusiastic grin, "Woaaah being compared to the Doctor, I'm flattered, honoured! I'm guessing you're talking about that Scottish bloke, David Tennant, he looks uncommonly like me doesn't he? Yes, I like to assume it is he who looks like me rather than I look like him," he teased with a laugh, "Do you know some kids in one of my classes asked me if I was The Doctor, I just about died with delight... the nerdy fanboy in me, you see," he chattered to her as he would to his friends really. He wasn't too great at the whole student-teacher thing but was making an effort and coming across as the cool, laid back teacher... or at least that's what he was shooting for.

[mackenziepattinson]

“Why not?” Mackenzie asked with a shrug of her shoulders and then nodded in agreement, “I would say that is pretty unfair.” Smiling up at him she noted how cute he looked but tried to shake this thought from her mind, “We should have a students vs staff snowball fight, then it would be fair… well sort of, the teachers would be greatly outnumbered. But at least you’d get to play,” she suggested.

“Yes, you look very much like The Doctor, you have the perfect ‘hair’ and everything,” she beamed with a small laugh as he said he thought he loved her, she loved him too and not in the colloquial sense of the word. “No sweat Prof,” she shrugged as if was no big deal, “Aye, David Tennant, he looks like you, he even gets overly excited like you, I think his energetic nature is rather adorable,” she added almost suggestively as if she were implying that he too was rather adorable. “So, can I call you The Doctor from now on?” she asked with a teasing smile.

[Professor Carlyle]

David scrunched his nose up slightly and shrugged, "Dunno, Mackenzie, I really don't. I think we're supposed to be the mature ones, hmm? We're supposed to set the example by not pelting each other with snow as you are all doing. But I have to say, you're having way more fun than us boring teachers get to have... oh wow we're all 'mature'... fantastic," he joked sarcastically though said in a regular cheerful tone because David couldn't quite manage the dryness that sarcasm required. "I agree!" he enthused as she said it was pretty unfair, before gasping as she suggested the staff vs students fight, "That is precisely what I was thinking! Are you sure you're not reading my mind here, Miss Pattinson?" he asked, raising his eyebrow in joking criticality, "If you do have such powers, I advise you not to read my mind, it's awfully dull and pointless, not a lot besides geeky appreciation for muggle literature."

"Hmmm really?" he asked, looking genuinly surprised for a moment as he ruffled his hair up slightly in jest, pretending to be arrogant about it, before he stuffed his hand back in his coat pocket with a laugh. "Oh believe me, Mack, couldn't sweat in this weather," he joked, a very lame joke admittedly, but he amused himself if nothing else. "Does he really? I do tend to get a wee bit... too enthusiastic don't I? Well, apparently... I mean I don't see what is wrong with a wee bit o' enthusiasm to perk things up a bit on a Monday morning," he commented good humouredly. "So if his energetic nature is 'adorable' does that mean I could be considered 'adorable'?" David questioned, lightly, and not realising just how suggestive Mackenzie was actually being- he was saying it in jest because he'd never think of himself as 'cute' or 'adorable' in any way other than joking. Looking down at her he assumed a thoughtful expression for a moment before a smile grew on his lips again and he held up a hand to stop her for a moment, also halting his stroll across the lawns. Bending down closer he jokingly did a quick, furtive glance around them before saying conspiratorially, "Don't tell anyone but I actually am the Doctor, seriously, TARDIS is in my office," he said with a cheeky wink at her as he straightened again.

[mackenziepattinson]

“But why not teach us how to pelt each other with snow properly, hmm?” Mackenzie asked in a friendly playful manner, and then laughed at his attempt at dry sarcasm; it was still funny coming from someone so cheerful. “Didn’t I tell you, it’s one of my gifts, not only am I vastly knowledgeable about the muggle world but I can read minds too,” she joked. “Really, I think it would be fascinating,” she admitted a little too earnestly pondering over the prospect of reading David’s mind. It would be like looking inside the mind of a genius! “I mean, if I could do that sort of thing,” she added casually.

Mackenzie smirked at his lame joke, “My fingers are starting to become numb from the slushy snow melting through my mittens,” she said holding up the knitted mittens her sister Aurora had made for her as proof that the cold snow really was soaking through the tiny wholes in her gloves. “No, no absolutely not, you are overly enthusiastic, not too enthusiastic, there’s a difference,” she clarified, certain that this was true. “Yep,” Mack answered with a teasingly, albeit slightly sexy, raised eyebrow, “Your catching on Doctor,” she said patting him on the arm jokingly as if she were patronising him.

As he stopped suddenly she halted too. Glancing furtively around them her large bluey-green eyes went a little wider as he leaned toward her conspiratorially. Meanwhile her mind kept chanting ‘Don’t look at his lips, don’t look at his lips,’ as if it were her new mantra of the day. She continued to stare seriously into his eyes but found herself nearly melting into them and tried instead to stay focused on his voice, but the velvety excitement of his tone really didn’t help either. However his words made her break into laughter, “Oh, you are, are you?” she asked teasingly, straightening again, “Well then, if you are the Doctor can I take a look inside your TARDIS sometime? Consider me like your Rose, I could come along for the ride,” she added very much liking that idea.

[Professor Carlyle]

Nodding slowly he smiled at her words, "Wonderful thinking! See now that is the kind of thinking we need at Hogwarts, lovely Miss Pattinson, you uh ever thought of becoming headmistress of the school?" he asked jokingly in a light hearted way. As she joked she was psychic he nodded once more, his expression serious, "Well that's hardly fair is it? The gods have blessed you with two amazing skills- knowledge about muggles and mind reading... that really isn't fair," he claimed with a sad smile before it brightened almost immediately and laughed as she seemed to think reading his mind would be 'fascinating'. "It really wouldn't, I can assure you of that... I blurt out so much rubbish anyway that you wouldn't learn anything new if you read my mind. Well apart from stuff about my clearly dark and evil past which you wouldn't be able to spread around the school even if you wanted to because I'd have to kill you if you did," he joked with a stern look at her, doing his little 'evil' look which didn't exactly look evil enough to be considered serious.

Looking down at her mittened hands as she said her fingers were beginning numb he looked sympathetic, "Well it is indeed dreadfully cold. How about a water repelling charm? That might stop it a little bit? Or else I would prescribe a cup of hot cocoa once you venture inside again," David commented. "Aaaah okay so 'over' and 'too' are different, got it, thanks for that," he said with a joking double thumbs up at her as he chuckled heartily, a chuckle which faded slightly as she answered his teasing statement with the affirmative, claiming he was 'adorable'. "Oh umm that's well that's just... that's fantastic isn't it? That someone... not you obviously but yes others may... well may consider me 'adorable' at some point... wonderful, super, fantastic yes," he stuttered slightly, rolling his eyes at himself as he tried to skip over it- he had just made it awkward when it really shouldn't have been. A handy snowball hit him in the back of the head at that moment and he spun round suddenly, sending a 'teacherly' glare at the perpetrator (a small terrified first year as it would happen) before turning back to Mackenzie as he brushed the snow off his hair, the awkwardness lessened thanks to the interruption.

Relieved to hear Mackenzie laugh he nodded seriously, "Yes I am, but shhh, it's our little secret," he claimed in a hushed tone with another wink for good measure. "Oh I don't know about thaaaat, Miss Pattinson," David said jokingly, playing along with the little scenario and enjoying it perhaps a little too much, "You see, Rose really left me... left me a bit broken hearted and I just can't afford for that to happen again. It was dangerous you see and I ruined her... well I ruined her life didn't I? I couldn't possibly let that happen to anyone else, least of all you," he said with a cheerful smile, adding for clarification, "Or else your brother would kill me, I think."