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Post by Professor Carlyle on Jan 8, 2010 13:52:20 GMT -6
David weaved his way through the Entrance Hall where gaggles of nervous students stood, undoubtedly waiting for the arrival of their dates so they could enter the Great Hall together. Taking in the splendour of the Great Hall with its icy, festive decorations his happy grin grew into one that was positively overjoyed- you had to have an appreciation for some good old spell work after all. David had ended up doing very little to help the other staff get the Great Hall ready for that evening because apparently dancing around with tinsel while alternating between humming and singing Auld Lang Syne was not helpful. That was news to David who'd been doing much the same for years to help his family prepare the house for New Years' parties. Still there was very little merit in a Muggle Studies professor when it came to fancy spell-work and Charms, so he'd just stood around being more of a hindrance than a help. Overall he thought the delightfully patient Isabella Paigi looked rather pleased to send him off with the suggestion to change into his tux. He'd obliged. Wandering aimlessly around the groups of students who had made it through to the Hall he eyed the punch ball and snacks table immediately, suspecting foul play would happen at some point in the evening but it was just a case of when- what fun! Instead he grinned and waved at some of his more enthusiastic students who greeted him with a 'Sup Prof?' as he passed by, before casually shoving his hands into his trouser pockets. He was sincerely hoping that him wandering around and giving students a teacherly 'yes I am watching you, behave' look every so often would be sufficient enough from him that evening. ((ooc: He looks like this, just fyi.))
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Post by Lillian Turner on Jan 8, 2010 15:44:47 GMT -6
Lillian wasnt going to attend the New Years Ball, she just didnt like to dress formally but her sister Rose had heard of it and had sent her a dress citing that it was "made for you, Lil...its you in dress form" then there was a dare that she wouldnt do it so of course...Lillian had to do it. The dress wasnt Lillian at all, it wasnt dangerous and exciting but it was different and she knew the 'fashionable' crew would hate it and possibly ridicule her, this alone made her determined to go to the Ball, she hated people thinking her weak and she loved to wear anything that was different. Walking through the Hall, Lillian waved to the few people that acknowledged her before finding herself next to the Muggle Studies professor, looking dapper in a black suit. "Dont you find it strange that as soon as someone mentions 'formal', we all flock to monotone?" she asked with a tilt of her head, motioning to her own dress which was black with white bows on it. Playing with her hair, it was dramatically shorter than it had been and she was still not used to it, "So...what lucky Professor is your date then Sir? Freeman or Binns?" she teased, raising her eyebrow at him as she continued to play with her hair, hoping she hadnt missed any long bits at the back because of course, she'd cut it herself. (ooc. Lillian's outfit & new hairstyle.)
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Post by Professor Carlyle on Jan 8, 2010 16:28:06 GMT -6
David looked down as a certain Miss Turner spoke beside him and nodded with a mock-sombre grimace, "I know, terrible show really, we're all rather depressing, like we're going to a funeral..." he commented as his gaze lingered thoughtfully on the students who were filtering slowly into the Hall. "Though I must say, Lillian, your hair makes things rather more colourful, which is always good," he said, his usual huge smile returning again as he quickly dropped the gloomy act.
Then, his eyebrow raising dramatically at her next question he snorted loudly and shook his head, "I'm afraid that rumour has already been the subject of gossip about... oh I don't know... twenty years ago? Showing my age now, aye?" he remarked good naturedly- to be fair he hadn't exactly helped matters along to prove he was straight when he was at school since the girls he liked had always been the popular ones who he'd been terrified of. And there was those couple of drunken kisses with guy friends but only for a bet! "Nah, well, Freeman only wishes he could get with this," David said in joking arrogance, pointing smugly at himself before he laughed shortly, he could never understand men who were seriously that egotistical about themselves. "Dare I ask if you have a date, Miss Turner, or are you doing the sensible thing by deciding men are worthless and not necessary on your arm for this ball?" he asked lightly.
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Post by Lillian Turner on Jan 8, 2010 17:01:55 GMT -6
Smiling as he complimented her hair, Lillian ruffled it and nodded her head "I do love this colour, I went a reddy shade once and it was nice but this is more me. Im originally blonde...very bland if you ask me. People say blondes have more fun but I feel the need to disagree, I mean how many blondes have you seen having as much fun as I do?" she held her hands up and shook her head, "Exactly...none, because they're all too worried about breaking a nail or smudging their fake tans" she scoffed, shaking her head at a group of blonde clones gathered in a group, each one giggling more falsely than the last.
Now it was her turn to snort, she shook her head at him, "No offence Sir but Professor Freeman could get you so easily, I mean look at him! He's got the brains and the looks and a personality to die for and he's intellligent..." she trailed off, before smiling sheepishly, "Thats what I hear the others saying about him" she shrugged nonchalantly, acting as if she wasnt Professor Freeman's biggest fan though she's sure that everyone had heard about her halloween costume as Mrs Freeman, the Professor included.
"Nah, no date for me...I frankly dont have time to give a toss about someone else when theres so much adventure and fun out there. Theres plenty of time for me to do that dating thing when Im all old and in my 30s" she shrugged her shoulders, she had wanted to ask Justin along but she didnt like to admit she felt more than friendship for him, she was sure he'd rather someone more quiet & less fun.
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Post by Professor Carlyle on Jan 8, 2010 17:13:52 GMT -6
David nodded with a grin, "It's lovely, very unusual... in a good way, you know... I don't mean it's unusual equalling bad I mean unusual equalling rather splendid... or awesome... yougetthepicture," he muttered quickly, having no idea why he'd tripped over his words. Probably something to do with the fact that when you talked as fast as he did and blurted out the first thing that came to mind, it was an unfortunate side affect to have to go back and clarify that you didn't mean offence... just in case. "I would also agree with you that blondes don't have nearly as much fun as people make out. I'm sorry but, brunette is clearly the way to go," he joked, pointing at his own hair jokingly with an easy laugh. "Then again, you do tend to have a lot of fun while getting into trouble with the Headmaster, hmmm?" he commented, looking down at her in his version of a 'stern teacher face' that was anything but stern, really.
His eyebrow raised even more- for David that was very possible- as he regarded Lillian as she answered and then smiled rather sheepishly. He suspected the girl had a little fondness for Geoff but he usually was completely wrong with these kind of things so he left it well enough alone, merely nodding unconvinced as at her explanation. "Oh, right well, aye, of course people say that and you just happen to have heard it," he said before, unable to help himself, he winked knowingly at her with a kind smile. He thought it was beyond cute that she seemed to like Professor Freeman.
Chuckling heartily then at her response David countered, "Oh so thirty is old then? Thank you Miss Turner for that awfully disappointing remark!" he joked with a shake of his head. "But I do agree that you should have fun while you're 'not old' and all thaaaat but then again I'm not exactly one to preach about fun... or dating for that matter," he commented thoughtfully for a moment then before shrugging it off. "So, come on then, I'll bet you're an expert at this kind of thing... how long before that punch is spiked?" he questioned conversationally, gesturing over to the drinks table.
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Post by Professor Freeman on Jan 10, 2010 13:24:26 GMT -6
(ooc: He looks something like this!) Geoff took a second to adjust his tie in the reflection of a giant silver bauble adorning the entrance to the Great Hall. He was, quite honestly, looking more put-together than he had in years. He spotted David, waved and cheerfully quipped, "Hullo lover!" before jokingly standing next to the other professor like they were on some marvelous date, having no idea that David and Lillian had been joking about the exact same thing just moments before. He crossed one foot over the other and rubbed his chin with one hand. "Does your face ever get cold?" Geoff asked offhandedly. He had shaved his beard over the holiday in a cathartic New Year's ritual, and was having some difficulty getting used to it. He turned to Lillian and nodded a small hello. Geoff had made himself willfully ignorant of the girl's crush on him, he figured she just really liked Arithmancy, which, really... who wouldn't?! "Aaaah, I finally marked those papers from last month, and I wanted to tell you excellent job, really, gold star!" (He then made a gesture that could only be described as "jazz hands".) Geoff raised his eyebrows and looked between Lillian and David, waiting to be let in on whatever exciting conversation was going down.
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Post by Lillian Turner on Jan 10, 2010 16:02:37 GMT -6
Giving a soft laugh, Lillian shook her head at her Professor and smiled at him "Chiiiiiill! I know what you meant, if you'd said it in a snotty tone then we'd be 3 spells into a duel by now but its coolios Sir...I know how awesome you think I am!" she gave what could only be described as an overly smarmy grin before raising an eyebrow at the Professor, her hand on her hip she shook her head.
"Oh no you did not just say brunettes were better! If anything, those who break the shackles of societys hair restrictions have more fun...you never look at someone with this colour of mop top and think, 'Oh look at that boring bugger, bet she's miserable', my hair screams 'LIKE OH EM GEE, IM MORE FUN THAN AN ONION IN A SOCK' and you know, its true...I am" she nodded her head, putting her hands back down as she had been gesturing wildly with them.
"Thats what they say and thats what I heard" she nodded her head, her smile saying otherwise but she wasnt about to admit having feelings that werent pure-adrenalin-rush and omg-so-excited. Giving an apologetic look to the Muggle Studies professor, she shrugged "Im just a young thing, every second feels like an hour to me and theres just so much time to have adventures and fun that I have no concept on what is and what isnt old...you dont look like you could be in your 30s...I thought you were like, 25 at a push" she nodded her head, never staying still for second as she fidgeted and danced on the spot. "Punch is spiked already...though I cannot divulge how this is known to me, if I tell you...I'd have to kill you" she nodded solemnly before smiling as she noticed Professor Freeman approaching.
"And here you were saying that he couldnt get you, I knew I was right!" she laughed, giving her favourite Professor a cute wave rather than her usual thumbs up. "You look very dapper tonight Sir, yet really morbid" she nodded before punching the air with a loud woo accompanying it. "What has 2 thumbs and is awesome? This girl!" she hitched her thumbs towards herself, doing a celebratory dance at the news she'd done well in Prof. Freeman's class.
(ooc. Sorry its SO long & Lillian = puddle on the floor, lol)
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Post by Professor Carlyle on Jan 11, 2010 12:30:32 GMT -6
David smiled sheepishly as she brushed his stuttering away, "Good, I shall chill, thanks for that... it's just you know I've gotten myself into a looooot of trouble before with babbling. And I'm doing it again now... shut up David!" he rolled his eyes at himself before chuckling as she said she was awesome. "Right, sure, just..." he leaned down, glancing round him in a paranoid way, "Just don't tell people about how awesome I think you are because, you know, I'm a teacher so I can't be seen to have favourites," he said in a mock serious tone, his eyes widening dramatically as he said this before his smile grew once again as he just couldn't keep the joking up. "I so totally did, as if blondes think they're like all that!" he added in an overly bitch valley girl voice before he faltered and his brow furrowed in confusion. Maybe this is why people thought he was a bit camp at times, and therefore possibly gay? Food for thought. David shook this off with a laugh and nodded at Lillian's words, "Aye, you're right, you're so much more fun that... what was it... an onion in a sock?" he agreed with a lingering smile of amusement at the girl's frantic hand gestures which reminded him a little of his own when his train of thought got going and spun wildly out of control as it so often did. Nodding slightly, he smiled in a friendly manner and replied, "Of course, I get it, that's just what 'people' sometimes say," he said innocently though he figured she knew that he knew that she really did like Geoff. Shrugging it off he remarked, "Wellll I can certainly understand that, Miss Turner, and wooooow a compliment! Smoooooooth... nice save there!" he enthused with a grin at her which faltered slightly as she said the punch was already spiked. Looking teacherly for all of... oh a couple of seconds... he soon relented and sighed, "Well how about you pretend you didn't tell me anything about it at all, just pretend I didn't even ask, aye? That way I can turn a blind eye to it and when Gayfor says 'why didn't you do anything' I can say 'but Headmaster, magnificent Headmaster, I honestly didn't know anything about it, your kingliness'..." he suggested good humouredly. David's attention was then caught as his fellow Professor joined them and greeted him with a wave. "Speak of the devil," he commented to Lillian before grinning at Geoff, continuing the joke, "Hey babe," he winked at him in a jokingly flirty way before saying seriously, wide-eyed, "But I thought we were keeping, you know, 'us' a secret?" he asked in mock surprise before dropping the act with his usual cheerful grin as he looked between Lillian and Geoff. At Geoff's question he raised a hand to his chin and rubbed it for a second, deep in thought, "Hmmm not really... I grow a beard sometimes, just as a little project, and I can honestly say the surface temperature of my face does not change. Of course other variables may affect it, it's hardly ever a fair test so the results will have some anomalies," he commented very seriously in a 'science teacher' kind of way before adding with a chuckle, "Plus you know, the good ol' sideburns keep my face toasty warm." Smiling to himself as Lillian and Geoff talked he looked suspiciously at his fellow Professor before nodding, "Dapper, that's the word, hey lover you're looking 'dapper'," he commented before laughing softly at the girl's celebratory dance. "Well on that very fine note, I am off to sample that punch that so is not spiked, to my knowledge, right Miss Turner?" he said purposefully with a knowing smile, "Catch you two cats later," he said, holding his hand up in a goodbye wave before heading off through the crowds of students. He wasn't that eager to try any kind of spiked punch really as he wasn't a huge fan of alcohol anyway but supposed that students couldn't have really spiked it that badly- oh how naive he still was! ((ooc: Hehe sorry it's long. Oh and David just had to leave Geoff and Lillian standing together, haha. ))
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Post by Professor Freeman on Jan 25, 2010 16:34:32 GMT -6
"Look, people need to know about us," Geoff spoke in a serious voice, looking to David earnestly. "I wish I knew how to quit you."
He grinned and nodded at Lillian, jokingly confirming that obviously he could get David if he wanted to, come on! Geoff raised his own hand to his face and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Sideburns, interesting hypothesis. I shall test it and get back to you with the results post-haste."
As David walked towards the almost certainly spiked punch bowl, Geoff waved goodbye and, once he was out of earshot, turned to Lillian and joked, "And that... is the last we'll see of Professor Carlyle until four hours from now when someone finds him on the roof of the castle reenacting the pivotal scene from Dune."
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Post by Lillian Turner on Jan 26, 2010 12:08:05 GMT -6
Listening to the Professors joking about their 'relationship', Lillian couldnt help but chuckle to herself, she really enjoyed the sense of humour the Professor's shared. "Do you two want to get a room? Just ignore the video camera in the corner" she joked with a wink, tapping her chin as if she was thinking of a great plan.
"Dont drink too much of the punch Sir...just...trust me" she nodded her head, giving him a wave before looking up to Professor Freeman, "You suit not having a beard, its nice...your non beard face" she complimented before blushing slightly, "Your face is nice with a beard as well...I mean...you have a nice face...hairy or not. I wish I could grow a beard" she stroked her chin, feeling a bit like an idiot and a typical girly girl which just wasnt Lillian.
"Im pretty sure that is exactly how it'll play out...I say we film it and blackmail him, you in?" she smiled up at him in questioning, dancing from side to side as she gave a thumbs up to people she knew.
(ooc. Sorry she's lame...I have no excuse apart from being lame)
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Post by Professor Freeman on Jan 28, 2010 18:44:44 GMT -6
(ooc: Not at all, she's awesome! <3)
"Oh, er... thank you?" Geoff said, drawing his eyebrows together quizzically. He really wished she'd stop looking at him like that.
Shaking his head, he put a hand to his chin thoughtfully. "Oh, blackmail is such an ugly word... I prefer extortion," Geoff spoke. "Wow, hey, never thought I'd have a chance say that in real life! Though actually, I was thinking of marketing it as a Dune sequel, do it on the black market, find some desperate fanboys. Because I must say, my dear friend David does a fine sandworm impression and probably has more acting experience than Sting, so." He raised both his hands in a way that said so that's that.
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Post by professorgreen on Jan 28, 2010 19:32:50 GMT -6
(ooc: Professor Green looks like this! WHOOO HOT NORAH IN THE HOUSE) Norah stood by the food and drink table with her eyes narrowed -- partly because she was perpetually suspicious of those damn kids and their shenanigans, and partly because without her glasses, it was very difficult to see. She had taken it upon herself to guard the punch, and was a bit put out that hexing students was considered "inappropriate"... it was for their own good, honestly! Quite differently attired from her normal day-to-day look, she nevertheless had a giant magical instant camera around her neck, and when she saw David Carlyle approaching (more accurately, she squinted and recognized a thinnish shape with vaguely pointy hair on top) she raised the camera and snapped a picture. "Aaah, look at you in your big boy suit!" Norah enthused excitedly... she did like to tease that guy. "Wait, no, before you come near the punch I have to confirm your identity. Security measure. Say something only the real David Carlyle would say, please." (ooc: hope Norah's okay! She was sitting around not being played, and it was v. tragic and so on)
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Post by Professor Carlyle on Jan 28, 2010 19:43:37 GMT -6
Blinking in confusion, David's brow furrowed before a grin slowly formed, despite Norah's teasing. "Mm hmm, mummy said I look lovely!" he replied back jokingly in a child-like way with wide eyes full of boyish innocence. "So why the accessory of a camera? For bribery purposes in the future or to blind the students?" he asked thoughtfully as he glanced down at said camera. And then he also noticed just how... different she looked. And a good kind of different, not strange/bad kind of different. He'd be lying if he said that he wasn't staring, and of course then that resulted in him blushing slightly, scratching his head awkwardly for a moment to try and stop himself from blatantly staring at her any more. 'Jeez at least be subtle, David!' his mind said, and if a mind could roll its eyes, oh boy David's was at that moment.
At her request he barely paused to think before quoting, "In the beginning the Universe was created. This has made a lot of people very angry and been widely regarded as a bad move," he concluded with a sure nod of his head to say that's that. "Do I pass the test to confirm my identity? Or do you need me to launch into my set piece discussion on how crap the Tenth Doctor was?" he asked with a lingering smile.
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Post by Lillian Turner on Jan 28, 2010 20:24:17 GMT -6
Shaking her head and holding up a hand, Lillian smiled "Totally welcome Dude..dont mention it" before making an O shape with her mouth and nodding her head with an impressed look on her face.
"Extortion! Oooh extortion, thats fun to say!" she mouthed the word over again before looking side to side suspiciously before leaning in and speaking out the side of her mouth, looking very much like a gangster from a bad film, "Strictly confidential and totally off record, I know the black market very well and...I have contacts. Deal me in, 60:40 to me and I'll hook you up with a sweet deal" she gave an exaggerated wink before frowning slightly. "If you were going to change your name to a single word, why Sting? I'd change mine to Kablammo, Whoosh, Pow...something with a little oomph behind it." she shrugged her shoulders, "Hi...my name's Extortion...that works, I sound like a cyborg!" she exclaimed before doing robot moves, albeit rather badly.
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Post by professorgreen on Jan 30, 2010 15:04:01 GMT -6
Norah tapped her camera and nodded at David. "Is that a veiled reference to my diabolical plan to inflict blindness on all individuals with perfect vision, as well as everyone who called me 'four-eyes' in school? Because if so... then god bless you sir, you've been reading my blog!"
Her mouth slowly curved into a smile at David's quote. She didn't like to admit that she found him terribly charming, but, well... he was. "Alright, you're either the real David Carlyle or the ghost of Douglas Adams. Luckily for you, I'm comfortable with both of those options," she spoke before making a small noise and arm motion like a security shield going up, because despite the outfit and hair styling, she was still the same nerdy Norah Green as ever. "Come on now, if you're just going to recite sci-fi opinions we both agree on, well, all that proves is that you're not Geoff."
She moved herself to the side and leaned against the table, motioning to one of the bowls of punch. "This is the safe one," she told David with a nod of authority, though it actually was not safe in the least... the lack of glasses had made Norah far less vigilant than her usual.
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