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Post by Headmaster Brendan Daylor on Jan 4, 2008 13:30:32 GMT -5
((Only for Netta, Diandria, Lucius, George, Lyn, Minerva, Zoe, Katana and me))
Brendan entered the Three Broomsticks. He brushed his brown hair off which had leaves. He noticed he was yelled by an employee about that. He saw Madame Rosmerta, walking by greeting him. "Good evening Rosmerta. The bar going ok today?" He said as he brushed his shoes of mud. He went and walked over to where he sat. "Brandon, it's nice to see you here again. It's been at least since March last I saw you."
Brendan smiled. "Well, the staff and I have been discussing the importance of what matters most to the wizarding world." He stopped as she spoke. "Dear, about the Death Eaters again? Next time I have them in Hogsmeade I'm going to blast them from kingdom come." She had taken her long hair out of a bun as Minerva always had hers.
Her hazel eyes looked at him as she brushed his coat off. "The same I presume Headmaster? Pumpkin Pie with Valzart Pudding?" Brendan shook his head. He still wiped his feat on the rug. The employee yelled at him again. "Sarah, this is the Headmaster of Hogwarts. Leave him be. damn, I swear she gets too strict to everyone." Brendan smiled. "About probably nine Butterbeers Rosmerta. I'm expecting company."
He pulled out his wand. "I hope you don't mind I put these to booth tables together." And he pronounced "Mobiliarbus" and carried the booth with his wand to the other. "Thank you Rosmerta dear."
"Of course Brendan I'll be right back" She ran off to get the drinks as Brendan sat down. He heard the bell ring as someone or some people entered the bar.
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Post by Professor George Weasley on Jan 4, 2008 13:43:46 GMT -5
George pulled his heavy coat around his lanky body, shivering lightly. He wasn't quite sure why Headmaster Daylor had invited them all out to the Three Broomsticks, but hey, maybe George would get the chance to tell the Headmaster that he STILL lacked a class roster... something he desperately needed...
George pushed the door open, and a chiming bell greeted his earlobes. The place bristled with warmth and cheer, so much so that George momentarily forgot about his omnipresent woes and wandered to the counter.
"Rosmerta, hi... can I have a firewhisky...? Please...?" George inquired. If Lucius was going to show up, he figured he might need it.
Rosmerta eyed him suspiciously before laughing. "George Weasley. I would've never believed it. You, a Professor? You failed so miserably in school!"
George turned a lovely shade of red, muttering, "Because I wanted the entire pub to know that..." Then his voice rose again. "Just Broom Studies and Quidditch Head... nothing major. Imagine, me teaching something like DADA? I'd kill a kid before knowing what I'd done."
George and Rosmerta laughed as she handed him the firewhisky shot. George placed some sickles on the counter and wandered over to where Headmaster Daylor was sitting.
"Oi, Headmaster," George smirked. He took a seat beside him. "Seat taken?"
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Post by Professor Lyn Collins on Jan 4, 2008 14:05:19 GMT -5
Lyn was making her way to The Three Broomsticks wondering why the Headmaster of Hogwarts had invited that small group of staff to that pub. She wove her way to the pub and looked inside. She saw The Headmaster Daylor sit on a table and George Weasley who was taking a seat next to the Headmaster. She gazed around and walk inside the pub. She looked around the pub and saw Rosmerta walking towards her.
"Dear, are you a new student at Hogwarts? I have never seen you around?"
Rosmerta said. Lyn couldn't help it and smiled, replying kindly.
"No Madam, I'm a teacher at Hogwarts"
Rosmerta looked surprised.
"A teacher at such a young age. By the way, you can call me Rosmerta."
Lyn replied kindly again, smiling.
"I'm used to hear that. I'm Lyn Collins"
Rosmerta smiled at Lyn.
"What would you like?"
"Nothing for now, thanks."
Lyn replied and wove her way over to the Headmaster and George. She looked at both of them before grabbing a chair next to the Headmaster.
"Good evening,"
She looked at the Headmaster,
"Headmaster Daylor.
She looked then at George,
"Professor Weasley."
She turned to both of them.
"Is this seat taken?"
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Post by Professor Netta Barton on Jan 4, 2008 14:05:27 GMT -5
Netta stepped into the comforting warmth of the pub. She unfastened the brooch which held her cloak, unclipping the silver piece of metal. She carefully hung it up on a coat stand to her left, draping the long dark blue cloak over part of it. The colour was slightly House orientated, but blue was Netta's favourite colour. That and she was still very attached to her old House. She remembered her school days fondly, and generally they had been good fun. Except for exams, and of course, the wand incident.
"Has the Headmaster already got drinks or do I need to get my own?" asked Netta, calling over to the pubs barmaid. "No need," Rosemerta replied, "He's already ordered a load of butterbeers." Netta smiled and nodded her thanks to Rosemerta before scanning the bar for any other Hogwarts staff. Her eye caught sight of Brendan and George at two booth tables pushed together, as well as the muggle studies professor. Well, there were a lot of them coming. She went over and took a seat opposite the Brendan and George. "How are you all?" she asked them.
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Post by Headmaster Brendan Daylor on Jan 4, 2008 14:13:47 GMT -5
Brendan looked up to find the quidditch teacher standing at his front. He smiled as George came in. "Good evening George. Go ahead sit down." He showed his hand where a seat was. He looked at him. "You seen any of the others coming?" He paused. "I should let you know not to have you and Lucius make a scene in here. Rosmerta wouldn't like it."
"You have that right Headmaster"
"Ah, thank you dear."
"No problem hon. What you guys up to today?"
"Oh much. With the staff really. Care to join us?"
Rosmerta stood there as she passed out the butterbeers on the table. She blushed as her face went red. "I really shouldn't"
Brendan smiled. "Please do." Rosmerta pulled a butterbeer for herself and sat next to George.
Brendan saw Lyn and Netta come in. He smiled at them all. "Good Evening girls. Please have a seat." Brendan moved over for the girls to sit. He passed them down the drinks. "Thanks for coming. Lyn I don't know if you've meet Rosmerta or not when you were at Hogwarts." He introduced the two of them to each other.
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Post by Professor Zoe Black on Jan 4, 2008 14:18:24 GMT -5
Zoe entered the warm and cozy pub.
She brushed the snow off her cloak and then unfastened it from around her neck.
She hung it up on one of the coat pegs and turned to face the pub.
She scanned the tables and saw three teachers sat at two tables.
Professor Barton was just joining them.
Zoe weaved her way between the tables in the cluttered little pub towards the four teachers.
She stopped at a table.
"Is anybody using this stool?" she asked a man that looked like he had seen better days.
The man shook his head and Zoe nodded her thanks and dragged the stool over to the other table.
"Hello, everyone," she said cheerily, as she pulled off her gloves. |
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Post by Professor Lyn Collins on Jan 4, 2008 14:28:02 GMT -5
Lyn sat down next Daylor.
"Thank you. I wonder what this meeting is about"
Lyn said and then got introduced to Rosmerta by Daylor.
"We actually met right now, professor Daylor."
Lyn said. Then she saw Professor Zoe Black enter in the pub and her having a sit. She didn't knew that woman but supposed she was also a teacher at Hogwarts.
"Hello"
She replied to Zoe.
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Post by Professor George Weasley on Jan 4, 2008 14:35:19 GMT -5
George took a deep draught of the firewisky at the Headmaster's mention of Lucius. He nearly coughed on it, recalling what Lucius had said about Bellatrix Lestrange, but that secret was better told at a different time. He instead smirked at all the new arrivals. "Professors Collins, Barton, Black. Good to see you all." He'd never really talked to Professor Collins - all he knew was that she was team-teaching with Lucius. Must've been an utter nightmare, teaching with such an egomaniac.
"So... what's this little get-together all about, Headmaster?" George wondered. He also wondered why HE was invited, seeing as he wasn't really a legitimate teacher, just Broom Practice and Quidditch Head. He thought about everyone else there. Headmaster, Dragonology master, Charms expert, Dueling champion. And him... prank master.
George chuckled inwardly.
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Post by Professor Zoe Black on Jan 4, 2008 14:47:45 GMT -5
Zoe nodded a hello as George mentioned her.
She looked at the other teachers on the table.
Her gaze landed on the Muggle Studies Professor, whom she had never met before. She had met George and Professor Barton in London.
"Nice to meet you," she said to Professor Collins. She smiled.
Rosmerta walked over to them.
"Would you like a drink, Professor Black?" she asked.
"Yes please, Rosmerta, a Butterbeer would be nice."
Rosmerta nodded and disappeared to the bar.
She reappeared with a Butterbeer in her hand.
"Thanks," Zoe said, taking the Butterbeer. |
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Post by lucius on Jan 4, 2008 14:48:52 GMT -5
A brief burst of wind blew around the tavern before quickly dying out, announcing the presence of Mr. Lucius Malfoy. Half of the heads in the tavern get a quick glance before quickly turning away, knowing how much he hated when people stared. And the fact that he was a "former" Death Eater didn't make things any better. But no one in the tavern, aside from Headmaster Daylor, had the courage to bring the subject up with him. Instead, he stood patienly until a staff made their way towards him. Lucius allowed her to take his long black trenchcoat and staff before taking the butterbeer from her and making his way towards the table. Everyone looked towards his direction and from what he could tell the only two people who looked like they wanted him there were his teaching partner Professor Lyn Collins and Headmaster Daylor. Nonetheless, Lucius took a seat next to Lyn, conciously tring to ignore Professor George Weasley.
"Sorry I'm a tad late everyone, the notice of this meeting was given at a very...unopportunistic time for me. But I made it nonetheless. So, what is this all about?"
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Post by Professor Netta Barton on Jan 4, 2008 15:01:37 GMT -5
"To be honest Lucius," said Netta, "I'm not sure." She was determined to be polite to Mr Malfoy and just act as if he was another member of staff. It was much easier that way, or at least she tried to convince herself of that. "I think it might be some of us just getting together for fun, or if there is some reason I've no idea what it is."
Netta shook her head, today had been interesting. She'd paid a little visit to the Shrieking Shack early which had been, well not how she expected. "Some of the first years are running wild already," commented Netta conversationally. "I caught two trying to sneak into the Shrieking Shack earlier. Misbehaving already!" This really frustrated her. Couldn't they even behave for the first week?
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Post by Professor Lyn Collins on Jan 4, 2008 15:22:23 GMT -5
Lyn nodded as George Weasly greeted her. Her attention then was gained by Zoe Black who adressed to her.
"It's my pleasure."
Lyn replied to Zoe Black. She then saw her teaching partner Professor Lucius Malfoy enter and approaching them. She noticed that she and the Headmaster himself were the only ones who seemed to welcome Lucius Malfoy in their round. She watched him as he sat down next to her. Once again she noticed the others' looks looking at Lucius. She wondered why Lucius would be welcomed in that way. She then listened to Professor Netta Barton's words.
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Post by Headmaster Brendan Daylor on Jan 4, 2008 15:22:55 GMT -5
Brendan smiled. ""So... what's this little get-together all about, Headmaster?"[/i] He heard from George. "Well..." But he was interupted by the other teachers. Both Lucius and Netta Spoke.
""Sorry I'm a tad late everyone, the notice of this meeting was given at a very...unopportunistic time for me. But I made it nonetheless. So, what is this all about?"[/i]
"I think it might be some of us just getting together for fun, or if there is some reason I've no idea what it is."[/i]
Brendan looked at all of them. "The reason we're here is to discuss the matters of a few things. First I believe we should discuss... and yes Netta just to have fun too... but we should discuss the matter of out of hand students." He started looking at them all. Minerva, Diandria and Katana hadn't shown yet.
"Students are out of controll. I had Ms. Andria Black and Lucinda Chaplin in word speaking that left me completely speachless. I believe they need to be taken in account. Lynette, Lucius any comments to add?" He looked at them.
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Post by Professor Zoe Black on Jan 4, 2008 15:30:45 GMT -5
Zoe watched as Lucius Malfoy entered. She cast her eyes around at the other teachers who seemed to be forcing themselves to look polite.
She had no such patience with a man as malevolent as Lucius Malfoy, and stared at him with expression of loathing on her face.
Netta and Lucius began to talk and at this time, Zoe gazed into space.
She would rather have cut her own ears off than listen to that mans drawling voice.
Headmaster Daylor finally spoke and Zoe decided to join them again.
"Yes," she said in reply to the Headmaster, "I will be taking them in detention, although I don't see how it will affect Miss Chaplin, as she seems to have a very keen interest in Dragons."
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Post by Katana Trickora on Jan 4, 2008 17:09:06 GMT -5
Katana bit her lip as she walked into the Tavern. She knew she was late and that wasn't good, she very much disliked being late for anything. She sighed sliding in the booth not paying attention to who she was sitting next to.
"Sorry I'm late I just got the message."
She said once again biting her lip, it was a bad habit of hers, along with digging her nails into the palms of her hands until they bled when she was angry or trying not to scream. She took a Butterbeer from the table and sipping at it lightly. She was never a big fan of the stuff but she didn't dislike it either. It just wasn't her favorite, but as this was technically business, she didn't chance getting her favorite.
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