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Post by Admin on Oct 7, 2008 19:04:34 GMT -5
Where teachers chat, take a load off and, yes, conduct their social lives (gasp)!
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Post by erikjensen on Oct 7, 2008 19:17:44 GMT -5
Erik walked into the staff lounge carrying a stack of papers that he needed to sort through for his first lesson plan. He set them down on the table then walked over and poured himself a cup of coffee. Going to be a long bloody afternoon. Walking back over toward the table he sat down on the sofa and slowly started sorting them out. How things get so buggered up during the breaks is beyond me.
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Post by Rees Bellagio on Oct 7, 2008 22:24:03 GMT -5
Ceallach almost stumbled into the Staff Room, laden with books. Normally, that wouldn't be a problem. She didn't even care if she fell, but, as she noticed, as she almost fell, that there was someone else in there. Great! Someone to see me stumble! Well done Ceal! She sighed and walked over to one of the chairs, putting her load down on one of the tables. She gave the man a small smile, then went to get herself a coffee. She came back to her seat, and settled in to work out what she'd be teaching. She worked for a little while, then decided she should probably introduce herself. She looked up and smiled. "I'm Ceallach o Raghallaigh. Gryffindor Head and Arithmancy," she said, holding out her hand to him,
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Post by erikjensen on Oct 8, 2008 0:46:20 GMT -5
Erik looked up as he saw someone trying to walk through the door with a huge stack of books. He started to get up and help her when she made it inside and then sat the books on the table. He smiled back at the woman and turned back to his papers. You know I don't remember it being such a hassle last term. He sighed as he continued page by page through the huge stack. He looked up when he heard the woman speak to him and smiled as he took her hand, "Pleasure to meet you, Ceallach. I'm Erik Jensen, Slytherin Head and Potions."
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Post by Rees Bellagio on Oct 8, 2008 1:04:11 GMT -5
His hand was warm when he took her cold one. She smiled. "Lovely to meet you Erik," she said, then looked back down at her work. "When did teaching become such a hassle," she voiced, shrugging her shoulders.
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Post by erikjensen on Oct 8, 2008 1:24:08 GMT -5
Erik laughed and said with a shrug, "Well I imagine some time between when we first started and when we realized half the kids here are too interested in each other rather than learning." He smiled at her and continued sorting through his papers, "Now the question I have is how my notes always end up even more out of order than they were the term before."
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Post by Rees Bellagio on Oct 8, 2008 2:02:30 GMT -5
Ceallach laughed. "Yeah, I suppose you could be right there," she said, smiling up at him. Her mind flicked back to when she was at school. Not much thinking about classes went on there, at either school! Ceallach laughed and looked down at her very unorganised pile of notes. "I know what you mean. I'm rather confused about that as well." She shrugged dramatically, and leaned back in her chair. She actually wasn't in the mood to do any work. The only thing keeping her at it, was the fact it had to be done.
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Post by erikjensen on Oct 8, 2008 2:14:49 GMT -5
Erik smiled as she laughed and looked over at her stack of notes which looked slightly more of a mess than his was. He chuckled, "Well, I'd offer to help but I know less about Arithmancy than most. I'd probably be a hindrance instead of help." He thumbed through some more pages and smiled triumphantly, "Found them, basic terminology and potions." He grinned and looked at her, "Well, Ceallach, you don't mind me calling you that do you? Or would you rather I call you Ms. O Raghallaigh?"
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Post by Rees Bellagio on Oct 8, 2008 2:23:47 GMT -5
Ceallach flashed him a smile. "Oh it's ok. See, I wouldn't be able to help you with yours either, if it were as horrid as mine. I'm a bit of a scatterbrain. Obviously," she chuckled, motioning to her pile. "Ceallach's fine. Anything's fine really, except for Irish. I hate that. People used to call me that all the time. My - uh - friend still does, just because he knows it annoys me. Ms. o Raghallaigh sounds so formal. I'm not a formal person," she said. Never have been, never will be. "What would you rather me call you? Erik, or Mr Jensen?" she asked. Jeez. Putting a title in front really did sound formal!
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Post by erikjensen on Oct 8, 2008 9:04:06 GMT -5
Erik laughed, "No, you just aren't a neat freak. I don't blame you, I'm not either, obviously." He nodded and said with a smile, "Well I don't think I'd ever call you that so don't worry." He laughed, "I couldn't agree with you more. Having to be called Professor Jensen all the time sounds like about seventy years old. Erik please, my father was Mr. Jensen and I am in no hurry to fill his shoes." Indeed he wasn't even after graduating he was still hounded to take over the business but he really felt no draw to it, it just brought back painful memories.
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Post by Rees Bellagio on Oct 8, 2008 10:29:24 GMT -5
"Neat freak would definately not be a phrase to describe me," Ceallach laughed. "I know! I feel the exact same way. Surely I'm not that old," she laughed again. 31 wasn't old! And yet, she felt old whenever a student addressed her. "Okay then, Erik. I wouldn't want to be either of my parents, to be honest." She shrugged her shoulders, and went back to attempting to put her notes in order. "Jezz, I wish this wasn't necessary. This is way too much more work than I can be bothered with, right at this present moment," she groaned. She sighed and crossed her legs up onto the couch and sat back, picking up her coffee, warming it in her hands, and took a drink. "Ahh," she sighed, smiling. She was the master of procrastination!
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Post by Admin on Oct 8, 2008 18:38:25 GMT -5
"Oh, don't worry, I'm older then both of you rest assured." the Headmistress said, sweeping into the room, she had a neat stack of papers and charms books in her arms. "I'm sure we've owled each other, but just to be sure, I'm Amelia Jefferson." she took a sip of butter beer from a cup that was floating along beside her. "And dear, I know it seems like a lot now, but if you put it off, there will be more to do later, trust me, I've put it off to long more then once." she smiled brightly.
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Post by Rees Bellagio on Oct 8, 2008 22:59:02 GMT -5
Ceallach looked around as the Headmistress came in, and gave her a speculative look. "You don't look any older," she said, rather bluntly, and honestly. The other woman was stunning. "Ceallach o Raghallaigh," she said, giving the woman a smile. Of course she knew who the woman was. Ceallach grimaced and looked at her pile. "Mhm." She pointed her finger at her pile and it organized itself, sort of. It made it look like it was organised. She'd learnt that one from her father. When ever her mother had come into the study, her father used to point his wand and then everything would be organised. It helped. "There," she said, leaning back in her chair again, throwing Erik a wink. She'd do it later. She'd be up until 4 in the morning .... but she'd get it done.
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Post by Admin on Oct 9, 2008 7:00:46 GMT -5
"Well, seven years can be a lot Ceallach." she said, smiling. "You're 31 are you not?" She saw Ms. o Raghallaigh organize the pile. Amelia suspected it was not entirely out of the way, but she didn't say anything, she had done the same thing when she had first started teaching.
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Post by erikjensen on Oct 9, 2008 9:15:47 GMT -5
Erik looked up as the headmistress walked in and nodded but said with a smirk, "By only two years, that's not that much." He laughed as Ceallach magically organized her papers. "That's one way to do it." He leaned back in his chair and started reading through the basic potions notes. "Now, how many students do you think will try and blow up the class this term by not paying attention?" he asked with a laugh.
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