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Post by Rees Bellagio on Oct 21, 2008 21:51:38 GMT -5
Ceallach listened, nodding her head, a smile on her face. "Taking after her big sister is she," she laughed. "Well, hopefully you can find her a job in Hogsmeade. Be a lot better. And she'll be closer to you." Ceallach chuckled then poured herself another drink, holding the bottle up for Nathalie. "You wan t another one?" she asked.
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Post by Nathalie Desjardins on Oct 22, 2008 12:13:05 GMT -5
Nathalie nodded. "You could hardly blame her for not wanting to marry him, though. But I'm worried about her, she's still depressed, she's still getting used to the idea of being disowned. Our parents never made our homelife especially pleasant, but it's all she's known, apart from school." She nodded as Ceallach held up the bottle. "Yeah, but I think this had better be my last one, I've still got some paperwork to do before I go to bed tonight." She held out her glass while Ceallach filled it. "I'll go to Hogsmeade at the weekend, and see if anyone wants any help." She suddenly stopped and looked thoughtful. "I wonder... no, that's ridiculous. I think the post of Groundskeeper here is available, but surely you'd need some experience for that. Maybe as an assistant...? I think she'd give it a try - she does seem to like being outside, and she was always good at Herbology at school, and Care of Magical Creatures, come to that. What do you think?"
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Post by Rees Bellagio on Oct 23, 2008 9:12:31 GMT -5
Ceallach poured Nathalie another drink, nodding her head. "Yeah, I suppose that would be hard to come to grips with. I was disowned. But I suppose it wasn't as hard for me as it would have been for you lot. At least your parents gave you some attention," she laughed. "Albeit bad attention." Ceallach watched Nathalie as she spoke about getting her sister a job. "Well, it's worth a try. You could talk to Amelia. I'm sure Sara'd be able to do something. No harm in asking," Ceal replied, shrugging her shoulders.
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Post by Nathalie Desjardins on Oct 29, 2008 18:31:35 GMT -5
Nathalie nodded. "Now I come to think of it, she sometimes helped out the groundskeeper when she was at school, so she does have experience. It's worth a try. She needs a job that will keep her occupied. And she'll have the cabin to live in. Maybe that'll do her good - a place of her own." She drained her firewhiskey, and stood up. "I should be going. I've got lessons to plan, and now I've got my class list, I can start figuring out my schedules." She stood up and went to the door. "I'll leave the bottle with you. We should do this again some time."
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Post by Rees Bellagio on Oct 30, 2008 1:29:22 GMT -5
"Yeah," Ceallach agreed. She too drained her glass, and nodded, standing up with Nathalie to walk her to the door. She chuckled when Nathalie said she'd leave the bottle. "Alright then. Well, I'll see you around no doubt. And yes, definately. Soon," she replied as Nathalie said they should do this again. "Thanks for listening too by the way," she added, utterly grateful.
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Post by Nathalie Desjardins on Oct 30, 2008 11:58:09 GMT -5
Nathalie smiled. "Any time." She gave Ceallach a quick hug before leaving the office, and heading back to her own office. She'd definitely talk to Zach when she saw him, and see if he could find out what was going on with Aidan. She hated seeing her friend miserable like that.
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Post by Rees Bellagio on Oct 31, 2008 8:53:02 GMT -5
Ceallach smiled, returning Nathalie's hug. When Nat had gone, Ceal closed the door to her office, cleaning off her desk, putting everything away. When she was done, she went through the door to the back of her office, into her private quarters.
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Post by erikjensen on Oct 31, 2008 11:22:17 GMT -5
Erik walked up to Ceallach's office. He didn't really know what he was doing here but had found himself heading over here. He stood in front of the door and knocked on it tucking the thermos of firewhiskey under his arm.
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Post by Rees Bellagio on Oct 31, 2008 11:30:54 GMT -5
Ceallach rushed to her office door, wondering who would be visiting her. The only one who had was Nathalie, and she wasn't expecting her back so soon. She wrenched the door open, standing dead in the doorway when she saw Erik. "Oh. Umm. Hi," she said, awkwardly. "Come in." And that, she also hadn't been expecting! But, she had to admit, it was a pleasant surprise. She closed the door behind him and offered him a seat. "Good to see you again," she said. She was very aware she was probably going red. She felt stupid, to be honest.
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Post by erikjensen on Oct 31, 2008 11:42:17 GMT -5
Ceallach rushed to her office door, wondering who would be visiting her. The only one who had was Nathalie, and she wasn't expecting her back so soon. She wrenched the door open, standing dead in the doorway when she saw Erik. "Oh. Umm. Hi," she said, awkwardly. "Come in." And that, she also hadn't been expecting! But, she had to admit, it was a pleasant surprise. She closed the door behind him and offered him a seat. "Good to see you again," she said. She was very aware she was probably going red. She felt stupid, to be honest. Erik smiled as Ceallach opened the door and held up the thermos, "Hi, I thought after a rough few classes that you could use a break. Or well I could." He grinned and walked into her office and sat down setting the thermos on the desk, "I took a guess and figured you're a firewhiskey sort of woman. If not it's more for me then." He looked at her and smiled, "So I have an arithmancy question, What do you get when you have one student coming in late and two passing notes in class?"
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Post by Rees Bellagio on Oct 31, 2008 11:51:22 GMT -5
Ceallach laughed. "Ah. Fair enough. Sounds like a good idea!" she smiled. When he mentioned Firewhiskey, she perked up a little. "Top of the class," she chuckled. "Yeah, I'm a Firewhiskey woman." She listened to his 'arithmancy question' and shrugged. "Three detentions?" she suggested. "That one actually could get complicated, depending on how late the student was, the severity of the note passing, and what sort of mood you're in," she chuckled, shrugging her shoulders again. She got up and went over to one of the cupboards and took out two glasses. Walking back to the chair she was sitting in, she set the glasses on the table, giving him a smile. "Well, you going to pour? Or do I have to?"
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Post by erikjensen on Nov 2, 2008 2:10:02 GMT -5
Ceallach laughed. "Ah. Fair enough. Sounds like a good idea!" she smiled. When he mentioned Firewhiskey, she perked up a little. "Top of the class," she chuckled. "Yeah, I'm a Firewhiskey woman." She listened to his 'arithmancy question' and shrugged. "Three detentions?" she suggested. "That one actually could get complicated, depending on how late the student was, the severity of the note passing, and what sort of mood you're in," she chuckled, shrugging her shoulders again. She got up and went over to one of the cupboards and took out two glasses. Walking back to the chair she was sitting in, she set the glasses on the table, giving him a smile. "Well, you going to pour? Or do I have to?" Erik smiled and laughed, "Perfect because I was always second of the class." He shook his head at her answer, "While normally that would have been a yes the all around correct answer is one pissed off professor." Smirking he nodded, "Oh , please allow me." He opened the thermos and took the glasses off the table, pouring firewhiskey into each of them. "And how are your classes going?"
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Post by Rees Bellagio on Nov 2, 2008 2:24:29 GMT -5
Ceallach laughed. "Okay. I must remember that one. Can't have a wrong answer on my record now can I?" she chuckled. She watched him pour the drink, and took one of the glasses. "Cheers," she said, before taking a sip, feeling the pleasurable scorching of the hot liquid as it slid down her throat. She shrugged when he asked how her classes were. "I haven't had any troubles yet. Fingers crossed," she laughed. "Apart from those mishaps, how have yours been?"
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Post by erikjensen on Nov 3, 2008 22:11:49 GMT -5
Erik laughed, "Well no one is perfect. I've never liked perfect people myself they seem rather...fake." He picked up his own glass and held it up to her, "Cheers." He lifted his glass to his lips and drank some with a smile as he watched her. "That's a plus. Though I can imagine you'd have a better class anyone since the students generally choose to take your class." He set down the glass and shook his head, "Rather..simplistic. Basic potions just bores me, I sense it bores Mr. Malfoy as well, but there's not much I can do about it. It has to be taught."
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Post by Rees Bellagio on Nov 4, 2008 0:54:25 GMT -5
"Yeah, I suppose. That could be a reason," Ceallach said shrugging her shoulders. "A good reason." She gave him a sympathetic look. "Yeah. I know. I'm starting off basic this time too. People got lost last year. That Mr Malfoy seems to have an affinity for school work. He's rather good in Arithmancy as well. Top of the class," she said, shrugging again. She took another large sip of her drink, smiling softly, content.
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