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Post by Nick Persard, C.C.B. on Mar 10, 2007 15:16:29 GMT 10
Nick was feeling upbeat for perhaps the first time in...well...forever it seemed! His career, although incredibly interesting and challenging was also terrifically stressful and (at times) downright terrifying. Here, back in the confines of Koalingo Academy, he felt as though he might let his guard down, his occlumens itself significantly weakened to the point of where it was no more than a weak shell across his enlightened mood.
There was a quickness to his step, a spring in his stride, and while humming an airy tune he had heard on a muggle radio he felt almost as if he could waltz with the very leather-bound books he was perusing. Traveling cloak swinging wildly from its point folded across his arm, his other outstretched hand allowed his fingers to gently brush the spines of the large tomes where they resided on the library shelves. Interesting...so many memories of himself sitting in there, dreaming of a life beyond those walls. And to think, here he was, dreaming of a life back in them.
((Open to Professor Hume if you please. Thanks!))
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Post by Professor Ainsley Hume on Mar 11, 2007 0:33:42 GMT 10
((Wohoo, I had time to get online before leaving this morning. ;D))
From a shelf or two away came a sudden dusty thump, followed by a distinctly Scottish female voice remarking, "Bloody 'ell!" without sounding particularly upset. There was a brief pause before footsteps, which had been muffled before, started up again along the next aisle at a pace which suggested that their owner was scanning the books as she passed.
Eventually, they came around the end of the shelf were Nick was standing, revealing the small form of Ainsley. Her dark hair had, for once, been combed, but was now somewhat dusty and fluffing out from her head from her trip through the library. Her arms were full of books; she had been in the library ever since her morning class ended, intending to do some reading and finding that there were many books in Koalingo's library that she'd never seen before. This, coupled with her love of potions, had culminated in a burning desire to read everything she could get her hands on, and therefore she wasn't really watching where she was going and nearly ran into Nick.
"Ah, crivens!" she exclaimed as two of the books she was holding slid to the floor, causing a double repeat of the earlier dusty thump. "Sorry," she added to Nick with a slightly amused smile. "I'm no' lookin' where I'm goin'."
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Post by Nick Persard, C.C.B. on Mar 11, 2007 4:17:23 GMT 10
Nick stopped dead on his feet, and withdrawing his wand from an inner pocket of his suit-coat pointed it at the two fallen books, which soared back up and into the woman's already laden-down arms. Perhaps a proper gentleman would have offered to help carry them, but as it stood he was presently awaiting word on whether or not he would be in the school's employ, and so did not want to offer aid and then have to rescind. So he said nothing at first, peering intently into her face and possibly her eyes as if trying to get a read on her--but then catching himself desisted from doing so.
Replacing the wand to its resting place, he smiled and chuckled slightly. "We all have clumsy days now and then," He assured he. "Now, if I didn't know better I'd say you were about to do a serious amount of research in the area of--" he glanced at one of the books spines "--potions? Would you happen to be the school's new potions professor by chance?"
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Post by Miss Evangeline Winters on Mar 11, 2007 7:01:30 GMT 10
Evangeline had heard the loud thumps which were followed by the sound of an adult woman cursing. She did not respect her for that one bit; in a school of all place’s and what’s more, she was in a library where sound on its own was an offence, but to couple it with curse words. Evangeline moved her head around the corner into the row between the shelves. She could see the Professor and knew she was from the Potions department.
She didn’t know the other man though and had no reason to believe she would need to be polite to either one of them. They were in her domain, and they were breaking the very same school rules they themselves were supposed to be enforcing.
“Do you two mind,” Evangeline said strutting angrily down the row towards them. The library was almost completely empty, but all the same, it seemed so unnatural for there to be noise in the library that it irritated Evangeline to no end.
“I suppose you don’t feel there are others who have just as much work to be getting on with as you,” she said as she looked at both of them, her eyes bulging, “Well let me tell you both how wrong you are,” she was half tempted to snatch the books from the potions professor for having dropped them. Evangeline knew the sound of mistreated texts from a mile away.
“Keep it down,” she snapped one more time in a harsh whisper before retreating again only to wait an aisle over to make sure they did as she told them.
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Post by Professor Ainsley Hume on Mar 12, 2007 8:19:33 GMT 10
Ainsley raised an eyebrow--or, at least, the spot where her eyebrow would be be if she had any--at the woman's retreating back and tried not to laugh.
"What a thing tae go yer dinger over," she remarked. "I dinnae get why people are so bloody tetchy in this place." She turned back to Nick with a pleasant grin and answered his question as if there had been no interruption. "Aye, that I am. Ainsley Hume. I'd shake yer hand, but," she indicated the pile of books in her arms. "I've 'alf a mind to read the entire library."
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Post by Nick Persard, C.C.B. on Mar 12, 2007 13:38:19 GMT 10
Nick opened his mouth to respond, but at the very same moment a small, fluttering kookaburra swooped around his head, clattering loudly, and dropped a tiny scroll of parchment into his shirt pocket. Holding a single finger aloft (as if to say 'one moment please') he reached in, pulled out the scroll, and, heaving a sigh, unfurled it.
"WOO-HOO!" Came the man's obscene bellow; echoing throughout the library. "I DID IT! I GOT HIRED! Oh frabjuleous day!" Reaching out and seizing hold of the lady Professor by the arms, he whirled her in a very circular waltz, causing every single book to tumble out of her arms.
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Post by Professor Ainsley Hume on Mar 13, 2007 12:31:01 GMT 10
Needless to say, Ainsley was surprised by this sudden burst of joy, especially after the creepy pop-eyed librarian had just reprimanded them for talking at a normal level, but she laughed anyway as she was whirled in a circle, ignoring the noise the books made as they fell. After all, she could just pick them up after and fix any damage with a repair charm or two.
"I dinna ken what ye applied for, but congratulations," she said amiably.
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Post by Nick Persard, C.C.B. on Mar 21, 2007 4:13:21 GMT 10
"Thank you!" Nick said, finally releasing the hands he had been holding hostage. "I had interviewed with all four of the founders for--well, let's just say it's a rather unusual position in the school." Looking up and down both of the large, overbearing bookshelves to his left and right, he added, "And it's not really one I'm at liberty to discuss. No offense. But you know how these things are I'm sure."
Still, he grinned like a mad man, and then seeing the fallen books bent to retrieve them for her.
((Sorry...hecktic weekend with limited internet access.))
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Post by Professor Ainsley Hume on Mar 22, 2007 13:06:12 GMT 10
((Quite all right!))
Ainsley nodded. She had tutored the children of enough high-powered wizards to be familiar with things that were on a strictly need-to-know basis.
"I'd offer ye a celebratory cup o' coffee, but my office is still rather a mess," she said as she gathered up a couple of the books that had flown farther than the others. Fortunately, they seemed free of damage.
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