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Post by Sélène Bordeaux on Sept 28, 2008 1:59:45 GMT
Yes, I'd like that, Leo.
**collects her books and hoists them up**
**leaves with Leo**
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Post by Bronagh Edgeworth on Sept 28, 2008 2:03:47 GMT
*Takes her time gathering up her things trying not to vomit at the sight of the flirting going on.*
*Swiftly leaves the classroom happy to finally be out of that jungle that half-breed calls a classroom*
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Post by Firenze on Feb 9, 2009 23:52:09 GMT
Firenze trotted back into the dark classroom, usually full of sunlight and warmth. Today the grass-like carpet was brown and the windows were drawn. It was too cold and dreary for open windows and fresh air.
He trotted around for a moment and tided up his classroom, thankful to be here. He was pleasantly surprised that Snape hadn't sacked him. He had been on good terms with Dumbledore and knew how political humans could be in regards to his kind. Snape had already sacked the games keeper and he did not wish to be next.
After taking one last glance over the rock chairs and the simulated forest classroom he smiled and waited for students to arrive. He wasn't particularly keen about the topic but he didn't let it show.
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Post by Julian Montenegro on Feb 10, 2009 15:30:37 GMT
*Enters the forest classroom with contempt, if he wanted to be outside he would go outside, the room was unnecessary*
*Sits uncomfortably on a rock and waits, his books and quills scattered around his feet*
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Post by Firenze on Feb 10, 2009 19:28:34 GMT
Firenze nodded a welcome at the boy he knew to be the surly Head Boy. He picked up his hooves happily as he walked to the board. The board could have almost passed for normal apart from the vines growing from the sides and corners.
He scanned the classroom once more before writing: DREAM INTERPRETATION.
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Post by Sélène Bordeaux on Feb 11, 2009 19:15:03 GMT
**walks happily into the classroom until she finds Julian is the only student there**
**moans inwardly and chooses a rock near the very front to sit at**
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Post by Astoria Greengrass on Feb 11, 2009 19:49:35 GMT
*walks in, nodding at the professor and turning toward the nearly empty classroom* *spots Julian and sits on the rock nearest him, placing her books and self-inking quill on her lap* *turns to look at him* You look uncomfortable Julian. What, are you not the outdoorsy type?  |
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Post by Julian Montenegro on Feb 11, 2009 23:12:46 GMT
*Sneers, looking a little playful*
Ha. My skin is already naturally bronze and smooth. I don't see a reason to catch the sun's rays or any of that.
*Glances at Firenze*
Professors should teach in classrooms, not mossy places with rocks.
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Post by Astoria Greengrass on Feb 12, 2009 15:22:08 GMT
*nods*
Yes, unless said professor has got hooves for feet. Then a forest floor would be just about right.
*grabs a handful of dead leaves from the grassy floor*
Right?
*blows the leaves in Julian's direction and smirks*
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Post by Julian Montenegro on Feb 12, 2009 21:02:24 GMT
*Swipes the leaves away*
Still, we shouldn't have to endure his preferences. Isn't the student always right? Or I made that up.
*Lips twitch upward, his mind engaged on other ways to torture Leo, Selene, and others*
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Post by Astoria Greengrass on Feb 13, 2009 2:33:04 GMT
*laughs*
Yeah, you definitely made that up. If it were true none of us would be here in the first place.
*faces the front of the room and notices Selene is sitting alone, nods her head in her direction*
I wonder where her other half is. Think he may be too scared to face you?
*snickers, shaking leaves off her shoe*
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Post by Julian Montenegro on Feb 13, 2009 22:49:52 GMT
*Nods, glancing sharply at the back of Selene's head*
Very likely. He does skip classes from time to time. I used to share a room with the sod. I did use some scare tactics while I was his roommate.
*Brushes his hand over Astoria's thigh in a listless manner*
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Post by Astoria Greengrass on Feb 15, 2009 1:55:49 GMT
*nods*
He's probably paranoid now after the incident in the dungeon.
*his touch sends a shiver down her spine but hides the emotion, taking his hand in hers and appraising the long thin fingers*
Is there anything about you that's not perfect, Julian? I swear, you hands are prettier than mine.
*playfully rolls her eyes, letting his hand go and crossing her arms in pretend annoyance*
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Post by Julian Montenegro on Feb 15, 2009 15:57:49 GMT
*Pleased with any and all compliments, he smiles faintly*
Believe me, you have no idea. You should see the rest of my family. My cousins are the Cheevers and I have some other cousins scattered across Europe. I'm certain the Montenegros are still on top in any case.
*Places his hands back on his rock, one on either side of his body*
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Post by Astoria Greengrass on Feb 18, 2009 16:10:31 GMT
You're related to the Cheevers?
*rolls her eyes, yet another family of nearly perfect people - as far as looks go anyway*
I should have known.
*small laugh*
I must admit I was actually glad to see Noelle leave. I always thought she was my only true competition...where beauty is concerned, I mean.
Didn't think her brothers were all that handsome though.
*is interrupted by the feeling of something crawling up her leg, looks down and quickly flicks the insect off*
Ugh! Was that a scorpion?
*looks up at the professor in shock and disgust*
Professor! You actually have poisonous creatures roaming free in this pretend-forest of yours?
*eyes go back to the leafy ground, looking around for the thing so she can stomp it*
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