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Post by Taylor on Oct 17, 2009 11:09:13 GMT -5
He didn't know why he was pissed today. It was just a natural feeling now a days. Probably from him loosing sleep every night because of all the damn home work he had to check, all the detentions he held, and having to clean up after the students because the house elves were busy with other areas.
Salazar had bags under his eyes, he was less focused on things, and he was getting thinner. All because he was busy doing things, had more important things to do then eat and sleep. Salazar couldn't fit it in his schedule, he tried, but he just couldn't.
Now Salazar was just simply rearranging the Great Hall, flicking jack-o-lanterns up to the ceiling, letting them stay there and glow. He had no idea why he was doing this, though it was probably out of boredom. He knew he should be sleeping, but this place should look at least half decent. |
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Post by Dea on Oct 19, 2009 14:33:33 GMT -5
Rowena hated this time of the year.
This was the time of year witches were burnt at the stake.
This was the time of year she heard people screaming for mercy, begging people just to free them of this pain as fire enveloped them....
But she digressed.
Steadying her thoughts and pushing this thought out of her mind, she took a stroll around the school, calmly until she reached the Great Hall.
There she found Salazar, making Jack-O-Lanterns.
Was he...Celebrating this time of year?
"What the fuck are you doing?" Rowena asked, throwing her hands into the air. It was a well known fact amongst the staff of Hogwarts she hated this holiday.
Was he signing his own death warrant? |
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Post by Taylor on Oct 19, 2009 15:06:54 GMT -5
Turning around quickly, pointing his at who ever walked in and started to make noise and yelled.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Salazar mocked, shooting another jack-o-lantern.
"And, it's called putting a pumpkin into the air." He snapped, rolling his eyes carelessly.
Covering his mouth and yawning, Salazar really didn't get what was wrong with this. Stepping on the table seat, he sat down on top of the table, looking at her curiously. Rubbing his eye with another yawn, knowing that he now held a hideous appearance. |
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Post by Dea on Oct 19, 2009 15:18:11 GMT -5
Rowena was taken aback. He'd never yelled back. Normally some snide remark, death threats, etc etc.
But never yelled.
"Woah. Jesus. Calm down," She said, raising her arms in a sign of submission.
She then observed his countenance - Pasty, skinnier face, red eyes, more than likely sleep deprived. He'd always been skinny, but now he looked more like a walking skeleton.
"Woah, Sal. Are you...Okay?" Rowena asked, approaching him slowly. She hadn't seen him in about a week, and even before that he'd looked slightly worse for wear. But...This? |
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Post by Haine on Oct 24, 2009 13:06:33 GMT -5
Godric loved Halloween. Although he hated the burnings that went on, not to mention that it signalled the move from Autumn to Winter, he liked pumpkins. And Halloween always meant pumpkins. Lots and lots of pumpkins. Godric also liked Halloween as it made the students more lively and, in a way, enthusiastic about learning. Or it may be the fact that Godric never really bothered to get any work done with them around this time, having learnt years ago that it just wouldn't sink in. The only problem with the 'liveliness' was that it also came along with trouble and the need for more detentions. Fun.
Surprisingly, this was the time of year when Godric did not bother to do pranks or cause even the lightest of mischief, unlike the rest of time. It was even more strange, considering that as the students were acting up, anything he did could easily be blamed on them. The only problem was that Godric now found himself quite bored, and therefore wandering around the castle in search of pumpkins. All the ones that had been hidden in the kitchens had dissapeared. Godric at least tried to pretend and/or hope that the students still had no idea how to access the kitchens and resorted to hoping that one of the members of staff had moved them.
His search had lead Godric to the great hall, as well as the sound of angry voices, clearly belonging to Rowena and Salazar. Cautiously he entered the great hall, noticing the pumpkins but daring not to enquire about them ~ both these people (Well, Rowena at least) would probably eat him if he did so. "... Am I interrupting something?" |
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Post by Taylor on Oct 27, 2009 14:37:45 GMT -5
Looking at Rowena, he raised at eyebrow.
"I am calm." He said, placing his wand on the table, Salazar started to rub his temples from a growing head ache. Swallowing nothing really, his mouth was getting drier. Little black dots danced around from his bad vision, he watched her approach.
"I'm perfect, amazing." He murmured, of course lying as usual. Then he closed his eyes for a couple of moments. As Godric walked in, Salazar opened his eyes and groaned.
"Oh yay! Lets all walk in on Salazar pissy and wanting to leave." He said, not answering Godric.
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Post by Dea on Oct 27, 2009 14:41:40 GMT -5
Rowena approached the table Sal was perched on, and leaned against it. She lowered her voice, and the harshness disappeared altogether.
"Salazar. Seriously. Are you sure? Maybe you should take a few days off..." She then trailed off. Something was seriously wrong here.
She then turned to glare at Godric.
"What do you think, Godric?" She asked. Well. She hissed. He could be so insensitive! But then again, this was Godric. He was like that. Naive, insensitive, endearing Godric.
But this wasn't Salazar. |
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Post by Haine on Oct 28, 2009 14:06:51 GMT -5
Bloody hell. Either Salazar secretly suffered from 'that time of the month' or he really was serious. As much Godric didn't want to think about it, he hoped to god it was the second option. He started to edge back slowly towards the door, hoping that he could make it out without being noticed. The atmosphere was way too tense for his liking. Godric could always get a pumpkin or something later when there was less chance of this...
Goddammit.
Rowena just had to involve him, didn't she? Begrudgingly, Godric joined the two once again, perching on the end of the opposite table and starting to go over their options.
A) They let Salazar go, in which case they'd need to find a new potions teacher, and there'd be no more competition between Sally and Amery for who'd be the biggest git.
B) Either Godric or Rowena were to distract Salazar while the other knocked him unconcious, put him in a body bind then tie him to his bed so he couldn't leave.
C) They try and talk him out of wanting to leave.
As fun as B sounded, he sadly knew that Rowena would not allow it and they'd have to go with plan C. "Rowena's right," Godric said eventually, "A couple of days rest'd probably do you the world of good. Because seeing as we're being honest here... well, you look like crap. When was the last time you got a good night's sleep, anyway?" Yes, this is Godric's way of showing he was concerned. Because even he didn't really want Salazar to leave.
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Post by Taylor on Nov 2, 2009 11:33:57 GMT -5
"Days off? It would be easier to leave, you know." Salazar said, raising an eyebrow.
Looking at Godric with a cocked head, then to Rowena. Whoa, since when had...what was that, hissed?
"A couple of days? Then what? Go back to being...this? Mmm, thanks, you too. Uhh. I don't know. August? September?" He murmured, not really remembering the real last time he got a good sleep.
Rubbing his eyes gently, he thought.
"You can't fix this, by the way. It's not a snap of the fingers, then you are a fairy godmother and every perfect and happily ever after." Salazar said, closing his eyes from a couple of seconds.
"Plus, I'm not much use here." He murmured with a shrug.
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Post by Dea on Nov 2, 2009 11:40:04 GMT -5
Rowena's face dropped."You aren't seriously thinking of leaving, are you?" She asked.
"You could take as much time off as you needed." Who was she kidding? When Sal said something, he generally meant it. Why was she trying to bargain with him?
That stupid voice that sounded like Helga came back. It was saying he same thing. About how she loved him and shit.
Maybe she should start listening to that voice.
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Post by Haine on Nov 11, 2009 12:59:41 GMT -5
"You teach Potions. Of course you're of some use here. Do you honestly think that any of the rest of us are capable of teaching that subject?" Godric asked, wracking his brain for anything to throw into the argument. Salazar rarely (if ever) changed his mind about anything, so their points had to be perfect. No- they had to be better than perfect. Or whatever it would take to get the cocky bastard to stay. "Not to mention that you've got your own house. What the hell will we do about your students if you go? And don't even dare say get a new head." Godric only said this bit because one of the current member of staff would probably take over, or something.
... Egads.
Godric had just imagined Anatiddle as a head.
He made a point to make contingency plans so this would never have to happen.
Ever.
Oooh. Idea.
"Hell- stop teaching. Yet you don't have to leave the castle. This place is your home as much as ours!" Godric made a point to leave the 'You paid for half of the stuff here!' off the end of that sentence. Even he could tell that it probably wouldn't help the conversation at all. "So come on. We need a better reason that that before we'd let you go."
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Dammit.
The idiot would probably see that as a challenge.
Rowena was most certainly going to murder Godric now.
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