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Post by byron john nott on Dec 27, 2010 0:37:46 GMT
 CAN YOU DANCE LIKE A HIPPOGRIFF. FLYING OFF FROM A CLIFF. SWOOPING( ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma )[/font][/color] DOWN TO THE GROUND. AROUND AND AROUND AND AROUND AND AROUND[/center] byron had spent yesterday, sunday, planning the lesson for his first year class, amongst whome was the wonderfully bright karen harris. he taught her older brother too, and he was also very smart, although it seemed that karen had more of an aptitude to transfiguration. william seemed more occupied with his flying, or so it seemed, because byron had watched some games and saw that he was on the team. karen was also on the team, and he'd loved watching her play, it was very interesting. he hoped that if he had a daughter, she'd be like karen. he enjoyed watching those games though. anyway, so byron was sat in his office that monday, tired, because he'd been up so late. of course lesson planning took a lot of time and effort, and he wanted to do his best to make the lesson both interesting and informative, like he did with most of his lessons.
he rested his head on the table and let himself have a few moments of quiet, uninterupted peace before his class shuffled in. He closed his eyes, but his brain was overactive as usual. Should he really marry izzy, should he go and negotiate with bethany again instead? but she was in love, she wouldn't listen. but izzy was so young! too young to be deciding something so important like her marriage. besides, he was a teacher. didn't that make it illegal or wrong? it was morally wrong, wasn't it? but she'd wanted for bethany to be happy so much. could he really destroy that hope? he'd already agreed anyway, no going back. he was marrying isabella. the younger dalton kids would hate him. he was surprised that little kelsie dalton hadn't made an attempt on his life. it was always the quiet ones you had to watch out for. bethany would be the worst no doubt. he wondered idly if they knew. joshua would want to kill him too. this could be awkward. he'd have to make sure they saw his reasoning, and isabella's too. she'd really thought it through, mixing a polyjuice potion and everything.
of course, in his thought filled state, he failed to notice the creak of the wooden door as it opened, and he only looked up when he heard a voice enter his ears. isabella? no. that was silly, she probably had another class. who, then? of course it was none other than his favourite student himself and he couldn't help but raise his head, sit up properly and crack a smile. "Well, if it isn't the worst student in the history of forever!"
[/color] he teased, the joking glint in his eyes letting her know that he didn't mean it. of course she'd know already, because of all the praise he'd given her in the past, there was no way that he'd mean such a remark.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . [/size][/color] tagging;; karen harris. words;; 400&something. wearing;; click. lyrics;; can you dance like a hippogriff - the weird sisters. notes;; finally up! i love this song. credit;; emma from ach
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Post by karenharris on Dec 28, 2010 14:53:29 GMT
 * all the world's a stage, [/b][/font] and all the men and women merely players- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - [/center] It was her first year at Hogwarts and she really believed it was going great. She was doing fine in her classes, and she was getting along with students and teachers. Of course, not everyone liked her and she didn't care for just anyone, which was to be expected, so technically, it was even. This was probably due to her nose being high in the air and her attitude about certain things not being like the others. Karen was one to take pride in who she was and how she ran things in her life. She was a pureblood and believed most of the time, she was higher than other people. It was kind of how she was brought up, but at the same time, she shaped herself. Was it wrong? Probably. Did she care? No. If you didn't like her, it didn't bother her. Half the time the people hating on her weren't worth her time anyways.
One person she did enjoy seeing though, was Mr. Nott. He was her Transfiguration teacher and a good one at that. In fact, he was her favorite teacher. Yes, he was a teacher and any other relationship other than a normal student-teacher relationship was forbidden, but that wasn’t how it was at all. They just got along well. They had a lot in common, both being pureblood and all. She believed some of their views were the same too. She wasn't the only one who felt this way either. She knew he enjoyed her company, as a student of course. It was too bad that he couldn‘t fully treat her like his favorite in front of the class. She would enjoy the extra attention, but then all the other kiddies would be jealous, and well, we don‘t want that now do we? Some people could be so pathetic.
Karen walked into Mr. Nott‘s classroom, ready to prove once again that she was the best student in that class. Her grades were high, and she took every chance she could to show off. She could tell anyone that she was either perfect or just short of it in Transfiguration. She was not scared to brag because she had major bragging rights. Why not flaunt what you got, right? She was sure there were people worse than her when it came to wanting attention and bragging anyways, so it didn‘t bother her. Her brother had also taken this class, and she believed she was better than him in this particular subject. She loved her brother very much and would not wish to impose any harsh attitude towards him. It was just a friendly sibling competition. At least to her. She liked being better at things.
His rude remark made Karen smirk and she walked over to his desk wearing the same face the whole time. She leaned over the desk using both hands to prop herself up and smiled. “Now Mr. Nott, how could you say such a thing? After all, I like to think I am the best in your class, therefore I deserve the better treatment.” She joked, even though it was what she felt sometimes. She stood back up straight and put her hands on her hips giving him attitude in a playful way. “Of course if you don‘t want me here, there is a door right there, and I would be glad to leave from it.”
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Post by byron john nott on Dec 28, 2010 21:16:55 GMT
CAN YOU DANCE LIKE A HIPPOGRIFF. FLYING OFF FROM A CLIFF. SWOOPING( ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma, ma ) [/font][/color] DOWN TO THE GROUND. AROUND AND AROUND AND AROUND AND AROUND[/center] Byron's time at Hogwarts had been a mix of things. It had been exciting, learning new magic every day, and meeting new people that would shape your life in some way. Then it had been hard, because he'd worked his socks off to make sure that he was top of every class that he could be. He wouldn't take second place, that wasn't his style. And then thirdly, it had been a time where he worked out just who he was. He'd been in detention, ended up in the hospital wing, and fallen asleep in the library. He'd played quidditch until he could barely stand, and then he'd revised until he couldn't sit down anymore. He'd been the best student, a great quidditch player and a fantastic friend. He was a brilliant all rounder, but he couldn't help but feel that he'd missed out on some things, although he could never name them. He was sure he'd dabbled in everything at Hogwarts, from quidditch to homework, to the celebration parties that had been thrown, and still he felt like he didn't fit in. Although, he was in a league of his own. He was sure that he saw Karen was in that position too. She was in her first year, and she was already making quite the impression.
This was probably why he favoured her so much, but he had to make sure that the other kids didn't notice that, because they could go to their parents and it would be a huge fuss about it and it would be over something petty and stupid. Jealousy. He was a good looking, great teacher, of course kids would try and get his attention, whether it was for girly kicks or a genuine want to do well. But he couldn't attend to everyone the same amount, unless he spread himself thin across his students. But he liked the personal aspect of teaching. He liked getting to know what made the kids tick. He liked to know how they learned best, and he couldn't work that out if he had to spend three minutes tops with each pupil, so he could get around them all. "Tut tut, Miss Harris, did your parents raise you with such a sharp tongue? Or is it something that you've recently acquired?"
[/color] He asked, raising his eyebrows, an amused look on his face. She had spectacular wit, he had to admit, and he enjoyed his conversations with her, they were refreshing. Everyone else tried to get him to be something that they wanted, and he wasn't asked for anything by the students. Other than knowledge. "Well, Miss Harris, I don't think that you're the type to let anyone stop you from doing what you wanted. If you wanted to leave, you would have done so already. So, take a seat"[/color] he offered, moving from his chair and sitting half on the edge of the desk instead, with his one foot on the floor to keep him well balanced. He crossed his arms and let his usual, half amused, half prideful smile cross his face. He had to admit, that if he had a child, (That should really be when, according to his parents, although he was dubious, he didn't know if he'd make a good father. He hardly doubted his abilities, but he always worried that he'd mess up, with his own kid or with the students of Hogwarts.) he hoped that they would be like Karen. She was a lot like himself, and he hoped that he could see that in his own children, if he had them like his parents wanted, (which was very likely,) because he liked to think that when he was gone from this world, he'd still be alive in the personalities of his children.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify] . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . [/size][/color] tagging;; karen harris. words;; 400&something. wearing;; click. lyrics;; can you dance like a hippogriff - the weird sisters. notes;; finally up! i love this song. credit;; emma from ach
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