Hogwarts After Dark

Jason LaLisse · Professor Mops the Grass Joined: 27 Apr 2007 Posts: 11

Jason had brought the smallish class to a clearing and bid them to sit down while he began his introduction.

"Let me begin with this. Despite what our headmaster may have said previously, my name is Professor LaLisse and this is your Care of Magical Creatures lesson."

He paced aimlessly and enjoyed the sun for a moment enjoying the warmth for a moment before going on.

"Let's lay out a few ground rules:

I am not your friend.

You are not my peer, intellectually or otherwise.

We are not buddies.

We will not hang out.

You will not address me by any other terms than 'Professor'

We are not to have physical contact at any time during this course."

There was always one. One little smartaleck who had to raise the question, so he waited, and wasn't disappointed. This time it was a third year who raised her hand, and he smiled, but it was a shark's smile.

"If by any chance you pass out, or stop breathing, a house elf will be summoned to perform CPR for you. And if you need to be taken to the hospital wing, that is what hover charms are for, young lady."

Azalea Macnair · Slytherin Third Year Joined: 28 Jul 2007 Posts: 18

She frowned at the professor's answer. Looking at the gryffindor who had asked the question slowly pull her hand down. She looked back at the professor "so you mean to tell us that if we get attacked by one of your freaking animals that we're gonna hafta 'wait' for help BY A HOUSE ELF" she snorted in laughter at the thought. How preposterous. What was this professor on anyway? Her change of attitude was a bit odd compared to her transfiguration teacher. Only because LaLisse was not as interesting as Professor Irving. Who was young, hot, and not so much of a freak. While as this professor... Lalisse was seeming more of a weirdo by the second and perhaps a little gay. Though his rule making is so....sexy. Who didnt like a man in charge? And the fact that all the things she wanted to do with him were against his 'rules' just made it that much more appealing. A smile flickered on her lips as she waited for the professors reply. eyes gazing at him in a whole new perspective.

Ivy LaLisse · Gryffindor Third Year Joined: 27 Jul 2007 Posts: 19

Ivy rolled her eyes at Azalea's back. What a loser.

Every year, some lame girl had to become infatuated with her brother, and eventually make a fool of herself, and every year Ivy had to sit back and watch, and eventually pick up the pieces. To give her credit though, this girl didn't seem to be too obvious about it...more like she was a little interested, but undecided. Maybe Ivy could 'help'

After all, once she saw his lousy temper, how could she still be interested?

Ivy held up her hand and called out, "Excuse me Professor, will we be studying Crumple-Horned Snorkacks this term?" she smiled innocently and waited.
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Delilah Ann Johnson · Posted: Sun Jul 29, 2007 11:54 pm Post subject:

Delilah sat staring at anything but the professor. He was scary. No smiling. No humming. No flicker of compassion. Why why why. Why had she left her old school. She wasn't this person. She was creative. Kind. Loving. These people were harsh. Cruel. dare I say evil. Delilah wished she could go crying to someone. But she didn't have a shoulder to sob on. She wanted her Mommy. Her Daddy. Her Blankie.

Delilah tried hard to smile, but she was to petrified. But she had a question. She raised her hand above her head, it shook slightly. "Ummm. Professor, will we really be doing anything that...ummm... Dangerous," she said in a very small voice. She was frightened that the professor would be angered by her question, so she shrunk back into her chair and glanced about nevously.

Mallory Benson · Ravenclaw Fifth Year Joined: 28 Apr 2007 Posts: 51

Mallory groaned. Ivy pulled the same crap EVERY term. She would find some nonexistent creature and start asking about it, a tactic almost guaranteed to set LaLisse on fire.
She smiled weakly at the professor. yadda, yadda, yadda, same speech every term. At least nobody had lost a finger.

Yet.

She turned to Delilah and smiled, a little puzzled. She didn't recognize her, which was odd, she thought she knew all her fellow fifth years, but she'd figure it out after class. Away from LaLisse.
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Jason LaLisse · Professor Mops the Grass Joined: 27 Apr 2007 Posts: 11

Jason turned to Azalea, and said quite seriously, "As long as you follow my instructions to the letter, you will not be in any danger, young lady." He normally would have continued, but she was staring at him so oddly. Was his tie crooked? Did he have spinach in his teeth? What was going on?

He straightened his already straight tie, and took a quick look at the his watch, his reflection in the glass told him nothing. Nothing unusual at all. He cleared his throat, and continued.

Damn. His eyes narrowed and he glared at Ivy, who was taking full advantage of being his sister in order to be cute. Or what she thought was cute.

"For the last time there are no such things as Crumple horned Snorckaks!" he bellowed, and stood over her trying to look intimidating. "If you continue in this vein, I'll send an owl to your parents, and recommend a detention, young lady!"

He waited for a moment, before composing himself, and turning to Delilah. Pretty girl. And so sweet, she appeared.
"No, Miss Johnson, there will be nothing quite so dangerous in this class, as long as you can follow-" he was cut off by a huge roaring sound, and what sounded like trees being knocked over.

"Class dismissed"

Mallory Benson · Ravenclaw Fifth Year Joined: 28 Apr 2007 Posts: 51

Mallory shot a dirty look at Ivy, and grabbed her things and left. God, she always had to do that. What was her problem? Couldn't she just let one single term start smoothly? Typical thirteen year old.
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Azalea Macnair · Slytherin Third Year Joined: 28 Jul 2007 Posts: 18

Azalea looked over at the gryffindor, frowning at her comment. Moron... Crumple horned wajjamawhats? Even SHE knew those damn things werent real. She watched as the professor fixed his tie and answer her atleast.

".. so if some moron in the class makes a mistake, you mean to say they'll die a painful death as you watch and do absolutely nothing..." the smile widdened on her face, she licked her lips. This man was everything she was looking for. Ruthless, Wealthy, and had a thurst for violence. Exchanging a glare at the stupid gryffindor she watched the professor rave at the snot nosed brat.

"... why dont you just throw her into a pit filled with some of your beast things.. Im sure they'd be delighted to get fed fresh meat" she smiled, eyeing her soon-to-be-boyfriend. Oh I wonder if hes got a good build... Before she knew it, he was dismissing the class. She waited where she was... pretending to fiddle with her things.. just waiting for the rest of the class to leave to make her move.

Jason LaLisse · Professor Mops the Grass Joined: 27 Apr 2007 Posts: 11

"Miss Macnair, I trust you have good reason to linger after everyone else has left?" Jason stared at the girl, who looked rather parched. And oddly lewd, given her age. He hoped to whatever gods existed she wasn't going to be another case of a schoolgirl crush. He saw at least one of those every term. Somehow he got the impression that she wouldn't be so easy to dissuade as previous students. He sighed, and held his briefcase easily in one hand, his other stuffed into his suit jacket pocket, fingering his wand.
Not that he was actually considering hexing the little beast. Not during the first lesson of the term, anyway.

Azalea Macnair · Slytherin Third Year Joined: 28 Jul 2007 Posts: 18

".. oh I do" she nodded, eyes gazing into his. And it was just clear he was into her. The way his eyes were goggling all over her. Looking over her shoulder for a brief moment to make sure noone was there to interrupt she smiled to herself and took it to her advantage to 'assist' the professor. "Mr. Lalisse you look like you've... had a very very hard day..." her words lingered there for a moment, eyes triggered on the floor before slowly working its way back up to those vicious eyes. "Is there ANYTHING I could do to help... relieve the stress,,," her lips twisted into a seductive smile, and she brought herself closer to him, pressing herself against his chest, face barely an inch away from his. OH did he smell oh so good....