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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2012 12:07:19 GMT -6
Saturday. What a wonderful day. Not a single lesson in sight, giving both teachers and students alike some time to catch up on what they've lost and simply relax. Paperwork was a hassle to most, but Professor Lovelace wasn't aghast to the idea. He found writing rather soothing and found himself completing his parchments as soon as they landed on his bureau. So when the weekends came, he had little work to catch up on. All he had to do was answer any letters and review his lesson plans for the coming week. And that didn't take long at all. In fact he was done by eleven o'clock. He'd awoken at six and gone straight to the bestiary to serve breakfast, then headed to his personal vegetable patch to douse them with water before heading to the highlands. A keen hiker, Silas liked to just walk and be alone with his thoughts. Having found a small gathering of periwinkles, he decided to have breakfast on the hillside, watching a dark shadow stir under the great lake. After he was finished and stuffed to the brim with muesli and banana on toast, he made his way back to the castle. Being groundskeeper, Silas was required to do his rounds around the grounds everyday - not that it bothered him particularly. The idea of spending his entire day outside was enthralling. A few doors locked and a few gates opened later, he was in his office. Then with the paperwork done, he prepared for lunch. He wouldn't be alone and so needed to spruce the place up a bit. Though he hadn't made any plans with anyone, he had a niggling feeling that someone would be knocking on his door.
For an office, Silas' was rather homely. There was no desk. Instead, there were two sofas facing each other and a fireplace humming away it's embers in the corner. With a quick dust about the place and a clean rug on the floorboards, he was ready.
"Looks like rain on the way, Nerina," he murmured, his fingers pulling back the curtain from the latticed window on the back wall. A toad croaked in reply out of nowhere. "Autumn is definitely rolling on..." Settling on one of the sofas, he drew out the Daily Prophet and turned straight to the crossword at the back. Rubbing an itch from his nose, he furrowed his brow - considering the first clue.
"Author of Dingle Dangle, Wingle Wangle" he asked the air. The toad croaked once more and Silas nodded. "Of course." And he penned it down.
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HERBOLOGY PROFESSOR
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Post by Catherine Dunham on Oct 2, 2012 23:07:01 GMT -6
It was a tradition, really. To spend the saturdays with professor Lovelace. Or Silas, as she should call him nowadays, but never really got in the habit of doing. He had been her favorite professor when she attended Hogwarts and was now one of her best friends at work. Most people probably considered him to be one of their best friends... He had that quality about him. Catherine enjoyed being around him because she could always feel like herself and also, he made fantastic tea. She was quite sure he put something in it, because she was seriously addicted.
They always had something to talk about as they had so many common interests, but he was also one of those rare people one could just spend an hour or two with in complete silence without it being awkward at all. As usual, she knocked happily on his door and entered without him having to say anything. He was probably sitting in one of his comfy sofas, and she had no wish to force him to get up.
”Tea time...!” she declared happily. She actually rubbed her hands together, and she could hardly stand still of excitement. Casually, she greeted him by placing her hand on his shoulder. As usual. ”Another crossword...?” she asked as she took a seat next to him.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 4, 2012 11:30:58 GMT -6
He'd barely begun reading the next clue when a familiar impatience came knocking on his door. You could tell a lot about a person just by the way they knocked a door. A straight forward individual would knock once and only once. A firm and clear knock. A musical individual would likely have a rhythmic inclination to their knock. And then there were those who knew what they wanted and just came walking straight into a room. Catherine seemed to be one of those people. As the door burst open to a grand entrance, 'right on cue', he thought. And in walking came the herbology professor, her words as impatient as her knocking.
"Don't worry, my dear," he gestured to the fireplace without even looking in it's direction with his understated quill. "It's already brewing." Sure enough, hanging on a hook (or a bail, to be technical), just above the flames, was a kettle with only a whiff of steam escaping from it's spout. It would be a few more moments before the water was ready. And there was no use in keeping watch on it or otherwise it would take much longer. It was a temperamental stovetop with a shy and stubborn personality. It refused to boil if one was watching it at work. "And the tea is all prepared." On a chest of drawers at the other side of the room was a tray of various leaves ranging through the green spectrum. Catherine was a fan of green tea, and Silas was planning on making hers as green as possible. There was no point in making a half attempt at anything in life, especially when it came to tea. As she slumped down next to him, the sofa jolted and Silas bounded up and then back into place. Ignoring her comment, he decided to offer her one of his own.
"You're late." With a raise of his brow, he pouted as if he was trying to work out the troubles of his life when in reality he was trying to deduce the answer to a clue. "I almost thought you weren't going to come, Cathy." This time he looked at her and smiled coyly before storing the paper away in a caddy at the side of the sofa. He had a guest and so it was only polite to entertain. "How was your week?" he asked, folding his arms - his woolen jumper blending into the fabric of the sofa. Of course, the two had crossed paths several times in the week, but it was nice to ask anyway.
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HERBOLOGY PROFESSOR
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Elli
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Post by Catherine Dunham on Oct 12, 2012 12:10:50 GMT -6
Catherine made a satisfied little sound as she relaxed in the seat next to him, assured by the fact that there was a tea-moment coming up. Silas knew exactly how to brew it - very green. She sniffed as he tried with the ‘you’re late’ comment. Of course she was late, that was her thing.
”The day I miss tea-day will be the day I’m dead.” Catherine said, returning the smile he gave her.
”I’ve had an excellent week, despite the fact that autumn is drawer closer and closer.” She shrugged. Her feelings towards this particular season was not of the happier kind. She found herself depressed when the leaves started to fall, when the days grew shorter and when everything prepared for the winter. ”Some of the students are really fantastic, they give me the energy I need right now, I think.” A particular student, Jessica Mars, came to mind. They had shared a very interesting afternoon in the school’s library.
”How about you, Silas?” Catherine asked.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 27, 2012 7:19:23 GMT -6
"Oh, now now..." he mumbled with glee. The young woman was always very complimentary about his tea-making skills as well as his professional work but he wasn't anything special. At least, he didn't think so himself. Making tea was hardly a fine art. He'd just learned to anticipate when others would need a hot beverage after a hard days work. He always had a flask ready when visiting the local allotments with his mother.
Her comment about the autumn made him smile inwardly, having only just thought the same before she arrived. Though much of plant life died during the autumn, he liked to see it as a chance for renewal and rebirth. Besides, the browns, reds and yellows that appeared throughout nature were a beautiful sight to see. "We will certainly have some more work to do than usual." He nodded. "But it will give plenty opportunity for the students to learn some seasonal magic."
"Indeed they are." He inclined his head in her direction. "I have a lovely bunch in third year. Well, and in sixth. Seventh and fourth are rather friendly too..."
"I'm well, thank you. Must remember to make some comfrey oil later today. Trenton, one of the horses, has some lower back pain. Oh," he raised a finger into the air. "Water's close to boiling." Then out of the silence, a low-baring whistle began to hum from the fireplace.
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