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Post by (Prof.) Yeardley Darcy on May 16, 2009 21:45:42 GMT -5
Professor Darcy, the head of the Defense Department at Puddlemere University was not and never would be Yeardley to his students. He wasn't that kind of teacher. Professor Darcy took his subject and teaching of it very seriously. He taught from a very long history of defense that was evident in the scars on his face. Just out of Hogwarts and a bit less serious than he was now, Yeardley qualified to become an auror and began his three years of training. In the years to follow, as a young man and a slightly older, more weathered one, he spent many years in the feild and gained many experiences of merit. He put many dangerous men behind bars and saved countless lives. It wasn't without cost, though. Two failed marriages and the perminent scars on his face and chest were enough to prove just what a hard life it was.
Now retired, he stayed out of the line of action, rather teaching his students how to protect themselves from experience. He avoided teaching the lower level classes and really wasn't the most pleasant and personable celebrity for the Defense students but he knew what he was talking about. For the most part they listened and if they didn't they were gone. Plain and simple.
Today, after finishing one of his more promising classes, Yeardley made his way around his desk, not looking up as his students left the room. He was busy gathering up what he hoped would be better homework than last time. For their sake it better be. He sat, looking over the papers in front of him.
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on May 16, 2009 22:15:01 GMT -5
As much as Angel would like to brag about being in one of Professor Darcy's more promising classes she wasn't. Not really. She mostly had 100 level defense classes (Charms too of course). Though she had haggled her way into a 200. It took some convincing, bringing up her old grades and all that, but somehow she'd gotten into it. Preventing harm with and without magic. She was sure she could have skipped the 100's completely with a bit more persuasion, but she didn't want to push her luck. It was a wonder she got in at all. She didn't need to get pushed back because she was being cocky.
Which she was. Plain cocky. But she felt she had the right to be on occasion, so she let it slide. No one complained. And if they did, they were Olivia. No one cared when she complained. Not Angel anyways.
Though she was having an annoying amount of trouble on her homework. One question in particular. Yes, she knew the class wasn't until tomorrow. But she wanted it out of the way. And it just was not coming to her. So...Why not ask the Professor?
Scarred as he was that didn't make him any less attractive. In fact, it may have made him more so. Dangerous, maybe. That was attractive. And who could blame her for hitting on him? Constantly. She may have worn skimpier things around him. More low cut shirts. What? She had assets and she planned on using them.
"Professor Darcy. I need help."
Why skirt around it? She needed help. Making her way into the room, skimpy skirt tight shirt and all, she sauntered over to his desk. Dodging students on her way. Holding the paper in question.
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Post by (Prof.) Yeardley Darcy on May 16, 2009 22:24:14 GMT -5
No, Angel was not one of his more promising students though he knew that he would be seeing much more of her. Partially because his subject was one she needed quite a few classes in and partially because... he was seeing much more of her. Increasingly. No, not of his own accord.
He was sure she got quite a few looks from the students leaving his classroom, she was a very beautiful girl afterall, but he tried to keep his eyes lowered until there was really no way of avoiding it. She spoke and he glanced up from skimming an essay. As usual her dresscode in his classroom was... well, not against the rules persay, they didn't have uniforms in college, but, lets just say if he were her father he could be up and covering her with a cloak right now and always. Yes, father. He was old enough to be her father.
He didn't sigh. He had more restaint than that, though there may have been a slightly tired tone to his voice. This wasn't an unusual occurance.
"What can I help you with Miss Rubuelta?"
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on May 16, 2009 22:30:58 GMT -5
Old enough to be her father. She really didn't care. She would chase a man several times her age if she felt like it. Age wasn't an issue. Ever.
It just so happened though that most men that old were undesirable. C'est la vie.
"I was under the impression that there was no counter. I don't remember you ever saying that there was one."
She set the paper down in fromt of him so he could see what she was talking about. This time she actually did need help. Not like last time when she was feigning stupid. Either she didn't catch something or someone was lying to her.
No, she wasn't going to remind him that he could in fact call her Angel.
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Post by (Prof.) Yeardley Darcy on May 16, 2009 22:39:40 GMT -5
Yeardley's first wife had been only a couple years younger than him. His second, younger than that. None had been half his age, though. Either way, she was a student and he wasn't looking. That part of his life was over. Besides, it had been selfish of him in the first place. Work came first. Period.
He eyed the paper, reaching over to pull it closer. For a moment he read, leaving her in silene as he assessed the situation. Finally, he spoke, sliding it back and looking down at his work again.
"What do we do if there is no specific counter, Miss Rubuelta?"
Obviously a simple question from his monotonous, 'I've told you this before', tone.
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on May 16, 2009 22:46:19 GMT -5
Conceited of him to think that she wanted more than just a night or two. She wasn't about to say whether or not that was true. That only mattered if something became of her flirting.
"Angel. If I remembered that I wouldn't be here now would I?"
She rollled her eyes, taking the paper back. And she may have been there. If she had finished her work she may have gotten bored.
"I've tried thinking about it and I can't remember. I guess you'll just have to teach me again."
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Post by (Prof.) Yeardley Darcy on May 16, 2009 22:50:52 GMT -5
He didn't know what she wanted or why she wanted it and he didn't really want to. He wanted to teach what he knew best and live out the rest of his life that way. He didn't need students bothering him about personal matters. He wasn't cold, just realistic.
He sighed, finally looking back up at her again and laying down his quill.
"We use a generic counter. Not everything is going to be set in stone, Miss Rubuelta. Sometimes we have to think on our feet."
He ignored her correcting her name.
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on May 16, 2009 22:53:35 GMT -5
She was realistic too. Humans had needs. Men had needs. That was realistic.
"Angel. And if it's against something strong? I don't think generic counters can do that. So shouldn't there be something else?"
She wasn't trying to be difficult. She was just trying to say think on your feet or not it was a little ridiculous.
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Post by (Prof.) Yeardley Darcy on May 16, 2009 22:59:19 GMT -5
He would be fine.
Another sigh.
"It depends on the strength of the counter. Have you been studying them like I asked?"
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on May 16, 2009 23:00:43 GMT -5
For now.
"Yes. I did the rest of the assignment, didn't I?"
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Post by (Prof.) Yeardley Darcy on May 16, 2009 23:03:11 GMT -5
He nodded, unphased.
"Yes, you did. And I'm telling you other protective means are necesary without a counter."
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on May 16, 2009 23:08:26 GMT -5
And she sighed. Could she atleast get an emotional rise out of him? Honestly, he was making her feel useless. Sort of.
"Okay. I get that. Is that all I need to know, or is there more?"
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Post by (Prof.) Yeardley Darcy on May 16, 2009 23:09:47 GMT -5
No, sorry. Nothing like that.
He looked back down.
"That's all."
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Post by Angelita Rebuelta on May 16, 2009 23:12:52 GMT -5
"Well in that case, have you eaten?"
She held her posture a little better. Letting her assets make themselves better known.
What? No one can say she never tried.
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Post by (Prof.) Yeardley Darcy on May 16, 2009 23:14:43 GMT -5
He could feel the tone in the room shift and knew that looking up for him right now might not be the best idea. He knew what she was up to. Yes, she always did try.
"There is nothing about food on that sheet, Miss Rubuelta."
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