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Post by (Prof) Ciardha Delaney on Nov 26, 2008 1:17:22 GMT -5
She swallowed, gnawing at the inside of her lip. She couldn't tell you why she felt so uncomfortable all of a sudden. Talking to her students was easy. She was higher up than them and she could tell them to do whatever she wanted. End of story. This was hard, though, there was something in the way that she was looking at her that made her shift a bit, fiddling with glass.
She took a breath, catching her composure again.
"If I wanted bad service I would stay at the school."
She took another sip of her wine.
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Post by Althea Markovic on Nov 26, 2008 1:24:21 GMT -5
Althea laughed warmly and took another bite of her custard. "Or bad food," Althea said, gesticulating with her spoon. She smiled at Ciardha suddenly, and then she looked away.
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Post by (Prof) Ciardha Delaney on Nov 26, 2008 1:30:26 GMT -5
Usually here alone, or wherever she decided to spend her time, Ciardha cracked an uncharacteristic smile. At least, half of one. And then, Althea's smile just made it worse. Sitting by herself in a French restaurant, sipping tea, Ciardha was smiling. She looked down at her wine, fiddling with it a bit.
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Post by Althea Markovic on Dec 8, 2008 4:36:21 GMT -5
Althea glanced up again and she saw her usually sour professor smiling to herself. She thought of how beautiful she looked when she smiled, and then she went back to her food, knowing that it wasn't becoming of a woman to think that other women were beautiful, especially when the thought was accompanied by a warmness in her belly.
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Post by (Prof) Ciardha Delaney on Dec 8, 2008 23:15:11 GMT -5
It didn't last extremely long. Now looking away from the girl it slowly slipped off her face, back to her usual cold expression. She marked the last red stroke on the paper in front of her and started packing them back up. She didn't particularly feel like being out in public anymore.
She finished off her wine.
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Post by Althea Markovic on Dec 8, 2008 23:38:14 GMT -5
Althea was paying her bill when she saw that Ciardha was packing up. After tipping her waiter generously, she walked gracefully over to the table that her professor was seated at. "Would you care to accompany me on the walk back to the castle, Professor?"
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Post by (Prof) Ciardha Delaney on Dec 8, 2008 23:58:21 GMT -5
Not having to wait for a check, Ciardha stood, carefully brushing off her dress to rid it of any wrinkles she had acquired while sitting. Looking unkempt was completely out of the question even on her days off. She had just bent to pick up her bag when Althea walked up to her.
She straightened, paused and blinked at her student. She was caught off guard.
"O-of course."
She didn't like feeling flustered. It was one of the reasons she stayed in her wing of the school where she was always smarter and more put together than anyone else. It was her territory and she felt comfortable in it.
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