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miss brambilla:

vera blinks in response, slim arms slowly finding their way to cross over an ample chest to tilt a head to the smallest degree : now, the young brambilla was ( kinda ) one of those people ! if wasn’t going to admit that, of course, since she was actually interested on said class after getting to know more about it by reading multiple books and asking a mother who actually had it in her younger years — but before that, she never thought ghoul studies would be that difficult. “ yeah … ” she mumbles under a silent breath, a yawn interrupting a speech she was about to speak out. sharp fangs make a small cameo when a mouth opens, but soon enough they disappear as she picks up her speech once again. “ and thinkin’ that way is stupid. i don’t even want to wonder what will happen when they get a job. anyways. ” a monotone voice comes to a stop for her to clear her throat, bored eyes glued on the professor’s face as she, once again, raises a dark eyebrow at her.

arielle had just been settling into the chat, when the girl yawned, and arielle caught sight of her fangs. her eyes widened ( almost comically ) and she hurriedly shuffled the papers on her desk. she didn’t want to make the student uncomfortable, or feel like she had to hide who she was, just because her teacher was a bit of a scaredy-cat. so she forced herself to breathe, and when she looked back up at her, she was speaking again and the fangs were gone. “ well, i’m glad to hear that you realise the importance of doing well. and unless you have any questions to ask me, i think that’s us done for the day. i still have the other students to get to, after all ! ” arielle talked a lot when she was nervous, but she also talked a lot when she was happy, and angry, and anywhere in-between.

#▓❀ ––– ❛ type ❜ | ❪ interactions. ❫#▓❀ ––– ❛ interactions ❜ | ❪ brambillas. ❫#▓❀ ––– ❛ date ❜ | ❪ first week of term. ❫#▓❀ ––– ❛ location ❜ | ❪ arielle’s office. ❫

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doroteias:

dorrie had left the wizarding wireless network station a bit later than usual that day. dorotéia refused to be anything other than fashionably late to social gatherings, and that event was bound to be a very good one. she headed straight to the bar, eyeing the crowd in the hopes of finding a familiar face. although not exactly familiar, she ended up sitting side by side with a pretty face. “you might be mistaking me for someone else, love… unless you’re the witch that called last month about her husband’s broomstick KINK?”

“ broomstick kink ? well, i haven’t heard that one before... ” arielle’s brow creased, as she tried not to think too hard about it. “ but no, didn’t you leave school fairly recently ? professor meadows –––– arielle, now though, i suppose ? ” it wasn’t uncommon for students to not actually know her very well at all: her class was not a core class, nor was it an elective, it was just entirely optional and definitely not popular.

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lezekiiel:

“i’ve heard that m u l t i p l e times now tonight. love, it’s quite literally been a few months..” lezekiel’s head tilted to the side as he sized up the hogwarts professor. “or do i have to address you as professor meadows still? i mean, i will if you want me to, but i have to admit– it reads as a bit kinky since i’m no longer a student at your place of work..” he trailed off, raising an eyebrow at the witch.

“ yes, and a few months is far too long ! ” calling her love hadn’t gone unnoticed, but arielle was no longer a teacher to him, so she supposed it didn’t really matter. it still felt a little odd, though, being surrounded by all these ex-pupils, who were adults now, living their own lives. “ you can just call me arielle. or ari, or elle, take your pick. ” arielle was fine with any of those, and she thought that ignoring his ‘ kinky ’ comment was probably for the best.

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moodboard: hufflepuff

“i still remember you as a little girl who overwaters plants because she doesn’t know when to stop giving.“ — trista mateer

#▓❀ ––– ❛ misc ❜ | ❪ puff pride. ❫

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fatima:

fatima beams at the sight of someone she knew nearby, gesturing towards the available seat beside her. “if you’re looking for a seat you’re more than welcome to come join me.” the half-veela offers kindly with that signature smile of hers. “or not that’s cool too, it’s just really great to be catching up with everyone since i know i don’t get to see anyone a whole lot. so i find it hard not to take advantage of just that.”

“ well, that’s very gracious of you ! ” arielle said to the former student. it was how she thought about all of the younger people around here, as former students –––– she had been teaching at hogwarts for a while now, and recognised a l o t of them from their time there. “ it’s a shame you don’t get to see anyone much, although being a professor up at the school, i definitely understand what you mean ! unless you count the students, it’s just the other professors and teaching assistants to keep you company. ”

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mr abell:

sebastian smiles when she gives him a response to his question, giving a small nod because he found himself understanding her : not literally, of course, but the part - veela could understand what she could go through as one of the softer teachers. he wasn’t part of her class, mainly because he finds said class rather intimidating, but he knew professor’s meadows and her upbeat personality. shame on the ones who take advantage of it ! “ yeah, hopefully no one gives you that, at least not for too long. how have you been ? ”

“ well, i’ll keep my fingers crossed that they don’t ! ” she joked, although it wasn’t something that genuinely bothered her; there were bigger things to worry about, she supposed. not that she worried about much. “ oh, i’ve been great, thank you ! and yourself ? ”

#▓❀ ––– ❛ type ❜ | ❪ interactions. ❫#▓❀ ––– ❛ interactions ❜ | ❪ sbastians. ❫#▓❀ ––– ❛ location ❜ | ❪ corridors. ❫#▓❀ ––– ❛ date ❜ | ❪ first week of term. ❫

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miss lovelace:

a kind spoken expression brings a giggle from the back of delaney’s throat, only because the female’s reaction to the lack of professor sprout’s presence would remind her to her own reactions after failing to keep up with the older woman’s visage. “ that’s a good reason to come here to see her, then. plus, it’s a little bonus that she is the sweetest … the perfect hufflepuff. ” she smiles, mindlessly rocking back and forth of her heels. “ i also like to visit her, but i am a little bit more connected to the plants than anything. maybe … she is in another greenhouse. ”

“ she really is ! ” arielle’s agreement was earnest; upon becoming a teacher here, it had been professor sprout who she had gone to for guidance, and the older woman had not yet let her down. it was comforting to have someone she considered a mentor around, who still to this day was there for arielle should she need her. it was rare to find people like that. “ i was never much of a herbologist myself, ” arielle admits. “ looking after plants was always something i found tricky, so i thought it b e s t to stay away from them and actually give them a chance ! and you’re right, she could be in another one. i’d best go check, then ! ”

#▓❀ ––– ❛ type ❜ | ❪ interactions. ❫#▓❀ ––– ❛ interactions ❜ | ❪ dlaneys. ❫#▓❀ ––– ❛ location ❜ | ❪ the greenhouses. ❫#▓❀ ––– ❛ date ❜ | ❪ first week of term. ❫

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arielle was running late; she had needed to partake in her shift of patrolling the corridors of hogwarts before she left. it didn’t take her long to walk into hogsmeade, and floo from the three broomsticks. upon arrival, she found the event already in full swing, so she headed straight from the bar to get caught up with those around her. it was there that she ran into a familiar face. “ well, hi there ! it’s been f a r too long ! ”

#wizard:hogwartshappyhour #wizardworldstarter #▓❀ ––– ❛ type ❜ | ❪ event. ❫

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mr noble:

“Ah, well, that certainly sounds less fun than Peeves being in a barge-load of trouble. At least to me it does.” Sterling shifted on his feet, trying to recall the last time he saw the poltergeist. Being a seventh year, Sterling had had a lot of practice in finding ways to block Peeves out.

“ i think almost everyone around here wants to see him get in trouble for something, though whether we ever will is another story. ” peeves was not popular among most of the students, and she could see why, but as an expert in ghouls, ghosts, and poltergeists, she found that she got along with him quite well. “ i’m guessing that he’s made you one of his unfortunate victims once or twice ? ”

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miss yaxley:

it wasn’t as if the task was extremely difficult either, so it wouldn’t be like her to turn something she was asked to do down. the snake beams at the professor at the mention of her still getting the house points. “please, this really is something you have to do especially not when i want to help you out.” she attempts to insist though it seems like she would be getting those house points either way.

“thank you so much.” nadia’s smile widens clearly pleased, although whether it was for the right reasons or not was hard to tell but she was certain she looked quite happy too. “i couldn’t help but say yes both because i wanted to and the other because you were so nice about it. but thank you for being so kind, i really appreciate i always love getting to chat with kind people they just bright my day up so much.”

“ oh, that’s so sweet of you, ” she said, positively beaming with joy. arielle was too trusting, too willing to see the good in people, that it hadn’t even crossed her mind that the slytherin might be sucking up to her. it was not the type of person she was, to suspect things; it was one of her strengths, having that trust, but it was also one of her downfalls. glancing over her shoulder, she saw the slytherin hourglass fill a little more as the points she had given registered. with another bright smile, the professor clapped her hands together. “ right, well, i’d best be getting on –––– don’t want to hold you up any longer ! ”

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miss brambilla:

“ morning. ” a greeting was stated with a monotone voice, a tone that stands accurate to the slytherin’s ALWAYS BORED tiny visage : it wasn’t as if vera’s goal was to be like that, because although she looks dead to the eye and probably also looks like she is just pretending to listen to the woman before her, vera was actually way too attentive on every spoken word, giving the individual short nods to motion she was, indeed, listening. a freckled nose scrunches at the end of the professor’s speech, a pair of questions making a silver tongue to hesitate on giving out an answer. she presses her lips together, brown eyes trailing up to the ceiling for a moment. “ i don’t have an actual answer. i just found it interesting. ” she muses, allowing a bored gaze to settle back on the blonde. “ and … i don’t know, to learning a lot of stuff ? ” that answer even makes her cringe, but she actually has no answer – she wanted to be part of this class, but there really wasn’t a way to explain her thoughts.

it wasn’t rare for her to have students who didn’t really have answers to her questions –––– she did, after all, teach teenagers. it was to be expected. finding it interesting was a great start though, and something arielle thought she could definitely work with. “ good, that’s good that you find it interesting. some students take it because they think it will be an easy class ( which it isn’t ), so it’s a good sign that you haven’t come in here and said that ! ” it was surprising, she thought, how many students did just that. and finding it interesting was definitely a start, definitely some thing to guide her in helping the student in front of her, anyway.

#▓❀ ––– ❛ type ❜ | ❪ interactions. ❫#▓❀ ––– ❛ interactions ❜ | ❪ brambillas. ❫#▓❀ ––– ❛ location ❜ | ❪ arielle’s office. ❫#▓❀ ––– ❛ date ❜ | ❪ first week of term. ❫

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miss bagnold:

a look of relief passed over claramae’s face. “oh,” she breathed, smiling. “well, i look forward to hearing all about it then. i’d love to stop by your office! i read this interesting article in hauntings today that i’d love to get your opinion on. it has to do with poltergeists and their influence in history over the centuries..” the witch said enthusiastically.

her eyes always held a certain light when she talked about ghoul studies; the same one that probably showed up when she was off exploring haunted residences, but that was neither here or there– and certainly nothing the professor in front of her needed to be concerned with, or generally aware of for that matter.

“..i think i brought it with me, i’ll remember to pack it with my belongings. anyways, how was your summer holiday?” claramae asked, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear; she frowned when her ring on her left hand got subsequently caught in her curls.

the prospect of discussing her passion with someone else ( who actually cared about it as much as she did ) was an exciting one. as she wracked her brain to try and recall if she’d actually read that particular article, let alone the latest issue, she felt a wide smile crossing her face. this was one of her favourite things about teaching; getting to see the passion that her subject inspired in students.

“ i’d love to discuss that article with you ! ” she enthused, and she was about to respond to the question about her holiday when her eyes caught sight of the ring that claramae was wearing. her eyes widened, and she felt her smile stretch wider. “ why, miss bagnold ! ” she exclaimed, “is that what i think it is ? ” in that moment, she felt nothing but excitement for the slytherin girl. “ i’m a bit of a hopeless romantic, i must confess. ”

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house posters: hufflepuff

You might belong in Hufflepuff, where they are just and loyal. Those patient Hufflepuffs are true, and unafraid of toil.

#▓❀ ––– ❛ misc ❜ | ❪ puff pride. ❫

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miss clearwater:

“it happens to the best of us so i get it completely, but m’glad you didn’t get hurt or anything.” aurora admits, a kind soul such as herself it was natural when she seen someone trip or fall that she’d rush over and make sure everything was alright. she found it hard not to do that or to be concerned it was kind of just an aurora thing.

“clearwater. or aurora – i just didn’t want to intrude and ask if it wasn’t okay some people don’t like questions like that.” she introduces herself sticking one of her hands out and extending it towards the professor. “i wouldn’t say that it blended in quite well i think anyone would have tripped over it.” she muses, in fact she hadn’t even seen it herself that it was there and it didn’t seem as though anyone else had either. or at least she hoped not it would have been rather mean to see it there and not move it. “could be i’ve seen that happen before.. it’s actually happened to me before, and of course it is. definitely don’t want anyone getting seriously injured. that wouldn’t be great at all.”

“ well thank you then, miss clearwater. ––– mind, i’d much rather use student’s first names, but it doesn’t seem as professional, does it ? ” arielle grinned sheepishly, reaching out her hand to shake aurora’s.

with a chuckle, the professor spoke once more. “oh, i doubt anyone would have done. if i’m honest, i definitely think i’m the clumsiest person around here ! ” about to say that she doubted anyone else would fall over it ( arielle was, by far, the clumsiest person out of everyone she knew ), her eyes widened in surprise when the girl confessed that she had done the same thing before. “ well, it seems as though i’ve found myself a kindred spirit, haven’t i ? ”

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miss lovelace:

delaney’s haphazard visits to the greenhouses have always been made out of routine, an eager ravenclaw waking up early not only to meet the duties as a sixth year student, but to greet the plants she grew up so fond with – even the dangerous one ! but with enough distance, of course. although summer went by rather quickly, way too quickly for her own taste, the brunette felt that the wait to be back in her favorite spot in hogwarts was way longer than it was supposed to be, so it wasn’t even a surprise to see the brunette excitedly wandering around the greenhouses. in the middle of the first week. currently, she is seen walking herself out of one of the many greenhouses outside of hogwarts, fingertips mindlessly both toying and braiding long locks as she wonders where to go next – but the sound of someone calling out for her makes her to slowly turn around, the usual kind smile widening a la delaney-esque as soon as she identifies the professor. “ professor meadows, good morning. ” the ravenclaw muses under a breath, a question making a playful grimace to appear upon marble. “ i think she just left, professor, but i’m not so sure. she was there when i walked in but then poof she disappeared. ”

it was hard not to return the girl’s smile, ( not that she’d want to avoid smiling at someone, of course ), and arielle thought it was nice that the girl was obviously here because she enjoyed the greenhouses ––– she clearly hadn’t been having a chat with professor sprout, by the sound of things ! ––– it was always nice to see students doing what they loved.

“ drat, ” her response did not match the tone of her voice, which was still upbeat and cheerful, as if nothing in the world could bring her down. and it was rare that anything ever actually did. arielle would simple come back later on in the week to visit the older woman, should she not be there now. “ i like to come and see her, ” she explained to delaney, “ she was my head of house while i was still at school myself. ” arielle liked to be as open with her students as she could be; she remembered that in her own days at school, she had always liked those teachers who treated her as an equal the best.

#▓❀ ––– ❛ type ❜ | ❪ interactions. ❫#▓❀ ––– ❛ interactions ❜ | ❪ dlaneys. ❫#▓❀ ––– ❛ location ❜ | ❪ the greenhouses. ❫#▓❀ ––– ❛ date ❜ | ❪ first week of term. ❫

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miss brambilla:

casual chit - chats are either loud, gentle, or gossip-y between multiple sixth years outside of an office, with every individual standing right behind of another as they wait for their turn to complete a meeting — but it was fine, most of said students seem to actually enjoy catching up with their friends even when this could be considered as time consuming ! vera was the exception, of course, a shoe clad foot impatiently tapping against the ground as a back remains pressed against the wall. it wasn’t as if the slytherin wasn’t eager to be back, because she really was ! the part - vampire wasn’t in the mood to talk to anyone, that’s all, and it also didn’t help that she would refuse to talk to anyone outside of her circle friend and the gryffindor boy behind her wasn’t even saying anything interesting to her, anyways ! a loud ‘ next ’ from inside said office is enough to push a tiny visage away from the wall, a small “ finally. ” coming past crimson pilgrims to walk herself away from her previous spot — not even bothering to give the now offended gryffindor a notice that it was her time to leave. soon enough, a tiny visage finds herself standing right before the professor’s visage, a pair of bored optics glued to the female’s face since she walked in. now, vera knew professor meadows — sure, blonde locks were hard to ignore, after all, but at the same time … she didn’t. perhaps it was because the blonde wasn’t really … there when they were in the same room, hence vera’s lack of interest and knowledge about the woman, especially when the brunette has never had the former hufflepuff as a teacher before until now. lips twitch into a little purse, the part - vampire currently done with their shared pause. “ professor meadows. ” it was stated as a greeting, dark eyebrows slowly raising in a disinterested way.

her hopes that the part-vampire would enter the room with a big smile and prove arielle’s nerves completely wrong were dashed when in walked the student, pursed lips, eyebrows raised. ❛ it doesn’t mean anything ❜ she thought to herself. perhaps the girl was shy, or maybe a very lovely person once you got to know her. it was no use trying to convince herself of such things, though. her fear had been reinforced almost instantly, and all she could do now was focus on getting over it and focus on being a good teacher.

shifting the papers around on her desk, arielle gave her a bright smile ( the brightest she could muster ) and tried to put her fears out of her mind. “ so, good morning ! i’m glad to see that you made it here. since i never get to teach any of you until sixth year, and your n.e.w.t.s are so important, i like to have little meetings at the beginning of the year to try and get to know you all ! ”

it was a similar speech to the one she gave all the other students; these meetings were intended to give arielle a feel for what each student was hoping to get out of her class, so that she could help them all in the best way possible. with so few students, arielle had the time to dedicate to helping them all individually, unlike a lot of the other teachers, who taught their subjects to a much wider range of school years.

“ so, that leads to my question ––– and, don’t worry, there’s no right or wrong answer here ––– why did you choose to take ghoul studies ? and what are you hoping to get out of the class ? ” her tone was, perhaps, a little less cheery than usual, but she thought she was doing well, acting as though she was not the least bit fazed by a part-vampire.

#▓❀ ––– ❛ type ❜ | ❪ interactions. ❫#▓❀ ––– ❛ interactions ❜ | ❪ brambillas. ❫#▓❀ ––– ❛ location ❜ | ❪ arielle’s office. ❫#▓❀ ––– ❛ date ❜ | ❪ first week of term. ❫

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sbastians:

a soft spoken greeting makes a hufflepuff to slowly turn around, footfalls that were walking him to nowhere in particular coming into a slow halt. a blank expression eventually turns into a friendly ( and lazy ) one when his eyes settle on professor meadow’s visage, a body slowly turning to her direction to speak. “ good morning. and … you can say that. ” he chuckles, two hands pushing through his pockets. “ what ‘bout you ? how’s everything ? no one has caused you trouble yet ? ”

arielle chuckled and shook her head; it was no secret that she was one of the softer teachers, and while some students tended to respect that well enough, there were always at least a few who liked to take advantage of her good nature. it wasn’t something she held against them, though. as a teacher, she supposed that she should be able to be a little harsher when the situation called for it, rather than simply... well, not.

“ no trouble yet, but give it until the end of the week and we’ll see. ” a grin and a shrug showed that she truly wasn’t bothered by the occasional lack of respect.

#▓❀ ––– ❛ type ❜ | ❪ interactions. ❫#▓❀ ––– ❛ interactions ❜ | ❪ sbastians. ❫#▓❀ ––– ❛ location ❜ | ❪ corridors. ❫#▓❀ ––– ❛ date ❜ | ❪ first week of term. ❫

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