Post by TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TEAGAN TE on Aug 8, 2007 22:38:57 GMT -5
Instead of the supposed professor immediately answering, a familiar face actually popped out of the flood of boogieing, hormone-enraged students. Geldaline appeared with her own red hair loose, dancing on her shoulders and lovely curls, curls that Teagan's own red hair was so determined to not form. Her dress wove gracefully around her neck, and it held what appeared to be a hair clip on it. She was also holding some elegant shoes, shoes Teagan would hardly dare wearing; she liked things simple, and those windy things would probably not help her escape from bobbing green miniature girls, would they?
The gryffindor touched the supposed professor's shoulder (was such an intimate gesture even acceptable between a student and professor?) and politely addressed him. His name was Andrey the Grey, and he was indeed a professor. However, he seemed not to notice the head girl at all. Surprise, surprise. Then again, what did she care? Avoiding people and possible friends was supposed to be her priority, right, bitter and lonely as it might feel? She scanned the crowd.
The gryffindor who made much more of an attempt to look pretty than Teagan did finally greeted Teagan, but she looked a little embarrassed. The ravenclaw returned the words with a small, sad, genuine smile. Geldaline, the sixth year gryffindor, a student of Teagan's year who had arrived only a few days ago.
The head girl pushed away any twinges of jealousy nipping at her mind. After all, caring was the easiest way for a person to die; caring for someone was like instant suicide, a slow, wicked poison setting its forces at your weak points, waiting for the order to attack; then, the person doing the caring lost everything. That was the way life worked, and, as far as the purple-eyed sixteen-year-old was concerned, caring was her absolute worst enemy, something she should never ever do again.
She looked into the crowd for a few seconds, not really seeing them, and her eyes grew distant, hazy. She quickly snapped them out of their painful reverie and tried to focus on something. Her eyes watched dancers and groups of dancers and people sitting down.
Conversation buzzed at her side, and she attuned her ears to their words. The professor taught runes, so he would lecture in at least one of Teagan's classes. He seemed quite concerned with Geldaline. Might it have been because of her open beauty, how she hid as little as Teagan did hide? Maybe he was some kind of pervert professor... Such a good thing that Teagan was be such a meanie...
Yuh-oh. The fiend in green hopped onto the staff table. How could these other people not notice, including this professor who seemed absolutely oblivious to anything except Geldaline's lonely sorrows?
Geldaline was probably missing Ani and people from her home. Actually, Teagan should have asked about the spirit wolf. Really, she decided, when it came to manners, she tended to lack them.
The green gal cried in that strange language and launched, charging at the oh-so-innocent Monolayre.
Really, could Teagan Monolayre get much more stressed than this tonight? She closed her lush lips together, feeling them softly meet and only allow small streams of air through their ruffled surfaces, into her stiff mouth.
The very forward green being lunged for Teagan's soft hand, a hand that immediately became quite stiff; the head girl did not exactly allow the motion, but so be it. Her punch was knocked free and split out onto the floor by the runes teacher and Geldaline. The ruby liquid thinly splattered and slid, slithering into the cracks on the floor and beckoning toward the impatient, social-deficient dancers that were so hormone-possessed that all they cared about was strutting and looking "cool" and trying to seem worthy of someone's love. Quite unlike them, Teagan never wanted the wretched loss of that feeling to rip all she knew apart again. The plastic cup rolled clumsily on the floor; it was flat on one side.
The head girl's head was lowered. Her arm stretched out from the tugging, but her shoulder was relaxed. The Monolayre glowered. Her eyes were painfully fierce violet gems with rare specks of red. Her soft, pale skin was at ease, but she awoke it with a taste of adrenaline pulsing through her icy facade, turning into a slightly more peach color.
Somehow, the aloof professor did not notice the very-likely-to-soon-get-violent scene at his side. Geldaline remained as firmly polite as ever in their conversation. The professor gave some advice that Teagan probably should have given much more thought to, but she kept her heart safely hidden in that ice cold den. She did not pay as much attention as she really wanted to; she continued leering at the stranger tugging on her hand. As high and mighty as it seemed of her to be, something she was a little ashamed about, she greatly doubted that any normal person would actually do what this tiny humanoid thing was attempting. It actually had the gall to invade and touch her flesh, a strange and bold thing for any person so defiant to the head girls own desires. People in Spain certainly did not act as nice as most Teagan was used to. Personal space, much?
Still, really. English should have been something for this oddly forward and suspicious character to learn. Teagan continued to let it clasp her left hand. Her right continued to lightly hold her robe over her dress. Her eyes were unrelenting, and the sensation that she was being threatened only made her hands feel so much more like wood carvings with skin plastered onto them.
"Go," she hissed quietly, softly in a musical but very firm and and assertive voice, "away." She was a rattlesnake, shaking her brown tail in a final warning. If she ended up getting kicked out of this splendid school and replaced, then some other school could act as her savior; this was a reasonable risk.
The gryffindor touched the supposed professor's shoulder (was such an intimate gesture even acceptable between a student and professor?) and politely addressed him. His name was Andrey the Grey, and he was indeed a professor. However, he seemed not to notice the head girl at all. Surprise, surprise. Then again, what did she care? Avoiding people and possible friends was supposed to be her priority, right, bitter and lonely as it might feel? She scanned the crowd.
The gryffindor who made much more of an attempt to look pretty than Teagan did finally greeted Teagan, but she looked a little embarrassed. The ravenclaw returned the words with a small, sad, genuine smile. Geldaline, the sixth year gryffindor, a student of Teagan's year who had arrived only a few days ago.
The head girl pushed away any twinges of jealousy nipping at her mind. After all, caring was the easiest way for a person to die; caring for someone was like instant suicide, a slow, wicked poison setting its forces at your weak points, waiting for the order to attack; then, the person doing the caring lost everything. That was the way life worked, and, as far as the purple-eyed sixteen-year-old was concerned, caring was her absolute worst enemy, something she should never ever do again.
She looked into the crowd for a few seconds, not really seeing them, and her eyes grew distant, hazy. She quickly snapped them out of their painful reverie and tried to focus on something. Her eyes watched dancers and groups of dancers and people sitting down.
Conversation buzzed at her side, and she attuned her ears to their words. The professor taught runes, so he would lecture in at least one of Teagan's classes. He seemed quite concerned with Geldaline. Might it have been because of her open beauty, how she hid as little as Teagan did hide? Maybe he was some kind of pervert professor... Such a good thing that Teagan was be such a meanie...
Yuh-oh. The fiend in green hopped onto the staff table. How could these other people not notice, including this professor who seemed absolutely oblivious to anything except Geldaline's lonely sorrows?
Geldaline was probably missing Ani and people from her home. Actually, Teagan should have asked about the spirit wolf. Really, she decided, when it came to manners, she tended to lack them.
The green gal cried in that strange language and launched, charging at the oh-so-innocent Monolayre.
Really, could Teagan Monolayre get much more stressed than this tonight? She closed her lush lips together, feeling them softly meet and only allow small streams of air through their ruffled surfaces, into her stiff mouth.
The very forward green being lunged for Teagan's soft hand, a hand that immediately became quite stiff; the head girl did not exactly allow the motion, but so be it. Her punch was knocked free and split out onto the floor by the runes teacher and Geldaline. The ruby liquid thinly splattered and slid, slithering into the cracks on the floor and beckoning toward the impatient, social-deficient dancers that were so hormone-possessed that all they cared about was strutting and looking "cool" and trying to seem worthy of someone's love. Quite unlike them, Teagan never wanted the wretched loss of that feeling to rip all she knew apart again. The plastic cup rolled clumsily on the floor; it was flat on one side.
The head girl's head was lowered. Her arm stretched out from the tugging, but her shoulder was relaxed. The Monolayre glowered. Her eyes were painfully fierce violet gems with rare specks of red. Her soft, pale skin was at ease, but she awoke it with a taste of adrenaline pulsing through her icy facade, turning into a slightly more peach color.
Somehow, the aloof professor did not notice the very-likely-to-soon-get-violent scene at his side. Geldaline remained as firmly polite as ever in their conversation. The professor gave some advice that Teagan probably should have given much more thought to, but she kept her heart safely hidden in that ice cold den. She did not pay as much attention as she really wanted to; she continued leering at the stranger tugging on her hand. As high and mighty as it seemed of her to be, something she was a little ashamed about, she greatly doubted that any normal person would actually do what this tiny humanoid thing was attempting. It actually had the gall to invade and touch her flesh, a strange and bold thing for any person so defiant to the head girls own desires. People in Spain certainly did not act as nice as most Teagan was used to. Personal space, much?
Still, really. English should have been something for this oddly forward and suspicious character to learn. Teagan continued to let it clasp her left hand. Her right continued to lightly hold her robe over her dress. Her eyes were unrelenting, and the sensation that she was being threatened only made her hands feel so much more like wood carvings with skin plastered onto them.
"Go," she hissed quietly, softly in a musical but very firm and and assertive voice, "away." She was a rattlesnake, shaking her brown tail in a final warning. If she ended up getting kicked out of this splendid school and replaced, then some other school could act as her savior; this was a reasonable risk.