She left school at sixteen back home. That was the legal minimum age to leave, not that she attended much anyway in the last few years she had left there. She’d sit back and smirk as her mother was given grief for not keeping her daughter in school. They’d threaten to put her in care, take legal action because it was getting so bad. ’Serves you right, y’cow. It’s all your fucking fault.’ She’d think to herself, and often tell her mother when they’d get home
( ... )
Leon has worked hard in the past year. Like really fucking hard. Going out and almost killing himself helped too, oddly, but he has worked really hard to reform himself from being a 'bad kid' who gets into fights into the good quiet kid who does his homework and doesn't bother anyone.
That being said, working that hard is difficult. Sometimes he gets the itch under his skin still, and he just has to pick fights. Or at least argue with someone. He doesn't even particularly want to, but apparently sour moods are contagious.
"Don't think deathsticks are allowed on campus," he half-growls at her from a few feet away. "Can you seriously not wait until the school day's over?"
Of everything to poke at, smoking is probably not exactly what Leon was looking for. What is he, some kind of major anti-smoking person? He doesn't really give a fuck if she smokes. It's just the principle of the thing, really.
Scarlett turns her head at the voice; she wasn’t paying any attention to anything else. She was too busy muttering and cursing to herself. She straightens up, pulling her shoulders back and fixing him with a hard stare.
Cheeky bastard.
“How about you mind your own fucking business?” she replies coldly, flicking ash and taking another drag. “The fuck d’you think you are, lar?*”
“Not that I want to be in this stupid country, but isn’t it meant to be a free one?” she sneers. She wants to be back home, back in Northampton. Back when things went her way.
She’s already trying to worm her way inside his head, but he can’t tell that. She’s looking for things to use, ready to get him off because she really doesn’t want to deal with the preachy non-smoking shit from this loser.
Scarlett frowns. This one’s difficult to crack into and she’s not sure why. He seems different. Unfortunately, Scarlett has yet to learn just who she can use her powers on - her human mother being the only one who’s felt the full brunt of them.
Miss Buffy Summers happens to be sitting in her office, getting used to her new desk.
It's been a while since she's been behind a desk. In fact, it's been a while since she's done the guidance counselor thing, period. It seems like forever ago that she was doing this in Sunnydale, and now that she's getting the chance to do it here under similar circumstances? It feels good.
It feels really good.
So she's sitting at her desk, adjusting her pencil holders, computer, and assorted desk materials while she waits for a student to arrive. She's not expecting a lot of traffic on the first day of school, but who knows? She might get someone.
Soon-ish.
... She has a feeling she's going to be really bored.
He knows that Buffy is here working, and well, Xander is here schooling. It is all very weird, and he wants it to stop, but he also wants to graduate so that he can get that raise at his own work.
He stops by her office, knocking on the door before opening it.
"So I'm having some trouble with my emotions." Xander walks in without waiting for any further permission to step inside. "Basically, my emotion over you working at a school while I'm... going to the school. You realize, I have to call you Ms. Summers?"
Buffy can't help the smirk as he comes in, picking her chin up off her hand. Previously there had been no entertainment, but now there is Xander entertainment, and that is a much more exciting thing.
"How do you think Dawn felt when I actually did this at Sunnydale High? I'm pretty sure she avoided the guidance counselor's office as much as possible."
It doesn't even occur to her that Xander probably doesn't know who Dawn is. But that's the difference a couple of years can make -- in Buffy's case, more than a couple, but the point still stands.
Xander is glad that he can provide good entertainment. He shuts the door behind himself and plops down in the chair in front of her desk, lifting his feet up and sliding his hands behind his head.
Like he owns the place.
"Dawn? One of those future people, huh?" He shakes his head. "I'm sure it's weirder for me, because I went to high school with you before."
Teacher's LoungedaredtobelieveSeptember 8 2011, 03:00:59 UTC
When the kids are just too much, when your classroom feels like the walls are closing in, or for when you just need a few moments to step back and breathe- The teacher's lounge will always welcome you home. There are tables and chairs, a few old magazines, a refrigerator with... questionable contents, and of course... Your fellow staff members. Come in, have a seat. It's better than therapy.
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The first day at a new job can be especially stressful, which is why Helen has made sure to make herself familiar with the teacher's lounge right off the bat. She's even brought in her own tea kettle to sit right beside the coffee maker (blasted thing) and has started a pot of water to boil. While it warms, she finds a particularly comfortable chair to settle into, taking in her surroundings.
[ooc: Start your own threads, reply directly to Helen, go crazy, Rift teachers!]
for Helen and also open c: cupofdoomSeptember 12 2011, 11:01:26 UTC
Sybill Trelawney steps into the teacher's lounge initially on one of the few breaks that she gets during the day. By step in, it's more of a glide that results in her walking direction into the counter.
"Oh! That's-- Yes." She turns from it as if she hadn't just tripped into anything at all, and she sets about looking for where she's left her lunch. It must be in the refrigerator somewhere!
She is CERTAIN that she has left it in there. SOMEWHERE.
Yet it appears to be ABSOLUTELY nowhere at all! This is quite, quite disheartening indeed. She's getting a bit frantic in her search! It had a particular casing around it, yes. It should be in here, hmm.
Later, she wanders back into the lounge hoping to sit for awhile, muse over her day and think of how her Future Days will go. She only happens to notice Helen there because of the sound of the water boiling. "Hello!"
At some point, it just so happens that she and Gilderoy are in there at the exact same time. He was just drifting in to grab some water (because he does not trust the water fountains), but then he stops because she is here and why is she here?
Maybe she's lost.
...no, probably not. She's probably teaching. But what in Merlin's name would she possibly teach here?
He could always ask and find out.
Except it seems he's stuck in gobsmacked mode and can't do much other than blink his charmingly blue eyes.
Sybill has not quite noticed Gilderoy yet. She still has her head in the refrigerator, going from one shelf to the next to the next... to the next. This is quite distressing. Did she leave it in her classroom? Did she leave it on the bus?
It is too bad she does not have all her herbs and things with her yet. She could do a revealing spell of some sort which leads her directly to her lunch. Sybill sits back on her heels as she is dressed in clothes she isn't entirely comfortable in, but this is what she was told to wear. She does have necklaces and earrings dangling from her still to keep some of her own haphazard style in tact.
Something like it.
Then she sees Gilderoy. "Oh! You're--" She tilts her head to the side, looking quite befuddled. "Why are you here?"
No, it hasn't occurred to her that he could be teaching considering she last knew him only as the famous author that he was and before that her classmate, best friend, etc...
Harry sits in the lunchroom, wondering at his life. Everything is so different from Hogwarts, different even than the muggle school that he attended before he even knew about Hogwarts. It's-- an adjustment is right actually, and he's looking for Hermione and Luna to try to find them.
He has a tray of food in his hand, and he isn't certain that any of it is actually meant to be edible. Alright, not all of it looks so bad, but when you're used to a glorious, magical feast that refills itself... this is a bit odd. There are people separating themselves based upon what they're... wearing apparently?
Harry doesn't quite understand.
At all. Thankfully, he managed to grab a table and he's claimed it for them. Now it's a matter of flagging them down... and mentioning to Hermione about their last period of the day. Who is teaching it exactly.
He knows that she must be the opposite of pleased.
Hermione, thankfully, shares her lunch period with Harry, and several other classes. She will admit that, much as she has been looking forward to this day, there's the usual nerves and trepidation at being thrown into such a new world. Hermione isn't one to openly admit such a thing, but she's kind of an insecure sort, especially when thrown into completely unfamiliar circumstances.
It's where her need to prove herself only becomse that much stronger.
It's all very bizarre.
Like some very bizarre social experiment, and she's not entirely sure what to think about their new classmates.
A tray will be placed directly across from Harry and soon after, Hermione will be sliding into the bench. Her hair is a bit out of sorts and she pushes it back impatiently. "Well?" she demands.
How has his day been so far, is what she means. In Hermione speak.
Harry is thankful they share so many classes together as well especially lunch as he doesn't fancy eating by himself. It's what he did back when he did attend muggle school before he'd ever learned of being a wizard at all.
It's part of why he was so hesitant about this, that and he knew he would miss Hogwarts. He does miss it, and this entire school seems so strange to him, but it's also not a terrible adjustment. It's not horrible in comparison, and it's actually nice to have something to do everyday that feels important at least for himself.
He can get a proper education and then decide his future from then on. It's giving him some power, some place in this universe that isn't technically his but might as well be after how long he's been here.
Harry glances at her tray and makes another face at the food there. It's a helpless thing. He glances at her, smirking a little at the Well in that demanding way of hers. Her hair is a bit out of sorts
( ... )
Hermione likely did something similar, as she'd had no friends before him and Ron. There wasn't an easy way to make friends, at least that is how it felt back then. Her friends were her books, and finding somewhere to sit was almost agony day in and day out. Comes with the insecurity thing that she is very resistant to let show.
It should be noted she has gotten better about that over the years.
She misses Hogwarts more than she can adequately put into words. The walls, the classrooms, the teachers--all of them a visible and painful reminder of how very much not Hogwarts it is, as keen as she will always be on learning, on advancing. Hermione has a great fear of being stagnant
( ... )
She did not know what to expect, quite frankly, but she will admit that nothing could compare to the real thing. She is sitting in a Biology classroom with Harry Potter characters, one of which is teaching at the helm and--
Well, she does not know how she feels about this.
So she will quite frankly keep staring from her spot at the far end of the room, since she doesn't like drawing too much attention to herself.
Once Biology is finished with, it's lunch time and she still has to figure out where she will be having it this year. Avoiding the Plastics, for sure.
Sybill Trelawney is indeed at the helm of it. She has been rambling about things that are only vaguely related to Biology with some addition about the future here and there. It is all quite difficult to describe.
Thankfully, she did hand out outlines that people are supposed to 'elaborate' on them, but there is some semblance of information on those outlines.
Sybill notices Sarah, because she is staring at a spot at the far end of the room and STARING with such INTENT.
"MY DEAR," she calls out! The rest of the class' attention all snaps to Sarah since Sybill is pointed in that direction, hand extended to her.
Well, Harry Potter is not staring in shock and interest like most of the others. He is facepalming from his desk and looking mildly apologetic.
Mainly due to the fact she didn't notice she was being spoken to, that it was her Trelawney was singling out, until she noticed absolutely everyone was looking at her now. Her cheeks feel like they're on fire, and her hand drops from her chin and she straightens in place.
Clearing her throat somewhat uselessly.
"What I see?" she asks uncertainly, shifting in place, forcing herself not to fidget. She is not a fan of being called out in class, and would much rather slip under the radar. There's a snicker or two that only makes her cheeks feel further on fire.
Hermione does not look like she is in shock. She is, however, folding her arms across her chest and rolling her eyes in exasperation. Honestly!.
"I see... something... unbelievable."
Which is, at the very least, true. This is all hard to believe.
Sybill stares at her during these several moments.
Jeremy Gilbert is about to facepalm, but he tries to think of something to say instead to take her attention away. He clears his throat, but Trelawney does not seem to be bothered or deterred for ONE moment.
What I see?
Sybill nods, slowly inching closer and closer to Sarah ACROSS the floor, one step at a time, inch by inch, step by step, one foot in front of the other until she is staring desperately at Sarah. Her eyes are wide and owlish behind her thick rimmed glasses. Her hands flit about, wringing together in front of her.
She climbs up on the desk, sitting cross legged. Yes, she has climbed up on Sarah's desk and is sitting there. She folds her arms and leans in. Some students are popcorn.gifing in the back. Other students are looking baffled or disgruntled.
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She left school at sixteen back home. That was the legal minimum age to leave, not that she attended much anyway in the last few years she had left there. She’d sit back and smirk as her mother was given grief for not keeping her daughter in school. They’d threaten to put her in care, take legal action because it was getting so bad. ’Serves you right, y’cow. It’s all your fucking fault.’ She’d think to herself, and often tell her mother when they’d get home ( ... )
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That being said, working that hard is difficult. Sometimes he gets the itch under his skin still, and he just has to pick fights. Or at least argue with someone. He doesn't even particularly want to, but apparently sour moods are contagious.
"Don't think deathsticks are allowed on campus," he half-growls at her from a few feet away. "Can you seriously not wait until the school day's over?"
Of everything to poke at, smoking is probably not exactly what Leon was looking for. What is he, some kind of major anti-smoking person? He doesn't really give a fuck if she smokes. It's just the principle of the thing, really.
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Cheeky bastard.
“How about you mind your own fucking business?” she replies coldly, flicking ash and taking another drag. “The fuck d’you think you are, lar?*”
“Not that I want to be in this stupid country, but isn’t it meant to be a free one?” she sneers. She wants to be back home, back in Northampton. Back when things went her way.
She’s already trying to worm her way inside his head, but he can’t tell that. She’s looking for things to use, ready to get him off because she really doesn’t want to deal with the preachy non-smoking shit from this loser.
Scarlett frowns. This one’s difficult to crack into and she’s not sure why. He seems different. Unfortunately, Scarlett has yet to learn just who she can use her powers on - her human mother being the only one who’s felt the full brunt of them.
[[ OOC: * lar is ( ... )
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It's been a while since she's been behind a desk. In fact, it's been a while since she's done the guidance counselor thing, period. It seems like forever ago that she was doing this in Sunnydale, and now that she's getting the chance to do it here under similar circumstances? It feels good.
It feels really good.
So she's sitting at her desk, adjusting her pencil holders, computer, and assorted desk materials while she waits for a student to arrive. She's not expecting a lot of traffic on the first day of school, but who knows? She might get someone.
Soon-ish.
... She has a feeling she's going to be really bored.
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He knows that Buffy is here working, and well, Xander is here schooling. It is all very weird, and he wants it to stop, but he also wants to graduate so that he can get that raise at his own work.
He stops by her office, knocking on the door before opening it.
"So I'm having some trouble with my emotions." Xander walks in without waiting for any further permission to step inside. "Basically, my emotion over you working at a school while I'm... going to the school. You realize, I have to call you Ms. Summers?"
It is really of the weird, okay?
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"How do you think Dawn felt when I actually did this at Sunnydale High? I'm pretty sure she avoided the guidance counselor's office as much as possible."
It doesn't even occur to her that Xander probably doesn't know who Dawn is. But that's the difference a couple of years can make -- in Buffy's case, more than a couple, but the point still stands.
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Like he owns the place.
"Dawn? One of those future people, huh?" He shakes his head. "I'm sure it's weirder for me, because I went to high school with you before."
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The first day at a new job can be especially stressful, which is why Helen has made sure to make herself familiar with the teacher's lounge right off the bat. She's even brought in her own tea kettle to sit right beside the coffee maker (blasted thing) and has started a pot of water to boil. While it warms, she finds a particularly comfortable chair to settle into, taking in her surroundings.
[ooc: Start your own threads, reply directly to Helen, go crazy, Rift teachers!]
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"Oh! That's-- Yes." She turns from it as if she hadn't just tripped into anything at all, and she sets about looking for where she's left her lunch. It must be in the refrigerator somewhere!
She is CERTAIN that she has left it in there. SOMEWHERE.
Yet it appears to be ABSOLUTELY nowhere at all! This is quite, quite disheartening indeed. She's getting a bit frantic in her search! It had a particular casing around it, yes. It should be in here, hmm.
Later, she wanders back into the lounge hoping to sit for awhile, muse over her day and think of how her Future Days will go. She only happens to notice Helen there because of the sound of the water boiling. "Hello!"
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Maybe she's lost.
...no, probably not. She's probably teaching. But what in Merlin's name would she possibly teach here?
He could always ask and find out.
Except it seems he's stuck in gobsmacked mode and can't do much other than blink his charmingly blue eyes.
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It is too bad she does not have all her herbs and things with her yet. She could do a revealing spell of some sort which leads her directly to her lunch. Sybill sits back on her heels as she is dressed in clothes she isn't entirely comfortable in, but this is what she was told to wear. She does have necklaces and earrings dangling from her still to keep some of her own haphazard style in tact.
Something like it.
Then she sees Gilderoy. "Oh! You're--" She tilts her head to the side, looking quite befuddled. "Why are you here?"
No, it hasn't occurred to her that he could be teaching considering she last knew him only as the famous author that he was and before that her classmate, best friend, etc...
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He has a tray of food in his hand, and he isn't certain that any of it is actually meant to be edible. Alright, not all of it looks so bad, but when you're used to a glorious, magical feast that refills itself... this is a bit odd. There are people separating themselves based upon what they're... wearing apparently?
Harry doesn't quite understand.
At all. Thankfully, he managed to grab a table and he's claimed it for them. Now it's a matter of flagging them down... and mentioning to Hermione about their last period of the day. Who is teaching it exactly.
He knows that she must be the opposite of pleased.
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It's where her need to prove herself only becomse that much stronger.
It's all very bizarre.
Like some very bizarre social experiment, and she's not entirely sure what to think about their new classmates.
A tray will be placed directly across from Harry and soon after, Hermione will be sliding into the bench. Her hair is a bit out of sorts and she pushes it back impatiently. "Well?" she demands.
How has his day been so far, is what she means. In Hermione speak.
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It's part of why he was so hesitant about this, that and he knew he would miss Hogwarts. He does miss it, and this entire school seems so strange to him, but it's also not a terrible adjustment. It's not horrible in comparison, and it's actually nice to have something to do everyday that feels important at least for himself.
He can get a proper education and then decide his future from then on. It's giving him some power, some place in this universe that isn't technically his but might as well be after how long he's been here.
Harry glances at her tray and makes another face at the food there. It's a helpless thing. He glances at her, smirking a little at the Well in that demanding way of hers. Her hair is a bit out of sorts ( ... )
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It should be noted she has gotten better about that over the years.
She misses Hogwarts more than she can adequately put into words. The walls, the classrooms, the teachers--all of them a visible and painful reminder of how very much not Hogwarts it is, as keen as she will always be on learning, on advancing. Hermione has a great fear of being stagnant ( ... )
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She did not know what to expect, quite frankly, but she will admit that nothing could compare to the real thing. She is sitting in a Biology classroom with Harry Potter characters, one of which is teaching at the helm and--
Well, she does not know how she feels about this.
So she will quite frankly keep staring from her spot at the far end of the room, since she doesn't like drawing too much attention to herself.
Once Biology is finished with, it's lunch time and she still has to figure out where she will be having it this year. Avoiding the Plastics, for sure.
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Thankfully, she did hand out outlines that people are supposed to 'elaborate' on them, but there is some semblance of information on those outlines.
Sybill notices Sarah, because she is staring at a spot at the far end of the room and STARING with such INTENT.
"MY DEAR," she calls out! The rest of the class' attention all snaps to Sarah since Sybill is pointed in that direction, hand extended to her.
Well, Harry Potter is not staring in shock and interest like most of the others. He is facepalming from his desk and looking mildly apologetic.
"What do you see?"
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Mainly due to the fact she didn't notice she was being spoken to, that it was her Trelawney was singling out, until she noticed absolutely everyone was looking at her now. Her cheeks feel like they're on fire, and her hand drops from her chin and she straightens in place.
Clearing her throat somewhat uselessly.
"What I see?" she asks uncertainly, shifting in place, forcing herself not to fidget. She is not a fan of being called out in class, and would much rather slip under the radar. There's a snicker or two that only makes her cheeks feel further on fire.
Hermione does not look like she is in shock. She is, however, folding her arms across her chest and rolling her eyes in exasperation. Honestly!.
"I see... something... unbelievable."
Which is, at the very least, true. This is all hard to believe.
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Jeremy Gilbert is about to facepalm, but he tries to think of something to say instead to take her attention away. He clears his throat, but Trelawney does not seem to be bothered or deterred for ONE moment.
What I see?
Sybill nods, slowly inching closer and closer to Sarah ACROSS the floor, one step at a time, inch by inch, step by step, one foot in front of the other until she is staring desperately at Sarah. Her eyes are wide and owlish behind her thick rimmed glasses. Her hands flit about, wringing together in front of her.
She climbs up on the desk, sitting cross legged. Yes, she has climbed up on Sarah's desk and is sitting there. She folds her arms and leans in. Some students are popcorn.gifing in the back. Other students are looking baffled or disgruntled.
Where's the biology here?
"Yes. Yes. Describe it to me, my dear!"
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