Staff Meeting

[kahnooloo]

Cheese and crackers, pumpkin pasties, cauldron cakes, and pies and tarts of at least a dozen varieties were laid out by house-elves along the sides of the Staff Room. And when all the staff had assembled in the chairs provided (a short chair was even provided for the Easter Bunny), Kahnooloo leapt up onto a desk at the front of the classroom and

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[lilypotter60]

Lily had come straight to the meeting from a shift at the Wing, barely pausing to make sure she didn't have some unidentifiable goop on her robe and her hair was in some semblance of order. Listening to Dumbledore, she felt her face go pale and her heart skip several beats at his mention of the Dark Mark. But she managed to keep her gaze steady on the former Headmaster and once the meeting was concluded, she rose and made her way over to the food table.

She still slightly felt like a kid playing dress up - she wasn't qualified to be a professor, really, and she realized with a start that she only knew a handful of the staff, now - but Lily figured that if she was there, she might as well enjoy the food. With a glass of pumpkin juice in hand, she perused the choices and quietly observed her fellow professors and staff.

[doctordweeb]

Daniel hadn't seen Lily in a while, but he'd heard about her promotion to professor.

"Hey," he said, coming up beside her. "Late congratulations. How's it feel so far?" He'd been terrified to hold his first class, but it had actually gone pretty well. Apparently he hadn't lost the ability to lecture after all, though it hadn't hurt that he'd had everyone working in pairs and different stations.

[lilypotter60]

"Hello!" she grinned at Daniel, leaning back against the table and balancing a plate of food on top of her glass. "Thanks. It's..." Laughing, she wrinkled her nose. "Terrifying? Overwhelming? I don't know...the research itself is fascinating, but I have no idea how I'm actually supposed to teach anyone this. A bit over my head, to be honest."

Nibbling on a cookie, she studied him carefully. "How about you? I haven't seen you for a while - how've you been, Daniel?"

[doctordweeb]

"Yeah, I can understand that," he said, shaking his head. "I was scared to death before I held my first class--I hadn't lectured in ten years, and I wasn't sure I could still do it. It actually went pretty well, though." He took a cookie himself. "I think teaching is over everyone's heads. The trick is to just look like you know what you're doing."

He eyed a punch bowl, wondering if he dared trust it. "I've been--busy. Well, you're a professor now, you know how it goes." He laughed. "How's it going, trying to make a lesson plan? I took...much longer than I should have, making one."

[daxtastic]

Dax had one goal, and one goal only for this meeting: avoid telling her colleagues that she had inadvertently hired Michael Scott as a TA. She had also hired the Doctor, in a rather desperate attempt to counterbalance her error. The problem (one of many, to be sure) was that there was no conceivable way the two men would get along.

Dax had told neither TA about the meeting. It seemed like the thing to do. She walked into the hall, smiled, and took a seat. Near the door.

[pufnstuf]

Puf had shiny boots and he was happy about it. He looked at them admiringly, then looked around at his fellow professors. Nobody seemed to have boots as shiny as his, if they even had boots at all, which some of them didn't. Galvanized, Puf leapt to his tiny booted feet, waving his little arms in consternation. This must be remedied! Charms professor to the rescue! And what could be more charming than white patent leather cowboy boots?

Immediately he began to remove his boots, a fresh pair appearing on his feet as fast as he could take them off. Boots for everyone!

When he had several dozen pairs lined up in a neat row, he gazed around affectionately at the assembly. They all looked like Jimmy, even the ones that didn't, and that was good enough for Puf. His pupils spun happily in opposing directions as he began to dance, waving his ponderous tail in time to music that only he could hear (if that). "Hi!" he hollered excitedly.

[office_michael]

Michael had no idea about the staff meeting, as Dax hadn't said a word to him. Smart woman. Unfortunately for her, he had walked by the room and seen the people milling around and the food and Puf's dancing and assumed there was a party going on. And if there was a party, he was going to crash join.

"All riiight!" he shouted, clapping his hands and shimmying his hips as he worked his way into the room and over to Puf. "Looks like we've got a par-taaaaay going on here!" As he was dancing like a moron, he noticed the lineup of boots. "Is thiiii~iiiiis some kind of ethnic celebration?" Michael had celebrated Diwali, and everyone had taken off their shoes there.

[daxtastic]

Oh. Dear. God.

Actually, Dax did not believe in any sort of monotheistic god, and if anything, this incident served as proof of said deity’s nonexistence. Across the room she sat, transfixed, mouth agape in sheer horror.

Civil war? Not a problem. Cardassian coup de’tat? Piece of cake. But Michael Scott? All Dax could do was watch. And wait. And perhaps hide underneath the dessert table, if the shock wore off and her legs gained any semblance of motor function. For now, she was just grateful that the man wasn't looking her way.

[heymrcrowley]

Crowley had spent much of the meeting doing what he did best -- reclining, being cool, lurking in interesting corners, and trying not to feel guilty over the fact that he hadn't held a class since his unpopcorning. Because, honestly. Demons didn't feel guilty. It was unseemly. And he'd been traumatized, or... something. Whatever.

Anyway, he'd gotten himself something to eat and was sitting over against a wall, idly eyeing Lily Evans and wondering what new merry havoc he should play with her belongings, when Michael came in. Oh, fantastic. Crowley liked him.

Seeing the look of horror on Dax's face, he grinned and leaned over. "Don't tell me you've never met Michael Scott?"

[estebanmd]

Punctuality had never been one of Stephen Maturin's strong suits. He managed to arrive just as the Furby addressed her opening remarks, which meant he did catch Dumbledore's speech. There were few people at Hogwarts who remembered Dumbledore's prepopcorning incarnation, but Stephen was among them, and he found this new Albus Dumbledore quite different from the first. Deep in speculation upon the possible implications, he quite forgot he really should be talking to his colleagues.

[dinosaurman]

Grant noticed Dr. Maturin lost in thought, and having been around for the first episode of Dumbledore Does Hogwarts himself, had an idea of what was troubling the Potions Master.

"So what do you think," he said in a low voice, so that only Stephen could hear him. "Did Voldemort leave him for a fluffier popcorn kernel?"

[wayward_son124]

Dean still couldn't believe that the headmaster of this school was... God, what the fuck even was that thing? It didn't speak English. And it kind of looked like a really fat owl and a possum had drank a little too much vodka one night and forgotten the condoms.

Fucking hell, he didn't even know why he'd come to this thing. So not his place. He should've stayed in his over-sized hut in the woods and gotten cozy with a bottle of Jack or something. Teachers? They were all... smart and shit. Or, you know, Homsar. He didn't even know what to say. They probably went to freaking college and crap. He got the job because he could stick an unholy amount of marshmallows in his mouth.

Totally didn't fit in here.

[fullofjelly]

"Dean Winchester," Santa boomed as he trotted over. "You're the new keeper of the grounds, right?" His jolly face beamed down at Dean, that fabled twinkle in his eyes and a touch of a rose-colored hue about his cheeks.

"Look, slacker, if you don't start cleaning up the shit in the yard so I can lay out and do my nude sunbathing in peace, I'm going to kick your ass so hard you'll have to call me daddy. Got it?"

[wayward_son124]

Who the... fucking hell...?

Dean just managed to get out a, 'Yeah' somewhere in there before the guy went onto that comment. If this fat bastard was going to be sunbathing nude on the lawn? Dean was investing into a bunch of toothpicks. You know, to jam into his eyes. "Well, you know, hi there." The 'asshole' went unsaid. "Nice to meet you too." Oh, sarcasm, it was so very fun.

[fullofjelly]

Rolling his eyes, Santa huffed impatiently. "Oh, please. Like I want to meet you. Get enough whiney little letters over a couple of centuries and it saps all the caring right out of you. I don't want to have a conversation, Deanie. I just want you to clean up the yard so that some of us can get our base coat in before we burn." He crossed his arms over his enormous belly and glowered down at Dean.

"And don't get sarcastic with me, little boy. Or I'll shove some coal right the hell up your special stocking." If you caught his drift.