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