tea party in the staff lounge (open to faculty and staff, and to TAs whose prof invited them)

[lemondrop_party]

Pleased to learn that a new Astronomy professor had been appointed, Dumbledore dashed off a quick invitation to Bean, identical to the invitations he had sent the other members of the Hogwarts faculty. Then he toddled off to the staff lounge in his best high-heeled boots. Time to ready the room for his tea party

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[vislor_turlough]

Oh, like hell he's drinking tea here.

He should have nicked something from the bar to bring here.

Or at the very least, learned some jinx to turn people's hair pink if they drank it.

Oh, well, no use crying over what might have been, Turlough picked up a couple of sandwiches to nibble on while fiddling with his tie.

[edomedpeddler]

Kusuriyuri entered the room slowly after bowing at the door. Under his breath, he apologized for intruding. He felt a little out of place without his medicine chest, but it was needed where he left it. He saw the redheaded man with the sour expression and was mildly amused. Unsure of the protocol, he stood just inside the door, out of it's way, but still inside the room.

[vislor_turlough]

Turlough looked at the new person. Huh. Certainly looked more out of place than he did.

"Well, I'd come in, no use standing there when other people show up."

[edomedpeddler]

"Is that so?" Kusuriyuri asks softly. "It is proper then to just begin without everyone being here?"

[degeneratewolfe]

Valentine shows up, carrying a covered tray. He hums to himself as he sets it down and removes the silver cover: chocolate cupcakes. He pours himself some tea and adds the contents of a small twist of paper taken from up his sleeve to the cup, then takes a dainty sip.

Valentine being Valentine, it goes without saying that his gift of cupcakes should really be taken at the eater's own risk.

[methleigh]

Severus approaches Valentine, moving smoothly sideways. "Good evening. Professor Snape, current Head of the Hospital Wing. I trust, by H... Professor Dumbledore's description, that you are Professor Wolfe, the current Potions Master..." His voice is his most formal and thus manages to be both oily and studied.

[degeneratewolfe]

Valentine grins widely. "You would be correct. Lord Valentine Wolfe at your service. Snape, Snape... I don't believe I've met you before."

[methleigh]

"No, I have not met you before. But I was Potions Master here for many years. Before... before what? Before my recent return." There, that is relatively neutral and true. Severus answers the smile silkily. It is not a grin.

[methleigh]

Severus has dressed carefully. He has even bathed carefully and washed his hair. It does not exactly bounce, but it does not cling. He is also straighter even than usual, giving the effect of a pole with a black flag curling about it in an almost-breeze. Albus is alive, and this is his public celebration, as far as he is concerned. He has brought a small box of silver teaspoons as a gift, which he weighs in one hand as he sidles to stand against the wall until he becomes more aware of new Hogwarts dynamics.

[edomedpeddler]

His last companion having left him abruptly, Kusuriyuri found another place to stand out of the way. In one hand, he holds the plate with sushi on it, with the other, he eats it slowly, the whole time, watching the room.

[methleigh]

Severus has taken no food yet, but he eyes the origami napkins, the rainbow cream. It speaks of Albus. There is a quiet gentleman next to him. Severus is expected to meet the other staff members, and he complies formally, smooth and opaque, identifying himself as an opening. "Professor Snape, Head of the Hospital Wing." A beat and he asks, "And may I ask of what you are professor?"

[edomedpeddler]

So, this was professor Snape? "Pleased to meet you. I am the divinations professor, Kusuriyuri. We have written one another. I look forward to working with you."

[justabluelizard]

Ssillissa was a little surprised to see how few people had shown up on time. Of course, considering what the student body was like, she supposed she shouldn't be surprised if the faculty was a little untraditional, as well.

She helped herself to a cup of tea, although she skipped the cream. She wasn't quite sure what to think of the rainbow effect, and wasn't quite brave enough to experiment with it. Still the tea was good - better than what they usually had on board the Sophrenia - and didn't, in her opinion, need much doctoring, anyway.

[vislor_turlough]

"Excuse me, can I ask you something? What planet did you come from?" Turlough is curious, seeing as how blue skinned people were not native to this planet, so that puts them a bit higher in Turlough's book.

Not by much, unless they have some intelligence to boot.

[justabluelizard]

For her part Ssillissa preferred that question to "what the hell are you," so she was inclined to humor him. Also, if he was assuming that she was an alien, that might mean he knew something about aliens.

"I'm not sure," Ssil admitted cheerfully. "I hatched from an egg that wass found in a comet. I ssupposse that makess me a ssort of cossmic refugee."

[vislor_turlough]

"Interesting." And Turlough actually DID find it interesting. Imagine landing on a comet. "You seem nicer than some of the aliens I've met, too. I'm Turlough. Formerly of the planet Trion."

[dinosaurman]

Well, somebody has to be the black cloud in the cheery little party, so Grant does his part by glowering over to one side. For him, this isn't being actively anti-social. It's just that he doesn't quite trust the host. Or several of the other faculty members. Or the food. The surfeit of new faces isn't helping any, either.

Or maybe he's just in a bad mood. It's what he does.

[methleigh]

Severus approaches the an, looking a little like a black cloud himself, albeit one with a bland expression. "Professor Snape," he says after a moment. "Head of the Hospital Wing."

[dinosaurman]

In his first months at Hogwarts, Grant had run afoul of several people associated with Voldemort, and the former Potions Master had been one of them. Most people would understand that the popcorn process tended to leave minds a little fuzzy, and assume that what happened in the past would stay in the past.

Grant collected grudges like postage stamps, and damn if he was going to let one go. "Really," he said in a tone that would freeze nitrogen. It was a poor substitute for "go to hell," but even he could see the problems that could result in directly insulting the person providing potential medical treatment.

[methleigh]

"Really. Sir." The words are drawled slowly into a sarcastic hiss. "Well, I do not have the fortune... or misfortune of doubting your appointment, until I know your name and position here at the school." He tries to prompt this prejudiced fool into some adherence to the polite formalities required for a tea-party among colleagues.