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| Topic Started: Jul 26 2012, 01:46:11 PM (205 Views) | |
| Professor Halcyon Hicks | Jul 26 2012, 01:46:11 PM Post #1 |
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Halcyon entered the Great Hall. There was a part of her that was relieved Brock had yet to arrive and it wasn't for the usual reasons. She'd received multiple complaints from students involving his previous class and had absolutely no idea what to do with them. Confront him? Please. The chances that she could get a word in edgewise, without spluttering it to the point of inaudibility, were slim to none. Adding in the fact that she severely needed to grow a back bone, the fact that she was pre-emptively planning this was really enough to make her knees quiver unhappily. Even bringing it up in passing, he would have a way of defending it that would make her feel stupid for broaching the topic at all and no good would come out of it. The woman collapsed into her seat and threw a disparaging look across the tables of students. Certainly, for their sake she could... With all said and done she really wasn't feeling hungry. But she'd managed to mark and upstanding assignments in the study period she had just given her Seventh Years... Perhaps she had come here with some grand notion of figuring out Brock's motives... Or perhaps, and it seemed highly more likely, she simply came here out of habit. The Professor absently plucked at grapes, popping a few into her mouth, before starting a care-napkin for her rat. A few moments were spent trying to remember the nickname the thing had been given before she, ungraciously, decided that 'rat' would have to do. It wasn't like the thing needed a name. You gave names to things that would come when you called. Undoubtedly the rat was a bit too large to really move anywhere. Except when it was free of its cage. Funny how freedom affected those short, stubby legs. Edited by Professor Halcyon Hicks, Jul 26 2012, 02:00:04 PM.
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| Brock Baker | Aug 9 2012, 07:25:18 PM Post #2 |
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The hours flew by rather quickly this Halloween, although that had little to do with students' competence and more with Brock's busy schedule. Still, the nature of his latest classes made them even more eventful than usual, with some kids being daring, or foolish, enough to stay after the class. True, most of them, on the other hand, left early but he was not a man to forget faces. While there were aspects Baker absolutely hated about his teacher post, maybe, just maybe, it might be worth it in the end to put up with some of the little suckers. And he would have an opportunity to hex one of his Auror's arses later, after such a long time without any real action, which lifted Brock's mood as he entered the Great Hall. His sure tread led the man straight towards the Head Table, a subtle smirk creeping onto his face as his gaze skimmed over its occupants. Larger number of the teachers was already present, making the empty chair beside his eccentric colleague seem even more inviting. His thoughts briefly wandered to their morning chat. "Geez, your eating habits are worse than Shredder's," Brock voiced as he dropped down on his chair after considering the rat's napkin and the woman's plate, "don't have to try so hard for me, you know." There was a playful glint in his blue eyes as they met hers before he shook his head and moved on to piling food onto his own plate, trying not to think about stuff he really shouldn't be thinking about. He could do this, easy. "How were the classes, Scare?" Brock asked before stuffing his mouth with a potato. He wasn't really accustomed to idling about even while eating, unless there was time to amuse oneself on someone's behalf. Wait a second. Had he just sounded as though he actually cared about her day? Surely it was just his customary fishing for ammunition against his favourite target. |
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| Professor Halcyon Hicks | Aug 10 2012, 02:29:46 AM Post #3 |
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There, the man of the hour. Never would she have assumed she would be waiting for him. Most of the time spent in the Great Hall was put under the fear of when he would join her. Alright, that was a slight exaggeration. More than slight, honestly, she was getting a bit too used to their encounters for comfort. Halle had never really had to worry about something like this before, she shouldn't let herself become attached, what happened when he got tired of her? Surely he would. She couldn't even hold a normal conversation with the man. Anything held between the two was a confusing muck of innuendo. How could she even go about broaching anything even remotely serious? Her face managed an annoyed expression quite well. "Only the best for you, sweetie." These days, she couldn't even blame him. There was no point in actually explaining why she wasn't eating, he didn't care. Her lack of appetite was vaguely his fault, the thought of what he'd done to students had been mildly disturbing. Halcyon knew nothing serious had happened, but... What the actual fuck? There was no point in disguising her shock. Putting aside the fact that he'd just asked her a question that could almost be considered normal by normal people's standards... he'd also provided her with an opening to bring up what was bothering her. Unfortunately there was absolutely no way she could take it. A few incoherent words stumbled out of her mouth before she filled it, irritably, with another grape. The time spent chewing was spent formulating what she wanted to say to him, unfortunately her brain still didn't think that allowing her to speak it by the time she'd swallowed was a good idea. Halle fought desperately for something to say and ended up shrugging in the way that was totally opposite nonchalance. It had to be glaringly apparent that something was on her mind and she figured he'd probably have something to say about her inability to say it. Her head ducked down, pointedly staring at the wood of the table, perhaps hoping a curtain of frizzy locks would shield her from whatever was going to be said. |
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| Brock Baker | Aug 10 2012, 04:57:12 PM Post #4 |
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It was undoubtedly a good thing his unruly mouth was gorged with food, as the first thing that came to Brock's mind, and therefore not likely to stay there, was an unseemly comment about Hiccups' curves. And that was something he wished to keep down to a minimum. But there was one problem with that plan - he couldn't really help himself sometimes. "A hint?" the man glanced her way as he swallowed and pointed at the fellow teacher with a fork, "You're doing it wrong, honey." An ensuing smirk was concealed behind his goblet as he took a sip of his drink. Well, at least it was milder than the original thought. The painful silence filled only with seemingly random stuttering noises might have given Brock time to take care of most of his plate, but his patience was thinning. He almost missed the bold and decidedly improper Scarecrow, though it wouldn't be a good idea to ever actually meet her. Rolling his eyes at this version's vocal ineptness, Baker sighed and finally prodded the mass of hair with an elbow, "Spit it out already." All sorts of ridiculous notions of what could have happened to her began springing up in his brain. Did she turn someone else into a matchbox this time? Surely she wasn't about to ask him for help with anything - too spineless for that, no doubt. Great... now he really was getting curious. Suddenly, he gasped in shock, as though finding out all the answers himself. "You're really a man, aren't you?" A few puzzled glances aimed their way at his revelation, as it wasn't exactly what one could call private. "I just knew it," he added in a lower but fervent voice, fisting one hand victoriously. |
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| Professor Halcyon Hicks | Aug 10 2012, 06:01:25 PM Post #5 |
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Honestly, it took a lot of self restraint to stop herself from asking for specification on what she was doing wrong. Hinting or being the best? Probably both, if she was going to go about this reasonably. Was it odd how her brain was suddenly sifting through things to say, writing off useless strings of conversation and trying to find one that wouldn't be a completely frustrating waste of time? For instance, telling him this wasn't for his sake would probably bounce right through that thick skull of his. Because, obviously, she existed for no other reason. "Perhaps you should enlighten me." The woman suggested, taking a tone that highly suggested she didn't care either way; more for her sake than his. He wasn't the sort to let anything get under his skin, but she wasn't about making it easy for him. It made her feel better about herself, slightly less desperate for social interaction, when she was able to treat him with disdain. The insistence helped little, making her feel more pressured to respond and thus making the stammer worse.The gasp pulled her attention, she looked curious, perhaps wondering if someone had just lit a fire on his trousers... Was a bit confused when he suddenly decided to inform the Great Hall she wasn't a woman. There wasn't an opportunity to be angry she was just... shocked? Now there were going to be even more obscure rumors surrounding them, her. She really didn't want to deal with it. How much nonsense could he possibly blather in one sitting? With everything that had happened between them... and it was better to keep comments about that locked inside. The most she could do here was... pull the conversation away from this topic... or leave. "I-I don't see how that would pertain to my classes," The professor responded, simply, "I did have a few students complaining about yours, however..." Her voice trailed off, unable to voice the accusation she wanted to. Halle's gaze turned more earnest, wishing for, and for some reason thinking she would receive, some form of explanation on what she had heard. |
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| Brock Baker | Aug 10 2012, 08:30:07 PM Post #6 |
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Once again, Hiccups made a request he could easily make her regret. It was obvious there was a different way of enlightening in her messy little head. But no, for his own sake, Brock wowed not to be too graphic today. Leaning back in his chair, the Head Auror lazily rubbed his chin in contemplation. Not that he needed any. "A change of wardrobe would be necessary for starter," he informed, his face impassive as ever, "or better yet, none at all." His mischievous gaze slipped towards her, wordlessly asking for a permission to continue. Naturally, he didn't need permissions from anybody, but quite honestly, it was all the effort she'd have to make to have him re-evaluating the self-set restrictions. Hopefully, she would call him a pig and he wouldn't need to go into details, for everyone's sake. Pretty much what he counted on. A little too belatedly did Brock realize the quip at the expense of Scare's womanhood would hurt his reputation far worse than hers, had the claim proven true. Luckily, he had first-hand experience it wasn't, so to speak. And Hiccups wouldn't be the one to bring it up against him, would she? No one else really knew about their previous escapades so there was nothing to worry about. Although he did overhear some curious gossip earlier. Something about gambling on his expense among his newest recruits? Now, that required further investigation, and Brock knew just the man to confront. Back in the present, Scare was speaking and he had little time to show his disappointment at her avoiding the subject. Brock stabbed the last piece of meat sulkily but knew he couldn't keep the charade up for long. "Oh? And when don't they?" he scoffed, a quirk at his lip, before returning to his meal. That would show her for evading his questions all the time. But he had a hunch as to what she wanted to talk about now. Why make it easy for her? |
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| Professor Halcyon Hicks | Aug 11 2012, 12:12:58 AM Post #7 |
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A change of wardrobe? Putting aside the fact that it was Halloween and she was wearing the robes designated of a Professor... Her wardrobe was one of the few things she could control and on the few occasions he'd been subject to it he hadn't had many complaints. Honestly he was probably a bit too preoccupied to even notice what she was wearing beyond how low cut her top was. "Unfortunately I wouldn't be posing much of an example wandering the corridors nude." Not that she posed much of an example fully clothed either. It occurred to her that this conversation should end while she had some speck of dignity remaining. The words had already been spoken, however, and she could really only cringe and hope he didn't take the opportunity to crush any ego that might have been built up in the past couple of months. The uncertainties always came flooding back in when she was face to face with him, it was hard to overcome all the damage that had been done and... it was confusing. It used to be easy to avoid looking at him but lately she couldn't seem to help herself; Halle would like to tell herself it was an act of dignity, but she wasn't so sure of it. Everytime he was near she couldn't help but remember other such occasions. The Professor's gaze hardened slightly. There was a small moment, where she swallowed a very hard lump in her throat, before speaking. How could she go about this diplomatically? "I don't generally receive complaints about the use of unforgivable curses." Brock knew full well she wouldn't bring up anything so menial and was annoyed that he had decided to dodge her question. There were a few reasons he could have done it and she prefered thinking it was because 'he was messing with her' to 'he didn't have valid reasoning for it'. Would she be OK, then, without a full explanation? No. The woman would probably end up pacing a race track in her office, wondering if she should go to the headmistress to resolve her worries. Something he would be aware of, through the paper thin wall linking their offices. It was really a sort of lose-lose situation, wasn't it? Halle opened her mouth, perhaps to reiterate or say something more, but thought better of it; unsure what she would do if he avoided her again. |
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| Brock Baker | Aug 11 2012, 05:27:02 PM Post #8 |
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It was an intriguing thought, letting her traumatize students like that. One worth considering in future, in the most inconspicuous way. Brock arched one heavy eyebrow at that retort. "Who said anything about a corridor?" The man inched a tad closer and continued suggestively, "But I like the way you think, kinky." It was probably the first time he'd ever used that choice of word and it nearly made him laugh at how it somehow befitted her wilder side. There was no giving her any more insights, though, unless she shared some of her own. "So what would you change about my already perfect self?" was his flamboyant follow-up. While Brock knew nothing but insults could possibly meet such an inquiry; that was exactly the point. There weren't many people he allowed such easy opportunities to demean his person but he found Hiccups' verbal abuse rather entertaining, masochist that he always seemed to become around her. What an interesting and sort of hilarious revelation. At least it would have been a few months ago. Not that it was true, really, just a peculiar clash of circumstances with that physical aspect. Right... Brock could only guess what his students rattled out in other classes, but he couldn't really care less because, in his mind, he'd done absolutely nothing wrong. But from Scare's glare, it appeared as thought he'd maimed somebody and, sure enough, her claim suggested she might have even thought so. Baker shrugged dismissively. "There was just one, actually, but I could surely arrange a private lesson." He almost hoped she would accept the proposal as the fun he could have with her Imperius demonstration was more than tempting. No sense in keeping one's hopes up, so he casually vanished his empty plate and grabbed for the desert. But noticing the woman's carp-like lip movements, he chose to grace her with his full attention instead. "Was there something else, Professor?" Not that it mattered how he said anything around this creature as it tended to write it off as insincere every time but, in retrospect, the amicable tone could have gone with slightly less exaggeration. |
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| Professor Halcyon Hicks | Aug 12 2012, 01:20:59 AM Post #9 |
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It must have been self preservation that had her backing away as soon as she realized he was moving closer. It seemed like there was a set distance that shouldn't be crossed, were she to remain at least partially in control of the sputterings that came out of her mouth. This time it didn't do much to help her out. There was absolutely nothing she could say. Really, she could only wonder how he was constantly able to turn what she said against her. It was fortunate, then, when he decided he was done pointing out her flaws. That was slightly unfair, as he'd really only mentioned one thing, but she wasn't feeling particularly charitable. A few choice statements came to mind, were she a bolder woman they might have been spoken. Brock knew full well she was capable of quipping back and forth with him, through a wall, admittedly. But, when she got down to it, what would she change? It would have been all too easy to come up with legitimate things she didn't like about him mere months ago. It was a bit of a shocking revelation when she found herself defending some of his more abysmal traits. "I... I'm not the sort to mess around with perfection." The woman responded, arching an eyebrow. The tone was sarcastic; her one saving grace. There wasn't much point in insulting him, either way; save for the fact that it might make her feel the teeniest ounce of self satisfaction. Halcyon didn't have the decency to be shocked by his utter lack of couth. There had been no doubt the complaints were true, she hadn't been looking for a confession and certainly not an invitation. An explanation was all she wanted. Somehow, she found the decency not to respond to that though there were quite a few angry retorts that came to mind. Brock's next question managed to prick a nerve. It wasn't so much him she was angry with, but the circumstances that had made it necessary he be a teacher; that had encouraged such methods of schooling. The fact that a part of her, self righteously, was absolutely positive it wouldn't have done them much good either way. It took years of practise to be able to overcome the ones that could be, what could he have possibly hoped to achieve in one bloody lesson? "You're an asshole." The Professor finished, moodily. Not loud enough for anyone other than him to hear, of course. It seemed fitting the situation and it summed up her thoughts about it rather prettily. In all honesty, her annoyance was his fault too, he was being such a bloody lout. In retrospect, she couldn't change what had happened and there was absolutely nothing she could to change someone with all the intelligence of a brick. In this, she found some form of satisfaction. The worse that had come out of it was a few upset students. Right? But, what came next? Where was the line drawn? |
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| Brock Baker | Aug 12 2012, 05:02:25 PM Post #10 |
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Why was she moving away again? It wasn't like he was actually trying something. Did she seriously expect him to bite, paw or snog her? Well, at least the biting never happened, not that the vampire costume didn't give him any ideas earlier. And his hands hadn't been too intrusive either, except for that little incident in her classroom. Right, time to think about something else for a change, and keep the eyes on Scare's face. Did he sense hesitation from the Transfiguration Professor, though? Surely she had a ton of nasty things to say about him. Not that he could think of anything right then but all people did. That was likely why her response was somewhat of a surprise. There was no way to miss the mockery in Scare's tone but Brock chose to ignore it, or at least pretend to. "A wise choice of words," he nodded his head appreciatively before briefly patting hers. Luckily, not many people seemed to notice his gesture, except for a couple of eyes from the student tables. It couldn't be classified as pawing, could it? A sportive chuckle rang past Baker's lips as Hiccups' simple declaration met his ears. That was a much more familiar ground. But he still had no idea why she was so upset with him. Certainly, he'd done far worse things in his life than that stupid lesson. Unless there was another reason? Seizing a smaller fork, Brock turned back to his plate and cut through the inviting slice of cake, shaking his head as he did so. "Just what is your problem now, Scare?" he asked casually, a patient sort of tone one might use with a child, before letting the dark chocolate attack his taste buds. Good thing Hiccups wasn't interested in hers because that stuff was to kill for. The food was just one of the treats for working at Hogwarts, but it alone was almost worth having to be a bloody teacher. The latest of his kitchen experiments, as cooking was hardly a fitting term for his exploits, nearly a year ago, ended up with a fire alarm going off and him having to blast the damn thing off the wall with a well-aimed Reducto. So much for home-made pancakes. And anyway, as to rationalize his interest in finding her source of derision, he settled for 'gaining more insight about how to push her buttons'. |
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| Professor Halcyon Hicks | Aug 12 2012, 05:41:06 PM Post #11 |
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The woman concealed a scoff and plucked something a bit more substantial off the table to consume. Her hand swatted his own away; apparently he hadn't understood she didn't want him in her personal space. This conversation was over. It might have been preferable had it continued. The professor wasn't quite sure how to deal with the man when he was pretending to be interested in her concerns. Halcyon knew better than to believe he cared, even the slightest amount. Was it that knowledge that continued to feed her annoyance? Who was he to toy with her in such a way? It wasn't so much the tones he took with her anymore as the way he made her suddenly think twice on everything that was said. And what if somewhere, deep down, he actually did care? Don't be stupid, woman. "Why do you give a damn?" There, two swear words in the course of a few minutes. It occurred to her that her annoyance wouldn't dwindle unless she stopped talking to him. This was her fault, she had expected something of him and not received it. Halle couldn't rightly blame him for meeting an unknown expectation nor could she shake the agitation. Her hands went through the motions of packing up the rat's lunch. Halle didn't want to hear his answer, not really, but remained querulously in her seat. Her gaze shifted as a commotion broke out at one of the tables. Her own. "Excuse me." It was providential receiving a nice out from this conversation. Far better than simply leaving, as she had almost done already. A small bustle of commotion and she stalked away from the man. The few minutes it took her to approach the Ravenclaw table were spent trying to calm herself down. She didn't want to take her anger at Brock out on students. The mess was fixed rapidly with a few rowdy students receiving minor detentions. Her gaze went back to the head table for a small moment, she shook her head and made her way out of the Great Hall. A final glance around, and she was ashamed to admit she was sort of looking for him, had her noting that Cylas wasn't anywhere to be found. It was probably better that way, lest she walk into the doors. The woman didn't have a clear plan on what she was going to do upon leaving as she didn't have a class the next period and simply allowed herself to wander; blow off some steam. |
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| Brock Baker | Aug 13 2012, 06:59:12 PM Post #12 |
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And there we go again. Brock mimicked a hurt face rather well as he retreated his hand. And why could she never answer any of his questions? Was she trying to piss him off, or drive him away? Because she'd have to do much worse than that. He wasn't a man who conceded defeat easily. Another sigh. "Because you're the sunshine of my life," he replied with all the boredom in the world, unable to help a light smirk at the end; unperturbed by her take off preparations. Well, that was a rather disappointing lunch, but luckily his plans for the evening promised more entertainment. Brock couldn't really keep the professor from her job, and it would have been a special kind of pathetic to seem that needy. Which he wasn't! Merely bored without the daily, or at least weekly, adrenaline kick from his former job. And so he inconspicuously checked out her retreating rear as he finished the meal. Brock was so used to hearing unflattering honesty from people, at least those who knew him well enough not to be intimidated by his positions, that it truly did irk him Hiccups couldn't point out the reason behind her latest show of annoyance with him. Normally, he could tell, but this time everything done since breakfast seemed insignificant. His Halloween trick would be a fitting punishment, no doubt about that. The man couldn't miss her brief scan of the room, wondering what she was looking for. He couldn't really control what his trained observational skills picked up without his will steering them. Unwittingly repeating Scare's headshake, Baker got to his feat and made his way out of the Great Hall. There was still time to do a round through the castle before he'd have his rock star for an afternoon snack. |
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