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Post by Prof. De'ath on Jul 11, 2008 16:24:52 GMT -5
Prof. Jack De'ath was sitting in his favorite big leather arm chair, reading one of the many tomes and books on his favorite subject: Killing things. He was reading about an especially nasty way to cut your opponents throat so they bleed out on extremely painful burts, which would eventually tear the victims throat to shred.
A small smile was on his face as his eyes rolled up in thought of this picture, and he gave a small chuckle. He hair was down, hanging on the pages, from which he would pick it up, and read what was underneath. His eyes were bloodshot, and his now empty pipe sat on the table in front of him, a small leather pouch sitting next to it.
He scratched his goatee, as he flipped the page, and pulled his hair out from under the page. This one was about the best way to perform a home done lobotomy.
Oh what fun, he thought to him self, as he began committing the text and pictures to memory.
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Post by Professor Bella Donna Nytri on Jul 12, 2008 1:14:22 GMT -5
The wooden door opened with a squeel; she sighed as her eyes rolled, Bella thought to herself, I should tell the games keeper about that damn door. With her usual stride of a coffee mug in one hand filled with hot brewed camomille tea straight from the kitchen, she continued into the room instantly spotting a co-worker. She smiled to herself as she glanced over at him, but continued to make her way to a leather chair in the corner hear the bookcases. She muttered "Acio book" under her breathe, and floating down from her quarters upstairs came the current book she was reading, a romance novel from a muggle writer known as Danielle Steele. Bella rather enjoyed her work, she took a sip from her cup as she scanned the page reading the next few chapters of the book.
Bella knew that she had students work to deal with but she could do it later tonight.
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Post by Prof. De'ath on Jul 12, 2008 2:57:27 GMT -5
Jack looked up at the squeaking of the door to see another teacher come in and summon a book, to begin reading. Jack did the same for a while, before he got bored, and put the book down. He cracked his neck, then his knuckles, then his elbows as he stretched the weariness from his bones.
He took up the small leather bag, and pulled out some of his Purple Hoof, and packed into his pipe.
"You smoke pipes?" he asked the other teacher, feeling rude if he didnt ask. He pulled out his wand, and he hit the bowl while waiting for a response, lighting it with a small flame from the tip of his wand.
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Post by Professor Bella Donna Nytri on Jul 13, 2008 11:14:36 GMT -5
Bella's eyes just merely glanced up from her book and looked over at the man taking, not saying a words she smile and nodded silently. She never really intereacted with co-workers before, but since most were to busy to talk to her, it was a pleasent change. As usual though, he just moved her eyes back down and tried to find where she last left the character Costello, hanging in the book.
Taking another sip of her tea, she swept her long beautiful brown hair to the other shoulder it was on.
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Post by Prof. De'ath on Jul 15, 2008 17:36:19 GMT -5
He smiled and exhaled a deep purple cloud of glittering smoke, that formed into ghostly horses that galloped away as the the smoke dissipated. He smiled even wider as he felt the cool rush of the THC in the herb begin to flow through his veins.
He took the pipe back from the other teacher, and hit it again, speaking, this time as the purple smoke flowed freely from his mouth.
"That must be quite an engaging book. Your eyes have barely left the page. Im Jack De'ath, Defense Against The Dark Art," he said extending his black nailed hand in greet.
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Post by Professor Bella Donna Nytri on Jul 17, 2008 23:23:54 GMT -5
She again didn't look up, "I know. My name is Bella Donna Nytri, I'm the herbology teacher." Slowly putting th book still open in her lap, she looked at Sir De'ath, and simply smiled, "Yes actually the book is rather interesting." She watched slowly as the smoke floated gently out onto the air that Sir De'ath had smoked. Her hair began to flall out of place once more, and she slowly brushed her beautiful hair back behind her shoulders. Perching one hand under her chin she smiled at the sir that offered her a smoke. "Pleasure is mine Sir De'ath"
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Post by Prof. De'ath on Jul 23, 2008 2:19:47 GMT -5
"Ahh, I see," He said, scratching his goatee thoughtfully. He reached over and snagged the book from her hands, giving it a quick glance, he tossed onto the table on front of her.
"Boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooring!" he shouted, standing, bring the bowl to his lips for a hit.
"Herbology, eh? I bet you could grow some crazy pipe weed," he mused, almost to himself. He folded his hands in thought. "I give you seeds, you grow them? Can you do that?" he asked, sure that there was going to be a trade off somewhere.
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