When January Rolls Around [EZRIEL/OPEN]

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When January Rolls Around [EZRIEL/OPEN] Jun 28, 2013 18:51:03 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Jun 28, 2013 18:51:03 GMT -8

When June Winstead had taken the position of Muggle Studies professor for this year, she had expected to be welcomed into the castle with delightfully interested and engaged students, to co-workers who deemed themselves to be a friendly bunch of helpful souls fluttering about the castle walls....or cordial, at least and to an office that was up to Hogwarts’ standards.

But - instead of her aspirations for the beginning of the January term - June found herself face to face with one of her biggest nightmares of all time. Not many students were interested in Muggle studies, especially in her more advanced classes...they all seemed to have some hidden agenda that she just couldn’t put her finger on. She had hardly seen any of her co-workers, except for the celebratory back-to-term feast at the beginning of the year; during which, June had been too frightened to even introduce herself to any of the other educators that lived in the castle.

And, as for the place that she was to call her office for the next couple of months? Well, she wasn’t sure that she would ever feel comfortable there.Why the previous owner of this office had decided that the pair bookshelf looked best in the Eastern quadrant of the room, June Winstead would never know. Staring across the room at the large oak furniture, she simply shook her head. From their position, they blocked off the entirety of flow from one part of the office to the other. The desk had been shoved into the other corner of the room, leaving a rather large and obnoxious space in the center of the room that was occupied with an atrocious and altogether impractical bear rug. It was a disgrace.

Putting her palms onto her desk and leaning her head over the already looming pile of paperwork, she was beginning to lose faith that she was cut out for a job such as this.

Seeing as classes were due to begin in just a week’s time, Professor Winstead had no choice but to begin to do what she dreaded: Rearrange. She pushed off of the desk and walked right up to the bookshelf. Then, pulling up the sleeves of her cardigan, she pressed her hands into the side of the large wood menace and began trying to shove it out of the way, ”Come. On.” She growled as she continued to push against the unmoving frame, ”You. Don’t. Belong. Here.”

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When January Rolls Around [EZRIEL/OPEN] Jun 29, 2013 0:50:14 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2013 0:50:14 GMT -8

Professor Adams was very much hoping that he'd returned from his stint in Italy soon enough to do one very important thing. Loot the empty office of the unreturning Muggle Studies professor. There was a thing he knew he could find in that office and he very much wanted to own it. A bottle of Scotch, in the prime of it's maturity, was hidden in the bookcase in the office and Ezriel absolutely had to have it. Sobriety wasn't doing well for him and it seemed to make him more moody than anything. And Moody Ezriel was twice as awful to be around as Broody Ezriel. At least Broody Ezriel liked to cuddle. So with much disregard to his pledge for a alcohol free life, and in much distaste to the inevitable future conversation with Vincent, Professor Adams was making his way for the presumably empty office.

There was no pep in his step, however, regardless of how happy he was to be on this retrieval mission. But really there rarely ever was. Ezriel was a lonely man who felt very little people on this Earth saw him for who he was. And when they did, they didn't care enough about him to pay him any mind. He had one friend here at the school. Sure his co-professors were tolerable at the least. A few of them slightly less than. But they just weren't his choice of people. Astrid Maxwell, all though she was rarely at the school, had fortunately crossed his path one liquor glossed evening before the holidays and Ezriel was thankful for her. And Professor Mortelle had become a frequently friendly face in his life. But really, Ezriel wasn't in the market for making many friends. Part of him didn't want to get hurt when they grew apart or rejection loomed it's ugly head. The other part of him desperately didn't want to hurt anyone or disappoint them. Contrary wise, while he wasnt' in the market for friends, he very much desired to be. Everyone wants to be accepted, Ezriel really just wanted someone who he felt related to him on a more personal level. Also a friend he'd not be ashamed to introduce to the spirit of his mother. Naturally, she wasn't a real spirit and more of an empathetic idealism he'd created, but it was all the same to him.

And when he saw her, he froze silently. The blonde woman in the office was as startling as anything he'd seen before. And she was fighting with the very bookcase he needed access too. There was a bit of an internal debate going on now. Did he leave it alone and go for another try later? Was she after the Scotch too? Why did she look familiar and foreign at the same time? OH! She was the new professor! Blast! This would never do. Oh... did she need help with that? He took a tentative toward her and let his mouth hang open to say something but retracted and then took a deep breath. Her glasses were cute. It distracted him a little before he opened his mouth awkwardly again.

"That...uh..." He cleared his throat and couldn't help but crack a smile watching her and chuckled a little. "Sorry... Uh... That's...fixed to the wall..." The amused grin on his face was more involuntary than anything and really he wasn't intending to mock her in any way, but really it was hilarious.

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When January Rolls Around [EZRIEL/OPEN] Jun 29, 2013 20:02:33 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Jun 29, 2013 20:02:33 GMT -8

Amidst her extreme concentration while trying to banish the book-shelves from their improper place in her new office space, Professor Winstead was hardly aware of anything else happening within her hallowed walls. She didn’t hear someone enter into the room and she barely heard him clear his throat. In fact, it wasn’t until he apologized and offered her a rare and insightful glimpse into the true nature of the furnishings that it dawned on her that this wasn’t her inner monologue speaking to her. No, someone was most certainly within the room. Spinning around, June immediately pushed her back against the bookshelf and stared at the intruder into her office. The force of her change of position made her spectacles fall to the bottom of her nose, resting right on the tip of her nostrils.

The young blonde reached up and pushed her kitschy glasses back onto the bridge of her nose, using this opportunity to look over the man that was standing opposite of her. She recognized him - of course - from the mandatory back to term celebration that she had been contemplating minutes before his intrusion. And, although she knew that she should have been able to give his name and subject, she found herself rather at a loss, ”W-w-” Off to a bad start already, June took a split second to inhale and exhale, a trick her pushy speech therapist had taught her years and years ago.

Her hand flew to the bridge of her nose, pushing her glasses up further and pinching, ”Well, of course it is. I was just...you know, testing the boundaries of our carpentry work at Hogwarts-” she used her hand to knock twice on the wood, ”A fine specimen indeed,” She breathed, trying her best to cover up the fact that she was utterly embarrassed, although the smallest traces of a smile could be found playing upon her lips. She could see his own smile and lit up eyes from her frames and it made her smile grow a bit more.

Always one to value the necessity of making a good first impression, June could practically hear the hiss of her unused manners in her ear. A few beats of silence passed and she immediately stuck her hand out toward the male professor that stood in her vicinity, ”June Winstead,” She said, taking a step forward in her perfectly fitting Mary-Jane pumps, ”Professor of Muggle Studies for the second term. I’m sorry but I...I can’t quite place your name.”

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When January Rolls Around [EZRIEL/OPEN] Jul 1, 2013 22:18:56 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2013 22:18:56 GMT -8

Stop it.. stop touching your glasses.. She couldn't hear his thoughts and that made him feel more secure in his internal plea with her. Damn it. I said stop. It's really distracting...And.. Damn woman just stop! None of this was apparent on his face at all. That was actually a lie. The man had to swallow and look away a little looking back up as she spoke. Was that a stutter? Huh.. Cute.. As first impressions went her cover up was absolutely enticing and Ezriel thought her to be a very interesting subject. And June... June was a pretty name. It was a pretty month... Everything about June was pretty. And such a brilliant field of choice. No damn it Ezriel! Stop looking at women! I should just go be a monk or something.

"Ezriel Adams..." His smile was crooked and toothy, a little unsure, as he took her hand shaking it. Doh! Not too hard! She's a lady! His naturally firm grasp loosened a little and he nodded. "I teach History of Magic." That's in Ez, don't lay on the smart guy thing too thick make it.. what ever you know... a bonus or something. He really needed to figure out a way to turn his inner critic off. And now he really wanted that scotch. Taking a few more tentative steps into the office he looked around. God that's an ugly rug. Raising his eyes from the bear's face he turned for the bookcase.

From his pocket he pulled his fist jutting his thumb toward the obdurate piece of furniture. "Did uhh.. Did you want help moving that? Any... of it I suppose. I'm sure I can unsecure it if you'd like.. I believe it's a... storage space behind there. That crazy loon thought it would be plucky to put a bookcase there. We got on... but in my opinion he was a little... " Ezriel whistled insinuating that the previous professor was crazy. After that he gave a light chuckle, scratched his eyebrow with his thumb and stuffed the hand back into his pocket.

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When January Rolls Around [EZRIEL/OPEN] Jul 6, 2013 8:26:13 GMT -8

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Post by Deleted on Jul 6, 2013 8:26:13 GMT -8

History of Magic? How could she have forgotten? With a subject that was so close to her own in terms of study material, June should have most certainly been on top of the gentleman’s name and chosen concentration of study, ”Forgive my manners. It’s incredibly intimidating being the replacement Professor half-way through term. I always seem to get swept up.” She wasn’t sure what he was up to, with the strange tightening of his grasp around her hand and then almost immediately adjusting to a looser stance, but just the same, she offered him a slight smile in return.

”Merlin, yes-” Breaking the hand-contact that they had established briefly, June walked back to the bookshelf and began looking at it, trying to figure out where she could put it. She needed somewhere that it wouldn't be in her way and cause her to nearly have a conniption every time that she saw it. Right now it just blocked the flow of her concentration, ”Everything’s got to move. And this rug-” She had seen him staring at it moments before and wanted to make it abundantly clear that it was not hers, ”I always wondered who in their right mind would buy a rug like this,” June breathed as she placed one of her fingernails into her mouth, biting down ever so slightly, ”However, loony seems to fit the bill.” There went her question about what kind of shoes she was going to have to fill this year - if the previous Professor had been off her rocker, than she just might be alright considering she was at least seventy-five percent sane.

Turning to look behind the shelf, June cocked her head to the side in curiosity. She wondered what the strange man was hiding back in the storage space that had coerced him into bolting a shelving-unit to the wall to avoid detection. She pushed her glasses back up and then returned her attention to the god-send that had offered to help her in her conquests.

”If you could work on getting that off the wall, I’ll go ahead and start moving around some of the chairs-” Busying herself with moving a couple of the maroon upholstered lounge chairs, June found herself caught up in intrusive thoughts about the Professor. How long had he been working at Hogwarts? Who did he associate himself with? What kind of pizza did he like? She assured herself it wasn’t all that strange to want to know more about her colleagues. Perhaps best to just start asking to get formalities out of the way, ”Do you enjoy pizza?” She called over her shoulder.