And you thought the days of room sharing ended in seventh year

[shnpc]

WHO: Teachers
TONE: Oh god they put us in a room together
RATING: PG for swearing
WHEN: Monday June 25th
WHERE: Rooms
WHAT: The teachers arrive at their retreat and get to settle in
STATUS: ongoing


[Everyone has arrived and been directed to where their rooms are. You get those fancy muggle key cards and some tickets for a free continental breakfast. You have to have your bags taken up by hotel staff though, muggles would think it's weird seeing trunks float anyways. You finally arrive to your room, it's silent, eerily silent. Oh god have your roommates already killed each other and left you to clean up the mess?]


[[ooc; The female teachers room is like the girls dorms at Hogwarts, it's charms so dudes can't get in. Girls can go in to the guys rooms though.]]

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[nosigntospeakof]

[Sal got his unpacking out of the way before anything else. Di is up in the ladies' room so he can't see her yet. Only one of his roommates has arrived, the new DADA teacher, but he seemed to want to get his things in order too so best to leave him to his business for a while. That just left the common room to wait things out in.

He's not expecting anyone to be there really. He and his wife had arrived before most of the other teachers so it's a bit of a surprise for him to see someone with a laptop looking quite comfortable. The goggles are what make him do a double take though.]

...Art?

[polariity]

[Fun fact: the headphones aren't really on. They're just an excuse so that he doesn't have to deal with people.]

[And also... Maybe so he can hear a pair of certain someones. Hearing Sal, Art bites back a grin and instead just slides his headphones down to his neck. Casually, he looks over at the other man.]

Oh, hey Thal, didn't expect to thee you here. What'sth up?

[Lies and more damn lies, but he's going to make this a surprise if it kills him.]

[nosigntospeakof]

[Don't give him that casual bullshit, you sneaky bastard. For the second time in less than a month Art has an overexcited History teacher throwing himself at him. Sorry if he knocks over the laptop in his eagerness for kisses, Art.]

[polariity]

[SCREECH]

[LUNGE]

[FOR THE LAPTOP]

[SORRY SAL YOU ARE NOT THAT LOVED, THE LAPTOP WINS OVER EVERYONE.]

Thal that ith fucking prethiouth equipment!!

[nosigntospeakof]

[Oh my god, Art.

It's a computer.

You've been working for years to combine magic and tech, it can be fixed!!! G o s h.]

It's nice to see you again too, Art.

[At least let him get in a forehead kiss. :T]

[polariity]

[That's exactly why it is so valuable! It is one of a kind! The first of its kind!]

[And there are probably 22 more in his room back home, let's be honest.]

You jutht thaw me, you didn't have to knock Chimera down. I can't believe you.

[Now on the floor, he just cradles his precious piece of tech to his chest and lays his head on Sal's knee.]

Monthter.

[nosigntospeakof]

[There sure is a lot of eye rolling going on over here. But Sal rests his hand on Art's head regardless, giving his scalp a little scratch.]

I'm sorry I almost let your precious one in twenty-something magical laptop fall on the ground. Should I kiss Chimera too to make it better?

[polariity]

[Art just holds his darling laptop up over his head.]

[Yes. Yes you should.]

[nosigntospeakof]

[Mwah.]

I'm sorry, Chimera. I might as well voice it too for all I know your father has made you sentient by now.

[polariity]

It ith a thlight pothibility, ehehehe.

[Putting Chimera down onto his lap, Artollo rolls his head back so that he's looking up at Sal with a sly grin.]

And now a kith for the dithtraught father.

[nosigntospeakof]

It'd be rude of me not to.

[The kiss he gives Artollo is notably more than the peck he gave the computer. Longer, sweeter and with just a bit more tongue.]

[polariity]

[Yes good tongue.]

Mmmn, wow, Thal, I didn't know you mithed me tho much when we'd jutht theen each other....

[nosigntospeakof]

I'm continuing to make up for lost time. [Another deep but brief kiss then a small peck to the tip of his nose.] What are you doing here?

[polariity]

You know, I think I athtked you that quethtion firtht.

[He grins a little, settling himself properly on the floor.]

[nosigntospeakof]

I'm here for the school, it's a teacher's retreat-

[...]

You're-? Art, are you one of the new teachers?

[polariity]

Uh, that'sth a pretty odd concluthion to jump to, Thal. What maketh you think that?

[nosigntospeakof]

Because you're making a face.

[polariity]

I don't think I can thtop making faceth, it cometh with having one.

[nosigntospeakof]

I mean you're making that coy "I'm hiding something and you're not going to find out until the last minute" sort of face you make.

[polariity]

I have no idea what you're talking about.

[nosigntospeakof]

Now it's your "I'm handsome when I'm smug and clever" face.

[polariity]

Oh, tho now I'm handthome? Are you trying to thweettalk me, Thal?

[nosigntospeakof]

You're always handsome. Just moreso when you think you're being clever.

[polariity]

Are you trying to tell me I'm not clever?

[nosigntospeakof]

You're very clever. And very handsome and I love you very much.

And I'm still assuming you're now gainfully employed in the faculty of Hogwarts School for Witchcraft and Wizardry.