Profs need to socialize, too!

[grandhighwizard]

WHO: Teachers!
TONE: Snarky, interesting, fun?
RATING: All the way up to R for grown-ups talking and language
WHEN: March 20th
WHERE: Staff table in the Great Hall, or a teacher's lounge, if Hogwarts has one
WHAT: Just a general mingle thread for the grown-ups at the school
STATUS: Ongoing

Everyone can feel free to do different threads or whatnot!

Comments

[psiignlanguage]

[Oh.]

Sal...

[He sits there silently for a moment, and then reaches out and places a hand on the others shoulder. He knows what it's like to lose family.]

I'm...sorry.

[nosigntospeakof]

[He swallows before shifting his arm to lay his hand on top of Cy's.]

Thanks.

Karkat saw them first and he was so upset. I felt awful, still feel awful for him.

[Fuck his own feelings, the orphaned thirteen year old is the one who matters here.]

[psiignlanguage]

[He feels that slightly awkward ping from feeling the returned contact but remains composed.]

...Have you checked in on him since? He may really need the rest of his family right now.

[nosigntospeakof]

I've tried but I think he's been avoiding me. He's been spending all his free time with his friends.

[psiignlanguage]

...I suppose it could be a little strange having your family working in the same school you attend--you know, my mother was offered a position teaching Charms before. But she declined so not to make me uncomfortable.

[Right, back to Sal.]

...Would you like me to try and talk to him? I'm not his direct family so to say, but I might be able to get him to talk to me.

[nosigntospeakof]

She was? [A smile flickers across his lips.] I never knew that.

You don't have to, Cy, but...if you can get him to talk I'd be so grateful.

[psiignlanguage]

I swore I had told you that.

[He manages a small smile as well.]

I can't guarantee I'll be successful...But I can try.

[nosigntospeakof]

You probably did when we were in school and I just couldn't understand what you were saying.

[Teasing. Teasing is a good sign.]

Thank you.

[psiignlanguage]

Thut up.

[But he's still got a smile going.]

Are you going to be alright, yourself?

[nosigntospeakof]

[No.]

I'll be fine.

[He'll be spending the night sobbing into his wife's bosom.]

[psiignlanguage]

You're lying.

[nosigntospeakof]

Just a little.

[psiignlanguage]

A little?

[His eyes narrow, looking at him from the top of his glasses.]

Go on. Vent. I'm listening.

[nosigntospeakof]

[Sal lifts his head finally, looking at Cy with a tight grin.]

You know me, I don't vent. [He rubs the heel of his hand into his right eye, drawing in a slow breath.] I quietly stew in my negative feelings.

WHY DOES HE HAVE YELLOW ON HIS MOUTH.

[psiignlanguage]

If I recall correctly, if a situation calls for it, you can be quite masterful of a longwinded drawl now and again.

[A smirk.]

Humor me.

STRATEGIC CROPPING...it's cheese. :T

[nosigntospeakof]

[A sigh.]

Not in front of the rest of the staff.

I DON'T KNOW IF I BELIEVE YOU :U

[psiignlanguage]

Would you like to go for a walk, Sal?

I CAN SHARE IT

[nosigntospeakof]

[He's already rising from his seat.]

Sounds splendid.

WHY WOULD HE BE EATING CHEESE.

[psiignlanguage]

[Cyrus stands as well, seeing to it that his students work is still organized.]

Pick your path.

IT WAS A GRILLED CHEESE

[nosigntospeakof]

By the lake. It's nice and private around this time.

[He sneaks toward the door.]

WHY DOES THIS EXIST

[psiignlanguage]

[He smiles a fair bit, and goes through the door.]

Sounds like you need the openness right now.