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Profs need to socialize, too!

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!

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Now that sounds interesting to me. [Rhys says, his odd blue-purple eyes meetings Cy's dead on.] Kids, playing someone like you for a fool - there's a story there.

[Cyrus--who had turned his face back to his work, angles his head to catch Rhys's eyes. And hello anxiety building up again!]

And just what do you mean by that?

Well, aren't you something of a genius? How would they catch you off your, haha, guard?

I don't fancy myself a genius. Intelligent, yes. But I'm far from a genius.

[He glances at him, somewhat suspiciously.]

I almost feel like you're threatening me.

Do you? How fascinating! [grins broadly, and leans back in his seat, sipping his tea] How would I do that? You're not some sort of criminal, are you?

[He murmurs quietly.]

I've experienced my fair share of purebloods who frown upon my lineage, how do I know you're not the same?

[Rhys laughs. Not a soft, urbane little chuckle, but a full throated, genuinely highly amused chortle, the smile that went with it disturbingly wide.]

My dear boy! Clearly you don't follow politics. [He leans on one hand, merriment still dancing in his eyes.] Don't you know all blood's the same color when it slips free the veins? Why should anyone care where it comes from before that?

Everyone's a peasant in the eyes of the Lord. Or a king. How does that go ... ?

[Cyrus becomes ever so slightly unsettled. More than just slightly actually. More like, if he hadn't practiced dead-pan expressions for the past decade or so, he would be going on with a full-on lip quivering sob at this point.]

I don't see why I should follow something that depresses me. But you really ought to say that to those who view me as being a lesser individual. And I'm afraid I don't know where you're going with that, my apologies.

[OH HERA HELP HIM.]

[Byt Rhys is good at body language, and subtle cues, and he can see something he's saying is bothering the other professor at least a little. Hmmm.]

And who would you like me to say it to? Point them out.

[DEADPAN, CYRUS. DEADPAN.]

[Losing composure. Fuuuuuuu---]

They're not present.

[Rhys folds his hand over his stomach, the tip of his tongue coming out to lightly touch the points of his canines. They're slightly elongated - not unnaturally so, like a vampire, but the way some people's can get - and the expression is eeriely predatory.]

Do I need to send owls, then? [archly]

You wouldn't be able to find her.

[He sighs a bit, with the sound of exasperation and begins to stack his papers, considering to return to his quarters in order to finish his work.]

You're seeming awfully protective of me in regards to a situation you know nothing about.

[blinks at him, then chuckles again, shaking his head ... did Cy really not know he was joking? Somehow, that makes everything so much better.] But you seemed so ... upset. Professors have to stick together, you know, against the cold, cruel world.

[He sighs, still somewhat wary. After a strange, muggle hating snow witch breaks you down, you're going to be wary of anyone who speaks to you strangely.]

While I appreciate your concerns, sir. I don't know if I find them to be the most...encouraging of sentiments.

They're not meant to be encouraging. [serenely] And sir? Really? And here I thought we were peers ...

[Cyrus looks up with a slightly quirked eyebrow.]

You do know you're old enough to be my father, correct? I feel referring to you as "sir" is appropriate.

[Dear Cyrus, stop having a stick up your ass.]

But I'm not your father, at least last I checked. I guess those sorts of things can change at a moment's notice, though. [airily, picking up his tea and sipping again] But as you will. I got used to it in my last position.

No you are most certainly not dead. [He looks a little surprised by that.]

You're far too laid back to be teaching. How on earth do you do it?

[Too laid back? Oh, Merlin love you, Cyrus, because Rhys certainly does. This is hilarious.]

You really don't follow politics. [grinning widely] But I find an intimate knowledge of how to home brew intoxicants is extraordinarily helpful.

Home brew intoxicants? You surely can't mean homemade liquor, can you?

[Oh Hera, please give Cyrus the straight to deal with this.]

Liquor? My boy, nothing so mundane. [Just griiiiiining.]

[He slowly brings his palms up to his face and rubs at his eyes beneath his glasses.]

Please tell me you at least keep it to yourself.

[gives him a surprised look] We're teachers, Onikous. It's our job to teach.

[ASHKSJAHFJAKSHGKSGAS]

Are you THERIOUTHLY therving your thudenth ALCOHOL?!

[Gives him the calmest, most puzzled look.] I thought I said? Nothing so mundane! A child can get alcohol anywhere ... I believe there's some sort of Muggle quote about giving a man a fish, or teaching him how to fish ...

[Cy. ♥ You're adorable. Please lisp in outrage forever and ever amen.]

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lol...blood the same color. i cant take that seriously.

XD I figured it was an amusing troll reference.

Beautiful~ Btw, who's his PB? He looks familiar.

Fernando Ribeiro, the frontman for Moonspell, a Portuguese goth metal band?

...what's sad is I knew that.

Why is that sad? Moonspell is AWESOME.

Re: Why is that sad? Moonspell is AWESOME.

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fuck i love this already.

Damn, but they're fun!

Its so silly~

Yes, yes it is. XD

Re: Yes, yes it is. XD

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