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

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

[psiignlanguage]

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.

Why is that sad? Moonspell is AWESOME.

[grandhighwizard]

[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.

Re: Why is that sad? Moonspell is AWESOME.

[psiignlanguage]

[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.

[grandhighwizard]

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

[psiignlanguage]

[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.]

[grandhighwizard]

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.

fuck i love this already.

[psiignlanguage]

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?

Damn, but they're fun!

[grandhighwizard]

[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.

Its so silly~

[psiignlanguage]

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

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

Yes, yes it is. XD

[grandhighwizard]

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

Re: Yes, yes it is. XD

[psiignlanguage]

[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.

[grandhighwizard]

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

[psiignlanguage]

[ASHKSJAHFJAKSHGKSGAS]

Are you THERIOUTHLY therving your thudenth ALCOHOL?!

[grandhighwizard]

[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.]

[psiignlanguage]

It's 'give a man a fish he eats for a day, but if you teach a man to fish he eats for a lifetime--' THERIOUTHLY?

[He's raised his volume. Shit.]

Are you theriouthly teaching your thudenth how to create intokthicanth?

[grandhighwizard]

I thought the curriculum could use a little shaking up. [cheerfully] I'll teach you, too, if you like. [And ... yes, he actually just winked at Cy.] I understand you're good with tongues.

[psiignlanguage]

E-E-Excuth me? [Why are you doing this to him? WHY.]

[grandhighwizard]

Tongues. You know. It's a little play on your ability with languages? What sorts of flavors do you like? [Oh, jackpot, that's making Cy really uncomfortable, isn't it?]

[psiignlanguage]

[Oh.]

Right, languageth. Thorry.

[He sits silently for a moment, trying to think of something to say for a flavor.]

Apple-berry. Blueberry pomegranate--are you really athking me thith?

[grandhighwizard]

Not that I wouldn't be happy to have a demonstration of what else you can do with your tongue. [casually] But we were talking about intoxicants, and how I could tailor them specifically to you. So I am, indeed, really asking you this. [leaning on his hand and staring at Cy as though utterly fascinated ... which he actually is]

[psiignlanguage]

What---!

[He's stammering just a bit, rather flushed from this who ordeal.]

I-I don't even drink!

[grandhighwizard]

Really? I would have never guessed. [grins sharkishly] That's all right, I'll just go with apple-berry and blueberry-pomegranate, then.

[adds, as an aside] Did you know you were blushing, my boy?

[psiignlanguage]

[He snorts, fighting his lisp.]

I don't blush, sir.

[grandhighwizard]

Really? Do you have a fever then? [leaning forward with surprising swiftness, and resting the backs of his fingers lightly against Cy's forehead, as though feeling for his temperature]

[psiignlanguage]

[He stammers, because OH HOLY SHIT HE IS BEING TOUCHED BY SOMEONE THAT ISN'T MOTHER, SAL OR DI.]

E-Excuth me but what the hell are you doi-ing?!