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]

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?!

[grandhighwizard]

You said you don't blush, but you're quite red in the face. [resting his fingers briefly against the younger man's cheek, first one, then the other] You don't feel as though you have a fever, though.

[Rhys has leaned in awfully close at this point, and his weird, indigo eyes crinkle up at the corners as he smiles.] Narrow dodge on a trip to the infirmary, then.

[psiignlanguage]

[Cy just eyes him down sternly for a moment before he jerks his head back.]

I s-said I don't blush.

[He'll also tell you that he doesn't stammer.]

[grandhighwizard]

[The older man clearly isn't the least bit intimidated by the stern look, and while he draws his hand back, he maintains the uncomfortably close proximity, loving the practical aura of nervousness coming off the Rune professor.] I see. What about lisping? Do you do that?

[psiignlanguage]

I-I am aware of it. For the most part I've had it corrected, but it creepth up now and then.

[A beat.]

Usually when I'm nervouth.

[grandhighwizard]

Do I make you nervous, Onikous? I can't imagine why.

[psiignlanguage]

[He's trying to avoid stammering a bit.]

...You speak in innuendos and you've touched me. You make me nervouth.

[grandhighwizard]

[arching an eyebrow] If you're unavailable, just say.

[psiignlanguage]

[Does not compute with the Helmsman.]

Unavailable?

[grandhighwizard]

Seeing someone. Dating. Involved. Married, even, though I don't see a ring. [Rhys didn't actually go into this with any intention to get romantically involved with this amusingly nervous young man, but he has the feeling saying that's what he's doing might fluster Cy more, and this is just too fun to give up now.]

[psiignlanguage]

[And just like that, he's stammering again.]

I-I'm thorry but i-i don't thi-ink thatth any of your buthineth!

[grandhighwizard]

Oh, are you straight? You know, there are potions for that. [cheerfully]

[psiignlanguage]

[Oh my god, he's screaming inside. And yes. Now he really is blushing. HE HAS TO STAY CALM.]

Th-thir, I-I don't thi-ink this really matterth!

[grandhighwizard]

That's my philosophy on the matter. If someone is attractive, they're attractive. Gender doesn't really come into it. So you are available?

[psiignlanguage]

[He actually lets out a slight whining noise.]

Yes. I am.