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Post by Deleted on Jan 11, 2017 23:32:11 GMT -5
Just Before Noon | October 3rd | Monday Emilie had set up her classroom quickly and easily. Large windows welcomed in massive amounts of natural light, all desks were removed and replaced with adjustable easels. Blank canvases applied to each. She wasn’t expecting many kids in her class as it was an elective in an academia-heavy school. Maybe six or so had expressed interest? That was fine with her. She was prepared and preferred a more intimate setting. And it would allow for more trips beyond the school campus if she had less heads to keep track of. After brightening up her room and making sure she had all of her Free Items and mediums in place, Emilie realized she didn’t have a few things she wanted to show for examples. Frowning, she glanced through the list of professors and subjects in the school she’d been given when she arrived and landed on Muggle Studies. If anyone had what she needed, it’d be Professor Lacroix. Making her way through the halls, Emilie made it to the Muggle Studies classroom just before it let out. She waited patiently outside, nodding to the occasional student who smiled her way or nodded first. Most of them looked at her with curiosity, though. Her gaze lingered on a blonde waif of a girl that passed by clutching her books to her chest. She screamed artistic to Emilie and she idly wondered if hers would be one of the faces she saw peeking around canvas through the next semester. Smiling after her thoughtfully, Emilie turned and slipped through the door once it was opened; easily making it through the wave of students rushing to get out of the Nulled classroom. Emilie could feel it as soon as she stepped in. An absence of magic. She blinked and looked around; startled by the way it made her skin feel so… dry. And the professor was not what she expected. Sitting criss-cross applesauce on top of her desk, the woman raised and eyebrow at Emilie curiously. ”Can I help you?””Yes, please. I’m Ms. Prince, the new Art Professor. I was wondering if you had a few things?”Margot gestured for her to continue and Emilie listed off the things she needed to borrow. Margot smirked and then shook her head. ”I had those, but Jer borrowed them for his class. He’s the History of Magic guy. You can find his classroom just down the hall a bit. He’s probably done.”Emilie thanked her and stepped out; following the flow of students toward the History of Magic classroom. Students were filing in, and she knew she only had a few minutes until she’d be interrupting. Stepping inside, Emilie’s eyes went immediately to the front of the classroom before her expression fell. Oh, shit. He didn’t seem to notice her yet, his attention taken by a tall brunette talking animatedly about something with her hands. Student, definitely. Emilie drew her lip between her teeth and smirked; a wicked thought crossing her mind before she quickly acted. Taking an empty seat in the back, Emilie folded her arms on the desk and propped her chin on her fist; waiting for him to notice her. This was about to get good. template by Sammy @ Adox 2.0 |
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Post by Jérémie Keller on Jan 12, 2017 11:54:06 GMT -5
Jérémie enjoyed teaching, and more than that, he enjoyed teaching at his alma mater. In his opinion, other schools should take note of how Kasch ran things. Too often he saw kids getting left behind or not challenged enough, both sorts being wasted away in a faulty system. But at Beauregard things were different. You could see it in the way the students were and the way the teachers handled things. They cared. They got creative.
Some students got a little too creative.
When Abbie had approached his desk before class, he couldn't help the soft smirk. Her and Voluntis had quickly become his favorite students with the way they threw themselves into their work. They researched. They dug.
Soon, he was sure, Abbie would start to figure things out. Her mind was too bright to not start putting pieces together.
Leaning against his desk as he took a sip of coffee, he gave the young witch his full attention like he would anyone else. Even if her tirade had nothing to do with the influence of magic in ancient Rome and the death of Julius Caesar. At least...Not on the surface. It wasn't a connection every day witches and wizards would make.
”I completely agree, Miss Belmont. The destruction of the library in Alexandria was a horrific and terrible event.” He couldn't suppress his shudder at the thought of information that had been loss. Many people believed the library to have been lost after Caesar set fire to his ships which got out of control. Then came Aurelian in 270. Oh, he could very easily sit here all day and discuss the event with her. But as it were, the class was already seated and waiting.
”Look more into it. I'll give you a pass on the next few events we'll be covering if you can tell me what really happened.How does a month sound?” He was going to push her to find the truth. The things that the Ministry hid. Coming outright and telling her anything wouldn't do any good, but he was sure as she continued to delve more, the more she'd turn towards the Faceless. ”Maybe we can have the Headmaster approve a short trip to Alexandria. Now..To your seat.”
Shaking his head with an amused smile as she bound off, he took another sip of coffee and flicked his wand at a small stack of assignments, making them each go to their respective students.
”I graded your assignments last night and I have to say...Some of you completely missed the mark. Just writing in 'Brutus stabbed him’ and then reiterating that in as many different ways as you can is not delving. Hell, it's not even copying from a text book. We all know Brutus made the final blow. But Brutus did not kill him. There's a difference.”
He set his coffee down as he pulled out copies of primary sources. They were from historians and other people from the time period who shed more truth on the events. Moving through the desks he passed them out, stopping only a moment to whisper something into Miriana’s ear. The girl colored slightly and nodded and he patted her shoulder as he moved on with the papers.
And that was when he noticed her.
His face paled and he completely stopped in the middle of the room as he looked at her. The memories of the night outside the bar flashed in front of him. The feel of her skin against his, her noises muffled against his mouth.
But she hadn't been in his class before. He was positive he'd remember that.
Shifting slightly he held out the paper to her, the question obvious in his look. As she took it he just looked at her again before picking his lips slightly and turning to head back to the front of class.
”Uh...Okay. Now. Once again... Let’s look at Caesar and the atmosphere of Rome at the time…’
This was going to be an interesting class.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2017 23:48:55 GMT -5
Noon | October 3rd | Monday
It took him a little while, which made it all the more delicious when his eyes finally found hers and he registered just who was in his class. She couldn’t help the devious little tug at the corners of her lips as her head reached out and very, very softly took the sheet of paper from him. She broke eye-contact to look down over the subject matter and immediately Emilie could have just cackled in delight. Oh, this could not get any better. Rolling her lips together, Emilie’s inner thoughts battled themselves. Should she be easy on him? How badly should she make him squirm? Images of him under the flickering alley light danced behind her eyes as he moved back to the front of the class and spoke of the atmosphere of Rome at the time…
What did she do to deserve such a perfect moment?
Raising her hand, her gaze burned into the back of his head; her lower lip captured by her teeth in a familiarly playful glare.
”Excuse me, Professor…?”
She waited until he turned to look at her.
”The atmosphere at the time would have been highly… sexual, yes? The romans often used sex as a way to oppress or show dominance over others and became a central theme in their politics. Take the Sabine women as an example.”
Emilie could see the students starting to turn to try and figure out who was talking. She never broke eye contact; leaning forward on her desk as she canted her head to look at Jeremie.
”Sometimes their educators taking their students to bed in order to prepare them for their marriages?”
The brunette that had been talking to him earlier turned around in her desk and shot Emilie the most incredulous look.
”What point are you trying to make?”
Emilie licked her lips and smiled.
”Just that the atmosphere in Rome must have been very… intimidating… for women and young men without status. Am I wrong?”
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Post by Jérémie Keller on Jan 15, 2017 0:14:54 GMT -5
He didn't trust her, not for a moment. She looked like she was up to something and he didn't know when or where the ball was going to drop.
And then she opened her mouth. If he could have rubbed his forehead without it looking out of character for a simple question from a student he would have. At least he was able to shift slightly from that look she gave him while everyone turned to look at her.
Picking up his coffee,he tried to treat her like any other student with a question. Or well, any other student with a question that he hadn't met in a bar and fucked in an alley.
But oh, her question made him want to kill her. And then she kept going and he decided outright death was too good. He was going to strangle this woman.
Okay, maybe he wouldn't kill her but strangling sounded like a rather nice idea. Especially as his eyes traveled down her shirt as she leaned over. It wasn't his fault.
"While everything you bring up is true for the time period, it has very little bearing on our current topic of conversation." The look he was giving her from behind the backs of his students was a mixture between amused, impressed, and a promise of retaliation after class. Or not. Since she was a student and hell no was he going to knowingly screw a student. "According to some sources, Caesar himself had a young lover. And sex could and was used for political gain or oppression. Excepting the cases of teachers frequently sleeping with their students in preparation though, one can argue that much of the sexual climate is the same in today's time."
Turning away from her to move to the other side of his desk as he took another drink of his coffee, he had to work to clear his head. Damn woman. "However, the sexual climate had no bearing on magical atmosphere in that day and what lead to the death of Julius Caesar. Unless, of course, you seem to believe that it somehow does? If so, I'd be delighted to hear your thoughts."
His lip quirked up in a smirk that he quickly hid as he looked back up at her.
"So then...may we continue with the lesson or would you like to continue to say that some teacher at some point in the life of Caesar had sex with him and that is why he was killed? Or a young woman was lured into some sort of sexual trap that caused her to plan the revolution? i mean, if you have sources I am unaware of then I would be absolutely fascinated to hear them.'
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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2017 22:52:53 GMT -5
Noon | October 3rd | Monday
Emilie had to fight from grinning ear to ear as he steered his classroom away from the route Emilie was driving it down. She could feel the brunette girl eyeing her warily from the front, but Emilie only had eyes for Jeremie. Perhaps her focus helped fuel the atmosphere of the room, but Emilie wasn’t too concerned over the repercussions of her visit. She wasn’t, after all, a student like she would lead him to believe today. Any repercussions that did occur would be with the professor himself, and Emilie would be delighted to receive her penance.
Running her tongue over her lip in thought, she exhaled slowly and let out the softest little moan in thought.
She knew exactly what she was doing. As Jeremie stood at the front of class, and she made her little sound of consideration, she reached up and ran her fingertip down her throat and to the front of her shirt. She wanted his eyes to follow her own touch; to sink down into the gap in her shirt and the swell of her breasts… Make him stand uncomfortably in front of his class of teenagers and try not to stare. Try not to need.
”Only personal experience,” Emilie purred as those eyes moved back to his.
Her eyebrow raised at him in a gentle, silent challenge. Did he want to keep playing?
”If I was lured into a dark alley by an older man, and later discovered him to be a man of power, I’d use my sex to my advantage. I’d use that to gain favor with other men in power. To trick Caesar, in this case, into wanting me.” Her hands moved flat over the desk surface and slid forward slowly as she lifted her ass up and tucked her ankle under her backside; the motion momentarily bending her over the desk. Her eyes rolling up to hold his. The act itself wasn’t overtly sexualy but the way her gaze held his. She was taunting him. ”Into needing me. And I’d lure him into a trap.”
Was it hot in the class?
”I’d lead him into an ambush. Watch him die. Because I loved him. And he used me.”
Abbie stared at the blonde woman with such an expression of confusion that she couldn’t help herself.
’What the fuck are you talking about?’
Emilie drew her lower lip between her teeth and smirked at Jeremie before her eyes fell on the brunette. She raised her brows and shrugged nonchalantly.
”Wouldn’t you?”
”NO!”
She laughed. She couldn’t help herself.
”Well, I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t live in Roman times, then.”
Her throat cleared as she looked up at Jeremie. Alright, she’d give him a break. She didn’t want to actually get him in trouble.
”Also probably a good thing I’m just here to borrow some supplies for my art class. The subject matter was too good to resist, though…”
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Sexuality: Mostly Straight
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Post by Jérémie Keller on Jan 18, 2017 23:37:41 GMT -5
She was an absolute vixen.
Jérémie saw what she was doing. The soft moan she was making. The way her tongue ran over her lips and then leaned forward like that on the desk... To adjust how she was sitting, he was sure. Not to entice any other reaction of him. Nope.
Because his mind definitely didn't go straight to how he could show her how he would use that desk underneath her.
He had to shift slightly as he took a breath, glad that the students were looking at her and not him. It gave him a slight moment to 'calm down' as it were. She had taken his lesson and then ran with it down the dark alley behind the bar. The implications were all there if anyone cared to read between her lines.
"While that is a rather interesting opinion, there is very little to back it up. I mean, aside from your own..personal experience, as you say. Although if we are entertaining this idea, then wouldn't it make more sense to say that he would have loved the girl that would lure him out and she used him?" He raised an eyebrow back at her. This conversation had gotten so far off topic it was ridiculous. Granted he normally didn't mind when it did because it meant the students were actually thinking. But that wasn't what this was...
"Language Miss Belmont or I'll rethink that trip." he chided Abbie softly, not even thinking about how that might sound to the vixen tormenting him.
And then he blinked.
And he blinked again.
The relief that flooded over him was probably entirely obvious it was ridiculous. He still wanted to strangle her for leading him to believe she was a student. But the fact that she wasn't made him laugh out loud. He couldn't help it. He noticed Miriana's head snap up at the mention of art.
"You're Miss Prince!"
Her excitement made him smile slightly, even as he wanted to rub his temples.
"Well, you're more than welcome to sit in and I can assist you after class, Miss Prince. So long as you stop ruffling Miss Belmont's feathers." Oh, he would assist her. The look he gave her told her exactly what way he would assist her.
His eyes went back to Miri for a moment, remembering he asked her to stay after class so they could discuss her failing marks.
After that though, he was going to have some words with that vixen.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 25, 2017 18:10:19 GMT -5
Noon | October 3rd | Monday
Emilie grinned at the young silver-haired girl and nodded. She was indeed Ms. Prince, and by the excitement in the girl’s voice she would indeed be in her class. She canted her head a little and her eyes changed; the emotions behind them moving from a sexually driven amusement to a softer, warmer entertainment. She propped her chin on her hand and then looked back up at Jeremie as he invited her to stay through to the end of class. Her smirk was enough to accept that invitation; the temperament of her gaze adjusting ever so slightly when she looked at him.
The rest of the class went smoothly without any more interruptions from Emilie. Abbie was quickly swept up into the lesson and engaged as thoughtfully and as passionately as she usually did with Professor Keller; her curiosity and protectiveness forgotten when “Ms. Prince” was no longer a distraction.
When class was dismissed, Emilie slid out from the desk she had claimed and gestured to the sweet blonde girl when Jeremie gave her a questioning look. She would give them some privacy. Stepping out into the hall, she leaned back against the wall and crossed her arms; smiling at the students as they passed. It wasn’t until the door opened again and Jeremie was ushering the tiny blonde girl out the door that Emilie turned and grinned at the student.
”So I’m assuming I’ll see you in my 3pm class?”
At her excited nod, Emilie’s face lit up and she moved aside before her gaze lifted up to Jeremie. Those blue eyes glittering with familiar mischief. She stepped into the classroom, brushing past him and smirking as she heard the door closing behind her. Drawing her lower lip between her teeth, she stepped directly over to his desk and ran her fingertips along the surface of it slowly. She could practically feel his gaze burning into the back of her head.
”So my dear, dear husband is a professor of history at Beauregard.” Emilie couldn’t help her soft chuckle as she shook her head and then turned her chin to peer over her shoulder at him.
”What are the chances?”
Emilie turned to face him, leaning back on his desk and crossing her legs at the ankles. What were the chances, really, that her perfect one night stand would end up being a professor at the school she just accepted a part time gig at? Emilie was smiling, but she wanted to smack the universe in the face.
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