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The Wizarding World Captain
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 Posted: Wed Dec 09, 2009 7:33 am
 She hates being called Professor Sol. London or Professor will do, thanks.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 11:21 am
Devlin leaned against the wall next to the office door, eyes fixed to the floor and fists still balled in his pockets- though it was now due to the throbbing and pain more than anger.
He knew he wasn't going to get expelled, just a talking-to and probably detention. Or he wouldn't get expelled unless they expelled Vambre. That a*****e.
Sure, Devlin had been in fights before, but he almost never attacked first. He wasn't that stupid. He didn't want to actually get expelled and have his parents know their 'perfectly normal boy' was messed up in the head.
Merlin, he really wanted Justus right now, wanted to be Lynn. It always made him feel better.... normal.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 11:29 am
London entered the office less than ten minutes later, adjusting her fingerless gloves with a somewhat distracted expression on her usually expressionless face; the door remained open, unprompted, in her wake and she immediately crossed the small room to circle her desk. She perched herself in the chair before her computer, gesturing for Devlin to follow her inside and sit in the second chair.
“So tell me what happened,” London murmured in her smooth deadpan, her eyes steady on the soft-featured Quidditch player.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 11:37 am
Devlin sulked into the room and slouched down into the chair, locking his bright blue eyes on her when she asked him to explain, so she'd know he wasn't lying.
"We weren't doing anything, and Goyle came up and threatened to kill Jamie, and we said some stuff, and he said some stuff, then that bas- Mulciber came and said some stuff, then Goyle fired a spell at me, and I defended by transfiguring the grass. Then Goyle shot a fire spell and burned my pants, and I tried to restain him with a spell, and then the a**- Mulciber fired a silver spell at Clay, cuz he's a racist p***k, and it pissed me off so I was going to re-arrange his face for him so he could never manage to say it again, and then you came in."
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 11:49 am
“Hm.”
London’s fingers toyed with the haphazard collage of pictures gathered artistically on her desk, a dozen smiling and waving students from past years excitedly flailing and posing in greeting as London watched them. Becoming a teacher had been one of the most rewarding decisions she’d made as an adult – and the number of adoring former pupils who still frequently contacted her proved she was beneficial to some in turn. But being a parental figure wasn’t getting any easier as the years fell away; if anything, it was growing more difficult as student problems became more tangled.
“I doubt he really wanted to kill Potter,” she said quietly, “Mulciber might…” she drifted off as she adjusted one of the pictures, a frown softly pulling at the corner of her mouth. “What do you think hurting Mulciber would have accomplished, Devlin?” she asked, adjusting to his first name to draw back from the uncomfortable teacher-student atmosphere briefly.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 11:59 am
Devlin frowned as he watched her. Great, now he was going to be psychoanalyzed. "Goyle was just...... quidditch rivalry sh- stuff."
He wasn't pissed off at Corvus at all, really. It'd been Mulciber that took it too far. "And I already told you, I was going to rearrange his face so he wouldn't be able to say sh- that spell again."
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 12:08 pm
“How many detentions do you think you deserve?” she continued quietly, not drawing her patient gaze from the collection of pictures.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 12:15 pm
Devlin frowned further, looking down at the floor, his long eyelashes fluttering with the movement of his eyes as he tried to count in his head what seemed appropriate.
"Two... uh... three? I didn't even touch him." He tried to keep the regret out of his voice, knowing it wouldn't help his case any. And he figured three was too much, but maybe if she was harder on him this time, he'd be let off easier the next time.
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 12:19 pm
“Four,” London responded in a toneless statement. “Two with me, and two helping Mary Macdonald scrub the Great Hall tables down after lunch. Snape’s a strict sonofabitch, Devlin. He’ll expel a student for less than what you’ve done today. I want you to keep that in mind.”
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Posted: Tue Mar 23, 2010 12:26 pm
"Yeah, but he's not going to expel Mulciber, is he?" Devlin retorted.
Detentions, whatever, he didn't care; the work gave him an outlet for his energy.
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 8:49 am
"That will be decided by Snape and Nott. So no, probably not."
London paused to yet again shift one of the photographs.
"Everyone knows the little b*****d is a D3er. It will be easier to keep an eye on him in the castle."
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 10:30 am
Devlin scowled further, but looked suddenly resigned.
"Yeah, sure,whatever, save one at a time. At the expense of innocent students like Clay, right. This is a school, but whatever makes a person feel better." Devlin couldn't help but say this, but he tried to push down the anger.
He and Justus had talked about things like this, because of course most students knew about the D3ers. They didn't think it was right to keep people like Mulciber who were likely already irredemable criminals in a school around innocent kids. Though Corvus was sometimes an alright bloke, not that he'd say that out loud. But what the hell could he even do about it? If Snape was on some sort of mission, he was the Headmaster, so ******** all for everyone else.
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Posted: Wed Mar 24, 2010 10:38 am
London watched the anger flush across Devlin's face again, the softest of smiles drawing at her mouth. "You're a smart boy, Devlin. And caring. Your friends probably value you more than you - or any of them - will ever realize."
The teacher jotted a quick note on one of the many stacks of paperwork gathered on most of the office's available surfaces, her handwriting disjointed and sloppy. "Your first detention is tomorrow; you can help me wallpaper the bathroom near my classroom. Justus is welcome to come as well, we could probably use the help. Tell him he'll get thirty points for it."
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