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 Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 10:48 am
 Teacher's assigned to Table 2 sit here.
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 2:40 pm
☾Cassandra Sinistra Greengrass☽
☾ ❂ ✬ ❂ ☽
✬Librarian✬ Slaves of our hearts, that's what we are
We loved and died where roses grew...
Your beauty heals, your beauty kills
And who would know better than I do?
Too close to breathe he came to me...  C assandra entered the Great Hall dressed in an elegant red Chinese-style dress with high slits on either side and a rose pattern decorating it. She wore long black gloves on either hand, and her black hair was done up with a red-and-pink silk ribbon that matched the dress. She looked around, wondering where Icarus was sitting, but he didn't seem to be there yet. She noticed that Hyppolyt was sitting with Florence, and smiled: at least one of them had gotten their wish.S he found the table marked "2" and sat. It seemed none of those she was dining with had arrived yet. Since the majority of the food didn't seem to have either, she simply waited, watching the door for Icarus.I f he was sitting with the nurse, Cassandra wasn't sure she'd be able to stop herself from killing anyone. ((Hope the post is alright. I sort-of-made a new posting style (mostly taken from an old one.)) Your thorns, they kissed my blood...
A rose is free, a rose is wild
And who would know better than I do?
I will always savour you
as I will always be your fool...
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 2:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 2:46 pm
((I'm right there, you know...))
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 2:49 pm
((yeah I was in the middle of my post when you posted so I didn't know you did I edited mine.))
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 2:59 pm
☾Cassandra Sinistra Greengrass☽
☾ ❂ ✬ ❂ ☽
✬Librarian✬ Slaves of our hearts, that's what we are
We loved and died where roses grew...
Your beauty heals, your beauty kills
And who would know better than I do?
Too close to breathe he came to me... C assandra raised an eyebrow when the Transfiguration teacher sat. What on Earth was another woman doing there? Still...there were more seats. Perhaps the men assigned to them hadn't arrived yet. Yes, that must be it.T o the woman's question, she shrugged. "No one has come to the library, really." she replied noncommittally. She wasn't particularly interested in small talk. She knew that it was unlikely she had been paired with Icarus (though she still hoped), and as such, the event didn't hold much interest for her. All she intended to do was watch whoever Icarus sat with, and make sure who ever the "she" was didn't make a move on him. One other woman was enough to deal with, let alone two... Besides, she barely knew Sasha. The other witch was much older than her, and Cassandra didn't particularly like transfiguration--it just seemed like a rather pointless subject to her. Why bother turning a rabbit into a hat if one could buy a perfectly good hat from the store?((Ah, I see. I like the picture. ^_^)) Your thorns, they kissed my blood...
A rose is free, a rose is wild
And who would know better than I do?
I will always savour you
as I will always be your fool...
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Posted: Sun Feb 13, 2011 3:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 6:22 pm
 { Professor Icarus Skylar }
Quidditch Referee and Flying Instructor 
Icarus eagerly made his way towards the tables, hoping to see his favorite female at Hogwarts at his table. He recounted in his mind the fun the two had out in the gardens, and couldn't wait to spend some time with her longer. Just thinking about Isis' hair and scent caused Icarus to glide through the Great Hall.
He looked at his slip of paper and frowned. He glanced around at the tables, his heart pounding in his chest and in his head. Where was Isis? As he glanced over the tables, his eyes landed on her. She looked amazing. So much so, his legs almost turned to butter.
But, as he noticed what number table she sat at, his heart sank rapidly. She was at 3 and he was at 2. Close by, but just barely missed each other, "Oh well, it could be worse," Icarus muttered to himself as he adjusted his white dress robes and made his way to the table.
Icarus took a step toward the table and faked a smile.      Luckily, our staff includes a lot of beautiful women. Beautiful women… which I may hit on… I hope.
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 6:24 pm
(( OwO That's gonna be interesting. Yes, I'm very bored XD ))
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 6:27 pm
((Look, OOCing is distracting and makes pages ugly and cluttered. Because of that I do not want to see any around here. After this no more OOCing in the event. If you want an OOC page will be added, but I need to know that it will used and that people will not OOCs on the event tables. Got it?))
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 6:40 pm
((It's not actually. And before I post, I'm not sure that Icarus would know of Cassandra's adoration...I think she's always just admired from afar...))
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Posted: Thu Feb 17, 2011 7:54 pm
Calais Reed ((It's not actually. And before I post, I'm not sure that Icarus would know of Cassandra's adoration...I think she's always just admired from afar...)) ((Oh, it's difficult to infer that, by the way XD ))
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