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Post by Jahan Samara on Apr 15, 2009 22:27:08 GMT -5
Jay woke up, and was immediately confused. Rather than the four-poster beds crammed into a small room, he was in the Entrance Hall. And he couldn't remember how he had gotten there. He had gone to bed, fallen asleep, and now he was here. It didn't make any sense. It was still dark, the only light coming from candles. He thought about the other night, when he had fallen out of that tree in the Forbidden Forest. Maybe he was sleepwalking?
Then the thought hit him that he should not be there at this time of day, or rather night. If a prefect caught him, how would he explain it? "I just woke up down here?" Something told him that story wouldn't go over too well. The last thing he needed was to get in trouble for sleepwalking.
He heard a noise and froze. It was probably just a ghost, or maybe a Prefect, or worse, a teacher... He didn't even want to think about what might happen if a teacher found him here at... whatever time it was. He glanced at his watch. Ten thirty-seven. So it wasn't THAT late, but it was still way past curfew. And on a school night. Bad.
[Tapia/Closed]
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Desideria Tapia
Hogwarts Staff
LOA Hufflepuff Head of House Professor Potions
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Post by Desideria Tapia on Apr 15, 2009 23:02:13 GMT -5
It seemed her paperwork for the day would never end. The woman had shuffled through more papers for that week than she had all term so far, and while it was her own fault for assigning a number of assignments that week, she couldn't help but feel like blaming someone else for her own problems. It was a hard fact of life, she hated taking blame for her own actions, even at her own ripe old age. Looking at the papers spread before her, the portly woman organized each into a neat pile, first by year and then by House. Life was so much easier when divided so well.
With that small task set aside, the woman turned to poor herself another cuppa and only then realized she'd drank the whole pot. Just lovely, and House Elves hardly sent anything up at this time of night. Rubbing her dark eyes, she glanced around her, knowing she was alone that night in the Staff Lounge and deciding it was just as well she made a trip down to the kitchens and let them know she was still there and would appreciate a bit more caffeine sent up, and while she was at it perhaps she'd grab a cookie... or two... or three.
Stretching her arms above her head, the woman pushed herself up from the worn chair and made her way to the door. There were still at least four years of work to run through, all promised to be handed back their next lessons, and she needed to finish her work. At least she wouldn't have to fight crowds as she made her way down the dungeons and to the lovely-scented kitchens.
However, she didn't expect to stumble upon a flash of orange-ish/reddish hair before her as she exited the Professor's Lounge. Too bad she left her glasses in the lounge leaving the woman nearly blinded by the blurriness to everything her eyes saw. "And who'd that be?"
Ask a question, expect an answer.
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Post by Jahan Samara on Apr 15, 2009 23:24:15 GMT -5
Jay did his best to hide, but in the Entrance Hall the best he could do silently was to flatten himself against the wall behind him. It didn't take him long to figure out that someone was emerging from the Professor's Lounge, and that confirmed his fear of running into a teacher. Things just weren't working out well at all for Jay. It was that kind of night.
When he realized that it was Professor Tapia, he felt a little bit relieved. Some of the students disliked her, but somebody would always disliked every teacher. Jay had overheard conversations where people treated her as the ultimate evil. Personally, he almost liked her. He didn't dislike her, he was just pretty neutral. She was one of the teachers whose reaction he couldn't predict in this situation. He hoped for the best, though.
For an instant Jay thought he might just get away with it, that she might not notice him standing in front of her. After all, it was gloomy and she didn't have her glasses. There was a possibility. The robe would blend in with the wall, and if he was really still, he might go unnoticed. But there was nothing he could do about his hair. His spiky brilliant orange hair. It would be a dead giveaway. But it was still possible her mind m,ight be on other things.
"And who'd that be?"
So much for that. In his mind, he cursed his stupid hair. Of course, he couldn't have brown or blond, it would have to be bright orange. Actually, normally he liked his hair color. It was different, unusual, and he could thank his mum for passing on that gene. But right now it wasn't helping him any. He knew he had to respond, but he really didn't want to. After a moment of hesitation he spoke.
"Jay Samara, ma'am."
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Desideria Tapia
Hogwarts Staff
LOA Hufflepuff Head of House Professor Potions
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Post by Desideria Tapia on Apr 16, 2009 22:47:20 GMT -5
When nothing but silence fell upon her ears, the older woman almost decided to ignore it, guessing a students was out of bed after hours and therefore doing their best to hide, or maybe she'd imagined the height of what she'd saw and it was really a tabby cat. For all she knew, without the aide to her vision, it could've been a feline. Standing exactly in one spot, she waited, barely turned giving just enough time for her robe to swish and nothing more, she heard the voice answer with a name.
Samara. Now, just which year was that particular student in... and for that matter, which house? Desideria had never been particularly known for remembering names, preferring terms of endearment as a way to get around calling out by name. But after all those papers she'd graded, could she possibly pull the name from the proper year, and perhaps house? Well, there was a start.
"And Mr. Samara, just what intentions do you have for being out past curfew?" He certainly wasn't a Prefect, or he wouldn't have tried to hide on her. Her voice was rough, a trait she'd maintained for too many years to count.
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Post by Jahan Samara on Apr 19, 2009 22:46:47 GMT -5
Jay's mind started racing to answer that one. It was a simple question, but answering it was proving a challenge. What could he say? If he told the truth, she probably wouldn't believe him. Then he could end up in trouble not only for breaking curfew but also for lying to the professor. That would be two offenses, double the trouble. Which couldn't be good. Of course, with no prior record, he could get off with a warning, or maybe Tapia would believe him. The latter didn't seem too likely.
His other option was to lie. A lie would be certain to get him into trouble, but he might not get into trouble for lying. Were he not thinking as hard as he could, Jay would have appreciated the irony there. Right now, the only lies he could come up with would involve confessing to willingly breaking curfew.
So those were his options: tell the truth and risk getting into trouble twice, or lie and admit to purposely breaking the rules. If he told the truth, there was a chance she'd believe him. It was a gamble, and Jay didn't usually bet. However, that would ensure that he didn't have to tell any more lies. If he started out lying, he'd probably have to keep doing it to cover it up.
Finally he made a decision. It was worth the chance that he'd escape trouble and be believed if he was honest. Like it or not, he was going to have to roll the dice. But he didn't even know what his odds were. Fifty-fifty, sixty-forty, seventy-thirty, he had no idea. But out came the dice.
"I don't know, ma'am. I just woke up here."
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Desideria Tapia
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Post by Desideria Tapia on May 1, 2009 22:51:39 GMT -5
[Sorry deary, I plum forgot to post -_-]
Rummaging through her mind as she waited for an answer, the woman couldn't quite recall where Samara should be located. The name sounded very familiar to the older woman, but where did it fit? He had to be one of her students, otherwise the name wouldn't make her memory banks, but... there was nothing there. Poor her, good for the lad though, unless she could actually remember his name throughout the night and mention it to colleague and they told her who he was, that was doubtful though, highly doubtful.
The silence wasn't promising, figuring he'd lie about why he was where he was. Either a young lady was involved, he'd fallen asleep where he did not belong, or he was sneaking around to some unknown place to her. The lad could be headed to or from anywhere in the castle, and this could be the first, or many times since he'd done the same.
"You..." she started, confusion wearing on her face. Did he really say what she thought, or was it possible her ears needed cleaning? "You awoke 'ere, you say?" Maybe the student wasn't lying, that was awfully far-fetched for a lie, and not a very good one at that. "Ha! Now that one is new!" she barked with laughter. Yes, he was trying to pull wool over her eyes, that was it! "Deary, now either you need to learn to lie convincingly, or you're telling me the truth. Let's see now, what could make you, I presume fall asleep elsewhere, and awake 'ere? Do you sleepwalk?"
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