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Post by viola on Jan 3, 2008 18:51:22 GMT -5
March 27, 2008 9:38amAnnemarie sat in her office with the door open as she usually did while she worked. She wanted to be avalible to her students as much as possible, and or any professors that happened to stop by for a chat. Since she had spoken with the co-referee, Mr. Jedynak, she had begun to think about how varied the definition of respect really was. Though both of them clearly didn’t like each other, he had shown her a respect as a professor and college. She figured that he had to do that many times with players on the quidditch field he didn’t think had any quality to them. Next time she saw him, she’d made a note to ask him about it. However, she hoped their next meeting would be far from that moment. They had made an agreement to continue to show the respect that each other deserved to have as people, but both had found that neither one of them liked each other. Annemarie didn’t see any reason to, with up front knowing that she was yet again being judged based on her blood type. And then, between advising the young Miss Hjort with the paper, and then her new position as Head of House for Slytherin, Annemarie found that she was a bit busier than normal. She liked it better that way. There was less time to dwell on the issues she had with the school thus far, and more things to work on to occupy her time with. However, that didn’t mean she wanted to hide away in her office where no one could seek the help from her they may have found they needed. She was always open to talk to the students… …no matter who they were, or their different outlooks on what life, respect, and tolerance really were. ((This thread is closed. Thank you. ))
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Jan 11, 2008 17:50:18 GMT -5
Far from that moment, it would not be, for Alfonz Jedynak was in to surprise van Aller with a visit. Why, one may ask? Well, Alfonz had found her use...especially, with the fact that she was now Head of the house that was primarily known for it's pure bloods with bite. Or so the rumors said any ways. Alfonz knew that there were those exceptions to it; he scoffed every time he heard that van Aller was in the house in her youth. What was the world coming to?
And yet, this worked out perfectly for the favor that Alfonz needed from her. Just a name. It was a name of someone whom could help point out all the harsh truths of a particular pair befriending Celina and infecting her mind with foolish hopes and lies. Ingenious? Alfonz didn’t want to get his ego too boosted. Nothing was actually set yet.
Walking by the office of the Muggle Studies Professor he was fortunate enough to find the office already opened and everything. What luck? Maybe, everything would actual follow through this time.
A cocky grin crossed the young man’s features as he leaned up against the door frame of the open door, looking at Professor van Aller and making no noise. For a moment he stood there, wondering how she’d take to seeing him again. Probably not badly, for her image was at stake as always, but he was sure she wouldn’t be too pleased. After a few more moments he cleared his throat to announce his presense.
“Am I disturbing you if I come in for a chat?” he asked her, smug as can be.
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Post by viola on Jan 12, 2008 18:31:07 GMT -5
And the day got worse as the man she didn’t want to show up, did. Did it figure? Yes. Why? Because she was busy, and really didn’t want to see Mr. Jedynak at her doorway as he asked her for passage into her abode.
She looked up just barely and sighed from her desk as she smiled politely and gestured toward the seat in front of her desk. “Of course, Mr. Jedynak. What a pleasure it is to see you again…please take a seat.” It was like nails on a chalk board and all Annemarie wanted to really ask him was what in God’s great name could he have wanted. Somehow, Annemarie didn’t think he’d be visiting her for any other reason.
“So, how may I help you this fine morning?” she asked of him, wondering what already she had that he could possibly want from her.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Jan 12, 2008 18:42:58 GMT -5
His smug attitude was met with the polite one from the muggle born, muggle studies teacher and Alfonz couldn’t help but smirk wondering how much it really took to piss her off. Lately, he’d been pretty good. He was nice to all of the students he encountered…well, as nice as he could have been, he was respectful to the professors and even the house elves. But Alfonz was growing tired of people, and that was exactly the reason he didn’t like to hang around them much. All the cheeriness, and the wanting to help each other really got on Alfonz’s individualistic nerves.
Was it really so bad that he didn’t like to help people or like to interact with them?
The smirk on his face, only widened as he entered the office only somewhat shutting the door behind him as he walked. He didn’t want to close it all the way, for making the woman uncomfortable, he doubted, wouldn’t really get anything accomplished that he hoped would be. “It is a pleasure, isn’t it?” again his words were dripped with sarcasm as he knew she wanted to see him just as little as he wanted to see her.
“Ah, such a to the point person you are, Ms. van Aller. And not to mention, it seems you know me so well…” Alfonz paused, not taking the seat that she offered, but yet sitting on a corner of the woman’s desk, pushing back small items that would have gotten in his way as he did so.
“So, I hear you’ve gotten Head of House of Slytherin?” Alfonz said, looking over his shoulder at the woman, changing his position so that he sat sideways rather than with his back to her.
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Post by viola on Jan 14, 2008 13:46:06 GMT -5
Annemarie watched Alfonz Jedynak enter slowly but surely, not taking the seat she offered. Instantly, her temper flared as he took to her desk for his sitting pleasure. How dare he sit where he was only proving that he truly had no respect for her or her belongings. Standing up, slapping her hands down on her desk she glared at him with a look that could kill.
“I advice you highly, to remove yourself from my desk and take the seat that I have offered!” Every word filled with venom toward the younger man she dared not take her eyes off of. “Now…sit” she hissed, pointing at the seat she was first offering.
Sitting down slowly, she tried to calm herself. There was only a few minutes of her time she would spare for the man, and she wasn’t going to take them lightly. “And what does my position hold any reason for your visit, this day, Mr. Jedynak?” she asked him, about to jump on the issue if he intended on using her for anything immoral. They’re agreement had been clear. She would not help him for anything that was not appropriate, respectful or otherwise. This meeting would be short. Annemarie would make sure of that.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Jan 14, 2008 13:53:08 GMT -5
As the woman rose her voice to him, Alfonz merely got off the desk and gave her a look of indifference. “As you wish, Ms van Aller.” He didn’t care where he sat, but wasn’t about to ruin everything he was planning just because the woman went into a conniption fit because he sat on the edge of her desk. It wasn’t like he had actually hurt anything.
Alfonz took his seat before van Aller sat back down in her own and he folded hands together, resting his elbows on the arms of the chair, and then crossed his legs. Oh, yes, the Head of House would surely be of some help. Alfonz remembered the agreement quite well and he did hope that there was someone she knew of that could help him find respect for his younger sibling.
“I’ve heard a lot of good things about that house, is all…” Alfonz started shrugging his shoulders as if he really didn’t care. “I’m looking for a person to help me with an issue a younger sibling of mine is having. You see, those she has befriended…can’t seem to be giving her any of the respect she rightfully deserves as a human being.” Alfonz nodded his head, and looked at a loss. Most of it was an act, for he wasn’t at a loss for the plan he was cooking up, but all the same he had to sell his story.
“I was just wondering if you knew of anyone who could help me…”
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Post by viola on Jan 14, 2008 14:08:17 GMT -5
He had heard about her house? Just that alone made her want to make the man leave. Heard? He meant the rumors about the house were swirling in his brain and Annemarie knew that that would make any die-hard pureblood want to take a look. How sickening that even after all of these years, that was what her house was still known for. She spit on those horrible accusations.
“Heard? I’m sure all you’ve heard, Mr. Jedynak, have been made up lies and horrible exaggerations about the house. There’s nothing about Slytherin that is any different from any house other than the fact that we set out and achieve whatever we want from out lives.”
He continued. Jedynak was looking for someone to help him teach others respect? Again, not something her house was truly known for. Even she had had to learn it as she had gotten along with her own life. She was unsure of what the young man was getting at, but an idea was starting to form in her head that disgusted her even more than the rumors wandering about what her house was.
“Are you trying to ask of me, a pureblood? A pure wizard whom you can…what?…give to your sister? I am not understanding the purpose of what you ask. If you’re sister is having problems with her friends, maybe she should go to her head of house herself.”
After everything was said and done, Annemarie shook her head. Sure, she was well aware of the students in her house by name and states, and even the newest members she had taken great care to know at least by name, but she wasn’t about to give any of them over to this man so that he could use them against his sister’s friends. It didn’t make sense, and she knew that was highly against the agreement she had made.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Jan 14, 2008 14:18:16 GMT -5
“Or witch…the gender really isn’t a concern as long as their witty, and one step ahead in their game when it comes to the intelligence of….oh, lets say a Ravenclaw Prefect…” Alfonz shrugged mockingly, his face having an indifferent sort of look again. Alfonz wasn’t worried about Celina’s Gryffindor friend. Even he could run circles around her mind all night long while they ate dinner, but Drew was older and a bit more well educated. Not to mention, they already had had a meeting, so Alfonz knew that the boy at least had a bit of wit. Not much…but a bit.
Van Aller didn’t look amused though as she kept talking. So, this was going to be a bit more difficult than he had anticipated. Alfonz sighed. “No…no…no, Ms van Aller. I’m completely doing this with the best of intentions for my sister. You see, she’s very shy and her birthday is coming up. I just wanted to introduce her to someone who would be good for her. That is all I’m saying…” his bluff was being called and he knew it.
But then, after everything he said, Alfonz was referred to Celina’s head of house….or rather, she was referred to her head of house, and Alfonz was left sitting in the chair, trying to come up with some way to make van Aller help him. That figured…and just when he was so close to making one of his plans actually work out. Alfonz stood up, readying himself to leave. “Well, if anyone does come to mind….”
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Post by Damian Piper on Jan 14, 2008 22:30:09 GMT -5
Those. God. Bloody. Runts. Would. Pay.
To be cunning, devious, sly and even invisible would all be admirable qualities at Durmstrang, to posess and be able to use even one of them effectively would get you some amount of respect. Damian hadn't expected to face such here, and certainly not from eleven year old children. Four sets of standard black dress robes, GONE and then returned in various... demonic...fashions. One was pink, another was covered in owl droppings and the remaining two looked like they'd been used for Diffendo practice. And now a FIFTH set was missing. It was simply intollerable, how the hell was he expected to go and tolerate immesnely boring classes while allowing his things to be ransacked and mutilated during his absense?!
Ugh. Children. Worthless cowards who couldn't (and probably wouldn't) even admit to their doings and while yes revenge would be enacted if they did was that not part of the game, part of SLYTHERIN? Even the score and enact appropriate revenge if defiled? What he hated worse was the course of action he was now left to follow. Their Head of House, while a strict, high horsed and otherwise respectable woman, was the Muggle Studies Profesor. It was such a demeaning insult that couldn't be romoved...alot like the stubborn pimple on that one fifth year girl who wouldn't look all too bad if she could get rid of it...
No matter. This had to be resolved one way or the other, and there was no way he was owling ihs father every week for new robes. The gallant man would think Damian was soiling himself! Social interaction. Pah. The only social interaction he'd had so far was the personal glory of having become a rival to twenty-three percent of the school in under two weeks simply because there was nothing better to do but torment people. If this was the price to be paid for his own high-cost amusement then so be it. They hadn't drawn..well, no not true, they had drawn blood twice already but did scratches really count?
Tap. Shuffle. Tap. Shuffle.
There was a dull click as the boy stalked up the corridor, sickening garments in a rough and dragging tow. When he arrived at the office he found the door to be closed, and where his manners politeness told him to knock, his anger made him simply turn the knob and pull...hard... Calm...complacent...irritated...
"This" He began, tossing the robes to the floor in front of him and ignoring the other standing male in the room. "Needs to cease before certain children suddenly relearn how to sod themselves..." Was he pissed? Quite so. Would he make them learn to re-soil the bed? Probably. Did he care what this woman had to say on such a threat? Not at all...
But at least he could say he used the proper channels before doing anything else and that his ass was respectively covered.
Revenge would be sweet, swift, and come tonight.
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Post by viola on Jan 15, 2008 14:08:06 GMT -5
Well, if anyone does come to mind…
Before she could answer with a respectful, ‘no one’, an explosion of anger and turmoil from one of the newest members of her house blew through the door. Annemarie instantly stood from behind her desk as the boy bellowed and yelled at her and she would hear none of his nonsense.
What a show to be put forth by one of her snakes in front of such a horrid man such as Alfonz Jedynak. Surely, he would now think of her as not able to control her house, and it was probably a safe guess for her to make that it would be probably be because of her blood type. Instantly the woman lost her temper.
“MR. PIPER!” she crossed her arms and glared at the boy directly in his eyes. “You WILL walk back out of here this instant” she hissed deeply, her fury ranging. “And you WILL try that again, for if you don’t….not only will I send you to the Head Mistress herself, but I am sure we will not find a solution to your problem and your parents WILL find out how your behavior is lacking….” She pointed with one of her thin fingers toward the doorway and didn’t break her glare from the boy.
“I…said….OUT!”
There were to be no arguments, or no discussions with the lad until he complied. Annemarie wasn’t one for threats, and even less of a sport for bluffs. She’d extinguish them before they even took a flame, and wasn’t afraid to do it with or without the Head Mistress’ approval. There were things that just needed to be taken care of as soon as they became evidently a problem.
She waited, and continued to look at her charge.
Alfonz Jedynak, completely forgotten; her blind fury and frustration with the disrespect she was constantly being shown from her house. This would end…no matter what she had to do in order to get it to do so.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Jan 15, 2008 14:21:02 GMT -5
What a display…what a display indeed.
A boy, whom obviously was offended in some way, busted into the Professor’s office demanding her to help him. And that was a nice description of what Alfonz was subject to witness, as he turned around and backed out of the range of glares and yells. He leaned against a wall to witness the events.
It wasn’t a long duration of what happened. The boy came in, one whom van Aller referenced as a Mr. Piper, yelled at her and it wasn’t hard to see that she had been completely taken off guard. She grew a set of…whatever she needed to have some gull, and told the boy where to put it. For once since he had met the woman, Alfonz actually was incredibly impressed. From the crying woman she was, to the pissed of temptress? If she was younger…pure…actually, no. The thought gagged him.
She told him to retrace his steps and Alfonz smirked hoping from the boy a witty response back. He was obviously untrained in how to get anything one wanted, especially from women, but if he was witty…
Now Alfonz’s interest was peaked. Another question for the woman would be to be who the boy was and what his stats were. If anything, he could be the kid that Alfonz was looking for, but then again, he seemed a bit too irrational for the job he had set up. It was probably that just irrational behavior that would get him another big failure on top of his many. No, Alfonz wasn’t sure about this kid. Didn’t seem like he had a bit of tact with him at all…
…and it definitely wouldn’t serve Alfonz to get another like Rolen….
Maybe Slytherin, wasn’t the house he was looking to find someone in. What a shame that was…for he only had a few days left before the first of April, and Alfonz knew…he was running out of time.
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Post by Damian Piper on Jan 15, 2008 19:45:18 GMT -5
“MR. PIPER! You WILL walk back out of here this instant and you WILL try that again, for if you don’t, not only will I send you to the Headmistress herself, but I am sure we will not find a solution to your problem and your parents WILL find out how your behavior is lacking… I…said….OUT!”
Tch. Strict, high horsed, respectable, indeed He'd forgotten to add 'complete nutter' to the list... Go out and try again? Bullocks to that! the boy thought. Did she become insane when disturbed without an appointment? Honestly, if she cared that much she should have closed her ruddy door... His green eyes flicked to the frame behind him before surveying the room and catching sight of other gentleman in the room. If he had somehow interrupted some romantic accomplishment of hers it was too ruddy bad, chances were already high that the four sets in front of him already totaled more than her salary for the month, and yet she was a figure bearing some authority... Quite the dillema...quite the dillema indeed...but he would have to pass. You see he was calmer now with the pent up rage released and a calm Damian would bring forth nothing but mockery and sarcasm in kind. He hated it here, and he would make sure that everyone knew it one way or another in the time that he resided within the corridors of Hogwarts. It was fact they could not expel him because of his father, but equal fact that if he were it would be Durmstrang to again become his home. Why not shoot for the cauldron so to speak?
"You place ettiquette before a problem, manners before a student's quarrels?" Damian countered flicking his eyes briefly toward the man once more before reaching down only just low wnough as to loosely grasp the robes by their respective hangers. "Perhaps the Headmistress is where I will easier find more reliable aid..." True it probably would be, but now he had to think of how to spin this story so he was not the source of the fault. And then perhaps not, did the robes not speak for themselves? Did their condition not excuse his anger by more than a small margin?
"My apologies for ruining you nap, or, whatever the devil it was...oh and as for my parents...I really don't think they'd care." The sixth year smirked. "You'd have to get ahold of them first anyway...try the Asiatic..."
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Post by viola on Jan 16, 2008 18:55:32 GMT -5
Annemarie just stared at the boy. Her temper still flared and her eyes still enraged she gave a slight snort at the boy’s retort. Go to the Head Mistress? With as much work as that woman had to do, and the people she had to deal with daily….and slight glance at Jedynak followed her thoughts…the Head Mistress would probably do less that what she was willing to do for the boy.
“Fine then, Piper…play your games else…” Oh…I’m sure there’s no need for that, a deep, calm but cold voice came from the side. Jedynak had spoke and his smirk only grew wider as it did so. Absolutely not! She wouldn’t allow him to interfere. “Mr. Jedynak, would you please LEA…” but again she was cut off as the man closed the distance between himself and the boy. He wouldn’t dare! Annemarie thought to herself, as all she could do was stand there, and hope that Mr. Piper was smart enough to heed her unsaid warnings.
The devil had found his target…why was it at that moment that Piper had to walk in? Annemarie looked at the rosary that was on her desk….and started to pray.
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Post by alfonztytusjedynak on Jan 16, 2008 19:01:01 GMT -5
At least he had some wit to him, and yet still no common sense. Alfonz watched as the Piper boy calmed down in order to snarl his own remarks back at the woman, all of which seemed to have some essence of what could be proved as truth, but at the same time was twisted incredibly. Excellent. Someone who could twist truths was exactly whom he was looking for…this kid would have to get a bit better to take on Hjort and Thornton, but Alfonz had no other options at this moment in time. Time was running out and it was time to finish all that needed done.
Fine then, Piper…play your game else…”
“Oh…I’m sure there’s no need for that,” Alfonz said, his voice was it’s usually tone; cold, calm, and collected. It was his thought process at work, and when he neared the boy, closing the distance between the two of them, he examined the ruined…were they frocks?…expensive robes and the material they were in. Again, his smirk widened as he realized what they were. “After all, can’t you see what these are, Miss van Aller? Or is your wardrobe limited to only muggle wear?” Alfonz gestured to his own robes, and scoffed at van Aller about hers. He shook his head.
Van Aller’s purple robes could be seen from kilometers away, and anyone could see that they were either hand-me-downs or second string. Whereas Alfonz never really examined her wear, for he already knew his was better, it was a great advantage to have over the woman. “Now, dear boy…” Alfonz looked back to the snake. “…are you saying you need help with your problem against those who did this? Because, I’d suggest a tougher lock on your trunk. Is there anything else?” Alfonz knew what he was doing. Pressing buttons.
Challenge….getting the kid to agree to belittling others…
Somehow, Alfonz almost knew this sounded too easy.
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Post by Damian Piper on Jan 20, 2008 14:46:28 GMT -5
A tougher lock on his trunk? He shouldn't HAVE to lock his trunk to begin with. Compared to Durmstrang this place was a shamble, a consolidation of annoying miscreants who would manage no more than the title of underling to his own higher position. He shouldn't have to lock his trunk against rabble, and yet was that not the exact same reason to do so - because they were rabble in the end...and just who was this man speaking to him anyway?
The Slytherin teen stopped. "Yes...I believe there is just one thing more." The boy didn't bother to turn to face him, the man wasn't worth his respect. He could talk tall, he could walk tall, and hell he literally was tall. But he wasn't on the same level as him...as his family...he was nothing more than a masquerade. If he were any more than that, he wouldn't be willingly associating himself with the bipolar-prissy-flake-nutter behind the desk that he was stuck calling his Head of House. Damian was forced to by authorital chain, there was a big difference between them.
"Just who the hell are[/] you?" He paused. "And why do you meddle in affairs which concern you not?" Oh there were other things he could have said, things much much worse than a simple condesending remark but with van Aller already bordering him a detention he didn't want to push his water diluded luck, well..not too much anyway.
Pushing buttons would always be fun, and if he could get this...matter...resolved int he process without much personal flak damage then all the more better for him. No?
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