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Post by Carlisle Zanetti on Dec 31, 2008 14:59:58 GMT -5
Carlisle hadn't even realized how hungry he was. It had been quite a slow day in the Hospital Wing, only having to deal with a headache or two and an upset stomach. He hadn't expected it to be as fast-paced and exciting as St. Mungo's but he hadn't expected it to be so quiet either. He remembered the numerous trips he'd taken to the hospital in his time at Hogwarts, but it seemed as though the prank playing and spell accidents had calmed since his time. Merlin, that made him feel old.
Carlisle took off his white coat, leaving it over the chair in the small office in the back of the hospital and headed for the door. He made his way down the first staircase, his eyes scanning around the familiar corridor. Walking through the school again was a nostalgic experience, to say the least. He had loved it when he was here before and it was great to be back. Carlisle smiled slightly, his hands casually resting in his pockets and he walked down the last set of stairs. The halls were quiet, which struck him as odd, considering it was just around dinner time. The half-Veela just shrugged and made his way to the Great Hall.
As he entered the room, the familiar buzz of voices met his ears. Carlisle crossed the room, walking through the house tables up to the front. When he reached the staff table, he noticed a woman sitting on her own near the end of the table. He moved around to the chairs, removed his sweater to put it on the back of the chair and took a seat next to the woman.
"Hi there," he greeted her, his smooth voice speaking softly, "I'm Carlisle."
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Post by Brittany Garland on Dec 31, 2008 16:03:02 GMT -5
It had been a relief to finally get out of the ghostly surroundings that the library held. What a shame it was that students seemed to completed neglect the place with all of it's knowledge. "Oh my Merlin, I'm becoming a real librarian," Brittany grimaced at how sickening the thought was. Librarian was not the forever plan, it was the temporary one. However, it seemed that her time was pretty much consumed with books and library errands. It was all so...boring. All that she had though at the time, was that so she made it interesting every chance that she got.
Mercifully, the time came around for dinner and she gladly found her self in the Great Hall filling her plate. Most of the students were all assembled by the time Brittany started eating, although she wasn't really paying them much attention. So it came as a surprise to hear a soft voice beside her say hello and introduce himself. Turning towards what had been an empty chair just minutes before, she saw a startling handsome man looking at her. "Woah." He was prettier than she was, with his silvery blonde hair and fair skin. It took her a moment longer than it should have to respond.
"Hello, my name is Brittany." She heard her self saying and continued on in an effort to make up for gazing so deeply before, "New to the Hogwarts staff?"
Brittany smiled kindly at the older man as he settled into his seat. She had heard that there had been two new positions filled but she hadn't paid attention to which ones they were. Brittany had been doing little errands the past few days for various professors when the bulletin was posted. She had concluded that since it didn't directly concern her that it wasn't urgent to read. What a stupid conclusion it seemed to be now.
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Post by Carlisle Zanetti on Dec 31, 2008 16:33:47 GMT -5
Carlisle smirked at the woman and her reaction, feeling a little victorious. It was always nice to get that reaction and the way the woman stared was particularly amusing.
"New to the staff, yes. New to the place, not so much," the man replied in a playful tone. He turned to the table and proceeded to fill up his plate with the array of food across the table. Carlisle watched her out of the corner of his eyes, noticing now that she was actually rather gorgeous. That sly smirk seemed to work its way back onto Carlisle's lips.
"It's a pleasure to meet you," he told her truthfully, turning to look at her as he spoke, "And what is it that you do, Brittany? You seem awfully young to be cooped up in this old place as a professor."
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Post by Brittany Garland on Dec 31, 2008 17:03:45 GMT -5
As he released her from his eyes, Brittany seized the opportunity to rearrange her face. She felt completely brain-missing at her oogling hello. So in an effort to not make her self look like a complete fool, she tried to occupy her self while he was fixing his plate. Taking a bite of biscuit, then raising her gauntlet to her lips, setting it down carefully in it's spot. At his answer she resisted looking up to study his face more and just nodded along guessing that he would probably add something on. With his answer she could very well assume that he had attended Hogwarts at some point in time. Obviously he was a bit older than her, especially if he was calling her young.
Carlisle's question interupted her random thoughts and she replied, "Nope, haven't tried my hand at teaching....yet." Brittany had once wanted to become a professor when she had attended Hogwarts, but hadn't actually thought about it in a while. She guessed that it would be sometime before she was actually qualified to be one.
"The job that I have though, isn't exactly one that you would picture a young person doing either," Brittany paused then continued with, "Don't laugh, but I'm actually the librarian." A smile lit up her face at the pure irony of it all.
As she talked, she had raised her face back towards his. This time she had prepared herself and it wasn't as bad of a shock as the last time. Almost.
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Post by Carlisle Zanetti on Jan 1, 2009 0:15:38 GMT -5
Carlisle grinned at Brittany as she answered him with her occupation. He wouldn't ever laugh at that, considering he was such a big fan of books.
"I happen to be a rather big fan of reading," he confessed aloud to the woman. He continued to smile at her as he set his plate in front of him.
"Now its your turn to not laugh,I'm actually the new head nurse here," he told her, even though she hadn't asked; he assumed the question was coming eventually, "Although I must admit, it's a wee bit slower than the pace of St. Mungo's or my practice." Carlisle only mentioned the practice in passing, not thinking anything of it, to be honest.
"You want to try teaching?" he asked quickly, noticing the "yet" she had mentioned.
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Post by Brittany Garland on Jan 1, 2009 3:31:38 GMT -5
"Afraid the only excitement you might get in the Hospital Wing is probably when a quidditch match occurs." Brittany supplied, wincing at the memory at her own injuries during her time as a chaser.
She did not laugh at all at the position that he held. Although, she briefly wondered about why he had not stayed at St. Mungo's or continued on with his practice. It was odd to concede to such a miniscule job of a Hogwarts nurse compared to such elite jobs such as those. Obviously he didn't care to pursue the whole point further because he seemed to change the subject quickly. However, she couldn't blame him since she had quit the Daily Prophet. Sure it might not have been for the same reasons, but she felt that it was a trivial matter.
Sighing at the thought of her self becoming a professor she explained, "I have always wanted to teach and was pretty set on it while I was attending Hogwarts. But I like my options. I want to explore other areas and do other things before I settle into a truly permanent position."
It wasn't exactly a practice reasoning, but it was hers all the same. Most people simply did one job, stretching it for two, throughout their entire lives. Brittany wanted to see what all she had the potential to be. It was intriguing, trying various positions. Even though she knew that it would most likely all lead back to writing in some way, she just wanted to be sure it was what she truly wanted to do. After all, you only live once.
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Post by Carlisle Zanetti on Jan 1, 2009 12:57:54 GMT -5
"Oh yes, of course," Carlisle nodded in agreement with a slight smile, "Always plenty of injuries following a Quidditch match." He had never really played Quidditch during school; Carlisle was more of a stay-in-the-crowd-and-scream kind of guy. It was becoming a little painful as he reminisced; every time he thought of "back in his day", it made Carlisle feel even older. He hated feeling old and it was making him a little pouty, so he started to eat instead of remember.
Carlisle hadn't even meant to do it, but it just started to come out before he even had the chance to think about it.
"Well, I don't mean to sound like a sales pitch, but if you're ever interested in Healing, I'm sure I could hook you up with someone," he offered with a playful wink, "I know people. Actually, I know people in almost any field you could think of. What interests you the most?" It couldn't hurt to give her a hand if she needed it. Carlisle did have connections, mainly because of his family and he hoped he wasn't being too forward about it.
"I apologize if I seem forward," he said aloud, repeating his thought, "But if you ever need a hand, I'm sure I can help you out." Carlisle flashed her a smile before he turned back to his dinner.
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Post by Brittany Garland on Jan 2, 2009 1:22:55 GMT -5
Brittany had to blink a couple of times after Carlisle smiled at her. What was with that? It was...awkward? No that wasn't the right word. More like unnatural. She nibbled on a few things here and there while he spoke. To be honest, she had never actually considered going into Healing. She had to admit, it would be a challenge. Dealing with people would never be a problem but taking care of them. Putting a life in her hands. Brittany repressed a shudder from running through her. Of course, not all Healers dealt with life or death situations but you had to be able to handle one if something was to come up. Once again she drew back to the thought that it would definitely be a challenge.
"I love to write," Brittany decided to answer his first question. "I'm not too shabby at coming up with little charms here and there. I used to work for the Daily Prophet, but that didn't last long."
A chuckle escaped her lips as she reminisced on her few articles that she had written. Although she was told she could have her position back anytime she wanted, the newspaper was a tough one to handle. Especially when you were on the low end of the totum pole. Her thoughts had wondered back to the Healing profession after he mentioned his connections. However, they were interrupted when he apologized. Quickly she supplied, "No, that is very generous of you actually. Tempting even. But I'm not so sure on the whole thought of another person's life in my hands. Is that not scary to you?"
Brittany looked up to the man as she asked her question. She had always thought of the question, but never asked a person in the actual profession. Since he seemed to have a good amount of experience under his belt, she figured that he could give an informed answer.
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Post by Carlisle Zanetti on Jan 2, 2009 12:16:06 GMT -5
Carlisle was interested in why the writing hadn't panned out for Brittany, but she quickly asked about Healing and that changed his course of thought. He smiled again, loving when he got a chance to talk about Healing. It really was Carlisle's passion and he was always glad to tell anyone who asked about it.
"I've never really thought of it as scary," Carlisle admitted, "At least, not after my first trauma. After your first, everything else seems less scary." The half-Veela man thought for a moment, remembering the first big case he'd been put on just after he finished training; an unliftable jinx had rolled in and that had been quite a sight to see.
"I've always loved to help people," Carlisle continued, setting his utensils down and taking a sip of his pumpkin juice, "So when I got into it, it just seemed natural, really. And I've experienced wizard and Muggle traumas, so nothing is too much of a shock anymore." He chuckled softly, thinking of all the strange things he'd seen in the clinic. They were mostly Muggle traumas there, considering wizarding folk were generally smart enough to go to St. Mungo's when they had a magical ailment like legs for arms instead of the clinic where Muggles were bound to be.
"What happened to the Daily Prophet job?" he asked curiously.
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Post by Brittany Garland on Jan 2, 2009 16:01:27 GMT -5
Brittany listened to his answer and knew she probably would never get over it. If she thought it was scary now, it wasn't likely that everything would be a-okay when she actually had a patient in front of her. Some people were cut out for certain things and some weren't. That's what made the world go round. The way he spoke about his profession, with such conviction, was so nice. Anyone could see that Carlisle loved what he did. That was definitely what she wanted, but just didn't know what it would be yet.
"I loved the writing aspect of it, talking to people, finding a good story. But after a while, things started to repeat themselves. I kept getting assigned to reporting random stories that had nothing behind them. I liked the idea of being a journalist, with investigating, sneaking around, living on the dangerous side." Brittany laughed at herself. Then sighed, "In the end I just decided that it wasn't what I really wanted to do."
It had been fun while it had lasted but when the fun stopped, her interest stopped. Which made her conclude that it probably wasn't the right thing for her. But it had been a great experience and was even interesting at times. Knowing the news ahead of time.
"What was it that brought you to Hogwarts?" Brittany asked, considering it safe.
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Post by Carlisle Zanetti on Jan 2, 2009 17:22:23 GMT -5
Carlisle listened intently to what Brittany had to say about the newspaper. He could understand how it would get boring when it became repetitive and that was one of the things he'd loved about the hospital. There was usually something new to deal with every day.
"Well, you could always try just writing your own thing," Carlisle suggested, "Maybe submit it to a different newspaper...or if you're feeling really ambitious, start your own." He flashed a smile at her and chuckled softly. It wasn't a bad idea to start something of your own; speaking from experience, Carlisle knew it possible to succeed if you set your mind to it.
"Well actually, I used to attend Hogwarts," he informed Brittany, "And I actually went to school with Tamis so when I found out she was looking for someone to run the Hospital Wing, I couldn't resist."
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Post by Brittany Garland on Jan 2, 2009 17:46:17 GMT -5
Brittany resisted the urge to making teasing noises at him. Instead she settled for giggling a bit after his last remark of not being able to resist. She had always loved the woman and the class that she taught because their was always something interesting that the class would do. Not to mention, she was almost too nice. Having attended school when Raynor was just a professor, she had seen the woman go through some times. It was a bit sad, her whole story. Of course, she only knew the jest of it, the facts.
"Ahhh, I love Ms. Raynor." Brittany commented, still not exactly comfortable with calling her by her first name.
Quickly she did the math and placed him around thirty-two, give or take a few years. Since he attended Hogwarts with Raynor then he must be around the same age as her. It was difficult to tell that he was so much older than she was just looking at him. Brittany just waved it off as genetically lucky and found herself praying that she would age just as well.
"So have you seen her yet?" Brittany couldn't help but ask curiously. She was barely ever available these days, always dealing with some media catastrophe or rushing off to deal with the ministry. It was getting pretty ridiculous, the amount of trouble that she was having to go through. Brittany admired her for sticking up for the school like she did, anyone with eyes could see that she dedicated everything she had towards Hogwarts well-being.
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Post by Carlisle Zanetti on Jan 11, 2009 21:11:39 GMT -5
"I haven't, actually," Carlisle confessed, "But apparently I've got an appointment this week." He chuckled softly, finding it amusing that he had to make an appointment to see a close friend. Carlisle took another forkful of food, chewing slowly and washing it down with a swig of his pumpkin juice. He hadn't realized how hungry he was, but he didn't want to be rude and eat while he was talking.
"What house were you in while you attending Hogwarts?" he asked curiously, "This is a very important question, it could change the entire course of our relationship." Carlisle winked at Brittany and chuckled softly to show he was only kidding. Carlisle didn't think the house rivals were as intense now as they had been when he attended Hogwarts, but he wasn't sure. Still, it would make little difference to Carlisle where she had been placed in school. She seemed like a nice enough person.
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Post by Brittany Garland on Jan 12, 2009 0:36:41 GMT -5
Brittany had taken the opportunity to clear a good portion of her plate. As he mentioned having an appointment to speak with Raynor she noted Carlisle's laugh at the end of his comment. She couldn't understand what was funny about an appointment but shrugged it off as something random. Politely, she looked up as he spoke once more and asked about her house. For a moment she thought about how her exact response might make him react but quickly forgot it and decided to just go with it.
"Well, then you might not like me for very much longer." Brittany warned with a laugh, remembering the noted discontent between Gryffindors and, not just Slytherins, but quite a few members of the other houses. "I was a Gryffindor, hard-headed and proud through and through."
"Still pretty much am," Brittany thought with entertainment. She wasn't worried over how Carlisle would react to her answer because he had only meant his comment teasingly. She was, however, trying to mentally figure out what house he might have been placed in. She recalled that Raynor was a Ravenclaw, if memory served her correctly. He was smart and, at times, sarcastic with a playful air about him. She had him pegged for a Ravenclaw as well and was wholly decided on it. If she was wrong, she had no idea what house he might have been in.
"And you, Doctor?" Brittany asked, laughingly adding on the title.
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Post by Carlisle Zanetti on Jan 12, 2009 7:05:55 GMT -5
Carlisle had to laugh as she called him doctor, a flood of memories returning at the word. He'd heard his fair share of nicknames that followed 'Doctor', mostly from the women patients he had, but he decided it was best to not divulge all that to Brittany. Instead, he took a swig of his drink to give his mouth something to do.
"Oh I've never had a problem with a Lion," Carlisle retorted with a smirk, "Or a Lioness, for that matter. I was in Hufflepuff." He said it proudly, the smirk growing on his lips. He had always been proud of his house, even though they tended to fly just under the radar. That was one of the many benefits of being in that house; people were never sure what to expect from a Hufflepuff. They'd had their fair share of crazies and geniuses, but a Hufflepuff wasn't easy to peg. Carlisle seemed to fit that description quite easily.
"Is there still the kind of house rivals where Gryffindors and Slytherins don't even speak to each other? he questioned, genuinely curious, "I remember when the tensions between the two were suffocating, if in the same room."
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