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Post by Apronia Silvanus on Jun 4, 2006 19:52:25 GMT
Apronia sat moodily in an armchair, the smooth whisky in her snifter soothing her ruffled composure. She sipped again, feeling her hackles come down and relax. These children! she thought indignantly.
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Post by professorsnape on Jun 7, 2006 23:57:07 GMT
Professor Snape slid into the Staff Room stealthily, flashing back to the days of sharing snifters with Minerva, of Albus's incessant offers of lemon drops. It was truly unsettling to be back at Hogwarts after a century of travel and odd research positions. Hogwarts was home, and he breathed in the cool air of the castle with a nostalgic sniff.
He heard a clink from one of the fire-facing armchairs and stalked slightly to a position where he could see the short, dark-haired woman staring moodily into the flames. Italian he thought to himself. He examined her, rough clothes and the amber whisky, the thick calluses just barely visible at this distance and the corded muscles suggesting she was a rough woman. He cleared his throat, swooping towards her dramatically.
"Good day, madam. I am Professor Severus Snape, Ancient Runes Professor."
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Post by Apronia Silvanus on Jun 8, 2006 22:48:55 GMT
Apronia almost dropped her whisky. "Bonjourno, Professore!" she said, just a tad too loudly in her startlement. "I am Dr. Silvanus, the Gamekeeper. Would you care to share a snifter with me?"
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Post by professorsnape on Jun 10, 2006 9:59:01 GMT
Nodding his assent, Professor Snape took a seat in the other armchair, still studying her curiously as she poured. "Dr. Silvanus," he mused. "I seem to recall an article, oh 6 years ago, concerning a Dr. Silvanus' magical hybrids and their effects in certain potions."
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Post by Apronia Silvanus on Jun 11, 2006 23:22:39 GMT
Apronia blushed slightly, passing him his glass. "Ehm, yes, that was my dissertation."
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Post by professorsnape on Jun 12, 2006 1:44:42 GMT
"A very interesting magical premise." he mused. "I believe you focused upon fruit flies?" he sipped the whisky appreciatively. "As I recall, your modified invertebrates caused many a spectacular explosion until Tibias Fibular, a Danish Potions Master, discovered that they reacted quite badly with powdered moonstone. Something to do with the moonstone's purity becoming upset with the hybrid nature of the flies, was it not?"
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Post by Apronia Silvanus on Jun 12, 2006 2:01:18 GMT
Apronia snorted. "Tibias Fibular needs to study some Muggle chemistry. Correct reaction, completely invalid reasoning. The problem actually is the crystaline structure of even crushed particles of moonstone. The lamellar intergrowths actually capture fragments of magic clinging to the drosophila particles and it bounces and gains strength from this reflection until it becomes powerful enough to shatter the particles and cause a larger explosion in the cauldron at large." She took a careful sip, rolled it over her tongue before adding, "Completely unforeseen and rather spectacular. I find that taking the pure elements that form moonstone and adding them separately in powdered form suffices for the less delicate potions."
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Post by professorsnape on Jun 12, 2006 2:09:36 GMT
Severus fought the urge to award her Housepoints. "Correct." he said instead, tipping his whisky in her direction. "So you are a Potions scholar as well?"
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Post by Apronia Silvanus on Jun 13, 2006 1:56:40 GMT
Apronia's mouth dropped open. "Che..!" she cut off the expletive before it could exit her lips. "I see. And if I had answered affirmatively, I suppose you would have counted me an idiot as well?"
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Post by alfred on Jun 13, 2006 14:16:40 GMT
Peabody floated through walls aimlessly, until he reached the staff room and saw two people conversing, he flew in laughing crazily trying to scare them, but he tripped on his ghostly robes and fell head over heels to land in a heap on the floor! Seeing who one of them was, he quickly changed what he was about to say, and uttered a greeting of
"good day profs"
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Post by Apronia Silvanus on Jun 20, 2006 21:15:08 GMT
(Peabody, please learn to use commas and periods. thank you.)
Apronia started slightly, and her eyes narrowed at the ghost. "Get away!" she shrieked and threw her whisky at him. It shattered against the far wall and she pulled out her wand.
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Post by alfred on Jun 21, 2006 10:55:47 GMT
(ooc. a thousand apologies! do keep scolding me as I know you will!)
Peabody was slightly taken aback, he knew teachers were grumpy, but this bad! All he'd done was flown in, he just couldn't see the harm in it. Then he saw one reach for her wand, and thought he'd better try and smooth things over, "I'm sorry profs fer disturbin ye! no need te be hasty though" he said getting a little scared of this woman who thought she could just pull her wand out willy nilly.
(ooc. by the way Peabody has an accent so don't scold me for the errors! I'm just trying to keep in character!)
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Post by professorsnape on Jul 2, 2006 19:53:03 GMT
Severus's eyes narrowed slightly. Dr. Silvanus was trembling minutely and attempting to hide behind her chair as she tossed spells through the transparent man.
He gripped her shoulders with long slim fingers. "Dr. Silvanus, are you all right?"
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Post by Apronia Silvanus on Jul 2, 2006 20:09:25 GMT
Professor Snape's words were far away, as if heard through water. Nonsensical sounds that failed to reach through her terror.
"Petrificus Totalis! Desanimus! Disparecus!" with each ineffectually whizzing spell, her voice grew more desperate, more like a sob.
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Post by professorsnape on Jul 3, 2006 3:22:02 GMT
Severus shook her sharply, forcing her to look at him.
"Dr. Silvanus! Apronia! Will you please desist and calm yourself? What has come over you?" his tone was rude and harsh, intended to sting her out of whatever fear gripped her.
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