(Corridors) Bumbling

[Prof. Jack Fagin]

Growing tired of tiresome trifles, such as marking endless essays and signing detention slips Fagin realised it really was all his own fault; the students did nothing particularly bad, only he himself generally delighted in punishing them with neverending streams of homework. The amount of work piled upon his students when he wasn't just shouting at them probably did them good, if they could survive his tirades and hand in work they'd get along well in the world he believed.

Doing it for their own good was mainly an excuse, he supposed governors might even like his methods if they got results; far stranger things had happened, but overall he just did it, he was following nobody's advice nor following in the footsteps of an idol, he just happened to act the way he did, for a reason unfathomable to all but himself, and perhaps a few of his cleverer colleagues.

So it was that as he grew wearisome of his work he donned his long green coat and placed upon his scraggily hair his moth eaten hat, perched delicately, sliding his slippy fingers into his favourite pair of fingerless gloves, he left his classroom and locked the door carefully behind him, placing the ancient key within the folds of his coat and patting his pockets once over. Strolling down the corridors he glowered at passing pupils as he stepped quickly to stretch his legs. Haruanging a huddle of second years, he threatened detention upon their "miserable guts" as he called them, which immediately brightened his own flagging spirits. Smiling he watched the group mutter amongst themselves as they quickly departed. Beginning to cheer already Fagin whistled a tune between his teeth as he headed ever upwards, just allowing his feet to take him skyward up the nearest tower.

Trotting up the spiral staircase he continued to whistle producing the vagueries of a tune on the spot.

A loud bang sounded its echoe reverberating around making Fagin jump a mile, clutching his heart he stumbled against the wall as a pair of young vagabounds flew past him with wands poised. Shrieking shrilly Fagin cringed as the pair darted past laughing loudly at what Fagin deemed a cruel trick. "Damn you," he roared after his voice settled back to its normal pitch; he'd feared the worst and so now slumped against the wall in relief, but what had Fagin feared so?

Stopping in the middle of the staircase he lowered himself to the floor, if any tripped over his legs it was their own fault he thought irritably, what was he to do? Put up a sign? Waiting a few moments to get his breath back he heard footsteps ascending the stairs, if it was those young vagabonds again then he'd give them hell, he'd just have to wait and see...

[Sarie Thimble]

Sarie had heard a loud chash and wondered what it was. She headed up the stairs hoping no one was hurt and she was ready to get the nurse if she was needed. She took the stairs two at a time when she noticed some one a few steps away it was a teacher and they did not look in a very good mood.

[Felicity Locke]

Felicity had just gotten back from her quidditch practice, and was currently bouncing up the stairs. She twirled her wand absently between her fingers, once again lost in thought.

Daydreaming happened to be a habit of Fay, when she was not in class of course. Her mind was left to wander to the unknown, as it so often did when she was bored and had nothing to do. And sometimes, on accident on course, she would trigger her charm while on these little daydream trips and some unfortunate boy would be caught in her veela charm. Hopefully it wouldn't happen again.

Felicity was busy humming to herself, and nobody else seemed to be around. Strange. Some students hurried past her down the stiars; they had come quite literally out of nowhere. Fay gave a little squeak as they passed and hurried up the stairs. But, her bad luck only continued. There seemed to be a pair of legs sticking out once she reached the top, and Fay toppled over them. In fright, she stretched out her arms and caught herself, her chest was heaving.

Fay turned quickly to see who she had tripped over, ready to give them an earful, and found it was a professor. Her eyes widened slightly and she moved to gather her books. "Sorry for the mess Professor."

[Prof. Jack Fagin]

(ooc I can have some fun with Felicity being half-veela, hope you don't mind, if so just give me a slap lol)

Biting his nails in irritation for being potentially heard, he was a man afterall and they always hated being shown up, or even worse thought of as womanly; at least Fagin kept with the dark age ideas. Casting an annoyed glance down the stairs he grimaced as a young pupil came into sight, luckily she had the forsight to hold back and not try skipping over his legs, he supposed he'd have to move them eventually, a colleague finding him blocking the stairs would think him mightily ridiculous, if they didn't think that already. Ignoring the girl for a moment just to see what she did, he failed to notice the next girl ascend the stairs; careering right over his outstretched legs.

"G'lord." He cried as she nearly landed head first on the stone flagons, luckily she managed to catch herself in time. "Watch it," he exlcaimed looking up at the girl, "some people are trying to lie down here." Seeing her scrambling about gathering together her belongings he found himself oddly wishing to aid her, what a strange sensation it was, wanting to help someone; nearly desperately. Stumbling to his feet he grabbed a book of hers, then handed it to her with a puzzled expression, when did he become gentlemanly all of a sudden? Perplexed his eyes narrowed at the girl, was this some sort of crafty, sly spell? He'd heard of love potions and the like, she wouldn't be so crazy as to use one on a teacher, well she obviously hadn't thought she'd bump into him first, what rotten luck.

His paranoi was clearly addling his brain as he glared at her, with a half-dazed and interested expression. "You're clearing it up, so don't matter to me a jot." He stated wondering what her game was, even though she was standing there innocently; almost too innocently, she had such quaint features, shaking himself roughly he shrugged his shoulders, not realising it had turned into a flexing of his shoulders, it seemed like his body was out of his own control, damned magic.
"Here where are you off to?" He demanded in his usual rough tone. He didn't realise he'd neglected to even glare at the other girl, somehow his eyes were drawn inexorably to the elder one; very strange.

[Sarie Thimble]

Sarie didn't recategorized the Ravenclaw that had come up from behind her. She thought the teacher was acting odd. He hadn't looked very happy till she had come. Sarie knew she shouldn't look in to other people's minds but maybe just a peek. She saw he really didn't know what he was doing or why he was reacting in this way. She looked at the girl she was very pretty that was true but she didn't know why it effect a teacher in that way.

[Felicity Locke]

((Heh, go ahead, lol, I don't really mind))

Felicity had almost gathered up all of her books. One came into her vision, and she glanced up. Seems the teacher was helping her. Fay stood and brushed off herself. She grinned at the teacher, accepting the book. "Thank you sir. Sorry for tripping over you, I wasn't watching."

Fay found it slightly strange that the teacher wanted to help her. From what she had heard from gossip and such, this man wasn't usually one to help. Well, maybe he had a change of heart...er...something.

Felicity's gaze flicked to the younger Gryffindor. "Oh sorry, I'm Felicity by the way. Felicity Locke. Fay for short if you want." She switched her gaze back to the teacher for a moment.

"I was actually on my way to the common room. I have a book calling my name at the moment." Another grin flashed across her face. Many of the stereotypes against the Ravenclaws were that they were bookworms. Fay wasn't so much a bookworm, she just was so engrossed in stories that she couldn't put them down. It had nothing to do with her house.

[Sarie Thimble]

"Sarie Thimble, go head I know whats its like not being able to put something down. Maybe we'll have some classes and we can get to talk then." She smiled she loved making friends it was the highlight of her life or lack there of any way.

[Prof. Jack Fagin]

Eyes flickering between the pair of students Fagin muttered "pay better attention from now on, young people never look where they're going, always in a rush too." Finishing his short old man's rant he folded his arms and glowered almost good naturedly at them both, people failed to realise that a constant glare was almost his way, sometimes he didn't even mean anything by it. At other times he wished you dead, it really was a fine line.

"Tripping get's you down don't you know," he joked having heard it himself a million times in his youth when he'd been a clumsy lad, it may have been a long time ago now, but he still remembered it well, he should probably take advice from his younger self and improve his attitude to others, that was unlikely though, he'd become sour and grown bitter with age, unfortunately.

"Locke and Thimble, I'll remember those names," he grumbled with a faint smile, he said it in a bantering tone too, something about them seemed to improve his humour, though he was still perplexed about it all, he was happy to run with the change of mood; for now. He'd have to investigate later.

Usually he'd have pounced upon the play of words with the calling book and called her a dunce for such a comment, but for some reason it just wasn't forthcoming; was he ill or something? Not dying? He'd been told people often had a change of heart on their death bed and even repented their sins. But going through his list would take weeks and he hadn't thought he'd react in such a way to his inevitable demise. So long as he didn't die a pauper he didn't much care, for some reason he wanted to have money even in death, maybe even leave it in a will to someone. But he'd not chosen any beneficaries yet. How such thoughts had begun flowing was beyond him, he rarely gave them a second thought and now such strangeness flooded him all at once; very peculiar.

"You can have a detention together if you want time to natter?" He asked half jokingly and half trying to gain his usual ferocity back, but he felt like a cub rather than the proud maned lion he usually was, roaring at any in his path. "You can keep reading the Muggle Studies set text, that should be your only bedside read," he offered with no bite whatsoever. "your bible even." The ferocity in his voice had fled completely, he really must have some serious disease to be acting so out of character, or was he finally remembering his youth?

[Bradyn Reed]

{ Barge in :D }

Bradyn was still garbed in his practice clothes when walked speedily down the halls toward the Ravenclaw common room, Fay had left a paper in the girl's locker room and he was voted to give it back to her right quick. Why their speedy little Seeker couldn't do it was beyond him. When he got to the staircase he saw a few people standing around. "Fay!" He called out to stall her from moving on and forcing him to run again.

When he reached the top of the stairs he stopped and when back down a few. Professor Fagin, no one scared him like he did. "Oh, good day Professor.." He said distractedly, forgetting his purpose as a delivery boy. For some reason, the professor seemed unusually out of character. He seemed happy, and utterly perplexed at what was going on. When Bray's feet led him closer to Fay without his consent, he realized what was going on. 'What on Earth is that girl doing.. to a teacher! And a detention-happy one at that.' He thought and fought against the power of the veela which he had grown more and more used to as he got to know Fay.

[Felicity Locke]

(( Yay Bray! Lol))

Felicity chuckled slightly at the Professor's comment. "I'll pass on the detention sir. I really must be going though. I promised-" She was cut off by Bray's random appearence. Fay turned to him, one eyebrow raised slightly. "Hey Bray, need something?" Felicity had noted that he was standing unusually close, sos he took a few steps back.

Her gaze flicked to the paper in his hand. "Oh right, I left that didn't I?" She reached over to take the paper and inspected it carefully. "Yep, it's mine. Woulda been in deep trouble if I forgot this. It wouldn't be very fun to rewrite this essay." Fay made a face and turned back around. Suddenly, it hit her. Why Professor Fagin was unusually happy and why Bray felt the need to walk close to her. "Oh snap." Quickly, she 'turned off' her charm and clutched her books tighter to her. Pain seared up one of her arms, probably the one she landed on, and she inhaled a sharp gasp. "Sorry Professor, Bray. I didn't mean- I mean, it was an accident. I don't usually-" She was babbling now, trying to cover up her embarrassment. A blush crept up her cheeks as she shook her head. "Please excuse me." Felicity turned around and practically ran down the hallways. Stupid, stupid. So stupid!

[Prof. Jack Fagin]

As yet another youth appeared on the scene, just to make him feel even older, Fagin actually didn't much mind, he'd chosen himself to work in the school, and the pay certainly wasn't the main contributing factor to his being here; not at all.
"G'day lad," he answered politely for him, usually he'd bite a person's head off, perhaps he'd gotten out of bed on the right side of bed for a pleasant change? "What is it with people and leaving things all over?" He wondered aloud, knowing he was particularly forgetful himself, especially when handing back people's marks, he just liked to lengthen their misery though more than anything. "I seem to always leave marked papers at the breakfast table, my colleagues have to remind me about them, once they've had a good gawp at them first I'm sure." He commented thinking back to when Hubbles had been checking up on the grades of his Hufflepuffs; he often seemed eager to help them out, almost too much of an eager beaver.

About to ask what the essay was about, if it was one of his or not, he was waylaid when the boy edged closer defensively, that made Fagin's eyebrows rise a fraction, then the girl suddenly acted very peculiar. As if something had only just clicked, but Fagin was still helplessly in the dark.

"Pardon?" He muttered now utterly perplexed. "What have you to be sorry for? You've no work late to be handed in?" He enquired, "not missing a detention?" But before he could get to the bottom of it all she'd excused herself and began fleeing.

"Where's she going?" He demanded of the boy, realising she wanted privacy too late. "What's the bee in her bonnet?" He just couldn't make head nor tail of it all.

[vampireangel]

Erika strolled down the darkened corridors, she had not lit her wand in case of Prefects or teachers that might be about, yet the darkness did not faze her, her sharp eyes could see twenty times better than the average human. Being a vampire could be very useful at times, espedcially when she could hear everything within a one-mile radius. Hearing voices, she followed the sound until she came upon a group of students and a teacher. "Oh hello everyone." She glanced from face to face, honey-gold eyes sparkling, hair tumbling down her back like a waterfall of midnight, and icy pale face alert.

[Bradyn Reed]

Bradyn reached up and scratched the back of his head, laughing awkwardly. He was pretty embarrassed from not being able to control himself against the veela's charm, probably because it was so unexpected and he didn't notice it until he was too late. But obviously that was just what she needed to realize her mistake, so it was good and bad. "Aye, I guess we all tend to be a little forgetful.." He said as he watched Fay run off in the corner of his eyes. She had to stop running from her mistakes and face them, leaving baffled men behind wasn't going to fix anything.

"Hm, the 'bee in her bonnet', as you say, is not a secret for me to tell. Unless I want to be whacked by an angry mob of her friends." Speaking of angry mobs, what is she doing here? He thought and rolled his eyes at Erika. It wasn't bad timing, since he was going to hunt her down and talk to her eventually. Bray didn't want to be getting in trouble because of her, now would he.

"Prowling as usual, McCallister?" He said, not turning his gaze from the corridor that Fay had long left abandoned.

[Sarie Thimble]

Sarie who seemed to be forgotten felt rather lost on this last comment. She wonder if she should just leave or just stay and help out her fellow Gryffindor. Sarie knew Erika as people say run of the mill but she ok in her own way as was every one else. She wasn't sure if she should step in would it do more harm then good. So she stood there thinking it over.

[vampireangel]

Erika sneered, "Oh can it Reed! We both know I can't stand you, so why don't you just save your breath and not talk to me? Or do you really wanna see what I can do to you if you piss me off?" She hissed, eyes glowing dangerously.