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Post by Prof Brianna O'Donnell on Oct 27, 2006 20:25:14 GMT
Brianna sat at the teachers table with her favourite drink: a tall cool glass of milk. She took a long sip and set the glass down lightly on the table. She sighed with satisfaction and delicately wiped away her milk mustache with a hanky. 'Nothing better!' she said, looking at the patterns the milk made on the edges of the glass.
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Post by Prof. Jack Fagin on Oct 28, 2006 20:36:23 GMT
Nearly choking on his whisky Fagin snorted and looked astonished at the young lady sat next to him.
"Milk?" he gabbled incredulously, "are you crazy?"
Fagin took a large swig of his whiskey almost downing it in one, belching rather louldy he muttered pushing a tankard towards her,
"now that's bloody good, get some o' that down ya,"
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Post by Prof Brianna O'Donnell on Oct 29, 2006 13:25:58 GMT
Brianna looked over at the teacher next to her. She smiled at him and sipped her glass of milk, wanting to see how he would react. "Milk has calcium," she added, "and having broken as many bones as I have, you need all the calcium I can get!" She smiled again and sipped it, smiling playfully. "But thanks for the concern!"
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Post by Prof. Jack Fagin on Oct 29, 2006 19:51:08 GMT
Fagin roared with laughter "ha good for the bones! I'll give ya that, but the taste, poor, but tell me, why does a pretty young thing like yourself come to have broken so many bones?"
Fagin's curiousity was aroused and she had responded to him well, seemingly engaging in conversation, for now at least.
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Post by Prof Brianna O'Donnell on Oct 29, 2006 20:05:17 GMT
Brianna smiled and simply answered, "quidditch!" She sipped her milk another time, then added, "I play rough and it's not fare how you get picked on when you play rough!" She laughed jovially and smiled, shaking her head at her silliness.
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Post by Prof. Jack Fagin on Oct 29, 2006 20:16:16 GMT
"Play rough do ya, now I like that, big softies are awful, gotta be harsh the same goes for in lessons too, the key to a good class is discipline, keep them on their toes and scared too is always good," Fagin smirked and took another long swig of whiskey, as teachers went this quidditch fanatic wasn't bad.
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Post by Prof Brianna O'Donnell on Oct 29, 2006 20:32:31 GMT
Brianna smiled at the grumpy professor. "Spare the rod, and beat the child," she teased in a deep voice, "I'm sure it's frightening in your class!" She giggled under her breath and emptied her glass. She looked back to her fellow teacher and held out her hand. "Brianna O'Donnell," she said smiling.
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Post by Prof. Jack Fagin on Oct 29, 2006 20:37:49 GMT
Chuckling at Brianna's comments Fagin quickly checked her hand then gave it a fierce shake, "nice to meet ya Anna, joking don't slit me throat, I'd like to think my class is the most terrifying," he laughed raucously
"Fagin's the name and remember it well,"
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Post by Prof Brianna O'Donnell on Oct 29, 2006 20:57:44 GMT
Brianna smiled and added, "Call me Bree if you must, never thought I was much of an Anna." She smiled and summoned another glass, but this time it was a rare French wine. She sipped it, then glanced at Fagin. "Well, Fagin, I shall remember that." She smiled and took a gulp of her wine.
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