Post by Ameera Joven on Jul 16, 2006 17:39:45 GMT -5
O.o.c// Hope you guys don't mind...
Bi.c// A tall slender woman walked in, rather oblivious of the other teachers. That is until she looked up from her agenda that she was peering into. Piercing Grey eyes suddenly widening. Her rather large lips making an 'o'. She looked down at herself. Well, she was definitely going to make a lasting impression. All the other teachers were so casually clothed. While this young woman had black leather boots, and black jeans on. The jeans tucked into the boots. Her top was hidden by a leather jacket that was tied onto her self. The long leather straps tied at her waist, making her seem even thinner. The coat reaching down near mid-calf, while on the back was embroidered a crimson butterfly. Talk about coming in all biker gang looking.
However, it was clear that this brunette hadn't expected anyone to actually be in here. She was rather late in showing up at the school, due to personal implications. She had just walked in to hopefully enjoy a nice cup of coffee or tea. Now she was indeed, standing a little disheveled, in front of the whole faculty almost. Her almond shaped silverish Grey eyes saw the head mistress. A crooked smile flickered across her soft peach lips. To many, she could be mistaken for a student. When she had been a student teacher in Hogwarts, the other teachers for awhile had thought her one of the seventh years. Now she had finally acquired a job of her own, as a Transfiguration teacher here.
Her hand came up, her leather cuff at her knuckles, and her fingers each wiggled in a wave. Her finely arched eyebrows slightly raised. Oh boy, had she just done something completely mortifying on her part. She really hadn't wanted the 'whole' staff to know about her little leather obsessed self. She shifted her high heeled boots slightly, and parted her lips to speak. Her low sultry voice ringing out, "Uh, hey?" it came out more as a question. She brought a hand up and brushed her long bangs from her eyes. She slid down onto a stool, rather quickly and crossed her legs. A tint of a blush rising onto her high cheekbones. She gnawed at her bottom lip slightly, embarrassed that she had walked in looking like she did in front of complete strangers. Strangers that she was going to live with and teach beside for the next year.
After a few seconds she managed to collect her flustered self. Returning to the cool suave aura that she had when she had first walked in. Before she had really seen the rest of the teachers here, merrily sipping tea. It was hard to imagine that this woman was 27, when she looked about 19 or early twenties. However, this is Ameera Joven. [/size]
Bi.c// A tall slender woman walked in, rather oblivious of the other teachers. That is until she looked up from her agenda that she was peering into. Piercing Grey eyes suddenly widening. Her rather large lips making an 'o'. She looked down at herself. Well, she was definitely going to make a lasting impression. All the other teachers were so casually clothed. While this young woman had black leather boots, and black jeans on. The jeans tucked into the boots. Her top was hidden by a leather jacket that was tied onto her self. The long leather straps tied at her waist, making her seem even thinner. The coat reaching down near mid-calf, while on the back was embroidered a crimson butterfly. Talk about coming in all biker gang looking.
However, it was clear that this brunette hadn't expected anyone to actually be in here. She was rather late in showing up at the school, due to personal implications. She had just walked in to hopefully enjoy a nice cup of coffee or tea. Now she was indeed, standing a little disheveled, in front of the whole faculty almost. Her almond shaped silverish Grey eyes saw the head mistress. A crooked smile flickered across her soft peach lips. To many, she could be mistaken for a student. When she had been a student teacher in Hogwarts, the other teachers for awhile had thought her one of the seventh years. Now she had finally acquired a job of her own, as a Transfiguration teacher here.
Her hand came up, her leather cuff at her knuckles, and her fingers each wiggled in a wave. Her finely arched eyebrows slightly raised. Oh boy, had she just done something completely mortifying on her part. She really hadn't wanted the 'whole' staff to know about her little leather obsessed self. She shifted her high heeled boots slightly, and parted her lips to speak. Her low sultry voice ringing out, "Uh, hey?" it came out more as a question. She brought a hand up and brushed her long bangs from her eyes. She slid down onto a stool, rather quickly and crossed her legs. A tint of a blush rising onto her high cheekbones. She gnawed at her bottom lip slightly, embarrassed that she had walked in looking like she did in front of complete strangers. Strangers that she was going to live with and teach beside for the next year.
After a few seconds she managed to collect her flustered self. Returning to the cool suave aura that she had when she had first walked in. Before she had really seen the rest of the teachers here, merrily sipping tea. It was hard to imagine that this woman was 27, when she looked about 19 or early twenties. However, this is Ameera Joven. [/size]