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Post by Sasha di Angelico on Feb 8, 2007 10:16:48 GMT -5
Sasha was tired. He'd hardly slept at all in the last week, as he'd been spending his evenings and night exploring the fabulous castle, frittering his money away in random bars and clubs, or simply trying to cram as much effort into working on the lesson structures as he could. Yes, he was rather disappointed about the lessons. He had to post-pone them, which was a hassle and quite embarrassing. He just wasn't organized enough to start yet, though trying to stay positive, Sasha reminded himself that he was getting close. Perhaps in another week, they might be up and running. He just hoped that the people who had signed up would still be coming.
Sighing, Sasha sat down the parchment he had in his grasp, and ran his hands over his face, leaning back in the barely comfortable chair in which he sat. Before him, there was paper everywhere, his desk complete swamped. Well, more so that usual. Empty ink pots and mangle quills littered the floor around him, a testament to how long he'd been working for. He hated working hard, but he felt obliged to get some done before he was kicked out the castle for not actually doing anything. Sasha closed his eyes, and folded his arms behind his head, taking a brief break from the toil and monotony of paperwork. His thoughts drifted, and he was almost dozing. He couldn't help but think of Lareina with a little smile. He'd seen her about here and there, but thankfully she hadn't spotted him. Fun though it had been, he fancied a change of scenery. He'd decided such bold and brash girls were perhaps not what he needed right now. They were to much of a risk. He couldn't afford to loose this job, after all, it had taken him long enough to find it...
Sasha rose from his chair, letting his hands fall to his side. That evening, he was wearing a pair of black trousers, and a loose white shirt with the sleeve rolled up to his elbows. It was fairly warm in his classroom-slash-office, which was why his grey jacket was discarded somewhere on one of the sofas. He frowned at the clutter on his desk, and on the little tables scattered across the classroom. Mag in the corner on his little perch clattered his beak together, and croaked out a three note tune, twice. Aside from that, it was silent. Bending down, he managed to dig out an un-opened bottle of wine from the bottom drawer. A twist of his wand, and the cork bounced onto the floor with a dull puc. He took a swig from it, and sighed again. He really couldn't be bothered doing anymore work, so he sat down heavily at the nearest piano, clearing the things off it. Sitting the bottle on top of it, he flexed his fingers, thinking of something to play.
"Mezzo forte vivace," he muttered to himself, grinning. Sasha laughed softly as he played out a 'medium loud lively' little tune, one he remembered quite well from his time at the traveling theater troupe. Oh, he missed those people. He missed those days. He so wanted the excitement, the colour, the experience back. The happy music died away as his fingers came to rest limply on the ivory keys. God, what had happened to it all?
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Post by Clarice Chatereux on Apr 15, 2007 13:47:56 GMT -5
Cici stood in the shadows of the door, fixing the skirt of her black mini dress, her fingers trying to pull it a bit lower than it was- it is, after all, kind of embarassing to hit on a teacher... Her eyes skidded over various music instruments, furniture, and the usual clutter of a classroom, then steadied upon the back of the teacher's head. He was playing something on something, she thought. How romantic... Her mind desperately searched for an innocent comment to start a conversation with, as her fingers now twiddled with her hair. "Wonderful tune, sir," she ventured finally, making a hesitant step out of the shadows, "what is it?"
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Post by Sasha di Angelico on Apr 15, 2007 14:13:32 GMT -5
Sasha was just about to get up to return to his paperwork when he heard a voice behind him. He jumped a little, almost knocking over his bottle of wine. He grabbed the neck just in time to steady it, and turned to face the intruder properly. His eyes drank in the random pretty girl standing there, twiddling with her hair. How did she get into his office? Oh, yeah, he'd forgotten to lock the door again.
"You mean the song?" he asked, jerking his thumb at the piano he stood by, "Um, it doesn't actually have a name...It's just a little tune I picked up on my travels."
Sasha tried to not look at the hem of her dress. Who actually wore stuff like that wandering around the castle? She must be on the way out or something...But it was almost curfew...Should he say something? He was a professor after all...He decided against it, just smirking and leaning against his stool a little.
"I'm sorry, but do I actually know you?"
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Post by Clarice Chatereux on Apr 15, 2007 14:19:44 GMT -5
Cici knocked her knees together and tried to hide behind her hair, hoping that he'll think that she's a completely innocent child... Goddamn seductiveness. "Well, sir" she replied, trying not to stare at his body too hard, "I do beleive you do. I take music lessons. I'm just too shy to stand out." Her eyes darted to his for a second, looking for a clue. "But I DO love to sing," she added, biting her lip.
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Post by Sasha di Angelico on Apr 15, 2007 14:34:37 GMT -5
Sasha raised his eyebrows at her little antics. Oh, right. He could seee where this was going. He grinned, remembering the time with little Miss Darcy in the Hall. These girls couldn't be anymore different - physically at least. He didn't know this one well enough to be able to tell for sure.
"What I was really asking for is your name, chere," he said, trying to sound friendly, but not overly so. Sasha smoothed down the front of his shirt, noticing there was ink on his hands. Damn, it was messy stuff. He'd rather have a Muggle pen. When the stranger mentioned she could sing, he nodded slightly.
"Okay, right, that's probably where I've seen you...And why don't you show me, rather than tell me? I do love to sing..."
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Post by Clarice Chatereux on Apr 15, 2007 14:47:18 GMT -5
Cici's heart soared as adrenaline pumped itself into her conceited brain. The boy obviously wasn't out of rabid teen hormones yet. How charming. She could sense that she was going to get laid today, and perhaps with dashing concequences in the sense of her rising grades in Music class.... "Erm, well, sir," she chimed, letting her hands play with her skirt, "I'm kind of... shy." She felt her smile radiate blinding heat to the male object sitting across from her.
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Post by Sasha di Angelico on Apr 15, 2007 15:17:25 GMT -5
Sasha nodded again, still smiling slightly. He got up, and moved to his more comfortable seat behind the desk. He swung his feet onto the desk casually, and crossed his legs, watching the random student with mild interest.
"Ah, yes, so you mentioned. As you wish. And amazing though I may be, I'm not psychic, babycakes. Am I to guess your name, or just called you sweetheart?" Sasha asked, sounding a little amused. She was smiling, playing with her skirt...Did she know how much trouble she was asking for? Still, she was pretty darn cute...A bit too kiddy-kiddy, but cute. And if he got away with having it off with the Headmistresses sister, he'd get away with this, "Oh, and do take a seat."
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Post by Clarice Chatereux on Apr 15, 2007 15:24:02 GMT -5
Cici could see he was liking it. No point in pretending to be an innocent little angel now- perhaps it was luck that made her wear this little black dress, perhaps it was her brain returning to its scattered senses- but she knew that it gave a perfect view of her cleavage if put rightly... She walked up to stand behind his chair, and put her hands on the back of it. "Sit where, sir? On your lap, perhaps?" she whispered, leaning close to his ear.
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Post by Sasha di Angelico on Apr 15, 2007 15:56:07 GMT -5
Hot damn, this was getting interesting. Sit in his lap? Now that was pretty straight to the point, if you asked him. Not that Sasha really minded, of course. It was a pleasant change from the paper work...
"Well, Little Miss Anonymous, there is alway that option - though I would advise you to lock the door first," he murmured, putting his feet back on the floor, leaning back a little. He should have known straight off what this little visit was about. Sasha couldn't help but wonder if this was more to do about grades than himself, which would have been odd because he gave everyone pretty good grades regardless of talent or effort. To actually grade his pupils correctly would be too much effort - besides this way everyone was more or less happy.
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Post by Clarice Chatereux on Apr 16, 2007 9:54:57 GMT -5
Cici's smile widened behind the teacher's back. She never thought this would be so easy- she at least expected a bit of discomfort on the latter's side, perhaps some weird looks, some exciting foreplay at the least- but not such a fast reply, no. Holding her breath to slow her excitement, she put her hands on his shoulders, "Ah, but it's no fun with the /door/ closed!"
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Post by Sasha di Angelico on Apr 16, 2007 10:13:41 GMT -5
Sasha reached up to touch the delicate hands on his shoulders with his own, and smiled quietly to himself. Silly girl. What a tease...He pushed those hands away, and stood up rather abruptly, locking the door anyway. Sasha turned to face her, still smiling a little.
"It's no fun without a job, either," he said in reply, slowly approaching the mysterious little minx again. She was clearly somewhat excited, or perhaps nervous about the whole thing. It was quite funny to watch. It had been her that had came to him after all.
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Post by Clarice Chatereux on Apr 16, 2007 10:22:54 GMT -5
Cici crossed her hands over her chest and skipped into the now vacant chair, putting her legs on the table and swinging to and fro. This was turning out to look quite boring- the scenario had been played countless times- locked door, empty classroom, teacher's desk.... She could do that with just another random student that she would pick up along the way- there ain't no fun in that. She had thought that teachers were somehow special in this sense- it is kind of hard to imagine your old dude in the classy frock shagging someone like all normal people did. She honestly beleived that this would be an experience for a lifetime- that she would finally end up on the teacher's desk with the consent of the teacher, and, of course- since teachers are all powerful and fearless- with the door finally wide open. Gah. What a loser... But with the potential to become quite a catch.... "Pah," she pouted, "but that's no fun for /me/!"
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Post by Sasha di Angelico on Apr 16, 2007 16:09:35 GMT -5
Sasha blinked - oh no, she wasn't a pouter, was she? Resisting the urge to say something scathing in return to the borderline brattish comment, he leaned casually against his occupied chair, and ran a hand loosely through his longish hair. The whole situation was a little off to him. Hell, he didn't even know her name! It looked as if this was going to be trickier than he'd first expected...
"I don't want to get you into trouble either, ma chere," he said softly, trying not to sour the mood anymore than it already was. It was a bit of a fib, though. If anything did happen, and they were caught, it would obviously be his ass on the plate. Sasha was just trying to shut her up for a moment.
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