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carbreydelaney: As concentrated as he had been on healing the cuts, Carbrey had noticed Ali’s...

Fri, 06 Jul 2012 22:13:58 -0400

As concentrated as he had been on healing the cuts, Carbrey had noticed Ali’s reaction to his anger. It was curious, the way she seemed to anticipate far more than his swearing and temporary fury. Her distinct sharp take of breath was the most surprising, because she had done that as he said her full name and not at any of the curses or other negative comments. Ali was always going on about how her name was Aliza not Ali but Carbrey always refused to call her by anything else. Now that he had called her Aliza—unconsciously, too—she had reacted negatively. Gods, couldn’t the woman make up her mind?

He put it out of his mind. “If anyone sees you come out of my rooms looking like that they’ll think… odd things,” Ali said, obviously not as excited by his appearance as he was. Carbrey knew he had a weird sense of humour, but mostly he just liked making Ali uncomfortable whenever he possibly could. “Let them think. Rather, let them talk. I’ll be excited to hear the new rumours flying around. It’ll be on you and not me anyway.”

Carbrey straightened his shirt and dusted himself off, looking around the room. He walked around, looking for something that would capture his attention or interest him for a little while. “I’m famished,” he said, opening up a drawer and peering inside. “Have you got any food? Never mind, I don’t want your food. Let’s go somewhere. It’s still dinner, isn’t it?” He walked back to where Ali stood on the other side of the room. “Come on, let’s go to the dining hall.” Noticing Ali still examining him with a look of concern and hesitation, he looked down at himself and resigned himself to cleaning up after all. If he was going to make an appearance in the dining hall he would have to clean himself off, much to his disappointment at the opportunity of embarrassing Ali going out the window. He sighed and pulled out his wand began clearing blood off his skin and mending the tear in his trouser leg. “Fine. Are you happy now? I’m clean.”

Not waiting to hear her response, he grabbed Ali’s hand and pulled her out the door. “I’m going to have to change, aren’t I? Damn robes. Detour to my chambers.”

Carbrey pulled Ali through the hallways as they made their way from her rooms to the Defense Against The Dark Arts Tower. Once there, Carbrey changed out of his everyday trousers and old sweater into a pair of more professional black pants and a grey sweater he wore when teaching. He threw his black academic robes on over that, and then he and Ali made their way to the dining hall.

For a moment, Ali was nervous, wondering if Cabrey had caught her instinctive flinch. She hadn’t been able to supress it, but she really wasn’t looking forward to him questioning it, if he had. He seemed to appraise her for a minute, brows furrowed as he stared. Ali steeled herself internally, but no questions came. She was grateful for that, at least. She sighed gratefully as he seemingly put it out of his mind.

“Let them think. Rather, let them talk. I’ll be excited to hear new rumours flying around. It’ll be on you and not me anyway.” Carbrey was saying, and Ali relaxed further, allowing herself to calm completely and roll her eyes. “It would be on me, too, Carbrey,” she said impatiently, but he just kept talking.

“Never mind, I don’t want your food. Let’s go somewhere. It’s still dinner, isn’t it?”

“Yes, it should still be,” Ali said, looking at her watch to confirm. It was barely past 7 and dinner usually went until 8. “I don’t know if I’m very hung-” she started, but Carbrey talked over her, insisting they go to the dining hall. She couldn’t do much to dissuade him, so she looked him over instead.

He was still covered in blood, and if she was going to insist on anything, she was going to insist he clean himself up before they went anywhere. Just as she was about to speak up about it, he sighed and started cleaning himself, looking pointedly at her when he was done. It was like he was reading her mind, the codger. She smiled slightly and shook her head.

Carbrey grabbed her hand and began pulling her, and she had just enough time to step into her shoes and grab her teaching robes from earlier before they were out the portrait-door and walking down the hallways, her struggling to get her robes on and buttoned properly over the simple dress she wore. When they finally reached his tower, she sat primly on his couch while he dressed into something presentable, and then they walked together to the dining hall, Ali trying not to smile too fondly at the Irish mans antics.

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Sat, 23 Jun 2012 17:23:49 -0400

Here we go

Fri, 22 Jun 2012 14:50:05 -0400

carbreydelaney:

Ali shook her head furiously as soon as he presented his arm to her. “What? You don’t like blood?” he said. “Come on, I haven’t got my wand. War wounds need tending to, love.”

“Of course,” she replied. Carbrey sat himself down on her desk and put his arm out in front of her while she pulled out her wand. He’d have her do his knee next. Damn cat actually managed to rip through his trousers. Now he was going to have to fix that too, and it made him hate the cat even more. “From now on we’re hanging out in my chambers,” he declared stubbornly.

Ali set to work on his arm, and Carbrey set off rambling, completely ignoring everything that she was doing as he talked away. “As to whether or not I’m actually in trouble, all I have to say is that I sure the fuck hope so. I bet it’d be fun. I hope I did something really good to deserve it, too.” He paused, thinking, and then continued rattling on as he ignored her work. “Although why Dumbly would want to save me is beyond me. Hell, I wouldn’t. I mean, you probably wouldn’t either, would you, sweetheart? I mean, I understand my dashing good looks are cause enough to want to save my life but plopping me down into a professor’s position and watching me as I fail half of my students? That’s a bit extreme. I’d just kill me and get it over with.”

Carbrey finally looked down, expecting her to be done. Instead, his arm was bleeding even more than it had been before and Ali was fumbling around looking guilty. “Oh, Gods, I’m sorry, ignore me, erm… Maybe I’ll just accio your wand, then you can do it yourself. Yeah, I’ll do that,”

“Gods, woman!” he spat, looking over his arm. If anything, the wound had managed to grow and now blood was dripping all over his arm and onto his clothes. “Have you never used a healing spell before? Fuck, now I’ve got blood on my trousers. Hurry up and fetch my damn wand, will you?

Ali hurriedly ran to the other room and returned seconds later with Carbrey’s lost wand. She handed it to him sheepishly and he took it from her, glaring.

“Gotta fucking do it with my left hand,” he muttered,positioning his wand over the first gash on his forearm and muttering a healing spell quietly. The wound knitted itself up, and he repeated the process on the other cut on his arm. “That’s how you do a fucking healing spell, Aliza,” he spat.

He shot another glare at her, wondering how in the hell someone could manage to botch up a simple healing spell. The wound even hadn’t been that deep to begin with and she’d gone and made it bigger and bleed more. At least now he looked a bit more interesting. Or more homeless than he normally did. If it hadn’t been bleeding so much he probably would have just left it and gone to class the next day, but the one on his knee hurt when he moved it so he figured they might as well go. He examined the one on his knee, pulling the fabric away to expose the skin and used the same spell to knit the wound back together. He kicked his leg out, testing the movement, and hopped off the desk, examining himself. His right arm was covered in blood that was either smeared or mostly dry now, and his left hand—and his wound—had blood on it as well. His left knee had a hole in the fabric from where he had ripped it open and the skin showing underneath was bloody as well. There were also blood stains on his upper thigh from where it had dripped from his arm. All in all, he looked positively dreadful.

He grinned, deciding he was going to leave himself looking like that. Him walking around the school in such a fashion would cause people to whisper and stare and generally make things more interesting. Of course, him being the DADA teacher, most people would probably just assume he’d been wrangling some sort of bitey creature and come away victorious.

He held his arms out, grinning, as he nodded to the blood on him. “That’ll make people wonder, eh?”

Ali ended up shaking her head as Carbrey spoke about potentially being in trouble, acting like it would be an exciting adventure and not something bad. She wasn’t responding, though, so that she could tconcentrate further on her task. It didn’t help, apparently, because obviously Carbery was bleeding more with deeper wounds. When she first saw the damage she’d done she immediately wondered if he would be in more pain and realize she was doing the exact opposite of what he asked her to do.

She hoped she didn’t cause him extra pain becaue of her stubborn need to perform well. Ali was a perfectionist, first and foremost (which probably led to her being sorted a Ravenclaw when she was in Hogwarts herself). Ali had a deep need to do things and do them well, better than others, and the fact that she’d just messed up so badly was embarrassing to her. It was frustrating, as well, that she couldn’t manage something as simple as a healing spell for a cut. Not being able to do something that should be so simple made her feel insecure and vulnerable, and as Carbrey swore at her and demanded she get his wand, she took advantage of the exit and rushed into the other room to accio it.

Accioing his wand quickly and taking a deep breath to steel herself, Ali went back to Carbrey and handed him his wand, trying to avoid his glare. She knew he wasn’t necessarily mad at her, but his yelling was getting to her and she had to keep a blank face to keep him from seeing. It wasn’t his fault she had problems with screaming and swearing.

“I don’t know what happened! I thought I could do it,” Ali apologized, hoping to appease him a little bit. Carbrey started in on the healing with his forearm and she watched, half-intrigued by how it seemed to come so easily to him and half-annoyed because she couldn’t do that herself.

“That’s how you do a fucking healing spell, Aliza,” Carbrey spit at her. Ali couldn’t contain an instinctive flinch, immediately back to being 14 years old, having bullocksed up dinner, her father looming over her, drunk and cursing and raising his fist, and she didn’t mean too, it was the stove, they needed a new one…

With a sharp, quiet gasp, Ali closed her eyes and mentally braced herself, opening them back up, not quite willing to admit her weakness with healing spells. “It was a mistake, I must’ve said something wrong or something!” Ali said, indignant. It was one weakness, honestly, it shouldn’t matter so much.

She crossed her arms over her chest, shoulders tense, and watched with concerned eyes as Carbrey looked over himself and healed up his other cuts. When he was done, he nodded at her, grinning, and she relaxed slightly. “That’ll make people wonder, eh?” Carbrey said, and Ali internally sighed in relief that he obviously wasn’t THAT angry.

“I suppose,” she replied lightly, and then hesitated a moment when he continued to look over his bloody form, making no moves to scourgify himself or even walk to her washroom.

“Wait… you’re not going to clean off the blood?” she asked, wondering why this man was so damn weird. It was oddly endearing, though. “If anyone sees you come out of my rooms looking like that they’ll think.. odd things.”

Here we go

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 14:35:00 -0400

carbreydelaney:

Carbrey straightened in the armchair. Now that Ali was done ignoring him, things could move forward. He had forgotten why they had initially planned to meet, but now that he was here might at least entertain some conversation. “Can I help you?” Ali asked indifferently. Carbrey thought he caught a tinge of harshness in her voice, and he grinned. “Yes, I’ve forgotten why I’m here, love.” He stood up and crossed the room to where she sat at her desk, coffee mug in hand, and leaned against it, careful not to get in her way. The stack of papers he had thrown to her was sitting on her desk, untouched, while she looked over some papers of her own. He glanced over at Rasalas, who was staring him down from the other side of the desk, tail twitching. “If I make peace with the bloody creature, will he leave me alone?” he asked, shoving his wand back into his pocket. “I don’t like coming over to your chambers and being stared down by a cat. A man can’t have a normal conversation, among other things, with a furry creature like that breathing down his neck.” He paused, once again eying Rasalas again. Why is he called Rasalas anyway? Rasalas. Sounds like rat’s ass to me.”

The cat hissed at him, and he instinctively leaned away from him, sliding his hand in his pocket to grasp his wand cautiously. The cat, though small as it was as far as animals went, had caused Carbrey more than his fair share of pain. It had an unusual ability to claw him rather deeply and he had plenty of scars on both of his arms to document his and the animal’s relationship. “Anyway. So listen, I’ve got this theory. It isn’t really mine, but I overheard some of the other professors talking about me so of course I listened in. Apparently the reason why they think I’ve managed to stick around so long without being tossed out by the Ministry or some parents’ union or whatever is because Dumbledore has got a soft spot for me. Not like, in a fatherly way but more like in save-my-life kind of way. Interesting, huh? They bet that I’m in some sort of trouble and that I’m here so that old Dumbly can watch over me and make sure I don’t get avada kedavra-ed.”

He took his eyes off of Ali and looked back at the cat once again. Carbrey had never been good at staying on one topic for very long and as soon as he had relayed what he had heard he was back on a different subject. Rasalas was glaring at him more intently than ever. “Seriously, look at your cat. Which would work better, me accioing him or picking him up and moving him to a different room physically?” Carbrey strode over to the other side of the desk and he stood before Rasalas arrogantly, crossing his arms and staring down at the cat. Enough with the staring contests and hissing and scratching. If Carbrey was going to be here, he didn’t want the cat there as well and he would move him one way or another. “Come on, you bloody rat,” he said, pulling his wand out of his hand as a precaution and grabbing the cat by the back of his neck with his other hand. He put his wand in the cat’s face, as if to say “Come on, I dare you to scratch me.”

There would have been a much easier way to do this, but Carbrey knew that if Ali even thought for a millisecond he was about to use magic on her pet there would have been trouble. Moving him physically, like most normal people would do, would have been the only way without inciting her. He picked up the cat mercilessly and held it close to his chest with one arm as he made his way over to a different room. The cat fought viciously, squirming this way and that and attempting to claw him as much as possible. Carbrey managed to make it to the other room safely, but as soon as he crossed the threshold the cat managed to break free of his hold and leapt to the ground, but not before leaving several deep gashes on him.

Carbrey swore, a stream of colorful curses being the only thing Ali could probably make out from the other room. Somehow, Rasalas had managed to leave him with three nasty cuts, two on his arm and one over his knee. “What the hell?” he swore, looking over the cuts. How in Merlin’s name had a cat managed to leave those? He swore again and looked around the room for the creature. Enough with the politics, he was going to make the cat pay now. Ali could be angry, but he didn’t care. The cat was losing its fur, and that was that.

Unfortunately the cat had disappeared; whether it had gone back to Ali or had hid somewhere in this side room he didn’t know. Carbrey had also lost his wand when the cat had jumped from him and he couldn’t find that either. Most likely it had rolled under some piece of furniture. He would have to have Ali accio it for him.

He left the room and went to rejoin Ali. “Your bloody cat…” he began, but cut off. Fuck it, he didn’t care. They could meet in his rooms from now on. He held out his arm for Ali to see, showing her the two gashes. “I’ve lost my wand. Help a dying man out?” he asked sarcastically.

Ali herself couldn’t remember why her and Carbrey agreed to meet, but she was sure it was something he planned. If she had wanted to see him, she’d have remembered.

“I… don’t know why you’re here either, actually, aside from slave labouring me into grading your own essays,” Ali replied, finally looking at him pointedly as she sipped her coffee. Perfect, lovely, warm coffee. It was never loud or obnoxious or demanding her attention, like Rasalas or Carbrey. Carbrey got up and came over to her desk and leaned on it, staring back at Rasalas, who probably wasn’t a big fan of that. Knowing her cat, he’d see it as a challenge or something. Ugh, men.

“I don’t know that there’s any way to make peace with him, now. He hates you too much already,” Aliza said, barely concealing a smile as Rasalas’ tail continued to twitch. Her love for her cat couldn’t be eclipsed by anything, really. Rasalas was going to be there for her for all his life, which she could hopefully extend past the 20 or so years that cats are supposed to live. She supposed though that for the short time Carbrey was involved, Rasalas could take a back seat. He’d have plenty of time later.

Aliza full out smiled when Rasalas hissed as he was insulted. There was nothing to convince her that he couldn’t fully understand english. She scratched behind his ears fondly as she listened to Carbrey talk, his Irish lilt actually quite pleasant to her ears, even if he could be a bit hard to understand at times.

“Are you in some sort of trouble?” Ali asked, turning in her seat to face him while still scratching Ralasas’ ears. “It’s a plausible theory. Maybe you’re even in trouble and you don’t know it, but Albus does. That man knows everything,” she joked. Aliza herself had heard the staff speculate on why Dumbledore was keeping Carbrey around. She’d even heard students theorizing on it. Her favorite was that the position was cursed anyway, so he wouldn’t last more than a year, and it’s hard to find someone who knows what they’re doing in a practical sense.

Ali didn’t respond as Carbrey pondered the best way to move him, knowing either way wouldn’t end well for him. She’d kick him out if he tried any curses or hexes, and Rasalas would go crazy if Carbrey tried to touch him, let alone pick him up. Maybe one day Rasalas would come around, but likely not. Likely Carbrey wouldn’t be around long enough for that to happen. She blanched a bit when Carbrey grabbed Rasalas by his scruff, but Rasalas would take care of it if the Irish man hurt him. And he did, because she heard Carbrey’s cursing just moments later, and Carbrey came back in with deep gashes on his arms from the cats nails Rasalas must’ve lashed out and attacked before darting off to likely hide in her washroom.

She shook her head, internal alarms going off. Carbrey didn’t know how awful Ali was at healing spells, and he’d take the mickey out if he did. Maybe they weren’t so deep that she could heal them just fine. She managed with light scratches. These were deeper, almost gashes, but they would work. She could do this. It was totally possible.

“Of course,” Ali said dryly, trying to cover up her panic; trying to voice confidence she really didn’t have. She grabbed her wand from her robe pocket and held it firmly over his arm, quietly whispering the spell she knew would heal them. Hopefully. If she was lucky.

Of course, Ali was not lucky, and her eyes widened as Carbrey’s arm started bleeding more profusely, how did THAT happen? Oh, Merlin, he was going to look down at his arm any second now and wonder how the hell she’d failed so miserably, and probably take the mickey forever. What kind of witch couldn’t manage basic healing?

“Oh, Gods, I’m sorry, ignore me, erm… Maybe I’ll just accio your wand, then you can do it yourself. Yeah, I’ll do that,” she basically babbled, rushing to the other room to accio the wand to hide the blush on her face. Ali wasn’t usually so embarrassed, but her healing spells had always been a big weakness of hers.

carbreydelaney: I stole a camera from one Filch’s...

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 08:21:42 -0400

carbreydelaney:

I stole a camera from one Filch’s hideaways—muggle camera, it turns out—and snapped this picture when Ali wasn’t looking. This is going to be fun.

Oh no. Oh, I don’t like this at all, Carbrey!

I don’t even remember the stupid pot. But if that’s what you say, then, I’ll...

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 08:21:00 -0400

I don’t even remember the stupid pot. But if that’s what you say, then, I’ll continue pretending that I don’t trespass everywhere.

(Submitted because I can’t for the life of me figure out how to put a gif in the ask box. I’ve never submitted something so I don’t know if this will even work out right, but here’s hoping.)

I know you don’t remember the potted plant, I wouldn’t expect you to. I don’t even know how you managed to kill it in just a couple of hours. I left for no more than two and I came back and it was destroyed!

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Thu, 21 Jun 2012 08:20:48 -0400

THIS IS MY REMINISCING POST

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 08:19:00 -0400

remus-carbrey:

Basically I just creeped on everything from fiendfyre and now I’m all sad and nostalgic and reminisce-y. I read the threads, creeped on sigs, and went through the ICC. I miss all of the charries so I’m gonna be super nostalgic and all so I can satisfy myself.

Tomorrow I am going to reply to all of those threads that I for some reason never responded to. I feel like an ass. Even though some of the people we worked with are no longer with us (God, I make it sound like they’re dead) I’m going to respond to them anyway. That means you, Taffy, Kelsey, and Meg, and all the other ones. Lily is gonna get another post to the whole “I know you’re a werewolf” thread because THAT NEEDS RESOLUTION. REMUS WILL NOT GIVE UP HIS FRIENDSHIP. Ali will get an annoying response for the Carali thread where Car is his usual Car-like self. And JAMESSSS. Angsty sad future thread. Ffguhfglushdgtr. Must write angsty sad future response. I’m even going to write the one back to Mary (even though we don’t have her anymore D`: ). I’m going to miss Remmary a ton. WAHHH. I loved Remmary. So I’m going to respond to their thread and reminisce over unrequited love.

Taffy, I also read Ali’s sig that has the ten reasons why she hates Car. OHMYGODDHGAUTRSNRQE I LOVE IT. Still. “Professor Delaney drinks all the time, and he’s a TEACHER. How wicked is that?!” Hahaha. And how he brings up the fact that she sucks majorly at healing spells. We should write something where Car first discovered how absolutely terrible she is and it goes like “Here, Ali, fix this nasty gash I got from doing something incredibly stupid that I have the weirdest sense of pride for. Fix this, I’m too lazy” “Okay.” “HDSGUIGN;SNSUH;BGSN WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO MY ARM?” Sorry. It’s one in the morning so this is my thought process.

And I miss Car hating on Stephen. Hmph. Pout.

Let’s hope I’m actually productive tomorrow.

lskjnvvnd lovely<3

ALSO SOUNDS LOVELY. TO THE CARALI THREAD. It should be something where Rasalas like scratches him actually really deeply and he’s like ‘I dropped my wand when it happened and it’s under the armiore, heal this and then accio it for me’ and she’s like ‘well see, about that..’ PLEASE.

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Thu, 21 Jun 2012 00:36:26 -0400

While we're on this subject and because I apparently forgot there was some sort of "Carbrey is not allowed here" deal, what exactly is off limits?

Thu, 21 Jun 2012 00:35:09 -0400

Well, my study in general, from the time you killed my favorite potted flower. Also my undergarments drawer, my toiletries and makeup, and, of course, the coffee maker.

remus-carbrey said: I may have done that while very, very pissed but that wouldn’t have been done...

Wed, 20 Jun 2012 21:52:51 -0400

remus-carbrey said: I may have done that while very, very pissed but that wouldn’t have been done on more than one occasion.

Well, good, because that’s just a bit creepy. I guess I would’ve known that, though, because Rasalas would alert me if anything was off. I swear, he’s like a guard dog.

I seem to recall being there several times before.

Wed, 20 Jun 2012 21:40:43 -0400

I don’t recall this… Unless you’ve been hiding under there when I’m not in my study. Have you?!

Blackbird singin' in the dead of night

Wed, 20 Jun 2012 14:55:00 -0400

Name:

Aliza: “Pronounced uh-lee-zuh. Many people seem to think it’s pronounced like the name uh-lie-zuh, which used to bother me in school when it was pronounced wrong. Now I just correct everyone unconsciously. This name is the one my mother picked in the hospital. She insisted on this name, and so I am named it. It means ‘joyful’.”
Michelle: “This name name was my mothers. Apparently the name means ‘who is like God’. Not that I’ve ever known my father to be religious, but maybe my mother or her parents were. I don’t know, I’ve never met them.”
Victor: “My last name is Victor, which is much more a first name, if you ask me. It means ‘winner’, which I’ve thought ironic, as I’ve never really had a competitive spirit. Well, unless you count trying to be top in my classes.”

NICKNAMES:
“I don’t really like people shortening Aliza, but everyone seems to do it anyway. I’m basically called Ali. It’s a name I have been stuck with since I was young. Though I prefer Aliza, I’m used to Ali. I don’t accept Al.”

AGE/YEAR:
“I just turned 26 earlier this year.”

D.O.B.:
“My birthday is September 9th. I was born in 1952.”

HOUSE:
“Well I’m out of school now, but I was in Ravenclaw. I guess it just fit, with the whole ‘wit and ready minded’ aspects.”

SEX:
“I’m a female, in case you couldn’t tell by the picture up there.”

SEXUAL ORIENTATION:
“Straight. I’ve just really never looked at other females that way. Men are my cup of tea.”

ALLEGIANCE:
“I have no allegiance other than to my school and my students. I prefer not to choose sides, and so I stay neutral.”

PROFESSION:
“Officially, I’m the Professor of Arithmancy at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. I love my job, I really do. I’ve only been working at Hogwarts for two years, but I hope to work there for at least ten more. I’ve always been good with numbers, and teaching is something that comes naturally to me. I also have to admit that I enjoy that it’s an elective class, because only kids who are interested in it take it. Unofficially, I take photographs on the side and sell them to whoever is interested.”

WAND TYPE:
Elm Wood: A wood of femininity. Draws off the element of Earth. A strong, neutral wood that can be used for protection or hexes. Seeks a companion of strength. Excellent for destructive spells, protection, and defensive magic.
Unicorn Hair Core: The unicorn is a creature of mystery and beauty. Gentle yet powerful, ancient yet pure, a strand of its hair is a wise choice for one who wishes to cast healing and protection spells. It has long been thought that unicorns protected the forest creatures, nurturing and overseeing plants, flowers, and trees. This core would make an excellent companion to woods that draw from the element of Earth.
Length: Ali’s wand is nice and a half inches. “I got my wand at Ollivanders when I was ten. I was told when I got it that it is a very feminine wand, and that it would be good for healing, protective, and defensive magic. It’s good for defensive magic and somewhat protective, but due to my own ineptness, it isn’t very good with healing spells. Oops.”

remus-carbrey said: No, you’re assuming that I would miss. I have very good aim. He’s very...

Wed, 20 Jun 2012 14:26:46 -0400

remus-carbrey said: No, you’re assuming that I would miss. I have very good aim.

He’s very quick on his feet, you’d do well to remember that. And he’s allowed in spots you aren’t, like underneath my desk.

remus-carbrey said: I should fix that. It’d be more fun to practice exploding spells on a moving...

Wed, 20 Jun 2012 14:20:36 -0400

remus-carbrey said: I should fix that. It’d be more fun to practice exploding spells on a moving target.

You’ll be doing no such thing. He already tries to jump and claw at your head every time you enter my room, it’d only end in more scratches on your part.

remus-carbrey said: Then what took you so fucking long? I know I wasn’t distracting you. Of...

Wed, 20 Jun 2012 13:24:13 -0400

remus-carbrey said: Then what took you so fucking long? I know I wasn’t distracting you.

Of course, and then I fell asleep because I’m trying to cut back on coffee and without it, I can’t stay awake so long. Rasalas is a very distracting feline citizen!

remus-carbrey said: Being busy while grading papers is a foreign concept to me. That sounds...

Wed, 20 Jun 2012 13:18:53 -0400

remus-carbrey said: Being busy while grading papers is a foreign concept to me. That sounds terribly tedious.

It’s not so terrible tedious, actually, considering if I just sit down and do them without getting distracted I can have them done in an hour or so. Unless Rasalas distracts me, but then it’s okay.

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Wed, 20 Jun 2012 13:17:08 -0400

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Wed, 20 Jun 2012 13:17:00 -0400

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Well I don't bloody remember now.

Wed, 20 Jun 2012 13:11:46 -0400

And that is my problem, how, exactly?