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Post by Brianna Murphy on Apr 1, 2012 20:08:59 GMT -5
Brianna decided to take walk out into Hogsmeade after reading five essays she had given out to five students. She really needed to out of Hogwarts. She loved her job but she wanted to get out more. She was starting to desire some adult interaction.
She watched as kids darted in and out of shops. She smiled remembering darting around shop to shop years ago. She sighed, those goods years were long gone. She wished she had taken more time to enjoy if even though she hadn’t wasted a second of it she still wished she had been more interested in guys because now she was all alone.
She debated going into a shop but she rather be inside then trying to weave around students. Out here she didn’t feel so old. Her friends told her she wasn’t old but when you are around kids all the time you feel old.
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Post by lucifer on Apr 2, 2012 13:29:40 GMT -5
Once, when we was still in school, enjoying a heated rivalry with not only Damien Crmwell but his own brother, Lucifer had enjoyed the trips to Hogsmeade. It looked relatively the same, of course, considering the war going on, but he knew it was costing the occupants and the shopowners incredible amounts of sleep and copious amounts of stress to keep those false smiles in place, especially for the younger students. It made Lucifer wonder how many of them really tried to believe that everything would be okay. As a senior Order member, though, the twenty-seven-year-old wandless magic professor one better than most that it wasn't.
Still, he thought, smirking to himself, there was a timelessness that surrounded Hogsmeade, a certain charm that simply refused to dissipate, no matter how many times it was blown up or attacked.
A kid almost bumped into him, and he raised an eyebrow when second year Jonas Beaufort quickly stuttered a "Sorry, professor Samael!" before running to meet up with his friends. He liked kids. It was something Raphael had never really understood. But, then again, Raphael was a prick with a thirty-seven foot pole shoved up his ass on a regular basis s perhaps Lucifer shouldn't have been as surprised as he was.
Lightly tucking the woven scarf he wore securely around his neck, Lucifer moved forward, raising another eyebrow when he saw one of the other professors approaching.
"Miss Murphy," he greeted.
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Post by Brianna Murphy on Apr 2, 2012 17:58:21 GMT -5
Brianna had just been looking around when she heard someone greet her. She turned around to see was another professor. She hadn’t been called Miss Murphy since she doesn’t know, it just sounded so odd. It took her back to when she would get in trouble for trying to sneak into the other houses dorms which she had been able to do a few times.
“Good day Mr. Samael,” she greeted with a warm smile “fun watching the kids run around like maniacs, isn’t it. Brings back memories good and bad I suppose.”
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Post by lucifer on Apr 8, 2012 18:53:09 GMT -5
His slender fingers toying with the edges of the scarf, Lucifer concealed a small smile at her question, which he found rather ironic considering the subject he had been thinking about mere seconds before. Of course, perhaps he shouldn't have been surprised - irony was a necessity that he lived with every single day, depended on even, and something he often twisted to his advantage. Perhaps, if he were feeling more... theoretical, he would have drawn a link to his position in the Order, but he was not and so he left the thought alone.
"My brother used to chastise me when I ran around and made noise," he said dryly, though he chuckled afterwards. "But then again, he always was the prim and proper sort - a son any pure-blood family could be proud of."
Again, though, he enjoyed children. Were he even remotely capable of settling down (and otherwise inclined), he wouldn't have minded raising a family. But he had his hands full right now, and between trying to keep his affiliation a secret from the Death Eaters that ran the school as well as trying to carry out tasks the Order assigned to him, not to mention all the actual work he had to do as a teacher, he found he often had little to no spare time at all.
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Post by Brianna Murphy on Apr 8, 2012 20:15:50 GMT -5
Brianna frowned slightly. She had never had any siblings. It was just her, her dad and her mum, back in the day. Then she started Hogwarts and her friends became her family then what happened when they left Hogwarts they forgot all about her. Then her parents died leaving her all alone. She wished she hadn’t turned down that mirage proposal she got when she was seventeen but she didn’t believe in getting married so young so it was one of those things where she was screwed either way.
“I’m an only child, not to mention my father was a muggle. I know a few people who are pureblood but that was before this mess of a world,”
She looked up at the sky wondering if her parents were watching her. She smiled at the thought her mum complaining to her dad about how she wished that Brianna would get marry and have a family. Her mum always wanted more kids but her father didn’t so they didn’t have anymore. Then found out later on in life that her mum couldn’t have another child anyways.
“My mum is probably turning over in her grave seeing all of this. She was the one who told me to become a teacher, I think she expected I would have married already. Mind she was the women who married at twenty five but she told me marry early so I could bless her with more grandbabies,” she laughed at the last part “ironic how parents have all these plans for their kids that never happen,”
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Post by lucifer on Apr 9, 2012 15:26:07 GMT -5
Marriage was something he had heard of, something he had seen many times, happy and unhappy. As a pure-blood, the second of two sons, he was naturally filled in on "keeping the blood whole" by his mother when his more carefree father's attention was stolen by something - or someone - else. It was his duty to marry and produce an heir, someone to carry on the name, "and not a filthy mudblood or half-blood, Lucifer." Oh, if only his mother had known then what he would become: another Gryffindor, like his father, ready and able to disregard anything she said, brushing it off as if it were nothing. Her words were better wasted on Raphael, the "good son." Lucifer could never marry, anyway; not like she wanted him to.
"Well," the professor said with a shrug, "I suppose you know one more pure-blood now. Though I dare say we aren't the best of company; certainly not the kind that would be good at keeping a pretty woman like you occupied."
He concealed a small smirk, the one he had learned at a young age and something his father always called the "Samael family smirk." Even Raphael had picked up on it, though his version was indefinitely more sinister than Lucifer was on a regular basis.
"My mother would pull every hair out of her head if she knew what I was up to," Lucifer drawled, though there was a note of amusement in his voice. "A teacher, unmarried and uninterested at twenty-seven, and with poor Raphael so focused on his work at thirty-one she's going mad. Not that I would ever be able to continue our line like she wants, though; settling down, and other factors, weigh far too heavily against someone of my calibre. But yes, Miss Murphy - ironic indeed."
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Post by Brianna Murphy on Apr 9, 2012 17:56:48 GMT -5
Brianna smiled softly. She sort of wished she'd actually listened to her parents more. They really did know what they were talking about. She started to wonder what her life would have been like if she had become a Healer like she wanted to but she'd had to let her mind speak louder then her heart.
"Did you ever want to do something else other then teaching?"
She started to wonder if she was doing thing the right way or the wrong way. Had she made the right choice become a teacher or was it the worst choice? It was one of those things she wished she had her mum here now to talk things over with. She never knew if what she was doing was the right thing anymore.
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Post by lucifer on Apr 9, 2012 18:09:34 GMT -5
Lucifer tilted his head to the side, black eyes narrowing as he considered her question. It wasn't one he was often asked - in fact, he could truthfully say he'd never been asked before, though Cameron had once inquired after one of their routine... rendez-vous. Lucifer had merely chuckled at the thought then, leaning his head back on the pillow as he responded airily that he needed nothing but a good drink every now and then and a willing partner.
"Perhaps," Lucifer responded lightly. "But I don't just teach, Miss Murphy - I do other things as well." Yes, like running mad assignments for the Order and watching to make sure the other teachers don't murder the students. "But I think you need to be more specific - you're asking if I'd ever wanted to have a family, are you not?"
He could have been wrong, but the way the question was asked almost immediately after such a conversation could hardly be considered a coincidence.
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Post by Brianna Murphy on Apr 9, 2012 22:12:27 GMT -5
Brianna sighed to herself. She hadn't meant it like that! She meant for it to be about professions but it worked either way. She could never use the write words when talking to people near her own age.
"I didn't really mean it like that. I meant for it to be about a profession but I guess you can take it either way,"
She pushed a stray strand of hair that had fallen in her face and pushed it backwards. She couldn't help not feeling nervous, she always was these days. She kept expecting other professors to attack her given her job.
"If you had asked me at seventeen what I wanted to do with my life you would have gotten that I wanted to be Healer and NOT live in my childhood home. I would have gave you this long list of what I wanted to do before I died. I just threw all of it out the window when my parents died and studied to become a Muggle Studies Professor, if I had know that I would be terrified to leave my own office I would have chosen a different subject to teach,"
She turned bright red realizing how long winded that was. It was embarrassing to be in your twenties and be able to talk nonstop like that. She started to ponder how she came off to other professors.
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Post by lucifer on Apr 9, 2012 22:19:44 GMT -5
Lucifer clicked his tongue, eyes glimmering with amusement. "My apologies, then, Miss Murphy. I'm far too used to having to read in between the lines, and taking things at face value is something I almost never do anymore." He paused, shifting to his other leg. "Then to actually answer your question, I dislike teaching." It was true; such a profession was the last thing he had ever seen himself doing, as a child and even now.
"You're a teacher? Forgive me, Luci, but you don't seem the type," Cameron had told him once, early on, blue eyes glimmering with amusement. "I can hardly see you having enough patience to do such a thing. You'd start your condescending act within three seconds of listening to them." "Who says I don't, love?"
"If you had asked me at seventeen - Merlin, was that really ten years ago? My how the time flues - then my answer wouldn't have included teaching. If you ask me now my answer still doesn't include teaching. But I do it because it's what is required of me." He chuckled. "But a Muggle Studdies professor... I haven't enough interest to study them, though to each his own, I suppose." His smile was grim this time. "Raphael probably would have killed me. My... choices, and what I am, are enough to make him hate me as it is."
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Post by Brianna Murphy on Apr 9, 2012 22:35:00 GMT -5
Brianna just nodded. She knew nothing of having certain expected out of you. She grew up in a rather open-minded family, very open-minded. She had barely even had structure in her home-life.
"I lived with a muggle so I always loved to learn about them. I wanted to know what it would be like if I had been 'normal' as a child but then again I was a odd child,"
She chuckled remembering how she'd watch the muggle kids at the playground like they were animals in a zoo. She had even dated a muggle once to see what they were like to be in a romantic relationship with.
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Post by lucifer on Apr 18, 2012 15:00:14 GMT -5
"Oh, trust me, Miss Murphy, you're talking to someone who knows what being the 'odd child' feels like." The professor rolled his shoulders lightly, his limbs feeling usually stiff, though he would be the first to admit that he hadn't been going as easy on them as he should be. There was a delicate balance to juggle the things that he did, and as the conflicts only served to continue, he was finding that he had less and less energy, and was getting more and more fled up with waiting and watching the Death Eaters in this school, running it.
He did not care what Headmaster Snape thought he was doing. To Lucifer, the man was nothing in his eyes; worthy of neither contempt nor admiration. He was like a shadow, cloaked and dark, and Lucifer had never cared for such phantoms.
"But when you say you lived with a muggle, do you mean you had such a sister, born without magic?"
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Post by Brianna Murphy on Apr 18, 2012 19:15:49 GMT -5
Brianna couldn't help the chuckle from escaping her lips. The closest person she had to sister killed herself seven years ago. She wished her parents would have another child until she was eleven and realized what people had to do to have kids.
"I don't have any siblings. My father was a muggle, I was always interested in anything muggle he would talk about,"
A smile lit her face up as she remember the time her dad took her to muggle London for a week without any magic while her mum was took a trip to France with her girlfriends.
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