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Post by Arachne Weaver on Sept 30, 2008 14:38:59 GMT -5
Arachne lowered her eyelashes so she could gaze at his face without him seeing her expressions. There was something in his eyes that intrigued her, he almost seemed offended by her compliment and it made her want to smile. Not that she'd offended him, but that she had found something to offend him with. He apparently either didn't like being thought of as nothing but good looks, or he had more in that head of his than meets the eye. She couldn't wait to get into that head of his, the thought made her grin turn almost preditorail.
"Yes, I was hoping to meet her and ..compare notes since I'll be assistant teaching for Potions. It never hurts to have a friend in the same position." She never really needed friends but she'd been told to become friends with the woman so she would at least on the surface. The woman was probably some goody two shoes that she would detest. Since he'd managed to figure out he wasn't a student she had no reason to really hide what her job would be, at least.. that part of it.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Sept 30, 2008 14:50:14 GMT -5
"Ah," Rabastan said, motioning back down the stairwell that they had come from. "Well, you just missed Potions," he teased lightly, smiling at her.
"Bellatrix is a good friend of mine, actually," he said. "Though... I'm not sure how..." he trailed off, deciding that he needed to be careful what he said. "You might have very different styles of assisting. And don't be put off if she's not exactly welcoming."
Being from Durmstrangs, though, she had to be tough, at least enough to get past a first meeting with his future sister in law.
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Post by Arachne Weaver on Sept 30, 2008 14:59:45 GMT -5
"Well then it must be my lucky day, if you're such a good friend of hers. Maybe you can rescue me from more than being lost." She let the last of that speak volumes, with more than a few meanings left between the unspoken words. However she did not look like a damsel in distress. Instead she looked like she was more a temptress who might enjoy being lost as she smiled at him.
They might indeed have different styles of teaching, Arachne was the helpful sort if by helpful you mean helping herself or those she wanted something from. She really did detest children.. but this guy was not a child, he was a man even if he was still a student. She wondered what it was he craved.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 2, 2008 3:05:04 GMT -5
"I never qualified what kind of distress I require my damsels to be in," Rabastan told her with a smile. "If you need rescuing, I'm your knight in shining armor." He felt like he should hand her a business card or something of the sort.
"The class room isn't actually too far away," he added, "But if she's not there, I can show you were the staff quarters are too... assuming you haven't seen them yet?"
He was still caught up in her own personality, and he felt like, given the right direction to go on, she could be the female version of him.
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Post by Arachne Weaver on Oct 2, 2008 3:13:37 GMT -5
"And who would rescue me from you?" she almost purred it, almost. Instead she lowered her eyes again as if in distress, but in the next instant her hand moved to his shoulder and her black lacquered nail trailed down his arm. "I have a feeling you know how to rescue a woman as well as a damsel."
She'd seen the staff rooms already, but she wouldn't mind an escort either. "You could always escort me to the staff rooms though, just to make sure I don't get lost along the way." This time she did purr but it was so quiet he would barely be able to hear it if at all.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 2, 2008 6:02:11 GMT -5
Rabastan gave her a faux insulted look, like her words had truly wounded him.
"Do I look like the kind of guy you need to be rescued from?" He asked, and his look slowly turned into a small. "I assure you, I have only the best of attentions.
He was playing everything cool, but inwardly, he wasn't quite sure how to handle her own advances. He simply wasn't used to them, and he felt a slight need to outdo her.
He stepped up closer to her. "Maybe it'd be better if you did get lost along the way..." he trailed off suggestively.
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Post by Arachne Weaver on Oct 2, 2008 8:25:47 GMT -5
Rabastan looked like a fallen angel and Arachne wanted to tempt the devil in his eyes. Most men were easy prey with the right words but he seemed to give as good as he got and she found herself enjoying the veiled banter he seemed to let roll off his tongue like honey.
"If we get lost, then who is going to rescue you from me?" She took a step closer to him, although her face looked almost soft and supple, her lips full and slightly parted.. but her eyes held that smokey mystery in their seemingly innocent blue depths, though they matched the movement of her body in intent. She didn't veil her eyes though her long dark lashes seemed to stand out more because of her pale skin and eyes, as much as her raven black hair did. Her body was slender, graceful, strong and curved in all the right places... and she pretended not to know it.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 2, 2008 16:05:40 GMT -5
He met her step even as she was taking it, and his eyes issued a challange. The banter seemed to have turned a bit more heated all of a sudden, but maybe it was just him.
"Why ever would you think I'd want to be rescued?" He asked, one eyebrow going up. He barely knew this girl, not that that had ever stopped him, but he was intrigued. Very much so, actually, and... damn Andromeda. He could do nothing about it.
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Post by Arachne Weaver on Oct 2, 2008 16:30:49 GMT -5
Arachne let a smile play on her lips at his words and with a barest of touches to the inside of his wrist she took a step away and towards his side... she didn't answer his question but a look of promise flashed in her eyes for only a moment as if to say that he'd enjoy it if he did get lost. But then she spoke... "Lead on, my knight in shining armor..." Her voice was still a barest of whispers.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 2, 2008 22:23:36 GMT -5
For a moment, he considered not even taking her to the Defense room. It would be so much more enjoyable to get her lost somewhere in this castle, and the fact that she had him entranced said a lot for her, even in Rabastan's eyes.
But he would hold off... he had to keep her interested. That's how his game worked.
"We're nearly there," he announced.
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Post by Arachne Weaver on Oct 2, 2008 22:38:16 GMT -5
Arachne walked beside him, her heels clicking on the stone tile. She didn't usually wear heels unless she wanted to be seen. Today she had known she'd be meeting someone interesting and she had made sure to dress for the occasion. She was shorter than Rabastan but with heels she stood almost level with him... almost. He was still a few inches taller, and she wondered if his chest might be muscular under his robes. She suspected it was. Her thoughts were evaluating him inch by inch as he walked next to her. Her head was forward but her eyes on him. She was intrigued by him, and she did love solving a puzzle.
"Well at least you know your way around the castle it seems. What else do you know your way around?" She said in a silky voice.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 2, 2008 23:07:30 GMT -5
She was baiting him with a question like that, and they both knew it. Now all that was left to decide was how he was going to use it... be caught like a fly in a web or try and fight?
He was quiet until they turned down the next hall.
"I could know my way around you pretty well," he inferred before opening a door. "The Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom."
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Post by Arachne Weaver on Oct 2, 2008 23:16:33 GMT -5
She didn't doubt his statement, but was even more interested that he'd knowingly taken bait. The fact that he did it right as they entered the classroom gave him credit though for timing his answer with his own escape from the web. He was good, and she found herself flashing her eyes at him but not responding to his obvious awareness of the situation. So he liked to play games did he? She knew just the game to play, though for the moment she stepped into the classroom in front of him. She saw the woman in the room but waited for Rabastan to make introductions since she wasn't sure if this was Bellatrix or perhaps the professor. She had not been given a description of Bellatrix yet.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 2, 2008 23:23:52 GMT -5
Rabastan tore his eyes from her, scanning the room and spotting his brother's fiance.
"Bella, my love," he said fondly, catching her attention. "Do you have a minute for me?"
(sorry this was so short)
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Oct 3, 2008 23:39:16 GMT -5
Bellatrix was grading papers, one of the more tedious tasks assigned to her as the Defense Against the Dark Arts teaching assistant. She could easily tell which papers belonged to the Ravenclaw students without even looking at the name at the top of the parchment. It was ridiculious how much they wrote for a simple question. Rothschild would have given them extra points for their thoroughness, but if Bellatrix had had her way she would have docked points. In the end, she gave them the same amounts of points as the less enthusiastic answers from students of the other houses.
So she was glad for the interruption when Rabastan came in, yet another girl in tow. The girl was an unfamiliar face, probably a new student. But she looked old enough to be at least seventh year, maybe older and in that case she was likely yet another new professor. "Sure," she said warily, eying the girl with him.
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Post by Rabastan Lestrange on Oct 4, 2008 7:39:32 GMT -5
Rabastan smiled inwardly at the look she was giving the other girl. He really should work on that reputation of his... but why? The girls he did persue always wanted to believe they could change him, so why take away their chance?
"This is Arachne..." he turned to look at her. "I don;t believe I caught your last name," he said, giving her the oppertunity to supply it before he turned back to Bella. "She's a teaching assistant for Slughorn. She wanted to meet you."
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Post by Arachne Weaver on Oct 4, 2008 12:25:32 GMT -5
Arachne let her entire personality seem to change, it didn't matter to her if the man thought she was one way with him in private and another in public. There was no harm in her opinion and she did need to keep up her persona with the staff and other students at least. Especially until she got to know what type of person they were. She was still trying to figure out why she was supposed to watch this woman.
"Weaver" she responded as soon as he asked her last name. She had no reason to hide it. However it occurred to her she hadn't gotten his last name either. Not that hit mattered she would find out as soon as she saw the potions class roster when she met with Professor Slughorn. "It's a pleasure to meet you Ms. Black, I was told I should speak with you since we'll be essentially doing the same job and as I yet don't know anyone here to talk to, I could use a friend who I've heard has good breeding. Of course that was before I met this charming student who said he knew you and was gracious enough to escort me to find your class room." She gave the essential sweet and gracious woman routine that she had perfected many years ago. Inside however she was evaluating the woman and her responses with a calculating thought. She left her hand tucked into Rabastan's arm however and her thumb which was hidden from Bella's gaze was slowly moving up and down his arm.
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Oct 5, 2008 12:13:26 GMT -5
Bellatrix raised an eyebrow when Rabastan introduced the woman. She was Slughorn's teaching assistant, the old coot must have been slipping to need an assistant. He hadn't had one before when she was going to Hogwarts. Dumbledore just needed to get some new professors, it would be cheaper.
Bellatrix rose from her seat behind the professor's desk and walked toward Arachne. Her long black robes swayed with the movement of her hips. Her sharp, black shoes were loud on the stone floor. She extended her hand toward the woman. "A pleasure," she said with a dull smile.
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Post by Arachne Weaver on Oct 5, 2008 12:45:52 GMT -5
Arachne held out her hand to meet with Bella's and shook her hand with the prim propriety that was well practiced in high society circles. If nothing else, she knew how to fit into a role and she'd decided on the sweet society helpful assistant tact. People underestimated you when they didn't expect you to be anything more than a creature of society with a soft heart. It was a complete sham of course.. oh she had money and loved being in the height of society and fashion.. but she did not have a soft heart, nor was she ever sweet unless she wanted to be.
"So tell me, Bellatrix what made you drew you to this profession? Are you intending to become a professor yourself?" It seemed like a good topic to start with. She was still trying to figure out why this dull looking woman, beautiful but dull, was a subject of Mr. Rookwood's interest.
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Post by Bellatrix Black on Oct 5, 2008 13:31:37 GMT -5
She didn't know this woman at all, and certainly not well enough to get into the particulars of why she was here at Hogwarts. Even if her reasons were not sinister. But she couldn't afford to be rude to another Hogwarts staff member, so she lied as she had so many times before. "I'm not quite sure where my life will be heading, but while I figure it out I thought I would give back to the school that taught me so much. And since I've not got my professor's permit, being an assistant was the best I could do while still holding a respectable position."
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