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Post by carlisle on Sept 13, 2008 22:11:21 GMT -5
Carlisle smiled pleasantly at the student as she approached his desk."Yes Miss Montgomery? What can I help you with?"
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Samantha Montgomery
Sixth Year[M:10]
We do not choose love. It claims each man as it will.
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Post by Samantha Montgomery on Sept 13, 2008 22:21:45 GMT -5
She wanted to hand her homework in now, if only because she didn't want to misplace it before next week, not that she was prone to losing things like Ravenclaws, smart but clumsy, no she was fiercely organized, but it was just one more thing to think about that she just didn't care to. Still that wasn't the reason she was at his desk.
"I'm sorry for attending class late, I simply wanted to make sure that I would be allowed to be added to the roster? And whether or not I should show up for the next class."
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Post by carlisle on Sept 13, 2008 22:38:36 GMT -5
He found the note she had given him earlier and he read over it quickly. "Ah, yes. Of course you'll be added Miss Montgomery. I hope to see you in the next class. On time." He smiled comfortingly at her.
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Samantha Montgomery
Sixth Year[M:10]
We do not choose love. It claims each man as it will.
Posts: 1,542
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Post by Samantha Montgomery on Sept 13, 2008 22:43:49 GMT -5
She nodded, "Yes sir, I won't lose my way again." she didn't take into account the rotating stairs, but she would do just fine. With a smile and a curtsy she dipped, rose and turned around to go and gather her things.
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Post by carlisle on Sept 14, 2008 21:12:12 GMT -5
"Very good then." He let the girl go while he erased the blackboard with a charm. After it was wiped clean he began to straighten the rest of his desk. It seemed no one else needed to speak with him and soon the room was empty.
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Post by Amadora Macrae on Sept 14, 2008 21:32:18 GMT -5
An enchanted paper airplane memo came flying into the classroom as the students all left and landed itself on the professor's desk. Inscribed within it was a love poem...
Your eyes pierce my heart, Your smile makes me yearn, You are my love, my life, And you make my body burn.
I'll see you tonight my love, Dora
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Post by carlisle on Sept 14, 2008 21:57:12 GMT -5
The little note landed lightly on the desk and Carlisle instantly smiled. He unfolded the paper and read the poem inside. Dora, his Dora, was the most perfect woman on the face of the planet. There hadn't been a day that passed since they were married that he didn't feel humbled by her heart, mind, and beauty. He didn't deserve her.
He finished in the classroom and pocketed the love note as he left the room. He had to stop by his office before dinner, it was his required office time so that the students could speak with him if they needed. Unfortunately this meant he would not be able to see Dora until supper time. But she understood the requirements of his post and had never once complained.
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