Pivoting Chairs and Mumblings
After Aletta was finished speaking with the kind, nearly headless ghost, she decided that she would like to take a look around the classroom she would be teaching in.
"Uncle Albus!" she called down the table.
Each of the professors turned toward her and she felt a bit discomfited and flustered. Albus was also looking at her, but with more warmth than the others. Aletta didn't dare turn to look at the stone wolf next to her, but she felt his eyes oxidizing chasms into her bare skin. The pressure was too great and she said as quickly as she could, "May I be excused so I will be able to survey my classroom before tomorrow?"
"Of course, dear," he answered gently with his eyes looking as though they were ablaze with twinkling stars.
Aletta nodded to him and stood up from her seat, her arm accidentally brushing her fork onto the ground. Aletta leaned over and grasped it, realizing that someone else had already clutched it. She didn't know why, but she still hadn't withdrawn her hand that was now resting on top of the other person's. She noted how it was remarkably warm and rough. Aletta was then suddenly aware of the hot breath in her ear. She was brought back to Earth and removed her hand swiftly. As she stood back up, she peered down at the only man who had caused her grief since she had set foot in Hogwarts. He was holding her fork in his outstretched right hand.
"You dropped this," he droned cynically as she detached it from his hand and thrust it back onto the table.
"Thank you," she cussed as she whipped around and paced toward the entrance of the Great Hall. Before she exited, she glanced around to see his expression. He had a look of utter infuriation. Good, she thought, and she continued her way through the massive doors.
Aletta found her classroom to be astronomic. There were five rows of desks that could seat two, and each row held four desks. Forty students! She hoped that not all of her classes would be jammed with forty students! She couldn't bear the sight, not to mention the sound, of a class glutted with forty delirious, blatant students. Aletta felt nauseated at the thought. How would she survive? But don't jump to conclusions, she thought, you might not even have twenty students in one class! Aletta's agitation slightly subsided at the thought. She then was suddenly aware of a desk at the front of the room. She walked over to it and ran her hand delicately over the fine oak. She sat down in the chair and swiveled around a couple times. Aletta was, supposedly, enjoying it a bit too much and started to swivel faster. One firm push led to another and she found herself flat on the ground.
"Those chairs are misleading," a silky, soft voice said from in front of her desk. She looked up at him, and he was now leaning over the desk to gaze upon her ruffled form on the ground. But he seemed to be looking at her waist. Aletta suddenly realized that her dress had ridden up and was showing a bit too much of her tan, silky thigh. Immediately, she pulled it down and saw him smirk. Bastard, she thought intensely. She couldn't suppress the soft blush that was now forming on her cheeks, or the tingling sensation in her body. Realizing she was still on the ground, and that he was still leering at her, she pushed herself up onto her knees so she could stand up. When she stood up to her full height, she remembered what he had said to her.
"Misleading?" she said questionably. "How so?"
"Well, I can't even begin to tell you how many professors and students I had seen fly out of that chair. It is quite amusing on my part," he purred.
"Oh really?" she said. "Well, then are you to say that you have also had the pleasure of pivoting in this chair?"
"Of course not," he snapped. "I don't do such childish things!"
Aletta murmured, "No surprise there."
"What?" he snarled as his cold black eyes searched hers.
"Oh nothing," she mumbled. "Now why are you here, exactly?"
"The Headmaster wanted me to check up on you," he confirmed, rolling his eyes in the process.
"Okay then," she jested as she turned around in a circle, her arms stretched out. "Have you got me all checked out now? Good. Well than I suggest you use the door to take your leave. I have some lesson plans to prepare."
"You are a procrastinator, I see," he murmured as he turned to leave.
"Only to piss you off," she mumbled at his back as she sat down in, which now was, her favorite chair.
"What?" he asked as he swept around to face her.
"Nothing," she said with a mock, innocent look. "You may go," she added softly with wide eyes as if he was dense.
"I hope you dream of nothing but candy and rainbows," she mumbled again to his back.
She heard him growl and she took that as a sign that he had heard her.
"You heard that alright, didn't you?" she murmured loudly as he slammed the door.
Aletta couldn't help but giggle.
After Aletta was finished speaking with the kind, nearly headless ghost, she decided that she would like to take a look around the classroom she would be teaching in.
"Uncle Albus!" she called down the table.
Each of the professors turned toward her and she felt a bit discomfited and flustered. Albus was also looking at her, but with more warmth than the others. Aletta didn't dare turn to look at the stone wolf next to her, but she felt his eyes oxidizing chasms into her bare skin. The pressure was too great and she said as quickly as she could, "May I be excused so I will be able to survey my classroom before tomorrow?"
"Of course, dear," he answered gently with his eyes looking as though they were ablaze with twinkling stars.
Aletta nodded to him and stood up from her seat, her arm accidentally brushing her fork onto the ground. Aletta leaned over and grasped it, realizing that someone else had already clutched it. She didn't know why, but she still hadn't withdrawn her hand that was now resting on top of the other person's. She noted how it was remarkably warm and rough. Aletta was then suddenly aware of the hot breath in her ear. She was brought back to Earth and removed her hand swiftly. As she stood back up, she peered down at the only man who had caused her grief since she had set foot in Hogwarts. He was holding her fork in his outstretched right hand.
"You dropped this," he droned cynically as she detached it from his hand and thrust it back onto the table.
"Thank you," she cussed as she whipped around and paced toward the entrance of the Great Hall. Before she exited, she glanced around to see his expression. He had a look of utter infuriation. Good, she thought, and she continued her way through the massive doors.
Aletta found her classroom to be astronomic. There were five rows of desks that could seat two, and each row held four desks. Forty students! She hoped that not all of her classes would be jammed with forty students! She couldn't bear the sight, not to mention the sound, of a class glutted with forty delirious, blatant students. Aletta felt nauseated at the thought. How would she survive? But don't jump to conclusions, she thought, you might not even have twenty students in one class! Aletta's agitation slightly subsided at the thought. She then was suddenly aware of a desk at the front of the room. She walked over to it and ran her hand delicately over the fine oak. She sat down in the chair and swiveled around a couple times. Aletta was, supposedly, enjoying it a bit too much and started to swivel faster. One firm push led to another and she found herself flat on the ground.
"Those chairs are misleading," a silky, soft voice said from in front of her desk. She looked up at him, and he was now leaning over the desk to gaze upon her ruffled form on the ground. But he seemed to be looking at her waist. Aletta suddenly realized that her dress had ridden up and was showing a bit too much of her tan, silky thigh. Immediately, she pulled it down and saw him smirk. Bastard, she thought intensely. She couldn't suppress the soft blush that was now forming on her cheeks, or the tingling sensation in her body. Realizing she was still on the ground, and that he was still leering at her, she pushed herself up onto her knees so she could stand up. When she stood up to her full height, she remembered what he had said to her.
"Misleading?" she said questionably. "How so?"
"Well, I can't even begin to tell you how many professors and students I had seen fly out of that chair. It is quite amusing on my part," he purred.
"Oh really?" she said. "Well, then are you to say that you have also had the pleasure of pivoting in this chair?"
"Of course not," he snapped. "I don't do such childish things!"
Aletta murmured, "No surprise there."
"What?" he snarled as his cold black eyes searched hers.
"Oh nothing," she mumbled. "Now why are you here, exactly?"
"The Headmaster wanted me to check up on you," he confirmed, rolling his eyes in the process.
"Okay then," she jested as she turned around in a circle, her arms stretched out. "Have you got me all checked out now? Good. Well than I suggest you use the door to take your leave. I have some lesson plans to prepare."
"You are a procrastinator, I see," he murmured as he turned to leave.
"Only to piss you off," she mumbled at his back as she sat down in, which now was, her favorite chair.
"What?" he asked as he swept around to face her.
"Nothing," she said with a mock, innocent look. "You may go," she added softly with wide eyes as if he was dense.
"I hope you dream of nothing but candy and rainbows," she mumbled again to his back.
She heard him growl and she took that as a sign that he had heard her.
"You heard that alright, didn't you?" she murmured loudly as he slammed the door.
Aletta couldn't help but giggle.
