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Post by Kaelon N. Reeve on Aug 6, 2007 19:01:26 GMT -5
Kaelon sat himself lightly down on the steps. Rubbing his temples, he sighed deeply, relaxing a little against the banister, and reflected that he needed to shave. Traveling had certainly worn him out--he had traveled here from the western USA, and had had to change flights four times to get here. Flying wasn't exactly physically demanding, but it was tiring; Kaelon was just glad he hadn't chosen to fly by broomstick.
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Post by Gyan Salamanece on Aug 6, 2007 22:50:24 GMT -5
Gyan walked into the Entrace hall, sopping wet from the outside rain and dripping mud everywhere. He had his Nimbus 2008 broomstick in one hand, wand in the other and his muddy quidditch robes on. "Cancel practice...we've had worse" Gyan muttered under his breath.
He took some time to mutter "Scourgify" and clean off the mud from the halls and the bottoms of his shoes. He would have been in a very foul mood had he not just come back from flying, his favorite pastime. Gyan owned the latest model Nimbus, a gift from his brother.
He haddn't noticed the Professor sitting on the stairs.
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Post by Kaelon N. Reeve on Oct 7, 2007 18:21:53 GMT -5
Kaelon blinked lazily at the entrance of the disgruntled-looking student coming into the hall. Still rubbing a fingertip across his stubbly jaw, he raised his eyebrows, inquiring,
"What's up, kiddo?"
Perhaps not the most typical manner for a teacher to address a student, but then again, Kaelon wasn't the most typical teacher.
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Post by Gyan Salamanece on Oct 7, 2007 19:56:33 GMT -5
Gyan turned around and held his broom aloft. "They canceled quidditch practice, sir." He said, a little dissapointment in his voice. He clacked his boots to eachother one at a time. They were clean, but this was out of habit. He looked forward and put his sopping hair out of his eyes.
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Post by Kaelon N. Reeve on Oct 7, 2007 20:16:21 GMT -5
Kaelon grinned gently. "You play? What position?" He stretched languorously, like a big, sinewy cat. "I never had the chance to play sports when I was a kid. I suppose it was technically the fault of the government and the guitar, but... It would've been something I'd have tried."
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Post by Gyan Salamanece on Oct 8, 2007 0:15:16 GMT -5
Gyan grinned. He liked to talk about quidditch. And it seemed this man also shared his interest in guitars. "I'm a Seeker, sir." He said politley. "And true, it is hard to find time for quidditch, homework, and playing guitar, isn't it?"
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Post by Kaelon N. Reeve on Oct 24, 2007 18:07:25 GMT -5
Kaelon let out a soft laugh at the kid's lament, the tips of his oddly long canine teeth showing a little.
"Seeker was always an attractive position. I was always more jealous of the Keeper, though, " he mused. "And as for time... " his expression saddened a little, "There seems to be less and less of it, doesn't there? Between lesson plans and... other engagements..." he said a little mischieviously, "I don't have much time, either." Kaelon looked thoughtful for a moment, then shrugged.
"Ahh, well. So, I don't believe we've met previously? My name is Kaelon. Well... Professor Reeve to you."
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Post by Gyan Salamanece on Oct 25, 2007 17:03:19 GMT -5
Gyan was mildly startled upon hearing the man's title, and nodded politley. "Professor." He acknowledged.
Gyan was tempted to laugh at the snide professors comment towards other engagements, as Gyan was flooded with them himself. He had the feeling he'd like this one.
"So, what exactly do you teach, Professor?"
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Post by Kaelon N. Reeve on Nov 15, 2007 21:46:55 GMT -5
((Dang, I feel dumb, I actually forgot what he teaches. I had to go back and check.))
Leaning back and lacing his fingers behind his head, Kaelon replied, "I'll be picking up Defense Against the Dark Arts. Haleigh seemed really grateful to find someone for the job. ...We'll see how that goes, though; this is the first job I've had since we--" he cut himself off abruptly. "Well... Since I, uh... graduated. Otherwise, all I've done is a whole bunch of concerts with my buddies. Haven't seen them since, though." He looked earnestly at the student. "I honestly have no idea what became of them."
He really didn't, either. Lar's mind had been degenerating badly before he had taken Chelsea and left the hell that had been their home for around eight years, and Jain... Jain had escaped with them, but they had parted company shortly after, and Kaelon hadn't seen him again in the three--almost four years--since.
But he had Chelsea, she was free, and safe, and so was he, and that was what had been most important to him. Still was most important to him. And she was happy. Always and forever.
Shaking himself from his thoughts, he looked again at the student and shrugged deeply.
"Hey-- what's your name, anyway?" It just struck Kaelon that he didn't yet know this.
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Post by Gyan Salamanece on Nov 16, 2007 22:29:17 GMT -5
The corner's of Gyan's mouth tightened as he heard the Professor stammer a bit at first, but he let it go. "My names Gyan, sir. Gyan Salamanece. I'm a Ravenclaw" He said, a polite smile etched on his face. After a small grotesque series of popping joints and such, Gyan strode forward a bit and sat down on the floor in front of the Professor.
If there was going to be conversation, it might as well be comfortable. "Do you know my brother Iggy by any chance?"
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Post by Kaelon N. Reeve on Dec 3, 2007 18:50:37 GMT -5
((Hmm... Just for the sake of not screwing up the other thread, I'll place this one chronologically later than the bar thread.))
Kaelon raised his eyebrows, nodding in recognition. "Yeah, I've met him once. Interesting character..." he grinned. As was his habit, Kaelon didn't typically make any opinions about his acquaintances until he knew them well.
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Post by Gyan Salamanece on Dec 3, 2007 19:23:37 GMT -5
Gyan smiled, glowing slightly with pride on the inside. "Did he happen to have on a necklace with a fang on it?" He asked. As childish as it was, he wanted to know whether the Ceberus fang necklace he made for his brother was a common peice of jewelry for his sibling.
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Post by Kaelon N. Reeve on Dec 7, 2007 19:01:43 GMT -5
Kaelon tapped one forefinger thoughtfully against his lips. "...I don't believe so... Then again, there is a strong possibility that I may not have noticed, " he shrugged, unwilling to rain on the boy's eager parade.
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Post by Gyan Salamanece on Dec 15, 2007 19:49:43 GMT -5
Gyan chuckled slightly. "He's probably kept it hidden. He's usually quite proud, and doesn't let much rain on his parade of pride." He said. After staring at a bug that was crawling up the wall for a few seconds, he turned back to the man and asked a simple question. "Do you know anything about potions?," He inquired, putting on his poker face.
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Post by Kaelon N. Reeve on Dec 15, 2007 23:33:48 GMT -5
Kaelon considered his answer for a moment, and noted that Gyan had replaced his smile with a blank expression rather quickly. "It's not my thing, but I was never exceptionally bad at Potions, " he decided.
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