Swift And Smart, But Strangers. (Open)

[professor sythe du la tombes]

IF WE RUN THIS LIGHT TAKE A LITTLE LIFE
no one will care at all

w e c a n b u r n i t a n d l e a v e
FOR WE ARE THE BEAUTIFUL THEIVES
a n d n o o n e s u s p e c t s a t a l l

What a beautiful day.

Hazel eyes stared over the open court yard, its grass a luscious green, owls could be heard giving their calls in the air, had it been mail time? That time of the day again already? Or perhaps it had just been for a few special cases, Professor Tombes hadn’t known of? The name had given her a beautiful smile on her face, Professor she, had been one..at the most prestigious universities of all times. Sythe Du La Tombes, she had been a Wizarding Professor...her something that she thought she never could be..but here she was. Her eyes scanned over the beautiful, old building. The stone a slate gray, but it made her- and she was sure the students in it also, feel secure..safe. Her hair had been down on such a lovely day, the ebony locks long and reaching to her shoulder blades, she would have normally kept it up, but seeing as she hadn’t had class today- she had no need to keep it up, it wasn’t as if she was going to have a magical duel any time soon- no matter how exciting it would be.

Being here had been excitement enough, she would have been curious to how many RavenClaw students there would be. Her eyes had been glistening with curiosity, that anyone would be able to see from a mile away, her own mind busy with excited thoughts, of teaching someone to be able to defend their selves, but not only that..but peers looking towards her with such knowledge, she moved across the courtyard, to anyone- it would appear this young lady could be a student, no wrinkles on her skin, her silky robe dragging on the ground after her, she had heels on- Sythe did always enjoy her heels, she could run full speed in them if she needed too, stopping in the middle of the courtyard. She paused, and for a moment her eyes held almost an eerie glare about them, as she tilted her head slightly, to look up to the sky, beautiful white clouds lazily drifted across the blue sky.

She would grip at her robes, showing a royal blue on the inside of them, such blue had only made the woman seem not only beautiful- but also seemed to show which House she supported- which house she had been head of- Ravenclaw. She would move to sit on a small cobblestone wall, flowers and perhaps other herbs had been growing behind her, her eyes slowly glancing over them, too the untrained eyes- Sythe would appear to be daydreaming, however to the trained eyes could tell, that the woman had a clear understanding of her area, choosing the ledge closest to the back of the courtyard, able to see anything incoming or leaving, her back to the wall of the building.

Perhaps she didn’t care to seem, observant- or perhaps this had been her version of being relaxed or at peace- what else could a person expect from the teacher who taught,Defense Against the Dark arts, a soft sigh would escape past her lips, exhaling any tension that would be caught inside her- however the excitement had been forever hopping around in her stomach, creating butterflies. Her eyes slowly looked down,her smile didn’t seem to falter.

Welcome to Hogwarts.

``NOTES! Sythe's first post. x3
``STATUS! complete
``MUSE! My Muses are devouring my brains...i need posts x.x
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``WORD COUNT! Five Hundred- Sixty-Seven
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[professor rachel hawthorne]

Rachel couldn't help but smile.  She had made her dream of becoming a professor here at Hogwarts come true at last.  Not only that, but she had became the Head of Hufflepuff house too.  If only she was back home right now to share the news with her mum and dad.

Walking into the courtyard, Rachel shaded her eyes at the sun's glare.  Looking about, she spotted another woman who she recognized as the new Head of Ravenclaw.   Not knowing her name, the young professor gripped her bright yellow robes around her and started forward towards the other woman.

However upon reaching the other professor, Rachel was momentarily interrupted and distracted by the plants growing nearby.  Slightly forgetting about the woman that was standing nearby, the Herbology professor squatted down onto her knees to get a better look at the vegetation.

[professor sythe du la tombes]

IF WE RUN THIS LIGHT TAKE A LITTLE LIFE
no one will care at all

w e c a n b u r n i t a n d l e a v e
FOR WE ARE THE BEAUTIFUL THEIVES
a n d n o o n e s u s p e c t s a t a l l

Soft foot steps, her ears would twitch lightly, yet she would not look to the woman, she hadn’t exactly known anyone here as of yet, but.. Sythe had a slight feeling that despite, the young woman’s appearance- she had also been a teacher, her peripherals glancing over the blond, she had been walking towards, Sythe. A new acquittance? Perhaps a friend, even. Sythe paused, and then the woman stopped, had she ever been curious about Sythe, or perhaps she had been giving herself a complex? She laughed softly at the thought, and stood up slowly- moving to meet the woman. Her heels gave her height, so she’d appear a bit taller then most people, Sythe herself had only been five feet and six inches, her heels gave her another inch, some even gave her two inches. She paused, and glanced to the small patches of plants growing. Sythe knew most of them, but her favorite of all had been sage. She glanced to the woman, ”Hello..”

She would pause and glance back to the sage, ”The only one there, I know extensively about is sage. she spoke with a shrug, as she pointed her finger to the small patch of sage plants in the area, in all honesty- herbs hadn’t been her thing.. well besides the basics..and the stuff needed to make wolfsbane had been a big one also. She paused and looked to the teacher. She gave a soft smile, as her eyes went over the woman, looking her over- examining her as if the woman had been another race, well..for Sythe..that had technically been true. ”M’jema-” she caught herself, it had been a quirky habit of hers, when she got excited she tended to spout her native tongue; it had been French. Of course.. not everybody had been fluent in such the language. She laughed at herself, scratching the back of her head.

”I am Professor Sythe Du La Tombes, Head of the Ravenclaw house, and I also teach defense of the dark arts.” she spoke in a polite tone, her eyes once they had been done scanning over the woman, would stare directly in the blonde’s eyes, the hazel eyes had a friendly coat over them, but Sythe’s guard wasn’t let down- in fact..there had been few in which she had exactly felt comfortable enough to let her guard down, but this did not change the pleasant aura that came from the olive colored teacher, her tilting her head slightly- almost like a curious dog, her black locks falling in front of her face momentarily, before she would blow it out of her face, with a laugh- she always swore to herself she’d cut her hair- never did really.

”Et toi?....Oh, sorry. I mean, and yourself?” she gave another pleasant laugh.

 

``NOTES! YAYY posties x3 Sythe is a bit friendly, that and she tends to speak french xD
``STATUS! complete
``MUSE! Still rabid
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``WORD COUNT! Four hundred and Ninety Five
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[professor rachel hawthorne]

It seems that Rachel had been too absorbed into checking out the plants that she jumped a little at the sound of a female's voice. Looking up, she was startled that the woman she had been meaning to go and talk to was now right in front of her. Memory rushed back to her previous intentions. Nodding to the other woman, she said, "Hello to you too."

Rachel noticed that the woman was too looking at the plants and when she mentioned that one of them was a sage plant, she smiled and nodded her head. "Yes indeed. Those plants that you are pointing to are indeed sage." She then pointed to a patch just a little further off and murmured, "And those there are mint plants."

Hearing something else come out of the woman's mouth, Rachel's eyebrows plucker together slightly. "Pardon me?" But then she smiled and said in respond to Sythe's introduction. "Nice to meet you Sythe. I am Professor Rachel Hawthorne, head of Hufflepuff and the new Herbology professor here."

Rachel could see that Sythe was being polite, but she could tell that she was also being cautious as well. Her blue eyes searched the other woman's hazel eyes curiously. This woman was rather mysterious, but Rachel for one, loved a good mystery.

[professor sythe du la tombes]

IF WE RUN THIS LIGHT TAKE A LITTLE LIFE
no one will care at all

w e c a n b u r n i t a n d l e a v e
FOR WE ARE THE BEAUTIFUL THEIVES
a n d n o o n e s u s p e c t s a t a l l

Sythe listened as she stared to the woman, and her eyes would widen ever so slightly. Head of Hufflepuff house, and the new herbology teacher? That had been rather convenient, her eyes narrowing slightly to the mint plant, her hands moving over the patch, and picking a small leaf off of one of them to smell it, it had indeed been mint, she would look to the herbology teacher, ”Would you prefer Rachel..or shall I go with more of a professional approach?” she questioned, as she would look to the plants.

She would take a few steps back, as she glanced around. She had too see if the woman had monkshood, or aconite. She would smile softly, ”My mother, had been rather well in the herbology area, would you so terribly mind if I could take a look at you’re herb garden?” she asked, with a raised eyebrow- surely an establishment like the Hogwarts would have what she needed- she had been sure of it. She would then look back to the Professor, ”It is also relaxing to know, that I am not the only new Professor here.” she spoke with a soft laugh.

Of course, Sythe had to be a bit..sneaky. She couldn’t just be like, ’Well, i’m a werewolf, and i plan on using some of your herbs to make wolfsbane!’....yeah.. that’d be something she’d have to ease into. Of course, it would have been just easier too grow the herbs herself, but unlike her mother and her sister- who seemed to be natural green thumbs..it just seemed anything Sythe could touch..would just shrivel up and die. Perhaps that had been another curse that came with being a werewolf. She would hear her stomach let out almost an unholy growl, surely enough- the other teacher would be able to hear it, she gave a soft chuckle- she had forgotten she had not eaten today.

”Do not mind that..” she spoke patting her stomach, with a smile, a soft breeze would go through the air- stirring up her dark locks, and no doubt the teacher’s golden hair also, she would move to sit down, patting the seat next to her- well on the ledge, just in front of the plants. ”Did you go to this school?” she questioned, yes- Sythe had been just interested in almost all of her peers- so questioning them as if they were in an interrogation room was something she did, it wasn’t as if she had been trying to be rude, or over step her boundaries- it had just been something she would do, she’d like to figure out about everyone, and she could do it with or without them knowing, and this woman had been a teacher that Sythe had needed to befriend, but not just for herself- for the safety of others and everyone in this school.

She couldn’t blow this, she wouldn’t allow herself too.

”I went to Beauxbatons, so..everything is a bit different here..then what I am use too.” If Rachel would know about that school, it would also make sense that Sythe had tried to introduce herself in French- the school being located somewhere near there. Sythe’s eyes scanned over the open court yard quiet noticeably , she could see students- clumped together in trios or duos, just scurrying along- on their own agenda..she couldn’t help but to hope that some of them- had joined her class..that some of them had been just excited as her too teach.

``NOTES! Funfact! Monkshood and Aconite, are key ingredients to making wolfsbane(the potion)
``STATUS! complete
``MUSE! Pretty good, just woke up so, they are still stirring a bit. 
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[professor rachel hawthorne]

Rachel found it a bit odd and a little unnerving when Sythe's eyes widen when she said that she was the Herbology professor. She tried to compose her features to not show that she was slightly confused by the reaction. When Sythe asked if whether or not she should call her Rachel, the young woman smiled and chuckled softly. "Rachel is fine. Calling me anything else makes me feel that I'm older than I am." She responded that a shrug of her shoulders.

At Sythe's comment about her mother, Rachel blinked and murmured, "Oh is that so? Both of my mum and dad were Herbologists too." She then nodded her head in the woman's other question. "Sure if you want. I have nothing to hide. Besides it's school property no?" Part of her was curious to why Sythe wanted to see her garden, but another part of her told her to be silent about it. Laughing she then said, "Yes indeed. I too was worried that I might be the only new professor here."

When a sudden loud growl was heard, Rachel jumped a little and looked around for the noise. She managed a small laugh when Sythe patted her stomach and told her not to worry about the noise. Following the other professor to the bench, the woman sat down next to her.

"Oh yes, I did go to this school when I was younger. In fact I just graduated two years ago as a Hufflepuff." Rachel responded to Sythe's question to whether or not she used to come here.

When Sythe said that she had came from Beauxbatons, Rachel made a noise of content. "Ah, now I understand. I knew that words was suppose to be French. I wasn't so sure so I kept quite. So why are you here now?" She continued hoping not to offend her new acquaintance.

[professor sythe du la tombes]

IF WE RUN THIS LIGHT TAKE A LITTLE LIFE
no one will care at all

w e c a n b u r n i t a n d l e a v e
FOR WE ARE THE BEAUTIFUL THEIVES
a n d n o o n e s u s p e c t s a t a l l

Confusion seemed to fill Miss Rachel’s eyes for merely a moment, before she gave a soft chuckle, Sythe nodded her head- she could see where the young teacher had been coming from with that. She’d assume that most of the Professors here had been rather old, and some as young as the two had been- Sythe had assumed Rachel had been in her mid to early twenties, and Sythe herself only being twenty four..well it had been interesting. Sythe on the other hand, noticed that the Professor status had been just that, a status symbol, a word that differentiated the students from the teachers, and she didn’t care if it made her sound, or seem old.

Her smile had never died, even throughout the entire time- it had been a coy thing, as if a thousand secrets could pass through her lips at any time, yet at the same time it would seem as if there had been a danger that had been lurking in the deepest depths of her eyes, the closest thing that could be explained about Professor Tombes aura had been that of a black hole, curious to most, yet the possibilities behind it could be endless- along with the dangers that came hand and hand with it. She paused, and tilted her head slightly again, almost in a dog like manner- like a confused puppy, how interesting.

”Oh? I see, my sister follows my mother’s path with herbology and what not, I’m afraid- I didn’t gain that trait from her.” she laughed at her own faults, ”The only plants i’ve successfully grown have been weeds.” she laughed, scratching the back of her head, ”And now that I think about it.. I think I even managed to kill them.” she laughed again, and stretched out her arms slightly, moving them above her head, the sound of her spine cracking along with her back could be heard, she would give a soft sigh of relief.”Thank you, i’ll be sure to stop by some time.” she spoke, her eyes moving to rest on Rachel yet again.

She paused at the question. ”Well you see.. my father had gone here. He had been a Slytherin, I believe.” she spoke, and paused. ”He passed away a while ago.” she spoke, and looked to the ground. ”I made a promise to him, and myself that day, and that promise led me here.” she paused, her thoughts going back to that cold,night. It was almost as if it had been snowing here- clearly it hadn’t; considering the nice warm breeze that would occasionally whisper in their ears, and for a moment.. her smile would slowly falter,only for a moment- before regaining it’s proudful stance, and she looked to her,”It’s an odd habit I can’t seem to break..” she laughed, crossing her legs as she leaned back on the bench.

”I get excited, and my mind goes on autopilot, and there I go: Spouting a thousand words in French at people who probably don’t speak it.” she gave another laugh. ”What about yourself? What makes you so interested in herbs?” she rose an eyebrow, it seemed both of the two women had been trying to get information out of eachother- Sythe didn’t mind though, she figured, an eye for an eye?

``NOTES! I think Sythe is starting to like her x3
``STATUS! complete
``MUSE! Rather active 
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[professor rachel hawthorne]

Rachel nodded her head in responds to Sythe's words. So her sisters as well were Herbologists too, how interesting. She then made a soft sympathetic cluck of her tongue. "There, there. Not everyone can grow plants. Besides I'm sure you are way better in the Dark Arts then most people, even me." The young woman said softly, trying to comfort the other woman.

However it seems that Sythe wasn't at all sad about her not ability to work with plants, in fact she was laughing about it. Rachel politely nodded her head along, not knowing whether to laugh or not.

When the woman thanked her for allowing her to visit her herb garden, the Hufflepuff Head shook her head. "No need to thank me Sythe. I am happy to share what I have and can do with you or the matter of fact everyone else too."

As Sythe talked about why she was here, Rachel bit her lips at the other woman's part about her father. "Oh my condolences. I am sorry, I didn't know." She then shook her head. "Oh no, don't worry about speaking French to me. Even thought I won't understand it, I don't think it's odd at all."

Hearing Sythe ask her why she was interested in herb, Rachel laughed and said honestly, "To tell you the truth Sythe, I really have no idea. I guess it was in my blood and watching my parents tend to plants, I naturally just pick the skill up. After awhile, I guess I fell in love with it."

[professor sythe du la tombes]

IF WE RUN THIS LIGHT TAKE A LITTLE LIFE
no one will care at all

w e c a n b u r n i t a n d l e a v e
FOR WE ARE THE BEAUTIFUL THEIVES
a n d n o o n e s u s p e c t s a t a l l

Sythe smiled, that had been exactly what she wanted to hear. Victory, of course she’d have to ask for the ingredients slowly at the time, as stated before- telling people that you were a werewolf.. often ended up badly. She was surprised that the Head Mistress actually allowed her to come here, she even stated it too her in the resume, plenty of times. She crossed her legs again, her stomach letting out another menacing growl. Food was something she ate in vast quantities, it was another part of being infected. She rubbed her stomach again, standing up slightly. ”Do not fret, he died long ago.” she spoke calmly, as she looked to the ground, giving a soft sigh.

”Well, I am growing more and more hungry by the moment.” she laughed softly, her eyes glancing around a bit. ”It was nice meeting you.” she spoke as she nodded her head slightly, ”But if I don’t feed myself soon, i’m afraid my stomach will begin to eat itself, and work it’s way up.” she laughed against patting her stomach. Sythe had been one of those people, who ate everything in sight and didn’t gain a pound extra, her metabolism too fast for a normal human- let alone wizard body. She moved to stand up, and paused- she had been forgetting something, her fingers moving to tap along her chin, as she looked to Rachel.

”Oh yes! I hope you don’t mind I stop by in a few days, I have a few more things i’d like to tend to first.” she spoke with a nod of her head, it wouldn’t be a full moon for a while now,so she didn’t need to start on the potion for maybe a week, she wouldn’t push it longer then that. ”It was nice meeting you. “ she added, moving her fingers through her dark hair, as she moved to turn around, her foot steps not even audible as she moved against the ground, she paused suddenly, about half way across the court yard. ”I hope to speak to you again.” she spoke finally,before walking off, down the hallway, where she could already smell food.

Oh Glorious food! It didn’t have to wait for her any longer.

``NOTES! And off she goes~
``STATUS! complete, and exit thread ^^
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[professor rachel hawthorne]

Rachel nodded her head a little when Sythe told her not to worry about the fact at the other woman's father was dead a long time ago. However it wasn't like her to forget about it. For all she knew, it would probably still stay put in the back of her mind.

When her new friend's stomach growled again, this time more forcefully, Rachel's mouth twitched slightly up into a smile. "Go and eat then. I'll still be around. I'm not going anywhere for sometime hopefully. I'll probably be at my office or at the greenhouse." The woman said with a nod of her head.

"It's also very nice meeting you to Sythe." The Herbology professor nodded her head when Sythe told her that she would stop by her place soon. "Alright, sounds like a plan and I too hope that I can speak to you soon too." Rachel then watched the other woman walk off. Shaking her head, the young woman looked back at the plants near her before gathering a few of the mints and then leaving to be on her way too.

[end rp]