forbidden snacking [sythe, professors]

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i’m bringing sexy back, you mother f**kers watch how 

I ATTACK. IF THAT'S YOUR GIRL - YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR BACK! 'CAUSE SHE'LL

BURN IT UP FOR ME - AND THAT'S A FACT. TAKE IT TO THE CHORUS! COME HERE

girl go ahead, be gone with it. come to the back, go ....

Eating at night, especially after midnight - was a bad idea. Midnight snacks were something long since forbidden from his dietary plans, and yet Kyou was padding through the corridors and hallways of Hogwarts to the kitchen - barefooted, mind you. That was yet another thing he shouldn't be doing. Oh well, that little voice in the back of his head wouldn't shut up any time soon so Kyo decided to ignore it and let it prattle on. Much like he did with the Old Bag. It reminded him of night, not too long in the past that he had snuck down to the Kitchens, smirking and smiling conspiratorily with his friend... and a few stooges who would take the fall when they got caught. Being an adolescent in this place was truly a blessing. Not that he would admit that to anyone who asked. He'd bitch about it and deny it... to his grave even. You know, unless waxing poetic would land him a job (which it did, like he'd known it would).

Rounding the last corner before the Kitchens, Kyou frowned as the light from the tip of his wand bounced off the random reflective decorations. It was a hot and sticky night, and whoever was supposed to be on duty was obviously slacking off. He'd have to say something about that when he had the chance. Where was the fun in deducting house points from miscreants if there was no one there to catch them? Snorting derisively, he pushed open the door and walked in. Immediately, a tiny house elf bustled up to him, damned near running into his legs. He couldn't help it, he smiled at the squishy deformed looking thing and patted it on the head, soothing the flustered creature and successfully stopping sudden torrent of 'Spiffy be sorry' and 'Spiffy can helps?'. He'd always thought they were kinda helpless - ugly as the day was fucking long, but harmless and good intentioned. He could be far nicer to magical creatures than humans. For one, they didn't give him any bloody sass.

"Spiffy can shove off. I can feed my damned self. Go to bed or something, geez. You're stifling me more than my bloody regalia of childhood nannies." Kyo said with a smile to let the poor creature, who looked like it was about to cry, know he didn't mean ill. With a loud crack, she was gone. "Thought she'd never leave." he said to an empty room before chucking his wand carelessly on a nearby counter-top and busying himself with poking into cupboards. He didn't know what he wanted, but it had to be fatty, salty, crunchy and overall not good for anyone's health.

"Bacon."

That's what he wanted.

And alcohol, because it was sure as fuck 5 p.m. somewhere in the world.

Time to get to work.

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A lot of pot-clanging, swearing and plate breaking later (15 minutes, to be exact) had produced two frying pans - both sizzling, a kettle just starting to sing, some cheese, bread and one Kyou with his mouth full of something that crunched while he chewed. "Thwis ifth futhcking hweafwn." he said around a mouthful of food as he turned his bacon in the pan and checked on his eggs. It was beautifully gross... he'd probably shredded a pound of cheese into them before starting to fry them up. He still hadn't found where they stashed the party liquids, but he'd find it, even if he had to go to class very happy on his first official day as Divination Professor and HoH of Slytherin, he'd find it.

"Mmmffm?..."

Footsteps? Well, that wasn't good.

Not that he cared if someone joined him. He'd ignore them the same way he did that annoying voice in the back of his head. (What'd people call it again? Oh yeah... a conscience. Pfft. Ha!) He did care, however, about the picture he was making at this moment. Brand new teacher in tight leather pants, and nothing else, hair loose and flowing down his back, and not a stitch of make-up. That'd make a good impression. Not. Unless they were into deceptively skinny-looking cut guys that kind of looked like girls. Well, here's hoping he wasn't mistaken for a student.

Shrugging, Kyou turned his gaze away from the Kitchen doors and toward the shelves.

"Whtere ith tht bhoote?"

[professor sythe du la tombes]

She had been on duty this night, and honestly- most people didn’t come up here at night, they had to pass the dungeons; she had been pretty sure that most students had been terrified of the area, of the up stairs really. Her footsteps had been soft, even if she had been in high heels, they softly would hit against the ground, echoing in the darkness.

This had been Sythe Du La Tombes, Ravenclaw head, and the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Teacher, she had paused in mid step, her head tilting back slightly, as she sniffed at the air, the distinct scent of bacon hit her nose; most people wouldn’t have been able to smell it, fortunately enough for Sythe, her nose could smell just about anything..being sick..well she considered it an illness, some considered it a curse, other’s a blessing; lycanthropy.

Moving on, she would briskly turn around, this had caught her attention more then continuing her rounds anyways. She would walk with a certain swagger in her step, as if each step had just announced royalty.. it had been the effects of the last transformation, the last changing under the full moon. She glanced to the darkness of the area, and her black robes would flow behind her, as elegantly as her swagger had been.

She had been a bit sore and tired from the last transformation, not to mention grossed out(she had killed a few spiders- with her mouth) and realized she hadn't exactly eaten anything that day...devouring spiders did something to the stomach, but the scent of bacon had been a bit too much for the woman to bare- she had some times found herself eating it raw, well when she had been alone.. it'd raise a few brows if she'd do it in public, it had been something she learned from experience, sadly enough.

She had continued to move, just until she had gotten to the door way, her eyebrow raising at the scene in front of her, an amused look danced in her hazel eyes as she stared to it. ”Ahem..” she cleared her throat slightly, if it hadn’t been for her outfit, most would assume that Sythe herself could have been a student, in fact- she made no judgement on whoever this had been, she had met other professors that appeared just as young as herself.

”Is there anymore bacon?”

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i’m bringing sexy back, you mother f**kers watch how 

I ATTACK. IF THAT'S YOUR GIRL - YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR BACK! 'CAUSE SHE'LL

BURN IT UP FOR ME - AND THAT'S A FACT. TAKE IT TO THE CHORUS! COME HERE

girl go ahead, be gone with it. come to the back, go ....

Aside from his whole primadonna problem, there were already three other things wrong with this woman being here. One: she was asking for his bacon. Two: he was asking for HIS bacon. And finally, three: she was asking for HIS BACON! Obviously this lady hadn't had much home-training or she would know that you NEVER asked a man for his BACON, ever. Lady needed to back up. Kyo's eyes flicked from the shelf he'd been perusing to the woman, gave her a pointed once-over and quirked a brow at her - a non-verbal version of 'Ha. Yeah-right' and began attending to his digustingly tasty eggs. He shuffled over to a counter-top (that looked like it had been ravaged by an animal) and scooped up a clean plate that held some heavily buttered bread then practically skipped back to his pans. With a huge smile of self-satisfaction, he proceeded to unceremoniously dump the cheesy eggs into his plate, followed by the crispy salty fatty goodness that was HIS bacon.

At last he swallowed whatever the hell was the crunchy mess he'd been chewing on and replaced it with a huge mouthful of eggs, bacon, and bread. He wasn't using a fork, and burnt his fingers somewhat - but it didn't even looked like he cared about much beyond stuff his pretty (un-made up face). "Yuu thnow wheth teh bhoote ath?" he said around his food, not even bothering to look at his colleague as he questioned her. Not wanting to look a complete mess in front of a stranger, he carefully placed his plate back on the counter-top behind him and picked up his wand. Casting a quick spell, the turned over items on the table righted themselves and whisked off to their proper places. The broken things would be dealt with later. Turning over a shiny pan, Kyou carefully examined his face - nothing puffy or the like, his hair looked perfect (as always) aside from the lack of make-up, he still looked pretty damned bangable.

Okay. Good. Now what to do about this woman?

After thinking about it for all of two seconds, he decided that his food was of more importance.

Besides, she wasn't nearly as pretty as he was.

And so, he began to shovel food into his mouth once again. Mind you, shovelling food into his mouth is just referencing the pace at which he was eating, not the manner. His thin fingers (and beautifully manicured nails, pained blood red) did it quickly, neatly almost elegantly. He was frequently (one could argue obsessively swiping at the corners of his mouth and chin for stray crumbs... or grease. Chew. Swallow. More food. Stare. Dismiss. Repeat. Unless this lady could a) tell her where the booze was at, b) somehow reveal that she was an important person here or c) leave - she wouldn't get much out of him.

Especially not bacon.

That was his.

If she wanted some she could damned well fry her own!

[professor sythe du la tombes]

Her eyebrows would raise ever so slightly, and she gave a soft sigh towards the man. ” Excuse me, but what is you’re name?” she asked in a bored tone, her eyes had been resting on him softly, her hazel eyes had been void of any emotion really- as she moved to brush so of her hair out of her face. She had would continue to watch his antics, as she suddenly laughed softly.

”I’m afraid after you’re meal, I must escort you back to your head of house, points will more then likely be deducted, depending on if this is your second or third time doing this.” she spoke calmly, and sighed glancing down to see he had been bare- footed, she raised another eye brow, before stepping into the kitchen, and staring to a few broken plates, she would pull out her wand, and whisper a small spell, the plates would form together slowly, almost as if pieces to a puzzle before landing on the table, turning her back to him.

She shook her head slightly, disapproving. "Oh, merde!. Je ne l'ai pas comme un étudiant, il ne me connaît pas sans doute même. “ another language would roll off of her tongue, as she swiftly, moved to look to him, she . "First off," she pointed to his feet. "Doxies are a pretty bad pest here, you're toes would look like like food to them-and their teeth are sharp enough to go through bone." she spoke calmly to him, she would yawn quietly. She had always been so tired, and sore after a transformation.

"I am Professor Tombes, Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, hurry up." she spoke as she yawned again, moving and grabbing an apple, before taking a bite out of it- it hadn't been bacon, but she didn't have the time to cook a meal. She stared to him,part of her had wanted to freak out the rude student, or teacher- she still hadn't been quiet sure what he was really, she hoped if he was a teacher, he'd speak up or something.

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i’m bringing sexy back, you mother f**kers watch how 

I ATTACK. IF THAT'S YOUR GIRL - YOU BETTER WATCH YOUR BACK! 'CAUSE SHE'LL

BURN IT UP FOR ME - AND THAT'S A FACT. TAKE IT TO THE CHORUS! COME HERE

girl go ahead, be gone with it. come to the back, go ....

Why did this woman insist on further irking him? Really? Did she not get that he wouldn't be sharing with her - ever? Be it his name, his occupation, or his bacon. Especially not his bacon. He only shared with gorgeous people, and she didn't do it for him. At all... then again, over they years he'd found that men had more of a tendency to do that for him. You know, the whole androgyny thing... he needed someone to balance him out in a couple - someone overly masculine (well, at least someone that looked it fully dressed). Smirking, he belatedly noted her change in attitude towards him and continued to eat, pointedly ignoring her request for his name - and whatever else she'd been prattling on about. Much like that voice in the back of his head, and the Old Bag - he'd keep her waiting. Or that's what he'd resolved until he heard her laugh at him, and then speak at him in French. His fingers stopped halfway to his mouth and for the first time since she'd walked into the room, he looked at her directly.

He'd have to punish her for that... And he knew just the way to do it.

"Don't blather at me in French. I had a plethora of nannies that did that crap." Kyo said before going right back to feeding himself. There was only one mouthful left, and he'd be damned if he let Nanny Emilie ruin it. Much like his nannies, she'd taken it upon herself to clean up what he didn't. "Bravo on the dishes, luv." Kyou smiled brightly as he took up his wand and swished it. He loved showing off the fact that he was quite skilled with non-verbal spells. His dirty pans and dish floated on lazily to the sink and began to wash themselves. "So, Nanny Emilie, this is actually the first time I've done this." He hopped on to the counter top and sat on it - Indian-style. "But I suppose you wanna drag me to my HoH anyways, right?" he winked at her. "I know, I'm a fucking charmer, yea?"

Twirling his wand carelessly, he continued to flash his bright, cheery smile at her.

If she had actually been a nanny of his, she'd know that whatever he was planning did not bode well for her.

But she wasn't, so she didn't.

"I'm a Hufflepuff, 4th year, fresh transfer. Divination major." Again he smiled. "And I don't have to be psychic to know you're not one for sass. Oh well." He grinned wider. "Deal with it, hun"."He hopped off the table and pocketed his wand. Or tried to. His pants were too tight for that shit. So it took some wiggling, but he got it to stay in his back pocket. Then, without warning, he skipped over to her, leaned in and whispered to her: "Take me to my leader!" It was defiant, it was rude... it was perfect.

He had a new toy, 'Let's see what I can do with you, Nanny Emilie' he thought as he chuckled softly to a joke only he could hear.

[professor hwang hyo joo]

The young muggle studies professor with curly and messy brown locks dragged herself down the sadly empty corridor. She was half hoping to find a stray student so she could torture that poor soul to get rid of this absolute boredom called paroling. In a world filled with magic, life was supposedly to be easier than the muggles right? We have what we called magic, add some brain and lots of galleons, we would be able to make a magic device to do the night patrolling or surveying for us poor professors. Wrong! Perhaps they have the capabilities but they had to insist on the old school way. Hyo Joo had always held a suspicion that the professors are a bunch of sadist deep down after all. She won't disagree with the fact that it does feel pleasant and a good stress reliever. 

Finding a stray student way past curfew is like finding a treasure and that indescribable feeling that comes along with it. Detention? Taking away house points? And done excessively? Perhaps Hyo Joo is the real sadist. She clapped her hands and skipped down the corridor like a child, clearly having one of her many daydreams. 

She turned into the corridor that leads to the kitchen, during that brief moment she noticed there was a bright light. Well, there are lamps burning through the night here but having passing here for so many times, she had memorize each of the light's intensity. She walked towards where she last seen that bright light. A huge portrait of fruits stood before her. Kitchen? The monster within her stomach rumble. Food! Food! Food! “Ah shut up.” She lightly slapped her tummy. “Focus Hyo Joo focus!” There is a possibility that there are students in the kitchen right this moment, downing their supper. Students! Her eyes shone with excitement. “Maybe I could get them to fix up some supper for me.” A mischievous grin. From the way she look right now, they wouldn't take her seriously. Messy curly head and dressed in a baggy green jacket and jeans. She could pass out as out of them. 

Students! Students! Food! Students!

Hyo Joo pushed open the door, the sent of bacon greeted her along with an awkward situation. Did she just missed something? 

“Good evening?”

[professor sythe du la tombes]

The hazel eyes had narrowed onto him, as he seemed to cause the dishes to wash themselves; this man had not been a student. But.. she’d play along with his little tale; her and professor Hawthorne had been incredibly good friends, her eyes staring to him with a slight hint of annoyance. She could feel the beast inside of her snapping at the cage she had so tightly secured around it, it had been her alpha side. She looked to the dishes again.

If she'd find this man a threat, she'd deal with him and bring him to the head mistress- although she highly doubted he'd be a threat; atleast to her. She stared to him and glanced to the dishes, she had heard footsteps slowly coming towards their direction, but she hadn't exactly cared to look away from this liar, he had called her Nanny Emilie, raising an eyebrow and laughing at this, as she moved her hands to rest into the pockets of her robe, firmly around her wand, it never hurt to be safe.

"Her name is Professor, Hawthorne" Sythe suddenly spoke, with an acid tone dripping in it. It had been the first flare of anger he would have heard from her, despite how long he had been poking and prodding at her anger, her eyes would glance behind her, and she would not move away as he leaned in, her eyes locking with his own, before glancing to the door, a curly haired woman seemed to skip in. ”Be sure to remember that, Little Enigma” she spoke, dubbing him her own name.

Clearly sensing the sudden animosity in the room,Sythe had to admit; considering her transformation had been last night, and would be happening a few times(she had grown lucky, the sky had been covered with clouds this night, saving her body from the painful transformation) until the full moon would cease yet again for the month. She paused, she didn't have time for this. "Are you a teacher, or another student trying to eat, dear?" she asked calmly, as she didn't let her guard down near the man, her fingers just twitching to use a paralyze spell of some sort on this “student"

[professor rachel hawthorne]

Rachel groaned, she should have eaten more during the feast. If she did, she wouldn't have had to take a trip down to the cold dungeons for a snack. Bundling up from head to toe, the Hufflepuff HOH trudged down the long corridors towards the kitchens. But then again, it was already morning.

Yawning, she pushed the door open and Rachel was surprised to see how many people there were inside. Was there some sort of a party for professors that she didn't know about? Suddenly she felt under dressed. Glancing around the room, the young woman saw Sythe and felt better at once.

"Hello Sythe, is everything alright?" The look on the woman's face looked a little hostile and it bother Rachel a little. She turned her head slightly to greet the other woman, whom she had learned was teaching Muggle Studies and then to the man who her friend was glaring at.

"Is everything alright?" She repeated, this time more loudly, so everyone could hear her, not just Sythe. The tension in the room was a little thick for Rachel's taste. Perhaps she should have stayed in bed a bit longer.

[professor hwang hyo joo]

As expected, the Dark Arts professor didn't recognize her. Hyo Joo wasn't exactly radiating the idealistic professor aura. She radiated a lost and messy looking young adult. But then again, most of the professors here are rather young or youthful looking. All she heard was 'eat' and with her tummy doing most of the thinking, she naturally said the first thought that crosses her mind, "Eat." With a rather blur look on her face. Solidifying her image as a student instead of her actual position. 

Another person soon enters the room of unexplainable tension. Joining in the crowd, she recognized the woman immediately. "Good evening Professor Hawthorne." She greeted her colleague and the Head of Hufflepuff, her beloved house. Hyo Joo has a habit of addressing anyone older, with position or someone respected rather formally. It might turn out to be rather uncomfortable and occasioning misunderstanding or awkwardness to those not quite used to her.

"Is everything alright?" 

Hyo Joo looked back and forth at every face present within the increasingly stressful and deliciously smelling room. She wasn't quite sure what was going on. Yet to absorb the entire scenario between the male...female...well the person who seems to be enjoying the moment and Sythe. Hyo Joo stood there, daring not to move nor speak.