First day blues (Sythe)

[professor peyton lovelace]

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There was a moment where she felt like Sythe was challenging her to do just that, dig. Of course she had planned to already, this woman was a mystery wrapped in a riddle and she would not allow that to go unanswered. Yet part of her was curious, she wondered if she truly wanted to know what this woman was hiding behind that wall of hers. Secrets were just that for a reason - they often carried some sort of negative impact on the one who carried them and the one who exposed them. Perhaps her true aims should be altered just a bit, before she broke into Sythe's secrets perhaps she should get to know her better.

Peyton carried her own burdens alone for many years, perhaps that was all it would take to break down both of their emotional barriers. It was hard to get a true reading from her however which made it hard for Peyton to figure out how to proceed. By her very nature she was a flirt, however she had no idea if that was even appropriate given their position here. 'Hm. Oh well.' she thought to herself. What was the harm in a little playful flirting among collegues?

"That almost sounded like a challenge. Be careful what you wish for, I am relentless when provided with a good mystery." she said, her tone very playfully. It was clear to Peyton however that this woman definitely didn't get out much. The way she seemed to shy away from physical contact, though perhaps it simply made her uncomfortable since they were not on best friend terms or anything of the sort. It didn't take long for her to relax beneath her touch which meant she was obviously doing a decent job of soothing away whatever had worn her down so much. When Sythe placed her hand upon Peyton's she froze for a moment, there was an odd sensation that came over her from the touch, but she chose to shake it off for the moment.

With a short laugh, she heartily agreed with her comment. "Most are not ready to face what is out there. True horrors that even the stories cannot paint an accurate picture of." she said, sounding a bit on the dramatic side. Though perhaps they would get along great considering that she had heard that the Defense against the Dark Arts teacher had a flair for dramatics herself. Just then the conversation shifted to what most refered to as her obsession. They were quite right of course even if she would never admit that she had one.

"Ah, yes. I have an interest myself though it is mostly personal." she said, a serious look replacing her usual smile. As she moved back around Sythe, she moved towards the book case and removed a book depicting a large Werewolf on the cover. "If you are offering I just might take you up on that offer. You teach me in private, though the questions I may ask might be a bit off putting. In exchange I will continue to aid you as needed." she said. As she waited for a reply her mind wandered for a moment back to the moment when Sythe had placed her hand on top of her own.

Snapping back to reality, she smiled at Sythe. "Don't be a stranger. I am more than happy to help ease the soreness of whatever it is you do." she said, there was a gleam in her eye as she said it. "Considering the length of contact with your hand on my own, I will take that as a sign of approval." she said, continuing to tease the woman playfully.

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Sythe raised an eyebrow to her, as a smirk twitched threateningly over her lips. Oh? This woman had been curious to what monsters sleep very lightly behind their cages, curious to the boundless walls she had put up, simply for the protection of those around her, simply for her own protection. That had been rather reckless of the curious Potions Mistress. She laughed softly and looked up to her, mystery? Had she come off mysterious to most people, no.. well, she had to be in a way, it was for the safety of everyone, in this school.

"Mysterious or not, Peyton. It's best to leave Pandora's box close." she spoke to her as her eyes seemed to gleam of an alien emotion to most, it had been Sythe's pride kicking in, something she had tried her best to keep in check, it had been growing harder, since apparently as a wolf.. she had started rounding up a pack. She sighed, and paused as her eyes narrowed onto the book. "An..interest?" she spoke curiously, raising an eyebrow to her. It'd be best not to mention what she was to the woman then, until she could place where her interests were, and hopefully she hadn't been one of those humans who wanted to be a werewolf. She didn't really consider this a gift.

Sythe wouldn't push the werewolf topic. She stared to her, "I see.." she paused and thought about it, had it been worth it. She'd have to deal with some questions, but she doubted any of them would bother her, really, and if they did- she'd have to tell a lie, and make it appear as if the questions weren't off putting. She smiled to the teacher, of course lying to a potions teacher would not have been a smart move, so she'd have to make sure her lies were flawless. She truly, honestly hated lying, but living her life style.. she had too, technically she had been pretending to be a human, lying.

"Okay, I don't mind teaching one to protect their selves, even if they have.. prying questions." she smirked to her, but it would quickly leave her face, as the woman pointed out her hand still softly resting on the potion teacher's own. Sythe quickly became flustered, looking away from the teacher, a light blush of embarrassment on her face. "I am..sorry about that." she spoke quickly. What had come over her? Seriously, she had to be more.. herself. She took the potion so there had been no excuse for that.

Standing up slightly, feeling a bit awkward.

Sythe had found an attraction to both males and females, although she never had actually been in a relationship with any of them, sure a fling here and there from her school but that had been all, and she made sure that the fling had been just that, never staying long enough to develop emotional attachment. She sighed, she had found the potion's teacher quiet attractive, she scratched the back of her neck.

"Thank you, how about for every time your potions heal me, i will teach you something, starting now." she spoke quickly trying to change the subject. "What do you plan to use the magic I teach you, with?"She raised an eyebrow moving to face the professor, quickly having swallowed down her embarrassment and regaining her composure, straightening her back slightly.

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A sly smirk appeared on Peyton's face as she felt even more intrigued with every exchange. It was perhaps worse for Sythe that they continued this conversation as it fueled her curiousity. Now she simply had to know what she was hiding, even if she spent all term trying to figure out what it was. Lucky for Sythe, however, Peyton would never stoop so low as to use Veritaserum on her. It was illegal but then again most never actually knew why they suddenly could not stop telling the truth. With a look of renewed determination, Peyton poured herself a second glass of brandy.

"You know you're lovely when you're embarassed." she said, teasing the DDA teacher once more.

"We shall see." she replied simply, leaving that to hang in the air. At this point the conversation was moving quickly though she was able to keep pace just fine. For once she was faced with a real challenge, someone who actually kept her on her feet when it came to trying to feel them out. "Yes. You could say they have become an obsession of mine. Such a dangerous creature and no cure." she said as she trailed off. It was easy to see that look of disdain as she spoke about them. Though it came from never actually knowing a werewolf beyond the ones that destroyed her family.

Pleased that they could reach an agreement however, Peyton seemed almost giddy. Of course she was not a novice in the subject but you could always learn something new. Sythe seemed to walk the talk so to speak and that was impressive enough. "Don't worry. I am sure they won't bother you too much. Unless you have something you're not telling me?" she asked, raising a brow as she tilted her head. For a moment she looked fiercely serious but the expression softened quickly before she laughed.

"You have yourself a deal, love." she replied. The next question caused her to give pause as she had avoided this for quite some time. The entire reason she avoided becoming an Auror was to avoid being consumed by revenge. Yet it filled her mind daily, all she wanted was to lash out at the werewolf community until she found the ones responsible. It wasn't true justice but it was all she could do to bring herself peace or so she thought. "Vengeance. A pack of filthy mongrels killed my family, I would see them burn. I need to know how to kill a wolf." she replied casually. Perhaps she shouldn't be so casual with the way she said it, but it was out now.

"They deserve to be judged." she said. The last statement sounded like the sorrow filled words of a desperate woman seeking some sort of closure. She did not hate all werewolves on a concious level but she would not hesitate to blow one away either if it crossed her in her path to retribution. Blinking as if she was embarassed by her outburst, she sighed aloud as she looked down at the floor. "Sorry about all of that. I know it may seem hard to understand.. or maybe not. I don't know." she said.

Perhaps this was why she chose to focus her energy into her work. It was easier to simply perform meticulous tasks and forget. The same with flirting; it was easy to escape your pain by filling that hole with one night stands. Love was a bit out of her reach as well though she tried to make it work with her past flings, no one ever seemed to truly understand her at all.

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Sythe’s face would not change, as she spoke. Her eyebrows merely raised when the woman had commented on her slight blush. In an honest opinion, Sythe had been having fun interacting with Miss Lovelace, she’d never admit it though- well maybe if the right situation called for it. She had been on her feet, as she stared over the room, walking towards the various books. Her eyes scanned over them, there had been a lot of potions books, but the books about werewolves just about rivaled it. She paused and looked to the books, she had read most of them at least once. She sighed, and her hands rested on her hips.

She heard the potion's mistress speak up, her ears twitching slightly to her words. She had forgotten, she hadn't been a human. Just a creature now, she felt her eyes narrow, so she had been a bit moody since she had a transformation happening tonight. She stared to the books and her fingers would run down the books ever so gently. "There's a book you might want to read, it is by an anonymous author." she began, as she looked to the books, continuing to scan her shelves. She looked to her and back to the book shelf. Nope, she had double checked the shelves, well once of twice really.

"It's called Humanity is under the Fur, it is written by one of those creatures." she spoke bitterly, it had been the first book her father had given her upon receiving the illness, it had helped the younger child Sythe cope rather easily. She turned to face her, leaning against the wall- ignoring the question about her having more secrets. She rolled her neck softy, her eyes closing. "Upon, finding out a Lycanthrope wrote it, they took it off the shelves. I have a copy, it's something personal- but maybe one day i'll give it to you." she spoke her arms crossing slightly.

"I have nothing to teach you."

She spoke suddenly, as she pushed off of the wall. "A lycanthrope killed my father, and another lycanthrope saved me and my family." she spoke to her suddenly. "Taking the path of vengeance, is a path of destruction- and in the end, it'll destroy you." she would move towards the door. "You are a lovely woman, and from what I can tell... you are far more brighter then that." she spoke her back still too the woman.

"I am thankful for what you've done. But ignorance like that is simply infuriating to me."

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It was then that she realized her mistake. To this woman what she had said could be taken as a personal offence given what she had just revealed. Even worse she had gone and made a total ass of herself so far with that one. Rubbing her temples, Peyton thought for a moment as if to try and salvage it somehow. That had always been here problem, she bottled and when the container was empty she let the anger overflow. Yet here stood a woman who realized her flaws and would strive to fix them any way possible.

"Wait."

Hoping that Sythe would stop for just a moment, she moved around the desk and approached Sythe slowly. "Clearly you have more insight into this than anyone else I have ever met." she said, pausing to try and choose her words more carefully. It was a personal peeve of hers to end something on such a bad note. Walking away upset was never good for anyone and it seemed that she had some work to do on that one. "There is something you can teach me. If you will not lend me the book then read it to me while I make your potions. Make me understand." she said softly. Her words were sincere, she could not help but hate what she feared.

"Prove to me that I am wrong and I will listen. But please do not condemn me for being gripped by my fears." she said. As the saying went, she was only human, and that in it's self was perhaps just as bad some days. "That is all that I am asking." she said, dropping her hands to her sides. All she could do now was let Sythe consider it, she could not stop the woman from leaving. If ever there was a time to be embarassed it was now. Peyton could not let potential knowledge slip through her grasp, however. She did not feel that she had seen the last of them.

"At least consider it, please."

[professor sythe du la tombes]

Sythe had continued to walk to the doors, she had heard Peyton pleadingly try to stop her. She however still moved, her back to her. This had been dangerous, not just for Sythe anymore, for Peyton, if the woman had hated werewolves then she would most likely even try to kill a few. Glancing to the woman, the hazel eyes had nervously been glancing from the door knob, to the fair skinned woman behind her. She could feel her inner wolf, laughing- laughing at the avenger. Sythe knew that the women even if trained by her, she doubted she’d be able to take out one were, non the less an entire pack.

The thoughts of the werewolf would creep into her own head, claws tearing skin, screams in pain her hands would curl into tight fists, as her fingers twitched against it. She listened to Peyton’s next words. Her next words caused Sythe to let out a bitter laugh, oh yeah. She had a lot more insight on this matter then most. Her ears would prick up slightly at her next words, and Sythe would turn swiftly to stare at her, a raised eyebrow, her hazel eyes still had been narrowed on the red head, Sythe had given a soft sigh, there had been her weakness; all she ever had wanted to do was show people knowledge that they’d never had before, or never would get- if not from her.. then from who?

Sythe glanced down, and her hands would slip into her pockets. The woman had made a very good potion, she hadn't even been tired or sore. She nodded her head. "If, in my readings, for some reason you have a change of heart." she spoke calmly, her eyes scanning over the rather beautiful woman, why had she just noticed this now? She had been ill before,she gave an annoyed sigh. This had been no time in developing a crush, she scolded herself and crossed her arms. "I will teach you a little bit of my spells." she spoke calmly.

"Miss. Lovelace, hatred is a poison meant for others, but those who have it,end up drinking it their selves." she spoke and looked to her. "Do not drink that poison, no potion will be able to fix it- once the deed is done." she stayed quiet. "Do you know, where the Defense Against the Dark Arts room is located?" she questioned to her.

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Whatever she had said was obviously enough to get Sythe's attention once more. Pleased with the way things were going now, she put on her best smile even though it appeared fairly weak. She never meant to make her so angry, that was the outcome of over sharing usually however. Was it truly anger though? Sythe seemed more disappointed than angry as if she was hoping that Peyton would have a much better understanding of a species that everyone seemed to fear. As a DDA professor she supposed that a soft spot would develop eventually, especially when one saved your life, but she could not piece together why she seemed so upset.

"I promise I won't make you regret this." she said softly, feeling humbled. That look on Sythe's face caught her attention more so than the agreement they had just reached though. That look of intense focus, it was an attractive look to Peyton as it suggested that the woman knew what she would and would not tolerate and gave off an aura of authority. Peyton would let herself be drawn in, however, as she hoped that not only would she be able to learn what it was Sythe had to teach but she would also have an excuse to spend more time in presence without seeming overly eager.

The woman seemed to have several wise things to say, as if she was older than she appeared to be. Though in most cases people who delved into the dark arts to learn how to defend themselves had terrifying world experiance. "That is why I came here to the university. I had hope that teaching could turn me from such a destructive path." she admitted, turning a light shade of red as she was embarassed to admit her weakness even more than she already had. Coughing softly to break up the silence that followed while she thought for a moment, Peyton nodded her head.

"I do. I will bring my things, tomorrow night alright? Or do you have another night in mind?" she asked.