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Post by Deleted on Sept 20, 2013 17:44:17 GMT
NEEERDS. Bast sighed as she heard the familiar voice in her head. That was her brother alright. Probably was watching some of her students as they enjoyed the enjoyities of the carnival. Maybe one of the Ravenclaws. They were, indeed, nerds after all. A chuckle escaped her lips as she thought it. Not all of them were but a fair amount were quite studious and spent a lot of time studying or doing some sort of learning. Something. Then again, there were many other students in different houses that were like that. She knew Slytherin nerds, Gryffindor nerds and even nerds from her own house, Hufflepuff. Of course, she also knew Ravenclaws who weren't nerds and sometimes made the professor wonder why the hat sorted them so. Oh well, what the hat did was its own business and it did its business well.
As her mind wandered to the subject of the different houses of Hogwarts, her body plodded along towards where her brother was. Plod, plod, plod. Finally, her train of thoughts finished and Bast used the now empty space in her brain to observe her surroundings. It was late, dusk to be exact, and soon it would be dark enough for the lights to start coming on. All around her were stalls. Stalls of food, games, prizes, entertainment and other knick knacks. Constant chatter could be heard from the people around her as they explored and just got into the spirit of the day. Couples could also be seen. Dragging their partner to a ride or stall or sharing food and talking. Either way it made for a good date. Plod, plod, plod. Finally, Fraser! Bast ran towards him, a small smirk on her features. "Fraser, stop picking on my students woulddya?" she grinned and gave him a goodnatured nudge with her shoulder, happy to see her twin once again. |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 21, 2013 15:22:04 GMT
 Hogsmeade Carnival was a very likely place for Fraser to find his twin sister, which was the main reason for going - besides the whole 'journalist' thing; but, as far as popular stories went, this wasn't looking too promising. For Merlin's sake, what was particularly interesting about the carnival? Still, he took down a few notes every now again but was otherwise just wondering around in search of something at least the tiniest bit interesting. Interesting was good. Interesting was what helped keep him in control of that horrid temper of his.
He snorted into his drink as he caught sight of a stall run by a few kids that was centred around finding about the history of Hogsmeade. By the looks of things, they were all Ravenclaws. Fraser made another note: 'Even here, within this glowing haven, we are not safe from the powerful nerds.' Currently, Fraser was weighing up the pros and cons of going to speak to them but was distracted by Bast's arrival and swiftly pulled her in for a hug. Once he'd released his grip, Fraser shrugged and pointed out, "Well, Bastard, I don't recall ever saying anything about them." Clearly she'd picked up on his thoughts towards the kids. Their slight telepathic bond allowed them to occasionally pick up on the other's feelings. It was safe to say that the connection had a rather equal share of good and bad points. During sex, for example, their link was at its strongest which had, over the years, caused a huge amount of mental scarring for the pair of them.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 26, 2013 10:11:48 GMT
"Oh you know what I mean you pansy." Bast rolled her eyes and rested her arm on her twin's shoulder. The strange telepathic slash empathy bond they shared was known to the both of them. Whether it was good or bad however was a different story. On one hand was the benefits. Their connection was definitely one of the things that made them as close as they were. Hiding secrets from the other was hard if not impossible so they needed to be able to trust each other. It also gave them updates on each other's status. Not really necessary but it was sometimes comforting to know that they were both still alive. Of course, there were also quite a number of disadvantages. Both of them would agree upon all the mental scarring their connection had caused. For some super odd reason, the bond was at its strongest when it came to sexual things. Especially during sex, their bond would become so strong that it would be a full telepathic bond. Each knew what the other was experiencing, thinking and, to an extent, feeling. After a few less than normal experiences, the twins agreed to try and warn the other if one of them was going to get lucky. It didn't do much to help it out but at least they weren't as surprised when they suddenly got a large influx of the other's emotions.
"Anyway, let's do stuff! I've been just supervising and watching over the students so I want to enjoy myself. Besides, it's been awhile since we've done a date." The teacher was ready to fully abandon all her teacherly duties and just have fun. No matter how cheesy it would get. And it could get pretty damn cheesy to the extent of lame when it came to the Leprarius twins. "Hmm... D'you want to catch some chocolate frogs or do some other thing?" |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2013 20:39:11 GMT
Fraser gave Bast a fleeting 'I'm not a pansy' look. But she'd been given the same look for over twenty years now, and it hadn't made a difference to his nickname. Forever he would be, at least to his twin, Fransy-Pansy. So, that pretty much justified him accepting being called a 'pansy' by his sister, seeing as it was linked to his nickname. Now, had anyone else attempted to call him such a thing, they would find themselves on Fraser's Naughty List. (And, yeah, that sounds kind of kinky but in reality it's just a mental list of people that he needs to deal with in some way... that still sounds kinky, doesn't it?)
Being a professor at Hogwarts seemed pretty unbearable to Fraser. Trying to control a bunch of ignorant kids would piss him off, as well as the immense workload and bitchy co-workers. No, it had definitely never been a possible career for him. Bast, on the other hand, was doing a great job from what he'd gathered. It was good for her. Like how journalism was good for him too, it fitted his needs better and he could be more flexible with it.
He chucked away the remains of his drink then stuck his hands into the pockets of his chinos and shrugged. "What 'some other thing' do you have in mind?" Fraser inquired, tilting his head to the side. To be honest, he didn't know what they should do so was going to leave it up to Bast. She was the oldest anyway.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 30, 2013 21:02:39 GMT
Bast considered herself a pretty decent teacher. She wasn't the best, that was for sure, but she was decent enough and she loved her job. It was good for her, really. It forced her to control herself and there was always something to do. Always something to keep her busy and to stop her mind from wandering off. And that was good. The witch was always anxious about keeping control of her mind and being a teacher gave her more motivation to do so. She was the adult and her students looked up to her, saw her as a voice of reason and control. More so since she was the Head of House for the Hufflepuffs. The witch had a genuine liking to a number of her students and she would hate to hurt them or lose their respect. Yes, the job was definitely good for keeping her darker mind in check.
However, there were times when she needed freedom and space. Just a time when she could be reckless and let go of her duties if only for a little while. If the school was her lock then Fraser was her key that could set her free. Bast didn't have many other close friends and girlfriends were out of the question. She wasn't one to stick in a serious, committed relationship. Not yet at least. "Well, this is a carnival and they're gonna turn on the lights soon. Wanna make out on the Ferris wheel?" The last sentence was said in a mischievous whisper with a look of excitement in her eyes. It was time to forget about her duties and be free for the night. |
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