Post by Amelia Decessum on Feb 12, 2009 22:15:49 GMT -5
Absence, as most repeating students of Hogwarts would know, was most definitely a term rarely used with Amelia Decessum. Even if she was late or didn't show up until the end of a lesson, she found a way to avoid being considered "absent". Yet as October and November rolled through the world and winter became a subtle reality, the woman was nowhere to be seen within the walls of Hogwarts -- nor outside the walls, apparently. Amelia Decessum was merely nothing for two months straight. Where was she?
Truthfully, no one but her knew. She had no one she would confide in with such a matter, least of all what she would want for lunch that day. She was a very untrusting woman, and she tended to ignore her own lack of presence at times. If she came into class late, she would start right away on work -- though there wasn't much of a difference. Even on days she was there on time, she would jump right to work after the bell presented the start of class, and all of her students knew she wasn't the type of woman to mess with.
Only a moment had passed of the bell presenting class before footsteps could be heard at the back of the classroom. Was someone late? Well, in a sense, yes -- but it wasn't just "someone". No, that person was, lo and behold, the very woman who seemingly abandoned her class and, in the process, her post as Slytherin Head of House. None would expect her to hold remorse to such a fact, but none knew what went on inside the woman's head. Nor did the woman plan on telling anyone.
A bewitched hairbrush nipped at Professor Decessum's silk black hair and a tube of dark green lipstick followed her as she glided across the floor toward her desk. She clearly took no time to worry about her wardrobe that particular morning -- she a black tee-shirt with a Muggle band across the chest (how did that get in her closet?) and a wrinkled, black knee-length skirt. She wore a simple pair of dirty sneakers about her feet, and her arms were clear -- she wore no fancy jewelry, no eccentricities.
Amelia Decessum was regular today.
She turned sharply to face the class when she reached her desk, sitting atop it and using her hands as supports on the surface of it. Her usually sharp, bright jade eyes were particularly dull and bags were present beneath them. It was a wonder, really, if she had even gotten any sleep -- or if she was home in the first place.
"Let's get something straight," she mused. Her voice hadn't changed -- it still soft and somewhat innocent, but anyone would know that it was equally as daring and blunt. "You will not ask where I was. You will not ask what I was doing. You will ignore my appearance. You will do your work as if nothing is new and I have been here the entire time. Do I make myself clear?"
Adding a rather unnecessary giggle, Amelia removed her wand from the side of her skirt and gave it a flick toward the board behind her. The chalk immediately rose and began writing something unintelligible, perhaps foreign -- was their professor delusion today? Though with her constant fake moods, one might always wonder if perhaps she really was crazy. She gave her wand another flick and the door to her office clicked open. Several jars began floating through the air, one landing on each person's desk.
"I don't see your wands out!" she shouted, immediately standing up and watching the students.
Truthfully, no one but her knew. She had no one she would confide in with such a matter, least of all what she would want for lunch that day. She was a very untrusting woman, and she tended to ignore her own lack of presence at times. If she came into class late, she would start right away on work -- though there wasn't much of a difference. Even on days she was there on time, she would jump right to work after the bell presented the start of class, and all of her students knew she wasn't the type of woman to mess with.
Only a moment had passed of the bell presenting class before footsteps could be heard at the back of the classroom. Was someone late? Well, in a sense, yes -- but it wasn't just "someone". No, that person was, lo and behold, the very woman who seemingly abandoned her class and, in the process, her post as Slytherin Head of House. None would expect her to hold remorse to such a fact, but none knew what went on inside the woman's head. Nor did the woman plan on telling anyone.
A bewitched hairbrush nipped at Professor Decessum's silk black hair and a tube of dark green lipstick followed her as she glided across the floor toward her desk. She clearly took no time to worry about her wardrobe that particular morning -- she a black tee-shirt with a Muggle band across the chest (how did that get in her closet?) and a wrinkled, black knee-length skirt. She wore a simple pair of dirty sneakers about her feet, and her arms were clear -- she wore no fancy jewelry, no eccentricities.
Amelia Decessum was regular today.
She turned sharply to face the class when she reached her desk, sitting atop it and using her hands as supports on the surface of it. Her usually sharp, bright jade eyes were particularly dull and bags were present beneath them. It was a wonder, really, if she had even gotten any sleep -- or if she was home in the first place.
"Let's get something straight," she mused. Her voice hadn't changed -- it still soft and somewhat innocent, but anyone would know that it was equally as daring and blunt. "You will not ask where I was. You will not ask what I was doing. You will ignore my appearance. You will do your work as if nothing is new and I have been here the entire time. Do I make myself clear?"
Adding a rather unnecessary giggle, Amelia removed her wand from the side of her skirt and gave it a flick toward the board behind her. The chalk immediately rose and began writing something unintelligible, perhaps foreign -- was their professor delusion today? Though with her constant fake moods, one might always wonder if perhaps she really was crazy. She gave her wand another flick and the door to her office clicked open. Several jars began floating through the air, one landing on each person's desk.
"I don't see your wands out!" she shouted, immediately standing up and watching the students.
(I apologize for my absence -- a lot of things have been happening irl that keep me away from the Internet. An actual lesson will be posted when I can think straight and I can still have faith that maybe this class will be active through the term, meaning a few people reply. 
Also, there is no guarantee of my return -- I will try my best to check back more often, but the problems haven't gone away and I can't make any promises that I'm actually here to stay for good.)
Also, there is no guarantee of my return -- I will try my best to check back more often, but the problems haven't gone away and I can't make any promises that I'm actually here to stay for good.)
