The Forbidden Menu

[~*..::Arion::..*~]

Arion sat down in her usual seat to the left of Liam, the great hall echoing roundly with the chatter of various students. Apparently she and Liam weren't the only hungry ones. She scanned the hall, looking for any faces she knew, and saw no one. Life was like that sometimes, and she wondered how many things she was missing. Her eyes wandered upwards at the ceiling, and she thought dimly that the wind was causing creamy swirls in the clouds before she drew her attention to her plate, which had been made atrociously, in her standards. Rearranging the knife, fork, and spoon, Arion placed her napkin in her lap and moved her cup to the left corner of her plate.

[Professor Liam Imura]

ooc:// Lol...love the title


Liam noticed a few of his students in the crowd, but had no intentions whatsoever of conversing with them, as he was flat-out hungry. Watching as Arion rearranged her utensils and such, he chuckled and did the same with his, good breeding taking over his hunger for the moment. That done, he began to eat happily, his gray eyes content as food began to go into his mouth and eventually into his stomache where it started to fill up space and send energy through the Transfiguration Professor's body- all teachers needed energy when they had classes that wouldn't turn in their blasted homework that was due five days prior to this.

[~*..::Arion::..*~]

Arion absently ate, working her way around her food in a clock-wise position, first eating vegetables, then fruit, then meat. As usual, she finished in good time, and was finishing her water when she looked over and Liam to see how he was fairing. He ate with a concentration that rivaled her own, and she found that she appreciated that, for whatever reason.

((Sorry I had her finish so fast, but I can't really draw out eating very long, so I figured I'd wouldn't try to.))

[Professor Liam Imura]

ooc:// I know the feeling. xD Short thread...yay


Liam's diet consisted mostly of meat, which unnerved most people except Sarentegra- even their parents, for he was used to eating meat a lot when he felt depressed and went hunting as an Irish Setter. However, he did have a few greens here and there and of course, good old Irish potatoes- scalopped and baked and such. Finishing up, he drained his pumpkin juice and swallowed, wiping his mouth on the napkin in a gentlemanly manner.

[~*..::Arion::..*~]

Arion waited politely as he finished, looking around the great hall and wondering absently what to do next. Be responisble...grade papers... She looked over at Liam, wondering what to do. "Any plans?" Great. Well, it wasn't as though there weren't other days to grade papers anyway...

[Professor Liam Imura]

Putting his napkin and silverware on the plate now that he was done, Liam looked her way and shrugged lightly. I've graded all of my papers that've come in- only ten students, can you believe that? Since the points I've had to take off have gotten so high- 60 per student as of yesterday, I'm just giving them a week of detention cleaning up my office and classroom- God knows they need to be cleaned without magic, he said with a wry smirk.

[~*..::Arion::..*~]

Arion cast him an exasperated look. "I know exactly what you mean. I have about 11 students in my class, and only a handful have decided to turn in their assignments. I think I may also have to start deducting points." The whole situation had stressed her out, though she realized she should probably take a more practical form of action. Her lessons so far hadn't been very interesting, though she had been planning to bring in a live animal soon. As soon as that happened, she was sure they would be more responsible.

[Professor Liam Imura]

Glad that someone else understood his terrible class issue. He wished he could do more, but under the strict guidelines of being a teacher- in any word, magicking or muggle, he couldn't inflict any sort of direct pain upon the students, no matter how much they irked him. And he couldn't use magic on them for his own amusement, so that narrowed his choices down to deducting points and detentions. At least someone understands. I've been taking fifteen off for every day, I guess I should lower it to five, considering the massive amount of late work- I don't want every house to suffer. Or...I could just let their housemates know why they lost points and have said student face an angry hoarde, he mused aloud wickedly, his eyes bright.

[~*..::Arion::..*~]

Casting Liam a look that displayed what Arion thought of Liam's torturing of his students, she stuck in, "How cruel of you." Arion was sort of a softy when it came to late work, as she wanted to give everyone a chance to get things right. She belonged teaching grade school with all the breaks she cut her students, but she preferred to think of herself as a nice-guy rather than a pansie. Still, though the look on her face conveyed disapproval, she wasn't truly angry with Liam. She supposed this is where they differed, though she tried to be a little more hard-core. "I guess either method would work though."

[Professor Liam Imura]

He gave her an abashed look and cast his gaze to his plate. His was a nature that was strict and firm- if he said something he was going to stick to it until it was done, but there were already so many points taken away...even from his own House and that pained him as well. Sarentegra had turned her work in early- he'd made sure of that, knowing that she knew these answers off of the top of her head, having heard him practicing his lectures last summer. He cast a wary gaze at Arion just as she stated her last opinion, still looking a bit scolded. It'd work, though... he muttered.

[~*..::Arion::..*~]

Guilt ripped through her as she realized she had caused Liam discomfort over the situation. "I didn't mean...you're way's fine....I've never been good at disciplining," she concluded, looking at him with distress. "You're way's better than mine anyhow....mine obviously isn't working." She realized as she went over her previous words that they had sounded quite horrible. "When I said cruel, I was joking. You're very kind."

[Professor Liam Imura]

Being a male, his ego was easily abashed and in return, easily fed, and he longed to tell her that, but men don't discuss their egos openly so he refrained from doing so. As her apologies fell by the tens, it seemed to him, he gave her a weak grin. I know... Mine was a little cruel, as most of my students can't stand against three opponents, let alone over a hundred, he said with a stronger grin this time. My methods could be why my students dislike me so much- since you have a smaller class, I suggest you remain in their favour...

[~*..::Arion::..*~]

"I suppose you're right," Arion agreed, glad that he was no longer upset. "It wouldn't do to have a small group of coniving individuals mob me because of my teaching methods." She threw a smile at him, then took to absently biting the insides of her mouth.

[Professor Liam Imura]

He cast her one of his special smiles- the one he used around her alone, and chuckled softly. No, no it wouldn't. I'd hate for you to be murdered by your own students, or murdered or dying at all for that matter, Liam remarked, carefully knocking on the wooden table to ward away the evil bad-luck demons that might threaten to overtake the lephrechauns that protected darling Liam from them. Yes, both Liam and Wolfie are superstitious.

[~*..::Arion::..*~]

Noting the sharp rap on the table as one to ward off any dangerous demons of mythology, probably Irish considering his lineage, Arion laughed. She herself hardly believed in such things, though there were certain creatures she knew of that acted as personal demons and that could be avoided by use of counter-attacks and certain anti-curses. Still, Liam's actions were amusing to her, and she smiled.

[Martin]

Despite the fact that he had slept solidly last night, Martin was unusually pale and drawn today, and there were dark half-moons beneath his eyes. Of course, his usual black jacket only emphasized all that, so he was wearing a long-sleeve striped shirt instead. Personally, he thought it looked stupid, but everyone else had one. His vindication to himself for wearing it was that he owed himself a little conformity, since he was already so……….different….from everyone.
This cannot go on, Martin had thought to himself as awoke in his common room with the familiar ache in his bones he always had on the third morning of an active infection. That was what made him decide to speak with the professor.
‘’Ah, professor? Do you have a moment?''

[~*..::Arion::..*~]

Arion looked up at the sound of a voice and recognized the boy from the owlery. He looked dangerously pale, and for some reason, a sadness swelled inside her that would not go away, despite everything she had tried before. She remembered the sadness from her own troubles and couldn't believe that the sight of this desolate boy could inspire that loneliness back. "What's the problem?" Everything, she could tell by the look in his eyes, but she still asked as a courtesy.

[Martin]

''Well, sorry to interrupt your little.........uh.............breakfast,'' Martin searched for the right words, realizing that there were few, if any. ''But I was wondering if............you could help me.''
Martin loked at Liam, and was amused to notice that, though he was five years older than any of his friends, the look in his eye when he was around Arion was no different than the appearences of any of his classmates when they were involved in an infatuation.

[Ruby Rebel]

Ruby walked into the great hall with her hair in a high ponytail. She wore a long sleeved top again with Life Is Hard writing on it and some dark Jeans. She sat down at the Ravenclaw table and waited for someone to talk to.

[Professor Liam Imura]

Hearing the laugh, he looked her way and grinned. I'm guilty of superstitions. What can I say? It's in m' bloo', Liam remarked with a hearty laugh of his own. He could never stay angry at Arion, even if she didn't believe in the same customs or discipline methods as he did. In fact, he could never really be angry at Arion, only feel ashamed and scolded as negative emotions. Seeing Martin approach, he raised his brows- the lad was in his class, he remembered that on the roster but...he'd never seen him before until just now. Seeing that he was conversing with Arion, he merely shrugged and chose to listen in on the conversation and maybe add a bit of his imput if it was relevant. After all, Martin had approached Arion in public and thus was at a danger of eavesdroppers, not that Liam was one, mind.

[~*..::Arion::..*~]

A little bit of the depression subsided as she watched the kid size Liam up, and she wondered whether Liam would say anything about it. "What with?" She was beggining to like the boy less and less, especially the feeling he gave her...one of anxiety.

[Martin]

''I won't go into details, but i've heard,'' Martin laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation. He was saying this to a Professor. God, he was stupid. Or maybe just desperate.
He looked around, and dropped his voice. ''I've heard that we ............have something ...........alike.''

[~*..::Arion::..*~]

She desperately wanted to ask what they could possibly have in common, the way he was behaving causing her anxiety. He didn't act like a student, but more of a very intuitive peer that could see directly through her. "How so?" He was beating around the bush in a very careful way, and it made her wonder about him.

[Ruby Rebel]

Ruby took a apple from the Ravenclaw table and set it in her hand. She began to eat it until she heard Martin's voice she didn't bother to say anything since he looked busy enough as it was talking to two professor.

[~*..::Arion::..*~]

((Hey, Liam awake over there?-waves hand in front of face- ?))

[Martin]

Martin noticed his hands were shaking. Yet another symptom. He promptly shoved them in his pockets. ''Well, lets put it this way, we, ah, both have certain.................ailments.''
Ailments. Hah. That was a riot.

[Professor Liam Imura]

ooc:// lol...yes...


Liam noticed that Martin sized him up a bit but let it slide- the boy couldn't possibly take Liam. For one thing, Liam was just south of seven feet. For another, he was built along the lean muscles of a champion Chaser and for another...Liam had a full education of wizardy, was an animagus, and quite frankly...he had a werewolf on his side. Oh, and that Irish temper, can't leave that out, mind. Something in common with Arion? That would be interesting to hear about...

[~*..::Arion::..*~]

Catching his drift, she inhaled sharply and traded a dark glance with Liam before looking back at Martin. "What's your name?" What he was telling her was that he either had Lir's Syndrome, something unbelievable to her, or that it was something far worse.

[Ryan Redmond]

Ryan wheeled himself into the hall with a frown. He was sick of the stupid wheelchair, and although the nurse said to give it a few more days he disagreed. Although he respected her opinion he thought his ankle was doing failry well andperhaps he could walk with crutches instead. He didn't dare try walking now, as he knew it would be an embarrassing and humiliating experience he'd rather have in the company of few. His crimson robes dragged on the floor as he trundled over to where Ruby was seated alone. Ryan gave her a half smile and scanned the table for some food.

[Professor Liam Imura]

Oh, that.... Liam had learned of Lir's Syndrome from Arion and had never heard of it beforehand, so was a little startled- though he didn't show it- to hear that apparently some student had it as well. It was a little unnerving, but like a true male, Liam didn't show that certain emotion on the outside.