Thread: Taming the wolf, a Hogwarts romance. (The Deviant x Wolfman)

They don't teach it, I just like to cook. My day's been fine, thank you for asking. I took some tarts to Hagrid and spent a good bit of my morning chatting with him over tea. He's wonderful company. A part of him melted when he heard her say that. Hagrid, clumsy and awkward oaf that he was, was probably the kindest person anyone could ever meet and befriend. It spoke volumes of her as a person, especially since she was a Slytherin. Slytherins, traditionally, did not get on well with half-breeds. Her admittance that she not only was Hagrid's friend but also took the time to make him a nice treat was the best indication yet that she had no ill intentions toward Filius. He almost gave a start when she took her robes off. She was the most perfectly shaped young woman he'd ever seen, no contest. She had cascades of curly brown hair crowning a beautiful face with striking blue eyes, and a body that... well, he had no trouble believing she was popular with the boys. She seemed a bit nervous. Now why was that? She was brave enough to be alone with him, so he very much doubted that she was too afraid of him. But then, she'd indicated as much when she made a point of walking up to him and say hello last evening. That in itself was a rare occurence. How's your day been, Professor? I believe I saw Jeremy Oddsbody in the second floor corridor looking quite shaken, and I know he has a tendency to be more of a practical jokester than he lets on... You wouldn't happen to know who he crossed today, would you? The way she smiled at him as she cocked her head told him she already had a pretty shrewd idea of who Oddsbody had crossed today, but he decided to humor her My day? I've had better days, and I've had worse days. He didn't want to come off as self pitying, so he kept it brief The mornings after running as a wolf are always rough, of course. That's to be expected. Between you and me, I can't WAIT until the classes are over so I can get a few hours of sleep. As for Oddsbody, let's just say that he cost Gryffindor some points and leave it at that. He had frightened the boy, there was no point in humiliating him further. I've had to be strict with my two first classes to nip the worst behaviour in the bud. He was shifting his glance as he spoke to her. She was so delightfully young and beautiful, and the more he gazed at her the harder it became to concentrate. He had to look away from time to time to stay focused. And her scent was still as intoxicating as ever. It was at the same time arousing and almost... calming? Doing his hardest NOT to focus on those luscious long legs of hers or the way her denim jeans accentauted her hips and the t-shirt showed off her breasts, he started seriously rambling. So- so, how do you like muggle studies then, Aur- Miss Archambault? Being muggleborn myself, the muggle world doesn't hold any more mystery to me than it does to other muggles, of course. But- but I can see how many of the things muggles take for granted can be confounding, and vice versa. Are- are there any subjects regarding muggles that you find difficult to comprehend, please let me know. He was desperately trying to keep a polite distance. To be infatuated with such a young pupil was troublesome at best. And with him being a slavering murderous beast three nights a month, it was downright dangerous for the both of them. His train of thought and his ramble was interrupted as the door flew open and the rest of the pupils filed in. After he'd called for silence he did a roll call, and the class began in earnest. The word 'photography' is the joining of the words photo, meaning light, and graphic, meaning image or picture. Thus, images of light, which, I think, is a rather poetic turn of phrase.... The first part of the lecture went fine. Although the scent of Aurelia was making him giddy and aroused, he managed to keep it together and lecture about exposure times, how the absence of magic meant that a muggle photography just caught a slice of time, and how that could be manipulated. He showed examples of pictures with low and high shutter times and explained how long exposure time meant blurry pictures while short exposure time could capture the flight of a bullet. Or indeed, a golden snitch. And then some of the students started snickering as they stole glances at him.