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Thread: A Chess Game of Love (Harry Potter) {ArchonXeno & Frogger}

First thing in the morning, Professor Archon had to teach third-year potions. Granted, he made his schedule, and it wasn't as if he were going to sleep in at all. When he did sleep, it was never for very long. There was research to do and potions to brew. Well. A rhyme. He claimed to be many things, but a poet was not one of them. He was a renowned Potions Master and wizard, a highly-regarded magical theorist, and one of the more well-like professors at Hogwarts. Or, at least, so it seemed to him. But who really knew. He was Head of Slytherin House, so often he was more proud and full of himself than was reasonable. Nonetheless, a great deal of students took his Magical Theory classes. And those classes were not easy at all. He almost felt sorry for them. Almost. He unlatched the door to allow the students in, stepping away to his desk, eyes watching them as they filed past his raised lab table. Good morning. Find a place to sit, you know by now that I don't care where that is. If you think you need a lab partner, sit at a table with them. If you think you can make it in third year without one, take a chance, sit by yourself, and best of luck to you. You know me well enough to know I won't go easy on you for being brave. He slipped off the outer cloak of his robes, revealing a more fitted set of garments underneath. His arms were wrapped with black cloth, and a fairly fitted black shirt covered his torso. His pants were just as black, but fairly unremarkable. He could have passed for almost normal in the Muggle world, save for the silver belt around his waist. It was about an inch thick, with a silver clasp on the front, and each panel of the belt was inscribed with a different rune. It shimmered in the pale green light that lit the potions room. Are there any questions before we begin? Most of you should know my class and how I operate by now. I'm not going to waste any of our time with that sort of first-day babble when we could be brewing potions. Or attempting to brew potions, for the less talented. He said, the faintest hint of a smirk playing across his lips.
Thread: A Chess Game of Love (Harry Potter) {ArchonXeno & Frogger}

Holiday had to admit, she didnt think shed be so lucky as to have Potions on the first day of classes. Most Gryffindors hated Potions Professor Archon is a renowned Potions Master and Wizard, and he isnt exactly kind when it comes to delivering homework. Perfection is an expectation, and anything less will earn you a failing grade. No, itd probably earn you homework not even a Seventh Year could finish. Snippets of conversation filling the air, Holiday kept off to the side, waiting for the door to be unlatched. Fiery red tumbled against the girls -no, young womans- features, tones of ivory, bronze, copper and more bringing out the captivating green of her eyes. Being tall and slender, Holiday is the envy of any Gryffindor, first or Seventh year and the envy of the Slytherins, not that any would admit such a thing. Good morning. Find a place to sit, you know by now that I dont care where that is. If you think you need a lab partner, sit at a table with them. If you think you can make it in third year without one, take a chance, sit by yourself, and best of luck to you. Blue, green and brown eyes exchanging nervous glances, Holiday had to bite back a laugh. Those bewitching green eyes moving on, Holiday followed her classmates into the room, robes flowing about her slender, and yet curvy frame. What with high, defined cheeks, a proud, aristocratic nose, and a smile that which is inflames the imagination, it is a wonder no one has honestly say they are dating the Gryffindor. A couple males glanced over in her direction, clearly appreciating the curves hidden underneath those robes and also clearly imagining what else is hiding underneath. Taking a seat towards the middle, Holiday sat down, one leg crossing over the other revealing hints of a long, slender leg. Good morning to you, too, Professor Archon, Holiday greeted, offering him a smile. How was your summer? Professor Archon was not one for idle chit-chat, Holiday knew that much for certain, but she was curious and well, she had to admit, hes hot for a teacher. If he was just a couple years younger, shed probably ask him out on a date okay, most likely, not probably. Resting her chin in the palm of a hand, Holidays smile took on a cheeky quality, all while fiery red fell against mesmerizing green.
Thread: A Chess Game of Love (Harry Potter) {ArchonXeno & Frogger}

Archon would be a liar if he said that Holiday's lovely visage and appealing physique had escaped his notice. He truly wasn't that old, and she, being young and perfectly curved as well as exceptionally bright, caught his eye early on. But now, in her third year, her maturity was particularly clear. And it took extreme self control to not make a move on her. It had been a while since he had been intimate with anyone. Let alone any sort of relationship. His lifestyle wasn't really one where it would be fair to have someone worried all the time because he wasn't eating or sleeping or that he was going to blow off one of his hands in an experiment. He had come way to close to comfort with that last one. Good morning, Miss Bell. My summer was cold, truthfully. Not emotionally, though I'm sure a great deal of you would call me that. I took a research trip to the Alps. Anyone interested in my research can come by my office after classes. Though I'm not sure too many of you can handle advanced Magic Theory, but we'll see who is taking that class later today. He had moved from talking to Holiday and was addressing the class now, and switched back to her. His eyes noted the empty seat next to her. No lab partner, Miss Bell? Always a brave soul. You'll do your House proud. He said. Hm. That was a compliment. Better be careful. Of course, whether or not you'll make me proud has yet to be seen. There. Better. Of course, she had always excelled in his classes, so he's probably be eating his words in a few weeks, but he wouldn't mind. It always did please him when someone did well. Even if he showed it by challenging them further. We are past the time for books! He announced. You know doubt noticed there was no book requirement for this class. We will be memorizing some potion recepies, and doing others from the board. You'll see today's is already written. Complete it to the best of your ability. We'll be feeding them to toads, because while the correct potion is supposed to give a boost of energy, I don't particularly want to be accidentally turned blue. It's a horrible color on me. No offense, Ravenclaws. He said, a small smirk returning. Begin.
Thread: A Chess Game of Love (Harry Potter) {ArchonXeno & Frogger}

Feeling a bit smug and pleased with herself, Holiday stuck her tongue out at the Professor playfully, mischief dancing within those green eyes... almost like fireflies. Professor Archon took a research trip to the Alps...? Huh, interesting. I wonder what he found there. With a small nod to herself, Holiday decided she should see this research for herself. Magic Theory was a class she was taking this year too, and it gives her the perfect opportunity to ask... and even if she hadn't, she would have asked either way. Holiday returned to the present whenever he mentioned her being without a lab partner, and couldn't help but chuckle under her breath. Why would I need a lab partner, when I can take care of things myself? If Holiday didn't know any better, she could have sworn the man's first comment was a compliment. Magnificent green eyes blinked, long, dark red eyelashes brushing the tops of her cheeks... casting small shadows onto the skin, surprise lurking within their depths. It wasn't but a moment later that her attention was directed elsewhere, reading the potion recipe written in neat, elegant script across the blackboard. I did notice there wasn't a book requirement for this class, but... I didn't think we'd be memorizing recipes... A tiny smirk playing along Holiday's lips as his last parting words about how blue wasn't his color, the class began... much to many students' horror. Chaos erupted as cauldrons were brought out, notes from previous years, and other items. Holiday calmly pulled out her cauldron, mindful to set the heat low while she read the ingredients carefully. One mistake could end up being where her hair is dyed purple, not too serious... or her losing a hand, which was tons more serious. Bubotuber pus, newt, rose oil and cinnamon... Holiday murmured under her breath, lining up everything she was going to need. Easy, considering the potions we brewed last year... More than half the class failed, from her understanding, with her being one lucky student among five to move on. Intent on the task at hand, Holiday waited until the cauldron was ready before beginning, adding three drops of rose oil first into its awaiting belly. Next, she cut the green balls into half, mindful not too be overly rough, and squeezed each half in, making the potion take on a light lavender color.
Thread: A Chess Game of Love (Harry Potter) {ArchonXeno & Frogger}

Archon bit back a smile as Holiday stuck out her tongue. The action was... adorable. He shook his head slightly, as if trying to get rid of the thought. Really? Adorable? Her reaction to his words that may or may not have been a compliment... was attractive, her lovely eyes blinking sweetly, mischief still lit in them, her pretty lips... NO. He would not admire a student in such a manner. Shaking it off, he returned to his lab table and picked up the leather bound book on his podium, glancing through it. Maybe there was something he had missed. He had retrieved this book from the Alps, where it was said that a powerful mage guarded it so the secrets of such immense powers did not fall into the hands of the unworthy. In truth, a little old wizard had let him into a warm cave where he had given Archon food and shelter for a night before sending him away with the book the next morning. But Archon wasn't going to tell anyone that and would just let them believe what they wished. But thus far, he had been unable to find anything within the book regarding the wandless magics. There were healing potions of supposedly great power and there were spells to remove different magical wards, as well as warding spells that were resistant to those very counterspells. Perhaps there was some secret, perhaps one of the last blank pages of the book held the secret, written in a kind of invisible ink. He would have to prepare a revealing potion. As he stood to fetch the ingredients he had most recipes memorized, hence why his students were going to do the same thing, he glanced around the classroom, examining the colors of the potions around the room. Unsurprisingly, many of them were vibrant shades of every color but the one the potion was supposed to be. With a sigh, he tapped his desk to gain their attention. Everyone except Miss Bell has done something incorrect. Ten points to Gryffindor, I suppose. He said, waving a hand dismissively. Bring your potions up here for me to correct, or restart. If I correct them for you, remember, I do take points from your score. Miss Bell, continue the recipe with continuing precision. It gets tricky there on the last step. He said, partially a tease, partially a warning. He crossed the room to his own supply closet and walked in, grabbing a few jars and bottles from the shelves, balancing them between long, slender fingers and then storming back up to his own lab table, where he set about heating his own cauldron and setting out the ingredients.
Thread: A Chess Game of Love (Harry Potter) {ArchonXeno & Frogger}

Everyone except Miss Bell has done something incorrect. Ten points to Gryffindor, I suppose. Holiday blinked, having lost herself in thought and in the process of making the potion absolutely perfect. It was a tricky one, shell admit that much, but she wasnt going to give up. Bright green eyes lifting, vapors wafting from the lavender potion and caressing her features with ethereal fingertips. No one else has-? Really? A small, pleased smile forming upon the girls lips, Holiday lifted a hand and brushed several threads of hair out of bewitching green. Twenty students, Gryffindor and Ravenclaw alike, rose from their seats, heading towards the front where Professor Archon waited with ingredients to correct their failed attempts. It was somewhat amusing. From what Holiday could tell, no one remembered much of last year, or the year before, otherwise they'd have done better. One girl brushed her fingers over the burnt remains of her hair, despair widening her eyes whenever bits and pieces crumpled onto her shoulder. Luckily her potion was the only one which went volatile. A sprinkle of peppermint, and thin, silk-like wisps of pearly-white emitted from the cauldron as the brew within darkened to blue. Alright, here comes the tricky part, Holiday realized, eyes taking on a look of deep concentration. Working with slow precision, she added ingredient after ingredient, potion taking on alternate colors with every new addition. At one point, Holiday could have sworn the potion had smelled of wildflowers and something exotic, but that may have been just a figment of her imagination. Holiday held onto a breath, unconsciously doing so while doing the task at hand. Wayward strands of fiery red tumbled forward, gracing the girls features though this, she didnt notice either. Finally three drops of Lobalug venom One drop rippled the potions surface, another following on its heels and the three taking its sweet time on the descent. Violet blue brightened, a puff of smoke leaping up, almost like a great, big cough upon its completion. Holiday let out the breath she was holding, delight dancing in bright green as she relaxed back in the seat. It was a tricky recipe, however no recipe will ever get the best of this Gryffindor, not now, and not ever. Several students shot jealous glances over in her direction, but she didnt pay them any mind. Why should she care, when its their faults, not hers, their potions werent coming along? Professor? Holiday called out, lifting a hand in order to get his attention. I finished the assignment. Smug satisfaction and pleasure swirling within those eyes of hers, revealing the golden specks hiding within the depths, the girl indicated the cauldron with a wave of her hand, waiting for him to look it over himself.
Thread: A Chess Game of Love (Harry Potter) {ArchonXeno & Frogger}

Her chuckle caught him by surprise, and the sound of it was so pretty it made him smile for the briefest of seconds before he regained his composure. The smile was gone as he turned away from her and ushered the class out of his room. His sharp green eyes me with her warm ones of similar color. Indeed you will, Miss Bell. Indeed you will. He said, nodding his head slightly. Once all the students had left his room, he slipped back into his black outer robe, draping it loosely over his shoulders. His front, fit arms wrapped in the black silk, his torso covered in the black cloth shirt, black pants secured with a silver belt, wand tucked into it, was exposed as the robe billowed behind him like his shadow. He walked briskly out of the dungeon room to the stone staircase, ascending upward toward the third floor, where the Magic Theory classroom was located. He entered that room without pause, closing the door behind him with a soft click. Good morning, students. he said, giving a look to the mere ten students sitting in the classroom before him. The ten of you are either brave, foolish, overconfident, or, though this last one is highly unlikely, actually brilliant. He said with a straight face, storming to the raised dais upon which the large black counter that served as his desk stood. Next to it was an oak lectern holding a very large book bound in leather and bronze edging. He paced to the lectern, casting off the outer robe again. It got in the way when he tried to cast spells or move around, or brew potions. Throughout time, wizards and witches across the globe have attempted to determine where magic comes from. So many concepts get brought up, including things like the soul, destiny, deities, and the like. There is, as of yet, no answer to the question. But this class will explore several different theories as to why some can perform magic and others cannot. We will also explore ways of manipulating magic, creating spells and binding them to wand patterns and words. This class will not be just book-work, though there will be intense amounts of that. We will test theories, we will create spells, and we will study existing ones. There will be mathematics and calculations. You will write. You will read. It will not be easy. He said, his face conveying no sense of sympathy or hint of concern. And I will not be easy on you. But the wizarding world knows that a passing grade in this class, under my teaching, is high praise indeed. His eyes worked over the eyes of the students, and lingered for a moment longer on Holiday than he had intended. I will offer extra credit to those willing to assist with my research, but ONLY if you are capable of providing actual assistance and worthy ideas to the work. For those interested, my current topic of study is wandless magic. It is proving... difficult, even for me. And I don't expect many of you to want to assist me, even for extra credit. He said. But it is an option. Now. Are there any questions before we begin lecture and I teach you about the basic theories of magical energy?
Thread: A Chess Game of Love (Harry Potter) {ArchonXeno & Frogger}

Having dismissed the class, Archon set about packing up quills and books, when Holiday approached his desk. He raised his eyes from the book, considering her as she looked up at him and spoke from the opposite side of the structure. I shall keep that in mind, Miss Bell, and I shall let you know my decision. He told her, and watched her go. He had to admit... the possibility of spending hours working closely with her, getting to know her... That was tempting. But he couldn't allow such emotional drives to interfere with his project. His day was finished after several long classes and teaching, then several more hours spent in his private lab, working on revealing any hidden message within the pages. Unfortunately, he was having no luck. The book was not any more than met the eye, it would seem. So he left it on the lectern in his lab and took a trip to the staff bathrooms, relaxing in the hot bath, the steam coiling around him, muscles of his torso enjoying the heat, his mind wandering... And, unchecked, it wandered to her. Holiday. Slender body... pale, delicate skin, flushed cheeks, fiery hair and gemstone-like eyes. Deliciously curved body and length of leg... He shook his head shaking away those thoughts. No. He could not get involved with a student and certainly shouldn't allow himself to fantasize about her. He stood up, water dripping from his body, and quickly toweling himself down, though the water left a glistening residue on his skin. He pulled on the cloth pants and tossed his sleeveless black shirt over one shoulder. His torso was exposed as were his arms and the small ring of runes around his biceps. He walked out of the baths, moving back toward his private labs when he turned a corner to the staircase area and stopped, surprised. There, looking up at the portraits, in all her loveliness, was Holiday. After a long moment of uncontrolled gazing, he forced himself back to the moment. Miss Bell. I do believe it is after curfew.
Thread: A Chess Game of Love (Harry Potter) {ArchonXeno & Frogger}

Miss Bell. I do believe it is after curfew. Holiday tilted her head towards the familiar voice, a bit taken by surprise. Teachers patrol the hallways, looking for students out of their beds however, they normally dont go down this hallway...at least, as far as she knows. Professor, she greeted, a cocky grin coming into existence along the curve of her lip that is, until she caught sight of him all of him. Whoa Who would have thought his robes would be hiding so much? I like what I see Taking a moment to enjoy the view, Holiday lifted her gaze to meet his, shadow and light reflecting off bright, vibrant green. Their eyes connected, and... if she didn't know any better... she'd say that a bolt of something electric had passed through her body, setting fire to her very blood. Is it, now? I had no idea, Holiday supplied as an answer, knowing fully well that it was past curfew... well past. Of course, the mischievous twinkle in the young woman's eyes gave her away, as did the smile creeping onto her lips. I lost track of time, after having finished my Potions essay... All I wanted was a breath of fresh air, explore the castle a bit before I head off to bed. Who was she kidding? Holiday knew very well what she was doing... and the Professor, he was no fool. Time and time again, he has proven himself to be... much more than that. Professor, what are those runes on your arm? Over the years, she caught glimpses of said runes... but never has she gotten a close enough look to satisfy her curiosity. Fiery red tumbling about to grace the young woman's pale features, Holiday moved forward without a second thought... the very tips of her fingers brushing over his bicep and the runes which color the skin there. I never gotten an opportunity to ask, what with everything that goes on in classes... and I hardly see you outside of classes, as it is... Holiday shifted closer, eyes tracing over the intricate loops that form the runes, their vibrant green darker because of curiosity and the thirst to know. If I didn't know any better, I'd say these were Ancient in origin... she murmured under her breath, other hand coming to rest on his chest. Too late, Holiday realized what she did, and quickly withdrew the hand. Ah, sorry! I must be bothering you, aren't I? she asked, laughing softly while placing some distance between him and her. I didn't mean any offense, Professor.
Thread: A Chess Game of Love (Harry Potter) {ArchonXeno & Frogger}

Was it his imagination, or did her eyes linger on his body for a moment longer than perhaps... innocent? Trying to ignore the ideas that put in his mind, he pushed it away, raising an eyebrow in clear disbelief as she said she hadn't noticed it was past curfew. Little lion, I think you know that I am not so easily fooled. But he wasn't one to enforce the rules heavily either, especially upon such a successful and attractive student. She approached him, her pretty eyes on the bands of runes around his arms, and before he could react, the very tips of her fingers traced along the skin and the muscle underneath... He suppressed the urge to make sound of approval... He hadn't been touched by someone else in a while... his life left little time for that sort of thing... He tried to push that away as she withdrew her hand. Not a bother at all, Miss Bell, and no offense taken. I enjoy your curiosity. They are Ancient, part of a ceremony that draws the magic in the body to the arms and hands. I had hoped they would bring more power to those areas so wandless magic might prove easier. Currently, however, that has yet to occur. Though I've noticed my reflexes and dexterity in my arms and hands has increased, so perhaps once I find the secret to unlocking the theory behind wandless magic, they will indeed assist me. But, beyond that, I merely enjoy how they look. he said, the corner of his mouth quirking upwards in a small smirk. Speaking of my research. he said, looking down at her. 'I'd like to formally accept your request to assist me. I think, of you and your peers, you will be the most helpful, if you have half as much talent for Theory as you do Potions. He said, and for a moment there was a genuine smile on his face before it darted away, like some rare creature that you only saw long enough to know it existed.