Thread: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry

Dark blue eyes lifted from the beautiful creature, surprise dancing through the depths before the surprise was overrun by a faint smile. Ah, Miss Katya... Good evening, he greeted, one hand still lingering on the unicorn while he rose onto his feet. The gash may not be life-threatening...but the man didn't want her to suffer, and so that one hand was applying a salve to her injured leg. His smile adopted a sheepish edge. Is it that obvious? he asked with a soft chuckle, his free hand lifting to run through his hair, causing his bangs to fall into his eyes. I thought I was hiding it so well. Joking, Synclair glanced over his shoulder at the unicorn, and was pleased to find her putting pressure on her leg. Good girl... he cooed, his hand running over her magnificent white coat. You'll be better in no time, if you keep that up. Just take it easy. Don't cause any trouble, alright? The unicorn gave a neigh in reply, and almost looked like she was rolling her eyes at him. Synclair chuckled, before giving the horse a stern look, though it was touched by amusement. Don't you dare sass me. Now go, or else I'll have to do something about that attitude of yours. A lock of hair fell over his dark blue eyes...which added a bit of boyish charm to his otherwise masculine looks. For the past six years now, he has taught at the prestigious Hogwarts School for young witches and wizards...and has enjoyed every minute of it. Sure, there were moments where he didn't...but that was to be expected. The unicorn rolled those intelligent brown eyes of hers again, before trotting back into the Forbidden Forest. Ah, sorry... I didn't forget about you or anything. Synclair's smile adorably sheepish, he picked up what few things were on the grass, directing his full attention onto the female teacher. I have to go see my garden... Would you like to join me? he asked, being only polite. After all, she did interrupt her flight in order to see him. It might not be often he spoke to Miss Katya...however, he wouldn't mind doing so more often. Siobhan! Oh, what a pleasure! Nilsa rose gracefully from her seat -or throne, as she liked to think of it- extending her arms towards the teenager. It's been a while. I can see you've forgotten your manners, my dear. The last part gently teasing, with a underlying current of seriousness, her bright blue eyes met red, both pairs equally mischievous. It might be hereditary... Arms wrapping around the smaller girl, she drew her near, love and warmth searing the two girls together. If you're not careful, I might need to remind you of your manners... she breathed into Siobhan's ear, a smile curving those sinfully full lips. Either that, or... punish you... Laughing softly, Nilsa pulled away from her niece, holding the girl out at arm's length. You've grown out your hair, the headmistress noted almost immediately upon inspection, one hand reaching out to play with the very tips. You must tell me everything about your trip. How was your cousins in the U.K., and your other aunts? Not that they matter, of course. With a soft chuckle, she released Siobhan, and leaned against the edge of her desk. Both hands came to rest on either side of her hips. With the light pouring in, her long, curly golden hair was set ablaze...and into a dozen colors. Nilsa tilted her head back, as though she could feel its warmth. Her lips curved into a faint smile, her fingers tracing along the smooth wood making up her desk. I did miss you, sweet, mischievous Siobhan... Nilsa purred, opening one blue eye to look at the girl standing before her. Did I ever say...that you remind me so much of myself? A cheeky grin replacing the faint smile, she ran a hand through her long golden mane, and then stretched both arms high above her head.