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Post by Emilee Lawson on Aug 14, 2009 10:10:21 GMT -5
Emilee folded her arms and walked through the Three Broomsticks. It was cold out and she was surprised this place wasn't swarming with Hogwarts students. Shrugging that off, she sat at the bar and looked through her notes and books, planning what she would do next week for her classes. She wasn't like the previous Professor Binns. Emilee tried to make her class exciting.
She would often make jokes to the students and last week she had an idea that maybe they should act out some scenes from history. Maybe that would be a good idea for her 3rd years, who were going into the 4 founders. She took note of that and ordered a butterbeer, sipping it slowly. She put the glass back down and thought maybe a visit home would be nice this weekend. She really missed Rory and her father. Her father had loved the quidditch-based chess set that she had gotten for him for his birthday.
She missed her daughter every day. But wrote to her all the time. She knew that some people wouldn't understand why she left her family this long, but she had to. For one, she wanted a good career. Something she could be proud of. Not to mention that her previous job at the Leaky Cauldron had not brought in near enough to support her five year old daughter and father.
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Post by Ronan McMillen on Aug 14, 2009 22:31:27 GMT -5
Ronan entered the Three Broomsticks with only two things on his mind. A nice butterbeer and his copy of the Daily Prophet. It was always nice to keep up with the things going on outside of Hogwarts. Waiting on a few of the students in line, Ronan looked down at the cover and watched as they reported on what they believed were more lies of He Who Must Not Be Named. Shaking his head sarcastically, a small smile appeared on his face. You would think people would get bored of that after so long of it going on. Why couldn’t they believe what the young man Harry Potter said. He thought to himself.
Finally up to his turn in line, Ronan stepped up to the counter and smiled widely at who was at the counter. “Just a butterbeer today.” His smile grew wider, as he waited. That had always been one of his favorite drinks, even as a young man at Hogwarts. Nodding to the clerk he spun around on his heels and looked for a place to sit. For the first time in ages, the Three Broomsticks wasn’t actually all that filled up. It seemed pretty slow today actually. Was it losing some of its interest? Ronan thought to himself.
Watching as many of the students rumored and spoke, he went in step to a seat near one of the windows. His favorite seat was actually open. The window seat so he could watch the people walk by. Today is going to be a good day. The perfect seat at his favorite shop, his lesson plans were finished, and the rest of the day was going to be spent having a good time. Letting a giant smile play on his lips, the teacher thought to himself as he sipped his butterbeer and opened up the Daily Prophet.
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Post by Emilee Lawson on Aug 15, 2009 11:29:52 GMT -5
Emilee sighed as she flipped through her book and finished with her plans. It was going to be a fun week. She grinned, quite pleased with herself. She grabbed a Daily Prophet and skimmed through it. She wasn't the biggest fan of them as of late. All of this drama about You Know Who and Harry Potter. Honestly, after what Dumbledore had done for her as of late, she woud trust that man with her life. So there really wasn't a reason to believe he was lying. And as for Harry Potter, well, she didn't see a reason to not believe him either.
She bit her lip slightly. Suddenly, there was a beeping sound coming from her pocket. Witches and wizards all over gauked at her. Her father insisted on getting Emilee a cell phone so Rory could hear her mother's voice. She turned a slight pink, knowing that most people weren't too keen on the the telephone. Especially one that rings like that. She looked up at the waitress that looked a bit unhappy with her at the moment. "Sorry....I'll just take this outside..." She said as she turned around and began to walk out of the place once she paid for her butterbeers. She picked up the phone and answered. "Hi sweetie. How's mama's girl?" She asked in a soothing manner. She was beside Ronan now, but completely immersed in the conversation she was having with her 5 year old daughter about her school days. She didn't even notice the puddle of water on the floor either as she slipped onto the ground, dropping her phone which made a crash on the hard floor.
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Post by Ronan McMillen on Aug 15, 2009 18:49:15 GMT -5
Flipping through the pages of the Daily Prophet, Ronan looked up curiously at the sound of a beeping noise coming from inside the room. Scanning the area of where he heard the noise, he gave a curious look at Emilee as she pulled out a phone and started talking to it. He did not think that those were allowed on school grounds. Muggle item or not. Watching curiously, Ronan smiled at the many things that muggles had made, the many crazy things. Shaking his head, Ronan pushed the paper back to his face.
Not a few seconds later, he heard a very large crash onto the ground. Looking up quickly, the paper falling to the floor, Ronan stood up and looked around. Emilee was on the ground. Running to her side he smiled at her a bit. "Gotta be more careful there professor." He said with a wide grin. Helping her stand up, Ronan picked up her phone and handed it to her. "May want to get this fixed." His Irish accent decently thick, and his wide grin still playing on his lips.
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Post by Emilee Lawson on Aug 17, 2009 16:05:48 GMT -5
Emilee felt completely embarrassed. Her face turned to a deep pink color as Ronan helped her up. It wasn't that hard of a fall. At least she wasn't injured. Emi really had never grown out of her clumsiness as a child. She brushed her curly blonde curls out of her face and took a hold of the ruined cell phone. She knew what he was thinking. How had this thing been able to work? "Thanks..." She finally said as she brushed her knees off. "Ugh... I don't know if it can be fixed," She said with a frown. "Dumbledore allows me to use it...to keep in touch with my daughter. She misses my voice sometimes," She added.
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Post by Ronan McMillen on Aug 17, 2009 16:30:18 GMT -5
Ronan had always thought that Emilee was a very cute girl, ever since he first seen her around Hogwarts. Today was no different of a day. Smiling at her, he helped her to her feet and looked her up and down. "No broken bones at least." He said his smile growing wider. "Now as for that thing. If Dumbledore allowed you to use it, im sure he can fix it for you just as easily." He gave her a wink and moved towards the door opening it for her. "I can accompany to you his office if you'd like as well." Pulling his wand out from his pocket, Ronan aimed it towards his things on the table. With a small flick of his wrist, the paper flew into his hand. Setting it under his arm, he turned back to Emi, he smile still glowing. "Shall we?" He asked her, his Irish accent showing off a bit more thick.
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Post by Emilee Lawson on Aug 17, 2009 16:54:57 GMT -5
Emilee sighed and turned it over in her hand. She looked up at him briefly. He was a handsome guy. She hadn't dated since....well... 6 years ago. She blinked up at him with her green eyes. Smiling back and blushed more as he looked her up and down. She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at him. He was right. Dumbledore could probably fix it. She'd hate if her dad had to buy her a new one. "I guess you are right. And its a cell phone."
She walked through the door he opened for her. "I suppose we shall," she added as they walked into the streets of Hogsmeade. She couldn't help but like his thick Irish accent. "So..." She put her hands in her pockets as they walked. She wasn't sure exactly what to say to him.
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Post by Ronan McMillen on Aug 18, 2009 14:49:08 GMT -5
"A cell phone? Those muggles have some weird names for things." Ronan said with a small smirk. Walking beside Emi they made their way up to the castle doors, the small talk continuing. "So.. So you were speaking to your daughter? It does not seem to healthy to be away from her all that much. Of course I dont have a child." His smile disappeared a little as he thought about one day having children of his own. That was if he could find a girl that he could actually love, not just see for a short time.
Shaking it off a short minute later, Ronan looked over at her and at the broken phone. Her daughter must have been upset about the sudden stoppage of speaking with her mother. "So what made you want to teach at Hogwarts Emilee?" The smile gleamed at her again as he spoke about the school.
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Post by Emilee Lawson on Aug 18, 2009 19:08:53 GMT -5
Emilee shook her head, remembering the times she's tried to help her father pronounce half of her friends names from school. "Well... it is hard. For both of us. But my father pushed me to do this. I've always wanted to anyways. Dumbledore lets me go see them whenever I want if I miss them too much." She said with a confident smile. She sighed as they walked through the castle doors. She shrugged. "Having a child is great. Especially if you have someone to share the experience with. You'll find someone, Ronan."
Emilee wouldn't mind finding someone and dating seriously. But she couldn't just do that. She had Rory to think about. What if Rory got attached to a guy that she was dating and the guy abandoned them? Or if it just didn't work out? Then Rory would be heartbroken and things would get complicated. She snapped out of her thoughts just in time to hear Ronan's question. "Oh... well... I teach History of Magic. How about yourself?" She asked, turning towards him a little.
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