TR Group 3

[miss.kara]

Group Three!!!!!

NESSA
JORAM
DIMITRI
LUCIUS

GO!!

[Dimitri Mikhail Zolnerowich]

The classroom.. the classroom was a mess. Dimitri raked a hand through his hair and looked at the surroundings. He preferred practical classes, especially for the older students. But then he hadn't taken into account that this would be a mixed class full of higher level DADA students from different houses with the Marauders mixed in as well. Practical classes had a lot of potential to go wrong to begin with, but this had apparently been a recipe for disaster. Then again, you'd expect a bunch of sixth years to focus and not let things get out of hand too much. ..then again, they were barely adults - what had Dimitri expected? His group-based assignments to disable potentially dark artefacts had gone wrong. All of the artefacts had been fake, of course, because Dimitri would never give them proper dark artefacts, and he'd charmed them to cover the students in goo (colourless and waterbased, but still) if they failed. Of course, things had eventually become more of a slime fight than a proper DADA class. And here he was, left to pick up the pieces. Or the snot, more like. Oh well, he had brought this upon himself.

Either way, how the chaos had come into being was not the issue here. The fact was that class was over and Dimitri was going to have to clean it up. He sure was glad he'd put the tables and chairs to the side of the classroom, but even those hadn't completely escaped the chaos.
Shrugging off his robes, which left him in his shirt sleeves, he twirled his wand between his fingers, trying to determine what would be the best place to start. In the end, he concluded there would be no best place and just got to work.


[Kept it relatively short so the other characters also get to shape the scene a little? Also, might leave Nessa out, as I stupidly confirmed her without thinking, and although I can probably think of a way to weasel her into the scene, I'm also kinda busy with thesis stuff so I might just ignore her xP]

[vicente joram mortelle]

With Professor Giovanni roaming the school's Joram found it difficult to be lax in his studies. Pushing his dark hair back he looked at the time and walked through the hallways. Upon having a confrence with Roderick, he was to take Defense Against the Dark Arts more serious, even if he did not wish to participate, news would get around. It didn't help that Adeline was watching him like a hawk either. Joram just wanted to be left out of the familly bull and let alone to do as he pleased. He was a Slytherin after all. Though to be good at what he did, he had to first learn how Defense worked against it. Maybe he should of been paying attention in each of his classes, that would be a good thing indeed.

Coming up from the dungeon's Joram turned and made headway toward the DADA classroom, he wasn't at all interested in picking up extra studies to get caught up in everything, but if he could get Roderick and Adeline off his case, it would make it all the easier.

Walking down the hall he heard familiar footsteps. It was a Malfoy, curious to see what it was about, he stopped where he was and darted around a corner. Lucius Malfoy, he was a former Slytherin, but Joram was more interested in the why, of all people Lucius Malfoy was walking the halls of Hogwarts.

{ I, too, am keeping this short so we can move plot faster as well as keep everyone interested}

[Lucius Malfoy]

Lucius didn't try to make it habit to make house calls. Unfortunately, not everyone who wanted to discuss matters with him had the guts to sneak out of Hogwarts and meet him in Hogsmeade. Despite the fact that he was in Hogsmeade every damn weekend the students were allowed to go, some of them still wanted him to meet them at Hogwarts. Luckily for Lucius, he had connections - powerful connections that allowed him to be in Hogwarts without so much as a second glance from most people. He remembered attending not long ago and how much he longed to have gone to Durmstrang. The place was going to ruins, in Lucius' mind. Defense Against the Dark Arts? Why did the students only learn defense and not the Dark Arts themselves? Why did they always want people to think of everything as light or dark, good or evil?

Regardless, Lucius walked through the corridors of the school. His shined shoes clicked against the stone floor and echoed throughout considering most of the corridors were empty. He was supposed to be meeting someone in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom. He couldn't remember their name, but the girl had said that she had friends who had wanted to speak to him, too. Lucius was a bit of a paranoid person, wondering if this was a set-up. He was willing to go, if not at least to make another appointment with them somewhere a little more... private. Lucius was looking forward to when he could stop recruiting children (although they were the easiest with their impressionable young minds) and move onto adults... at least they'd be able to meet at his manor and he wouldn't have to leave his comfort zone.

Lucius entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, but instead of seeing the girl with her friends, he saw just the Professor. Within moments of standing there, he heard girls' voices. He looked through the door again to see wide, frightened eyes, and then the girls departed again. Lucius scowled to himself. They didn't know the Professor would be here. They were too scared to approach with faculty watching. He pretended he saw nothing and gave his best attempt at a welcoming smirk to Professor Z. He never bothered to remember how to pronounce the man's last name. It was much too... foreign for Lucius' tongue.

"Do you enjoy playing janitor to the students?"

[/b] Lucius drawled, looking around in digust at the mess. "I don't see why you don't get them to clean up after themselves. Then again... I suppose it's a Defence class... not something as intellectually demanding as a janitorial lesson..."[/b]

Lucius smiled at the Professor as if he had just complimented the man. Lucius picked at his cuffs for a moment. "I see you're still teaching?"

It was lame, but what else was he supposed to say? He couldn't simply walk into a classroom as if he had just mistakenly walked into the wrong store at a mall. No doubt the Professor was wondering why Lucius was there at all, but Lucius wasn't about to give all his secrets away. [/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Dimitri Mikhail Zolnerowich]

Dimitri looked up as someone entered and had to admit that he was mildly surprised. He had expected a student, perhaps, as students were wont to come to the classroom if they were looking for him. But then again he should've known those confident slow steps could only have belonged to an adult - and a Malfoy at that. He heard a flutter of girls' voices, then a lighter, faster sound of shoes on stone, and frowned to himself, turning towards the sound just in time to catch Lucius Malfoy pulling a face (whether it was at the situation or the slime all over was a mystery to him) before attempting (and no doubt pretending) to smile at him in greeting.
Unphased (and with desinterest), Dimitri turned away from the Ministry Official again. He had met Lucius once before, briefly, at the Ministry shortly after he'd moved to the UK, but he doubted Lucius even remembered that.
He shrugged slightly at Lucius' question. "Enjoying it, not particularly," Dimitri answered, with an amused smile. "But there is a certain satisfaction in cleaning the mess you've caused, isn't there?" He flicked his wand at a table (muttering a 'затвердевать' under his breath) and the mess became more solid, easy to peel off because it was no longer sticky and snotty.
"I have no students in detention to do it for me and it is hardly any trouble." After all, he'd fixed worse messes, with and without magic.

He didn't expect Lucius to stay, to be honest. Dimitri didn't expect him to want to meet him (least of all here) - he couldn't think of any reason why Malfoy wanted to speak to him and he didn't even want to think of reasons why he would. Actually, he'd be glad to see the back of him. But then Lucius asked him another question.
"I came to this country to teach, I never wanted to do anything else," he commented dryly as he magically pried off the hardened subtance off a table's surface and levitated it to a trashcan in the corner.

[vicente joram mortelle]

Joram peeked around a corner as Lucius stopped and then entered the classroom. Hearing the door close, jorrie slid up to it and pressed his ear against one of the wooden boards. Strainging to listen, he was curious as to why the Ministry was getting involved in Hogwarts, and he couldn't help but listen. 'Nothing interesting so far.' Spying was fun, and it was even more fun when the ministry was involved.

Now, Joram had great respect for Lucius, mostly because he was easy on the eyes, but also because he was a former Slytherin. Staying still he could hear talking, as Professor Zolnerowich was cleaning the classroom. The Mortelle boy had two choices, one he could enter the room and ask for extra credit to get his marks up, or two, he could wait out here, listen and figure out why of all places Lucius Malfoy would be walking these hallways, and talking to Defense Against Dark Arts educators. The latter of the two sounded much more amusing.

Now, Joram wasn't particularly good at keeping quiet. The boy had an attitude, and a cocky one at that. He liked to be known, so being secrative was going to be much more difficult than waltzing in, and acting surprised. Maybe he would do that in a few minutes, after he figured out why exactly Malfoy was here.

[Lucius Malfoy]

Lucius smirked at the Professor. He tapped the cane that he kept his wand concealed in on the ground and rested his body weight upon it. "I do not see satisfaction in doing a House Elf's job. Does this Institute no longer employ House Elves?"

Lucius' cold, grey eyes made their way around the classroom, from ceiling corner with cobwebs to the piles of dirt in corners. He took out a handkerchief and wiped the top of his cane with it without realizing what he was doing. "Well, if you are employing House Elves, you are clearly not punishing them enough for their substandard cleaning."

[/b]

Lucius was rather surprised that Dimitri did not take the bait of Lucius insulting Defense Against the Dark Arts. He wasn't sure if it was a pity or not. He was never sure if he was in the mood for an argument until after one usually started. He decided in that moment that he wasn't in the mood for one. Would that stop him from making sarcastic comments? Of course not. Lucius' personality didn't change just because he didn't feel like bickering with the common Professor.

"With regret, I don't know if I should be lingering. Especially because the shadow under the door tells me that a student or faculty member is waiting to speak to you,"[/b] Lucius stated. He ignored the man's comment about coming to the country to teach. Lucius didn't really care much for immigrants. With that, Lucius walked over to the door, wrapped his handkerchief around the handle and opened it, revealing a male student. His noticeable eyes made Lucius aware that he recognized him, but he wasn't sure from where. Did they perhaps attend Hogwarts together when the boy was in lower years? [/size][/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Dimitri Mikhail Zolnerowich]

"No," Dimitri sighed and glared at Lucius' back. "I guess you wouldn't see that - in certain circles they tend to lose sight of what is important in life." Dimitri wasn't subtle about this. He hated Malfoy's guts, really, and couldn't think of a single reason why he should pretend he didn't. Besides that, his classroom was covered in gunk and he was in no mood to be polite with the man.
For the moment, he tried to ignore the Ministry official and just went about his chore. It did make him feel better to have something to do with his hands while he was very pointedly not paying attention to Lucius. He wasn't worth his time (or that's what he kept telling himself, to keep his head cool - it wasn't working so well though).

At Lucius' next words, Dimitri glanced at the door and raised an eyebrow. "I don't even know why you're here," he said dismissively, "and whatever you have to say can't be of much value or interest to me, and if there is a student or colleague to see me, I'm prositive that's more important than whatever business you have to attend to." Deep down, Dimitri knew it was a bad idea to piss off Lucius Malfoy, but doing it just felt so good. (Especially after his run-in with Integra.) Whatever Lucius could throw at him, be it a curse or bureaucracy, Dimitri didn't feel too threatened by it. (Even though perhaps he should.) As Lucius walked to the door, Dimitri turned towards him. "Though speaking of that - what are your business here? I didn't hear anything about the Ministry coming by today, so what were you planning to do in my classroom?" He bit back an 'as much as you belong with the slime that's in here', because he wasn't going to lower himself to the point of such childish insults.
Dimitri recognised the student outside the door (he made a point of memorising names, first names in fact) and gave him a bit of a nod, even a bit of a smile. "Was there anything you needed, Joram?" As cold and insulting as he'd sounded when talking to Lucius Malfoy, so patient did he sound when speaking to this student. I'm impressed with Dimitri's self control.