Liam West
This here's... well interesting.
Sun Nov 24, 2013 19:57

Liam generally wasn’t a busy man when he wasn’t teaching lessons and since he didn’t teach a core class he had quite a bit of free time to himself. He had spent most of his afternoon taking inventory of his vast collection of artifacts and found that he was missing nothing but what he had taken home over his break. He was covered in a good bit of dust and possibly some other substances as well. He had forgotten just how many knickknacks he had. Then again, what he had at Rocky Mountain didn’t even compare to what he had at Thornbrooke Way.

The estate left to Liam was full of what he had found on his various digs. Every now and again, he would switch out some of the items so that he had new teaching material. Countless lesson plans sat around his quarters, all waiting for the right time to be taught to his next class. The man never would have figured that he had been one for teaching, but after the last term at the institute, it was something that he loved. He was eager to watch the kids learn something he was passionate about and every now and then a student would have a flare for the Foretelling Arts. It made his day every time.

He sat back on his heels, sighing as he set the last polished relic back onto the shelf. Along with the dust he was covered in, Liam smelled finely of the cleaning polish he had used to cause his objects to shine. He had actually found a few things that he had thought were missing and was thrilled to discover that they had not been lost or taken. Most of the things he had at school were things that he had duplicates of, any token that he only had one of was either tucked away in his vaults or in the safe hidden within his home.

The only thing he kept with him at all times was his deck of tarot cards. The deck was the final gift that was given to him by his parents. He had almost burned the cards after the car crash that took his parents, a few of the edges of the objects had gotten badly burned before Liam had realized how much they meant to him. Ever since, the singed cards had become his last connection to his parents and he found himself drawing one. He found that as often as the cards were wrong, they were right as well. Before he truly knew what he was doing, he found himself pulling the deck out of his pocket and drawing one of the faded cards. He smirked at the Star card, and slid it back into the packet before heading to shower.

Earlier in the day, he had gotten received a letter from Bailey Shepard, the Quidditch Coach and Deputy Head. She had requested his presence that night at seven to discuss something with him. She hadn’t said what she wanted, just simply demanded his attendance. Normally, Liam would ignore something like this, but he was a respectable person now and had to adhere to the requests of those in authority positions over him. He washed quickly, knowing he was pressed for time at the current moment.

Liam was not one to be late, which meant that he didn’t exactly have the time he needed to be completely presentable. Fresh out of the shower, the professor did his best to tame his otherwise unruly hair. With a towel wrapped around his waist, he headed towards his dresser and rifled around in his drawers for something presentable. He settled for a pair of dark jeans and a black pullover, making sure to stick his tarot cards into the back pocket of his pants. He rolled the sleeves of the sweater up to his elbows and left his own quarters, heading for the office of one Bailey Shepard.

When he arrived, he knocked gently on the door. With no response, he swung the door open and stepped through, freezing immediately at the scene before him. Instead of the normal atmosphere of the office room, it was set up for what appeared to be a romantic evening. Dinner was set on the table and Liam was slightly panicking. He turned towards the only other person in the room with a questioning look.

“So she got you too, did she? Apparently we’re on a date now.”

Liam nearly choked on his own air at the words that left the woman in front of him. He hadn’t expected to be set up like this. For goodness sakes he had barely spoken to anyone on staff for longer than a sitting. Now he was supposed on a date with another faculty member? Liam wasn’t very happy with that. The last relationship he had been in had gone downhill very suddenly and Liam had sworn that he would not be letting anyone else in. He was sorely tempted to walk back out of the office, but the fact that the Cultural Studies professor wasn’t storming out of the office in a bad mood stopped him.

Liam knew who she was, after all Estelle Blair was a hard one to miss. She was pretty fierce and the former Ravenclaw admired her teaching methods. She was small, Liam assumed he was more than a foot taller than she, but it only added to her strength that the woman could strike fear into most of her students. He’d never actually had a full conversation with the other professor, but he had heard her mentioned by a few other faculty members. He took a deep breath and nodded.

“I suppose she did,” he said, rubbing a hand behind his neck. “But, since we’re here, there’s no reason to waste a perfectly good evening is there?”

To give meaning to his words, Liam walked over to the table and pulled out one of the chairs for Estelle. He may have been caught off guard by the actions of the deputy head, but he was still a gentleman. He would never walk out on someone who was willing to share an evening with him. He waited for Estelle to sit down before gently pushing in the chair. He glanced up as a house elf walked in with a bottle of champagne in its hands. The man took the bottle and thanked the elf for its work, knowing the poor creature was probably working after hours. He examined the bottle, finding that a note was attached to it. He removed it from near the opening. He already knew that it was written by the scheming woman who had duped both professors into this “date”.

Liam--yes I know I totally abused my DH powers to trick you into coming. Don't tell James. Just have fun. Estelle is a great lady.

He took another deep breath and turned back to the table, removing the cork from the drink. He filled up both of their glasses and slid into his own seat. He sent a silent prayer to the heavens before taking a sip of the liquid. He thought for a few moments, wondering what he had done to be put in this position. Not that he was complaining about it much, Estelle seemed like a fantastic woman. He had taken note that she hadn’t sat down like a prim and proper lady, instead taking the seat like a regular person. He had slight hope that she was nothing like Amanda who would have been horrified at Estelle’s action. He smiled briefly and set his glass down on the table.

“I don’t believe we’ve ever been properly introduced,” he said, going with the easiest way to start a conversation with the woman sitting across from him. “I’m Liam.”

The twenty-eight year old shook his head internally at the stupid introduction. Of course they knew who the other was, they worked at the same place for Merlin’s sake. The problem was that Liam was perfectly horrid at starting a conversation, especially when he’d been set up with a woman who could scare the living daylights out of most people. However stupid his words were, he knew the an evening without a conversation would be quite awkward, and that was something he wouldn’t be able to handle.

  • This here's ridiculousEstelle Blair, Sun Nov 24 18:32
    Gertrude’s arm had fallen off. Detached limbs were seldom a good thing, but in this case, it wasn’t an entirely bad thing, either. There were few things in life that Estelle enjoyed more than getting ... more
    • This here's... well interesting. — Liam West, Sun Nov 24 19:57
      • At least there's foodEstelle, Sun Nov 24 21:25
        The man in the doorway was not someone she was expecting to see standing there. Then again, she hadn’t been expecting to see anyone tonight except for Bailey, so she figured that having the... more
        • Food makes up for quite a bit.Liam, Sun Nov 24 22:48
          Liam found himself grinning at the comments that Estelle had made before they sat down. He wasn’t offended by the fact that she was more interested in the dinner than him. After all, they had been... more
          • You seem to be making up for a lot as well.Estelle, Mon Nov 25 00:27
            Chipping away at her meal, fingers working nimbly to release the meat from its protective red shells, Estelle quickly decided (or re-decided, as it was) that lobster was pretty much the best thing... more
            • As are you.Liam, Mon Nov 25 16:18
              Liam’s eyes flickered upward rapidly as his dinner partner’s lobster claw fell to the table. Concern etched across the features of the Foretelling Arts professor. He didn’t comment on it as Estelle... more
              • Now you're just making me blush!Estelle, Tue Nov 26 00:46
                Having the conversation shift over to his end of the table was convenient because it meant that she could return to eating. However, now that they had such an interesting topic at hand, Estelle was... more
                • “Is that really all you’ve got to say?” Liam gave a mischievous grin as he heard the words leave Estelle’s mouth. They’d managed to find a conversation piece that both of them liked. Something they... more
                  • She felt inexplainably satisfied to hear Liam echo her sentiments, holding his gaze with her usual confident air despite the blush rising in tanned cheeks. Normally, feeling heat in her cheeks was... more
                    • Liam chuckled at the way Estelle spoke of her height. She was at least a good foot or so shorter than he, but it didn’t make her adorable like some. Cayden Bloom, one of his new students was a tiny... more
                      • “Really this was just a way for me to get back on my feet after… something.” Estelle didn’t generally miss very much. Not to say that she ever managed to pick up on all the subtleties of speech; that ... more
                        • Easy for some maybe, but not me.Liam, Sat Nov 30 19:12
                          “Can this even be considered a first date, though, seeing as it was totally a set-up? Ordinarily I’d say not a chance, but if you want to make an exception, I wouldn’t be opposed.” Liam tapped his... more
                          • And this here night's resolvedEstelle, Wed Dec 18 13:39
                            Impatient, she twirled her fork between her fingers and tried not to blatantly stare at Liam while waiting for his answer. Perhaps he was just pretending to be hesitant, the thought reminding her of... more
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