Well this is A W K W A R D;// Sybill

[william]

Liam wasn’t really sure why he had accepted his assignment – he hadn’t been back to Hogwarts or the nearby village of Hogsmeade since he himself had been a riley Gryffindor. He had been a good student in the long run but he also hadn’t been a stranger to trouble. Really? How could he resist making trouble for the teachers every once in a while? Life at Hogwarts would of probably been dull without it. Though allot had changed since he had roamed these halls – for Liam and the Wizarding World in general. When he had first come to school it had been right after Harry Potter had conquered over Lord Voldemort and it had taken a few months for him to realize what had really happened.

And that if it hadn’t, life at Hogwarts could have been allot different for him then it was…

But he had been lucky to be able to go to Hogwarts during the time of peace, to grow up without having to look over his shoulder every five minutes. Just now? It was not the same. Attacks where happening everywhere, people were dying. When he thought about it that was probably why he had jumped at the opportunity to help watch over Hogsmeade and Hogwarts – because he wanted to feel truly useful after working with the Order since Danielle’s death and he couldn’t handle that there was an attack so close to the school. He had stopped by the three broom sticks a few hours before to see the damages from the attack and it was not pretty – but he knew with a little elbow grease and magic that they should be able to get it rebuilt soon enough.

However he was now taking the time to visit the castle, he knew it was bound to bring up some painfully happy memories of a time where everything seemed so simple. Just he knew that he couldn’t hide from it – hiding from his pain would be cowardly and if Danielle was alive she would tell him to suck it up and be the Gryffindor she knew he was. Just if she was here he wouldn’t feel like someone had ripped out his chest would he? The pain had numbed slightly the past few months yes – especially when he immersed himself in his work but it was still there, waiting to rear its ugly head.

He walked through the large doors and let out a sigh as he looked up at the grand staircase, no matter how many conflicting emotions this castle held for him – walking through those doors still felt like he was coming home again just as much as it did whenever he went to visit his parents’ old pub. He walked into the entrance hall, putting his hands in the pockets of his jeans where he could feel his fingers brushing against the sleek wood of his wand. It always made him feel content to know that it was close by even in the safe walls of Hogwarts – Maybe being a Hit Wizard had made him jumpy over the years. He took a deep breath and actually smiled weakly to himself.” It is good to be back..” He mumbled to himself since it seemed the entrance hall was basically deserted, he wasn’t surprised – at this time most kids where at lunch.

TAG:: Syb
NOTES:: Hope its okay :]

[sybill]

It was finally lunch time and Sybill was awfully relieved about that. She had just had one crazy class filled with the immature first years. Really immature. Like enchanting her chair to move out from under her every time she got up, immature. Mostly Slytherin might she add. Sybill huffed and made her way down the stairs from her classroom in the towers. Divinations had been placed up closer to the stars so she and her students could be closer to the fates and the messages they were to be receiving during class time. Well mostly her, her students didn't always succeed at that quite yet.

The trip to the hall was normally quick and she got down there without a word on most days. Of course she normally tripped on at least one stair on the way down but today didn't seem to be one of those days. She was pretty close to the bottom but once she reached the final step she misjudged it and stumbled against the railing, knocking her own glasses off. Perfect, she was blind now. She really needed to consider fixing her eyes somehow...

She felt around for her glasses on the floor and once she found them, she felt the rims to be bent. Not too badly though, just a smidgen. With her thin, bony little fingers, Sybill busied herself with fixing the bent in rims and walking at the same time. Probably not the smartest thing for a woman as clumsy as her to do, but she didn't think that far ahead. Which was ironic considering her career was built off of future happenings...

She walked past a tall, blonde man while she was messing with the rims, still. She firstly just glanced up and kept walking but took a second glance after noticing his rather appealing physical appearance. Syb didn't need her glasses to see that much. She fastened her glasses back on and stopped, turned around and scuttled on over to the attractive stranger. Who he was, she hadn't a clue.

"H-Hi," she stammered simply. She felt a light blush on her cheeks when she asked, "Uhm... you're not a familiar face-surely I'd recall you- do you need assistance finding...anything?"

TAG: Liammmm
NOTES: It worked fineee she's such a creeper xD

[william]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m910viExSc1rc8jx9o1_500.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] I need a touch of heavenly light Liam was lost down memory lane as he looked around the hall at everything, none of it had changed a bit – except maybe a painting or two here. Then again they could be the same paintings and the occupants had just moved around on him for the moment. Something that had creeped him out for the first week at Hogwarts, which the paintings had seemed to take advantage of at times – often saying ‘boo!’ to him when he wasn’t looking. Could you blame him? He was an 11 year old muggle born that wasn’t sure what to expect. Though it hadn’t been to long before he had been saying ‘boo!’ right back at them – hell, in his third year he and Bill had even charmed one painting to have doodled bunny ears for hours. He should probably avoid the fifth floor corridor – just in case that painting still held a grudge. The young muggle born was about to begin the trek back to Hogsmeade when he sensed someone else’s presence in the hall, he wasn’t sure what it was – maybe all the training and the current war made him jumpy. However it wasn’t too long after that he heard someone stumble and when he finally turned he saw a woman with wild hair and who was covered head in a shawl. Though what was most recognizable, where her glasses that made her eyes at least 5x bigger than they actually where. They made her look like a giant bush baby, a small creature that he had remembered seeing when he had vacationed in Australia one year with his family. He knew she was a Professor – Trelawney? Something like that. She taught Divination, a class that he had pretty much slept through most of the time when he took it. It was then that she made her way over to him with her glasses slightly bent.” Hello Professor, Nah Im handlin things well enough – I went here back when I was younger so I thought I’d come in and have a look around. I’m staying In Hogsmeade currently – helping rebuild things.” After everything that had happened in the battle he was pretty sure they needed all the help they could get. He reached for his wand not thinking and tapped the rim of her glasses and muttered repairo and they righted themselves again.” Names Liam, Liam O’Brien.” He said in his usual deep Scottish accent as he offered her a hand to shake, not sure if she would remember him or not. She seemed like the forgetful type from what he remembered of her and who knows how many students she had in the past – nine years? Or so.” Doesn’t seem like anything around here ever changes now does it?” [style=width: 200px; height: 10px; background-color: aeaeae; opacity: .7; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 20 20px; text-align: center; padding: 2 8 8 8px; line-height: 90%; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; color: 404040; text-transform: uppercase;]there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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[sybill]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 440px; height: 600px; background-image: url(http://i1018.photobucket.com/albums/af310/RenaCS/sybill.jpg); -moz-border-radius: 250px; border-radius:100px 100px 100px 100px; border: 3px solid #ffffff;] One way or another I'm gonna get ya Sybill couldn't help but blush again when he began to speak. It was the accent, that always got her. He looked vaguely familiar now that she was staring into his face with her huge eyes. Was he a student of hers? She hoped not, because that would be awkward...for him at least. Sybill hadn't any social graces so the fact that she was at least a decade older than Liam didn't stop her from finding him attractive. She cleared her throat as quietly as she could as he spoke. She was hearing his words but not exactly listening. They went in one ear and out the other pretty much, she was too busy day dreaming. Sybill let out a little shrill laugh as he fixed her glasses for her. That was cute on his part, she thought. "Erm.. thank you," she said shortly, still grinning up at him dreamily. By now he (and anyone else) probably found her staring to be creepy. As he introduced himself, Sybill hesitated for a moment out of surprise when he offered her his hand to shake. Gingerly, the crazy haired witch did so, probably taking a little longer than normal to finally let his much larger hand go. "You can just call me Sybill," she said, batting her eyes. She had no idea how completely idiotic she looked right then. "Nice to see...er... meet you, Liam." She still couldn't recall if he was a student of hers or not. He did have a point, nothing here ever changes too drastically. She liked it that way, too much change got her all mixed up and confused. Plus it clouded her Inner Eye. One mustn't do that or else she wouldn't be able to do her job. Nodding, she agreed, "Too much change is bad for the mind anyway..." [style=width: 200px; height: 10px; background-color: aeaeae; opacity: .7; -moz-border-radius: 0 0 20 20px; text-align: center; padding: 2 8 8 8px; line-height: 90%; font-family: trebuchet ms; font-size: 10px; color: 404040; text-transform: uppercase;]there can be only one mikey! of caution 2.0

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