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Although there were plenty of other things that Soren could have been doing over the Christmas holidays, he had chosen to stay at the castle. They needed professors there to keep an eye out over the kids, and since he had nothing pressing to do, he figured he’d be nice for a change and let someone go home who actually wanted to be there. Or better yet, who actually had a home to go home to. His wasn’t a broken home or even close to it, but ever since his mother died, Soren hadn’t been the same. The household hadn’t been the same. His father had delved head first into his work, the mob lifestyle engulfing every corner of his life. Soren had done odd jobs for the mob as a kid, and he continued to do jobs for them there and there when he needed some extra cash.
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This had been his first year working at the school. Though he and his two brothers had all attended Hogwarts, he had chosen to forgo the lifestyle of a wizard and instead focus on a career in the muggle world. He wasn’t smart enough to get into a muggle university, and he wasn’t all that interested in it, either. So he had taken the things he knew and loved and decided to work as a mechanic. He had been working in a garage since he was a kid, doing odd jobs here and there, and had continued to work there throughout his schooling at Hogwarts. His father, a muggle, had told everyone who inquired as to where his sons went, explained that his wife had insisted that their upper years of schooling take place in the United Kingdom, where she had gone to school. He was loathe to disappoint her and say no. If any more questions had been asked, Giovanni issued threats and the subject was closed.
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As much as he loved working on cars, it didn’t allot for a nice salary. When he heard that the flying professor position was opening, Soren leapt at the opportunity to make some extra cash. He continued to work at the mechanic shop every weekend and still did odd jobs for the mob when he could, but he had turned his attentions to teaching. Luckily, he only taught first years and was the ref for quidditch matches. That meant that, as a professor goes, he had the least work to do. Little work was what Soren thrived on, and he supposed it was part of the reason he had been given the job over other, possibly overqualified applicants.
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So, as it was, the castle had pretty much emptied out the day before, and there were few students left for him to oogle over or make jokes with. As a former Slytherin, Soren was always out for his own interests and knew how to cover his ass. He always flirted quietly and subtly with students whom he was sure had no idea what his actual intents were. Though his morals were quite flimsy, this was the first real job he had that gave him quite a decent salary, wizarding or otherwise, and he was loathe to let go of a good thing by being stupid and allowing his desire to fuck so many young little witches get the best of him. And so, Soren held onto his desires and hoped that perhaps he could find another well paying job sometime soon.
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He was whistling lightly and trolling the hallways, looking for someone to talk to or something to do, when he saw a leg dangling from a window seat in an otherwise empty corridor. Raising an eyebrow, slightly intrigued, Soren continued his whistling and turned down the corridor. As he approached, the leg was drawn up and disappeared. Able to play the game, Soren continued whistling, walking past the window as though he didn’t care to see if there was anyone there or not. When he heard the voice, he stopped. It wasn’t a familiar one, and he spun to face the window. A blonde I a dress was sitting there, curled up with a book. Ugh, books. “Sorry, love,” Soren said, issuing the young girl a bright smile. “I don’t often carry sweets on me, unless it’s a cutie on my arm.” He would have winked on any other occasion, but he refrained, unsure of what the girl might do.
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penny/shelby and is
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