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Cal hadn't wanted to come tonight. Ever since the night of Ella's father's funeral, he had been avoiding his girlfriend like the plague. To say he was ashamed of what had happened that night was a bit of an understatement. He could not believe that he had taken advantage of her like that. Here she was, distraught of the loss of her father, and then he had to go do something as stupid as sleep with her. As with everything, she had started it, but he couldn't forgive himself. He should have stopped her. There was no way she had been ready for that and Cal just didn't know how to rectify that. So for lack of some way to make things better, he took the cowards route and just avoided her. He knew it wasn't a decent thing to do, especially to a girl who had just given up her virginity to the man she loved, but he just couldn't excuse himself for what he'd done. That was the reason he hadn't wanted to come. He really didn't want to be social, and he didn't want to take the risk that he might find himself alone with Ella and be forced to explain his actions. But since he was only employed at Hogwarts to protect the students, there was no way he could escape his duties. <p>

So Cal sat in the corner, drinking his punch, trying to look as inconspicuous as possible. It wasn't easy of course, considering he was six foot four inches in height and quite sizeable across as well. He tried to, but it just didn't work. He entertaining the idea of adding a little something extra to his drink for a moment but decided that there was no way he could do that. Who knew what he would say if he ended up getting drunk. He had a bad habit of saying things that he shouldn't when he was drunk, and with the huge secret that he was currently harbouring eating away at him, it was ill advised at best. <p>

There was also the growing suspicion that there was something already in the punch. All around him, people were beginning to act quite strange. Well, stranger than normal. Students who he was sure were in relationships were acting quite amorous, but not with their supposed beaus. And Cal was beginning to worry. He just wanted to keep his eyes trained on his drink and not look anywhere else. He was almost positive that the punch had been spiked. Or maybe the food. He wasn't sure. There was definitely a lot of action happening, and Cal was terrified that if he locked eyes on someone, he might accidently fall in love with them or something ridiculous like that.<p>

Unfortunately, he couldn't keep his eyes off Ella. He had to know that she was okay. She was just sitting there, eating her salad. What harm could come to her from that? Mere moments after he'd thought the thought, the unthinkable happened. Even if he hadn't been looking at her at this particular moment in time, he probably would have heard her. She grabbed the hand of the boy who had just walked over to her, and picked up her wine glass. Cal wasn't exactly sure who the kid was. He knew that he was the Beater on the Hufflepuff team, but he got the impression that he wasn't all that talented academically. Cal really only paid attention to kids in his class, hence, this kid didn't matter to him. Well, until right this moment.<p>

To say he was shocked at Ella's actions would have been an understatement. She was <i>in love</i> with this Merton kid? What the fuck?! And then proceeded to stick her tongue down his throat. Cal was half out of his chair before he knew what was happening. But it was there that he lost all steam. He couldn't exactly go over there and force them apart. What was he supposed to say? According to the world, Ella was not his girlfriend, so he couldn't act as jealous as he was feeling. That would make it just a little too obvious. So instead, he turned his back directly on the <i>couple</i> and made his way back over to the punch for a refill. He hoped there was at least a smidge of alcohol in it. He had the sudden urge to drink himself into oblivion. <b>"Some party this is turning into,"</b> he observed idly to the person he was standing beside.

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Thoughts about love and hope gathered in her head like a plague towards the wrong men. She had lost all senses- lost all feelings to the man she had been supposed to love- and swarmed a new one, an old friend to be exact. She thought it happened out of jealousy first and the thoughts of him with that Borgin girl or even ending up choosing her over them tormented her and it just might have sent her over the edge. However, even if this new thought about love and flings had been created out of jealousy it did not explain how much she instantly wanted to be with him and no one else. For Daphne's entire life she had never once felt such feelings, never felt so deeply in love with a person that she would do anything for them. It was different with Burke even though she tried her hardest to convince herself it was the very definition of love.
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She often wondered if they were together simply because it had been all they've known, a destructive relationship that they could always come back to, and because they felt comfortable with each other. They knew each other inside and out, friends from the beginning, and always no matter what found each other at the end of the night. But there was something off, something sinister about the whole idea, and jealousy often dug into her and turned her into something that neither of them recognized. It had been the same for him. They were to alike in nature, to prone for mistakes, and to independent to take a leash and tie them to one another. They lived to party and have fun, led the life of a nomad, and still they wanted to be together as if it were something they had to do. After all, Charles had turned down the marriage to the Borgin for her, it was her responsibility to him to marry him- as if out of guilt.
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They came together, entered the room as a beautiful couple which she loved more than anything, and soon they drifted off finding their own niche. Friends of her family tugged at her in all directions asking to see the ring, asking her about the job, and what was new for next seasons quidditch matches wanting to place bets early. She played the part to a tee, not that it was hard, because she loved the attention and being around people that wanted to give her some. Her father and mother were of course here, off in the corner talking in hushed tones of things she had no desire to learn. Her and Burke had found each other only to eat and for her to talk to his family and then they dispersed again. Her head began to feel light in woozy, almost as if she were to faint, and she figured it had been the drinks- they were oddly strong after all.
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It was then that she noticed him with her. Noticed how easy it would be for him to give in and give his family everything they ever wanted besides that brunette was indeed beautiful. Daphne, began to feel self conscious at the site of them and decided to seek out someone she had known for a long time. Though, when she had a switch turned on in her brain and she professed her love to him like it had been itching to escape in the back of her mind and she was finally free to say it. "I love you." Those three words felt odd rolling out of her mouth in excitement and adrenaline. She had never said it to anyone else besides Burke, they were not words to be given out to just anyone especially with that much emotion. Though, often times she had been prone to say it with those younger or those she was trying to get something from- something cute to say with a cheeky grin.
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However, he had escaped her and while she was not thankful at the moment knew she would be in the morning. What the hell was wrong with her? She felt dazed and confused. The blond in the red dress ended up a barely occupied place trying to catch her breath and straighten out her feelings. She loved him, it seemed like the end and final notion. Shit, her and Burke where going to fun with fighting tomorrow- hopefully they just ended up in the same bed together instead of somewhere else. It had happen with him, an explanation and flowers had been all that was needed to win her back over. It seemed rather pathetic but Burke was hers and she was his- forever and always. Rubbing her temple she looked up to see a man turn in her direction. She immediately pushed back the feelings of wanting to pounce on him- really what the fuck was wrong with her? Daphne smiled, "Quite the crazy night but it is rather fun." Where did that come from- no she will not hit on another man.
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"I recognize you from school, though, cant put a name on it," she spoke trying to place him.
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Cal filled his glass, drained it in a gulp, and refilled it. He didn't know what else to do. If he didn't keep himself occupied, he was liable to march straight over Ella, pull the kid that was currently molesting her off her and give him the thrashing of his life. He couldn't do that. Apart from the fact that he was a Professor and corporal punishment (however warranted it was) had been banned years ago, there was also the fact that he couldn't let anyone know how he felt about her. Honestly, he still wasn't too sure himself. Maybe the night after her father's funeral had just been a terrible mistake, and they were better off this way. It sure didn't feel like it though. All Cal could think about was how rotten he was feeling, how rotten Ella must be feeling, and how it was all his fault. He gulped down another glass of punch, and refilled it automatically. Sure, he looked like an alcoholic standing in front of the punch bowl, or would have if there was any alcohol in the punch. He couldn't exactly add it while he stood in full sight of everyone, but he would definitely be hitting it once he plucked up the courage to remove himself from the drinks table and back to his seat.<p>

It was when the woman replied, that he actually turned to look at her. She looked oddly familar to him, but for the moment, he could not place her face. He assumed that he must have gone to school with her. Definitely not the same year, and probably not the same house, but their paths had most assuredly crossed before. He forced himself to smile back at her, though he didn't agree with her in the slightest. This was not fun, this was torture. Torture in its most cruel form. At the moment, Cal would have preferred to be subjected to the Cruciatus curse than witness the disgusting public display of affection his girlfriend was currently undertaking with some random kid. Okay, he wasn't just some kid. He got the impression that he was friends with Ella. He was sure that she had mentioned a kid named Merton that she tutored or something. He'd never been jealous of one of his students before. Not that Merton was one of his students, but close enough. He resisted from shaking his head to clear his head from the destructive thoughts as he suddenly realised there was still a woman in front him and she had spoken to him.<p>

<b>"Can't say I agree. This is not my idea of fun,"</b> Cal said, turning his head just a little too far, and catching another glimpse of Ella and Merton. Who would now be referred to, in his head, as Merla, due to the fact that it looked like they had magically glued their faces together. He had the overwhelming urge to bash his head against the nearest hard surface until the awful images left his brain, or he knocked himself out. Whichever happened to come first. Thankfully, the blonde distracted him again with another comment. Okay, so it wasn't just him. She recognised him at well. That was a good start. At least she admitted that she couldn't remember his name. Cal was a little more stubborn. Mainly because he knew it was <i>right there</i>, so close to the front of his brain, he just needed to concentrate on it for a second, and he would come up with the name. He'd always been really good at remembering names. It wasn't as though Hogwarts was <i>that</i> big of a school. <p>

The name was not coming to him. And he couldn't just stand there waiting for the name to come to him. <b>"Ditto. It's right there, I know it is, but my brain clearly is working a little slow tonight. Callum Cooper,"</b> he introduced himself, holding out his hand, after switching his cup to his other so he could offer it. He didn't really know the protocol with shaking hands, especially with clearly well bred young ladies. But it was better to offer it than not. He was sure that she was a pureblood, but she definitely didn't seem like the Slytherin type. That had to narrow done the field quite a bit. But she would answer before he could figure it out anyway, so he stopped trying to work it out, and just focus his attention solely on the very pretty woman in front of him. He was aware that he was looking at her quite intently, and he was quite possibly freaking her out, but even that was better than catching another glimpse of Merla.
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you prayed to have your name scattered on the lips of the young now you claim that its you on the tips of your tongue
if your proud of what you had to kill to get your thrill well i bet it stings to give up everything and realize that they don't want you
chorus its a lonely road where the forgotten goes where your misery finds its company its a long way down to the sacred ground where the people play for keeps
the hollow sound is ringing where your heart used to be have you found that your admiration will never set you free



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Sometimes she liked the idea of rain far more than the actual representation of it. She liked day dreaming about lazy afternoons as it splashed against the windows and rooftop. She liked the idea of turned off the t.v. curling up in a blanket and reading a novel while Burke went away to practice. However, when push came to shove Daphne never last more than twenty minutes in a silent apartment. Jittery with anticipation she had to find something else to distract her rather than the thought of reading for hours. It was not that she did not like to read because sometimes in the rarest cases she did but that only lasted on vacations when she tanned nude on the beaches in Greece after having a chance to escape her family.
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She'd rather live life then read it. That basically summed up her feelings about books. It had been one of her main reasons why she never wrote them unless it was truth or history. History had been her favorites subject, politics had been her obsession, and then came Quidditch her first love. Not that she had ever been able to participate in such a sport because of phobia of heights. She knew now that she could get fixed by going to therapy or maybe there was a spell to do the trick but Daphne figured it seemed a little too late for all that, there seemed no chance she could become a star Quidditch player at twenty-three. It could be possible but she had already found her calling and her niche in writing. However, as of late she had been trying to gain popularity in other articles by writing about the step-in Minister. An article that she had to beg to be published.
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She often felt tired and unexcited if stayed in one position too long. Don't get her wrong Quidditch seemed to be the most exciting thing out there and the travel and parties never hurt either but it was nice to explore new options. Maybe that's what she needed to do when it came to Burke: explore new options. He seemed to want that detestable Sophia girl that he did not even mind that he was making a arse out of himself and her. Funny thing was after spending so many years of being jealous she found herself uninterested maybe it had something to do with the fact that the men in this room were becoming very appetizing. If she could even use that word. She found herself wanting each and everyone of them, though, having only told one person she loved him and that was a friend of hers. Which still felt odd and great all at the same time.
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She loved them, though, she had concluded through a clouded mind that it was only for their bodies. Sophia Borgin, however, still irked her. How dare she stay and listen to a soon to be married man? She had to know it was something in the food or drinks, right? She could not be that stupid, though, by the way she was holding her own Daphne figured she knew. Daphne left them for happier people and thoughts, not liking the fact of being moody for too long. She was a cheerful sort and her nature was driven by happiness and goofiness not by jealousy and anger. Those were things that rarely ever came out of her unless it was about Charles Burke. When she had managed to get past her feeling of love towards her friend she felt a little better, though, still enamored by him.
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She wondered momentarily what it felt like to not only kiss another man to make love to another one. She flirted far too much for her own good but Charles Burke had been the only man she had ever been with, though, she doubted the same was true for him. At the beginning she did not care. Daphne was head of heels in love with him, wanting to spend every moment with him, and maybe at the time it had influenced her decision taking the job in the sports section. Now she found herself oddly attracted to this man, this man who seemed obviously dishearten for some reason. Daphne's greatest joy in life was to have fun so she frowned a bit, "Really not having any? and why is that? Hopefully, by the end of the night it will turn out better for you." She had no idea where she was coming from. Still allowing the words to slip from her mouth she found herself regretting ever flirty word she said to him or any other man or lets face it woman. She was a temptress already when sober- the effects of alcohol or whatever she had been poisoned with made it ten times worse.
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She smiled at him. "Callum Cooper. Right, I remember you. We never spoke, your were a year older. Anyways, Daphne Aesalon. Arent you a new professor? A little young, how did you score the job if you don't mind me asking?" She was such a reporter, ask questions first flirt later. "Sorry, a reporter slash writer. I sometimes cross the boundary with questions." She said noticing his eyes sight wandering in a direction at the students figuring it was to keep an eye on them. They were a rowdy and physical bunch.
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The events of the past few weeks refused to stop playing over in his mind. He had really screwed up, he was quite happy to admit that. Sleeping with Ella had been a bad idea, but it had seemed like a good idea at the time. She was sad, and she needed comforting. Typical male response, but as with most aspects of their relationship, she had instigated it. It was just the way they worked. He hated thinking that he was taking advantage of her, so he didn't like being the one to initiate things. What Ella did, Ella did of her own free will. With absolutely no input from Cal. Well, a little input sometimes, but he would never force her into something she didn't want to do. But for whatever reason, he really felt like he had forced this on her. She had wanted it just as much as him at the time, but he should have stopped it. He should have been the grown up. Hell, he <i>was</i> the grown up, and he should have acted like it. He should have recognised that this wasn't what she needed, and not let her go through with it. He was weak, and now their relationship was paying the price.<P>

The woman frowned as he said that he wasn't having any fun, and he couldn't help but smirk a little before he replied to her follow up questions. It was as thought the idea of not having fun at a party was entirely foreign to her. <b>"Nope, not at all. My girlfriend is over there snogging some other guy. And it's all my fault. I been avoiding her because I acted so appallingly. I seriously doubt it's going to end well. She'll probably break up with me for being a complete arse, and I won't be able to argue."</b> Cal's eyes grew larger and larger as he realised what he had just said. Sure, he hadn't actually pointed out Ella, so that was a plus, but it was as though he was compelled to tell the truth. His eyes grew larger again as he realised what was happening. Fuck. Veritaserum. Whose sick idea was this? He was absolutely screwed. He wanted to run. Run far away and hide until the effects wore off, and he couldn't incriminate himself any further. But he couldn't do that. If someone had spiked the veritaserum, then chances were that whatever Ella was doing was the result of a potion as well. Some little bastard had probably brought some sort of love potion in an attempt to spice the party up. At least he hoped that was what was happening. He couldn't even bear the thought that she might intentionally be making out with a guy right in front of him. She wouldn't do that. Ella was not a vindictive sort of person. She was good. And she was not capable of that sort of behaviour. He had dated girls that were like that. Ella wasn't.<P>

Daphne Aesalon. Right. As soon as she said it, the lightbulb in his head switched on. She had been a year below him, and definitely not in Hufflepuff. Ravenclaw or Gryffindor? He wasn't sure. It definitely wasn't Hufflepuff or Slytherin. Not that it really mattered. <b>"No, I was always a little too interested in trying to pretend I didn't like to study to really pay that much attention. Sorry,"</b> he said, with a sheepish grin. He wished he hadn't been so hung up on trying to appear cool. He was sure he would have been just as cool if he'd just admitted that he actually quite liked school. There was nothing wrong with that. He was becoming quite wary of her questions though. It was as though she knew exactly what to ask him to get ridiculously truthful, and incriminating answers from him. He had a feeling he was going to need to formulate an escape route in the very near future. <b>"Yes, I'm teaching Arithmancy. I do mind actually, but I really only scored the job because I'm working with the Order of the Phoenix. I've basically been put on staff as a glorified bodyguard. Just in case You Know Who or any of his followers try anything."</b> Shit. That was the type of reply he was worried about giving. Shit. She was cool right? With the way his luck was going at the moment, she would be a fucking Death Eater, and she would wind up fucking dead. <P>

Cal made the decision that he would talk to Ella as soon as he could, and make all this up to her. Life was too short to be avoiding his girlfriend over something so ridiculous. So they'd had sex. It wasn't the end of the world. It had changed their relationship, sure, that was bound to happen. He sure as hell wasn't going to let this tear them apart. But that was for a later time. Back to Daphne. <b>"A reporter slash writer? For the Prophet? This is all off the record right? I'm not normally this...honest. What sort of journalist are you?"</b> Hopefully the kind that didn't write exposes on Order members masquerading as Hogwarts Professors sleeping with their students.

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you prayed to have your name scattered on the lips of the young now you claim that its you on the tips of your tongue
if your proud of what you had to kill to get your thrill well i bet it stings to give up everything and realize that they don't want you
chorus its a lonely road where the forgotten goes where your misery finds its company its a long way down to the sacred ground where the people play for keeps
the hollow sound is ringing where your heart used to be have you found that your admiration will never set you free



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Charles Burke had someone and yet he had insisted over and over again that she was not right. It stung, the realization of not being right for someone, and yet she felt like this huge weight had been lifted off her shoulders. Could Daphne really be relieved of the fact that fiance declared her love for another woman? She felt horrid about the whole affair because she moments ago she had tried the same thing on another man, a friend, but his confession had been so much different then hers. For some reason deep down, even if she could not stop the word vomit, knew something had been wrong when she confessed her love and never before had she found him attractive and yet she had wanted to jump his bones- during the process she had kept laughing at her words because they sounded so alien coming of her tongue that eventually they had both laughed it off after she tried kissing him.
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But the way Charles' confession seemed to have much more emotion then hers, seemed to have much more thought, and maybe it was rather silly or maybe the alcohol had taken more of an effect on him then her but it still did not change the fact that while she watched him she thought he was shouting the truth. Hurt? Very much so but more so out of embarrassment then actual pain of losing a man she had loved for more years then she had thought possible. Daphne clung to her champagne and moved her eyes away from his proclamation to the Borgin girl and like all women she could not help but feel the tug of insecurities that built up inside- she was beautiful and strong willed. Daphne was fun, not mature, and she most certainly would never take charge if she did not have too- the woman were opposites and the knowing this sent her into a dismal affair of rather or not she loved who she was.
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Trying to remove the dark cloud that had formed over her head she put a smile on and tried to return to her normal state: happiness. Without she was lost and often fell harder into depression then anyone else, after all, without the basis of sunshine and colors she was nothing. "I think we are in the same boat," she spoke sipping on the drink and turning her gaze yet again to Burke only to shrug her shoulders and look back up at Callum. "We all make mistakes- some are more hurtful then other- but if she loves you she'll give a chance to explain. And besides to be honest," she lifted up her glass and examined it, "I think there is something in the food and drinks." She did not care enough to stop herself, the thought of witnessing this spectacle sober did not seem to be what she desired and so she downed the rest of it. "Things happen- destiny and fate and karma all take place and well the best thing to do is going with the flow, you know? People break up all the time and people get over it." She was far too honest all the time, she never had a filter, and yet her words seemed to trickle out as if they were advice more so for her then him. Speaking aloud to clear her head, "Sorry. I'm not really good at the relationship stuff to be honest. I'm having trouble with my own." Daphne smiled and sat the empty glass on a nearby table.
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Did she care who is girlfriend was? No not really. That was his problem unless he felt like talking about but by the look on his face he had said far too much then he would have liked too and well she was not going to push the subject. Normally she would but he was far too attractive to let him out of her site. "Sorry. I just get used to the jobs. You know yes or no answer because if you leave the option for wiggle room they never like to answer you truthfully not like they do anyways." She felt immediately bad at the fact he said he did mind but regained her cheerful attitude, "What I was trying to say had been it's amazing that you got a job at such a young age. I mean I'm stuck writing Quidditch articles and you are already a professor and in Arithmacy no less. But the Order, a body guard? Is all the staff on Hogwarts the same?" This interested her far more than it should have. Had the professors at Hogwarts only been put on staff because of their glorified affliation? Could they really teach the students? He was far too young and yet the whole the thing made sense but it also made for a good story. A story that she would have to battle later about the right and wrong and cause and effect of investigating it further. She shook her head at the realization of what she had just ask, "Ack, sorry none of my business again."
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She laughed a little even if he had given her information about the order and it's placements, "Just Quidditch and the writing is only on history subjects that interest me. Which is a lot because I have a whole bunch of unfinished books on varying subjects." She smiled, "I sort of get distracted easily. But no, nothing more than a writer for the sport's section." That is until she decided what to do with this new found information.
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This was the night from hell. Cal was completely torn between hiding in the corner with his hands covering his eyes, and marching right up to that snotty little brat that has his tongue down Ella's throat, and possibly rip it out. But at the very least, punch him in that smarmy face of his. He felt as though his brain was stuck on repeat. Like every time he happened to glance over, the same thing was going on in his mind, and he was thinking exactly the same things. And then he would calm down and everything would be okay for a little while. And then he would glance over again, and the cycle would begin again.<P>

<b>"We'll see. I think she loves me, I <i>hope</i> she loves me, but she's going through a rough time at the moment, and I wouldn't blame her if she doesn't,"</b> Cal said, morosely. Watching Ella make out with another guy was just unfair. It was as though she was just rubbing it in his face that he couldn't give her that. Not for another five long months. Once she left Hogwarts, it would be fine. They could have highly disgusting public displays of affection anywhere they wanted to, and Cal was looking forward to exercising that right. Ella was still going to be a teenager, society practically expected her to make a spectacle of herself. And since Ella wasn't really the spectacle-making type of girl, Cal figured it was his mission to help her out in that department. <b>"But you're right. I'm guessing it's Veritserum in the punch, making everyone, including me blurt out the truth on everything. And I'm not sure what's brought on the lovefest, but I'm going to wager a love potion in the salad."</b> Not that he was a stalker or anything, but Ella hadn't eaten except for a lone cherry tomato right before she'd started talking to the beefcake. It had to be the cause.<P>

She'd said she thought they were in the same boat, just before. Was her boyfriend here making googly eyes at someone else? That bastard. <b>"I've got to say, I'm relieved someone else is in the same boat, though that really isn't good. Problems prior to tonight, or just because of the nasties in the food?"</b> He wanted to pat her or something when she said she was having trouble with her own relationship. Seemed like everyone was having trouble today. It was unfortunate, really. He shouldn't have asked her, but curiosity overtook his sense of propriety, and besides, it wasn't like that was a very probing question. Not like the ones she'd been asking him.<P>

<b>"I suppose Arithmancy isn't exactly a position that people are clamouring to teach. And I really love it, I mean I was a Cursebreaker with Gringotts for six years before this, so my Arithmancy skills have always come in handy, and I guess it's got a lot to do with what subject you're teaching. I wouldn't trust myself teaching Charms or Potions or anything, I think you need to have a good deal of experience behind you to be able to teach that effectively, but Arithmancy? I was always a maths nerd, and it's more about taking a principle and applying it to different situations rather than learning new things all the time."</b> She brought up the Order affiliations of the Hogwarts staff. That quite honestly stumped him. He knew that there were several order members amongst the faculty but he didn't think that they had been hired solely for that affiliation. And then she shook her head, and said that it was none of her business. It wasn't, but he still felt compelled to answer her. <b>"Honestly, I have no idea. I don't think so. Not that they've told me, at least."</b> He was thankful that he didn't know. If he did, he knew he would be blurting out their names to her. He wanted to just walk away, and stop talking to her. But that would mean no distractions from the dreaded Merla, and he couldn't have that.<P>

Cal raised his eyebrows. Quidditch? He suddenly realised that she had said that just before, but he hadn't paid any attention to it. She sure didn't look like a girl that would be interested in Quidditch, and he told her as much. <b>"How did you end up in the sports section. No offence, but I would have pegged you for a fluffy stories kind of girl."</b> From experience, women tended to get a little cranky when you underestimated them, or basically called them ditzy to their face. Whatever. Cal called them how he saw them. Especially right now.

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