THE PRUDENT PROFESSOR (mature)

[annettelivingston]

Annette walked into the leaky cauldron, her heavy black cloak pulled tight around her as she moved like on ice to the bar, under her cloak her hand moves taking out several coins placing them on the bar as she orders her drink her voice soft and smooth , looking around she sees several old men turning quickly away to face there fellow men and smiles knowing they were looking at her , and also knowing they could not see her under her cloak.

With drink in her hand she moved to sit near an open fire the chair comfortable and not hard like the ones in the main area of the bar, her leg showing as she threw back her cloak, long and elegant like those of a model on photo shoot, her skin creamy and smooth. Pulling back her hood she reveled her long blond hair and blue eyes her eyes looking around the room as the older men grinned at her like a dog on heat , just she ignored them and sipped her drink .

She sipped delicate sips not rushed but savoring the taste as it slipped down her slender throat where a sliver necklace hung delicate and thin blinking in the dim light as she moved to look into the flames of the fire she now sat close to, watching the flames dance reflected in her blue eyes as she wished some one would instead of watching her would talk to her. She felt alone yet surrounded buy people , but none would see her but as nothing as an object to be looked at.

Sipping hr drink again she could do little but sit and watch people come and go from the bar all the men looking at her all the women scowling, why she did not know but could only guess and smiled, she didn't have a nasty side but seemed to like how they looked at her knowing she was not for them and way out of their league. She sighed throwing off her cloak and laying it next to her, as she reveled the black dress she wore with pair of simple gold earrings. The bar man she had noticed smiled as he cleaned his glasses obviously leased to have some one with her looks in his bar , ether that or he was going to make a move on her which she would not stand for.

[daansn3]

The outside of the leaky cauldron was always a grim place, millions of people passing by every year not even noticing it, only the elite were able to see it for what it really was. The most important tavern in whole England, the gateway to the most important street in whole brittain. This all was fairly interesting in itself, but still not the thing that was most weird, the most weird thing was the there were muggles looking strangely at the entrance, or so it seemed, what they were looking at in reality was the boy that had just appeared in front of it, totally not caring about the people that were looking at him.

Christopher had had it with the people on school and the lame town next to it, he had decided to go for a drink on London, close to home in a tavern where he knew the barkeep well because he had come there from the time he was a little boy. He smiled a grim smile and turned to the people watching him. ’’What is it with you people, can’t you let a boy just walk. It’s not like I should be somewhere else you know. Scoot on.’’

The people turned from him and resumed their walking as he turned to the tavern where he was about to take a drink. He looked back at the street once more making sure that no one would see him vanishing again and smiled, it would be fun if there was someone who saw it and started to talk about it, only to be committed into some sort of asylum because of something that was really happening every day, but that was just a thought like the ones he had every day. Screwing with people was his hobby and fun.

He walked inside and raised his hand and the barkeep saw him. ’’Whatsup mate?’’ he asked as he walked up to the bar, the keep was surpised that he wasn’t in Hogwarts, already scolding him for getting kicked out of school before Chris explained that he just wanted to have a drink here after school and that he apparated outside. The keep laughed and gave him a drink. After some more smalltalk chris turned his back to the bar and faced the tables, only to see something that midly surprised him. A teacher on this day, bad luck for him, or maybe not. She was the young teacher, and that was a pleasant sight.

He walked up to her table with a weird smile on his face. He pulled the chair towards him and sat down without asking. ’’Just let me ask, What is a respectable teacher doing in London while she should be in her room grading papers?’’ he raised his eyebrow for dramatic effect.

[annettelivingston]

Annette had just finished the last of her drink when her blue eyes noticed a boy, seventh grade walk into the bar. She raised an eyebrow but said nothing as she warmed herself beside the fire. Annette noticed that the boy and the bar keep knew each other well , even to the point the bar keep let him in , with out asking his age.

She raised her head gently as he walked over to her and spoke. She gave a soft smile, as she watched him sit in front of her with out asking. Drawing her foot closer to her body she let the light dance over the back patent shoe she wore. "I might ask you the same question, what is a seventh year doing in this bar, or do I not have to ask?" she spoke knowing already what the answer would be. He like her was escaping the hustle and bustle of school.

Annette brushed her blond hair back over her shoulder." so what it your name?" she asked leaning forward as she placed her now empty glass on a low table in front of her. She could tell he was not one for following the rules, for he would not be sat in front of her, if he was. " You probably already know , but my names Annette , Annette Livingston I teach charms, well i will once i get to the school." her voice was kept low and subtle . she liked this boy and his bad ways, she had a soft spot for them. She felt it was because her father was so strict with her , she rebelled as a child. Both in what she did and the en she went out with , but this was nothing but a mere boy.

[daansn3]

Chris checked her out carefully, not without respect, just like someone would look at someone to see if he was fit to be on the team, just a quick glance to see what she was and if she would be a threat. His head said no and he decided that he could as well talk to her, there seemed to be nothing wrong with this woman so he would stay here and talk to her. He gestured to the barkeep and smiled ordering two drinks, one for himself and one for her, as he thought that would be polite, also he wanted to get out of detention.

’’You may ask everything professor Livingston, although the more you ask, the more lies you seem to get in this world, not with me though, I will be honest for today. I was bored with school and the little town next to it, so I decided to go here.’’ He looked at the barkeep that had just arrived with two drinks and he thanked him. He diverted his attention back to the teacher and smiled. She introduced herself as the new charms teacher, which made sure that he would take her class. Charms was fairly interesting, a tad boring maybe but handy nonetheless.

’’I’m Chris Garner, seventh year slytherin.’’ He smiled and took a sip of his drink while his eyes shifted to the fire. In the moment he decided to toy with her, just for fun. He didn’t need her support to be outstanding in charms. He was outstanding in everything on his own already. ’’If you’re the new charms professor you might be able to help me y’know.’’

He looked at her while pausing for a second. ’’look I have this problem. I can do anything except for one thing. I try every day to do it while in class, but I can’t get it right. I just can’t seem to flip a classroom upside down, is there a charm for that?’’

[annettelivingston]

Annette watched him check her over as she had him. She wondered what was going on in his mind. when he introduced him self she gave a smile, " I knew you were a seventh year, but a sytherin." She shook her head making her hair bounce lightly. "Pleasure to meet you Chris Garner, please outside of school call me Annette, professor Livingston sounds so formal" she could not help give a soft giggle at his request "I am afraid not though it would be interesting if there were." She nodded to the bar keeper as he placed two glasses down taking her empty one with him as he moved back to his bar. "As for bing board of school maybe there would be something that would interest you there , and maybe keep you interested" she said hr blue eyes flashing at him as she took a sip of the firewhisky the barkeep had brought .
Sitting back she eyed the fair haired man, she found her eye looking at more than just his clothing. Smiling she pressed the glass to her lips dark tempting thoughts ran threw her mind but could she put her job in jeopardy, even though he had one more year left. She eyes sparkled with the devilment she had in her grin that now sat on her lush pink lips. Taking a sip she felt the liquid warm her throat as it slid down into her stomach "Mu mm nice whiskey, you known the bar keep long" she asked softly

[daansn3]

’’ well that’s a pity’’ He smirked a little as he looked at her drinking from her firewhiskey. The whiskey was nice, old and tasted better then it normally did. Maybe it was a different branch of whiskey, he didn’t know. He didn’t care either. He smiled a bit at his teacher and looked into her eyes deeply with a little laugh on his face. She said that he should call her Annette when they weren’t in school. And he could live with that quite well.

’’Okay Annette, you can call me Spike then, That is kind of what my friends call me.’’ He laughed and looked up before taking another sip of his own whiskey. He laughed at the comment of his teacher and looked at her after slowly closing and opening his eyes. ’’It seems that the only thing in school that could possibly get my attention is hiding in a bar in London, Annette. Cause you are something that I would like to listen to.’’

’’Known the bartender since I was little, grew up like some sort of Oliver y’know begging for crums and bits mostly north of here with the muggles, ponchy buggers never gave me scrap.’’ he sighed and almost blushed at the little rage that just came out of his, sometimes he had that strong northern London accent with the weird references in them. Most of the time that happened if he was mad.

[annettelivingston]

She smiled as he spoke her name, then said she could call him spike. "well, spike." his nickname rolling off her tongue like the purr of a cat when it was contented. As she spoke she shifted slightly letting her cloak fall off her shoulder and rest against the back of the plush leather chair she sat in. her dress was short and black but low cut down her back. " may be if your interested I could give you some ...extra tutoring after class." She smiled "But only if your really interested" she lent forward to pick up her glass , her blue eyes looking at him intrigued at to how he was un noticed. "so you were a bit of an Oliver. " She smirked for a moment at the reference to a muggle book. " Would that make me your bill Sykes?" she tipped her head looking at him.

She brushed her dress as she sat "forgive my appearance, but I came from a family gathering , I was not too happy." She said gently brushing her hair back over her shoulder the silver chin glinting in the light from the fire. On it sat a silver Egyptian cat pendant nestled between her breasts it swung dangling in front of her as she picked up her glass and once more pressed her pink lips to the cool glass.

[daansn3]

Annette, I would love some extra lessons from you, but I’m not sure if my charms need that much work, you appear to charm me already though love’’ Chris Got out a pack of cigarettes from his duster and ticked one out of the pack of nineteen and lit it with a matchstick that he ignited by scraping it on the floor. He inhaled the smoke and blew it out upwards before changing his attention back to Annette. She went on in his muggle reference, meaning that she also read the book. This was the reason that he didn’t like his refrences, he couldn’t help but to get them from muggle stories. For some reason those appeared to make more sense.

’’Well, I certainly hope not, unless you want to hit me now do you?’’ He inhaled smoke from his cig one more. ’’I believe me manners have gone of the hook, D’you fancy a fag?’’ He held out his carton with cigarettes and at the same time scolded himself for falling back into his old accent. He knew that people thought it sounded nice or something, but to him the high English that some people spoke sounded way cooler. This tounge spoke of rebellion, well according to his look it was the right accent for him at least.

’’And by the way I think you look fancy enough for a teacher.’’ He paused abruptly as she leaned forward to pick up her drink. He tilted his head slightly while looking at her, he quickly reverted it as he noticed what he was doing. ’’Nice puss- Cat pet, Silved I s’ppose?’’