((Muggle Tech does, indeed, not work at Hogwarts… So if you could, please, Rayven, change that particular part? I don’t mind if you have it where music starts playing from a musical source...but no speakers. Think about it this way… Have you ever heard of there being electrical sockets at Hogwarts?))<br/><br/>((You must not have received a message from Malin… I did, and it said that he was no longer coming onto BMR. Holly can be Holiday’s only younger sibling, unless someone wants to step in and fill the role of twin? Just throwing it out there.))<br/><br/>“I do remember the day you came unto me, asking for a job as a teacher here at Hogwarts…” Nilsa rested her chin on woven fingers, golden waves falling forward to caress her jawline, and bring out the woman’s vibrant, bright blue eyes. Usually there is a mischievous glint within the depths...but at that moment, seriousness replaced the mischief, giving the eyes a sharp quality few see. Her eyes narrowed slightly when Ghalaghor said he did not tell her of a certain ability of his. “Given how you are our Divination Professor… I did expect that you can look into the future...at least somewhat...but I did not know you can see prophecies. Why… tell me this now?” If there was one thing Nilsa disliked above all else… it was, being deceited, or being given the wrong impression. “Ah… so you know about my...guilty little pleasure. I don’t quite understand where you are going with this, though. I have no harem… nor have I planned on gathering one together… I just enjoy punishing those who have been bad, and mayhap doing the same to those who haven’t. It is as simple as that.” Nilsa let her hands break their connection, each one laying on top of the desk which she sat so daintily behind. Her eyes still locked on the young man sitting across the way, she decided to put it quite simply.<br/><br/>“Ghalaghor, what, exactly, are you deciding to tell me?” Nilsa was a beautiful woman, no matter what the circumstances...and yet, whenever she’s annoyed, irritated, frustrated… it is as though a painter has paid extra attention onto the masterpiece that is her. A lovely pink blush spread down along her cheeks, across the bridge of her nose...even going so far as to color the curve of her throat, and her eyes… What could possibly be said about those lovely, sparkling pools, that looked very much like blue fire captured within balls of glass. It didn’t exactly help that the light was bringing out the very best of her hair...making the waves appear like a molten river, shining and making its way over her shoulders.<br/><br/>~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br/><br/>Kristopher paused, feeling numerous eyes glancing in his direction...but one pair lingering. His expression revealing nothing, he began casting his gaze about, almost expecting to find a nearby ghost, or perhaps a teacher wishing to congratulate him… however, he was surprised to find a young student looking upon him, and with the most...unusual grayish-gold eyes he has ever seen. Finding himself growing...well, curious as to why she was looking at him, the man kept his hands deep within his pockets, and began to approach the young lady.<br/><br/>“Is there...something I can help you with?” Kristopher asked, in his deep, rich voice that was like a verbal caress. Of course it was unintentional, however...maybe it was because of that his voice was all the more...irresistible. His golden eyes latched onto Holly, the pair almost… piercing, before glancing away to take in the other students walking on past.