<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=40004.msg2074443#msg2074443">Quote from: GothicFires on 26-07-2009, 01:44:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong> Vivienne Laure Chevalier (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=39841.msg1986273#msg1986273)</strong><br/><br/>"Honestly I haven't looked for them yet. It's easy enough to wave a wand and have everything zip into place. I wanted to ride over with the students and get the experience from their perspective." The gods knew she could have been here faster on her broom. "I guess I should ask before I unpack if you truly have a need for me?" She smiled charmingly and slid the flyer a few inches in Cingriffon's direction. "I have planned the curriculum and fully intend on having classes and tutoring on duels." What kind of Dark Arts teacher would she be if she did not? "But this is definitely not of my doing..." Stunningly beautiful though she might be, Vivienne was always concerned with the safety of her clients/students first and she didn't even know if this person knew how to get out of a fairy field.<br/><br/>He puts down his drink calmly, and stands up, walking slowly with determination down the long table, toward the center.<br/><br/>"Hello, I am Weyland Mathers."  He extends his hand in greeting with a confident smile.  "You must be Vivenne, Headmaster Cingriffon has mentioned you.  I'm glad to meet you.  It sounds like I'll be working closely with you."<br/><br/>He turns to Cingriffon.  "And of course, Headmaster, good to see you again."<br/><br/>He points to the flyer, "Ah," he blushes a little, cheeks turning the tiniest pink under his dark eyes.  "I thought it might be a good way to start off, a little advertising?  I hope that's okay?"  He asks, looking at the Headmaster.<br/><br/>"I figured you'd be busy today with more important business, I figured I'd contact you, both," he adds, "tomorrow."  He turns his foot over a little, anxiously.  "If you like we can discuss it tonight?"<br/><br/>He lets out a deep breath.  He is very nervous, though hides it well with years of experience staying cool under pressure.  His anxiety is not so much in socializing but with administration, and with those he respects.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>Headmaster Cingriffon</strong><br/><br/>The headmaster was about to respond, not that he truly needed to explain himself, especially to a new teacher.  This was also something that his deputy would handle in most cases.  Still . . .<br/><br/>He was saved from having to start when Weyland showed up.  Rather than say anything about the actual issue, he simply looked between the two, "Professor Chevalier, Mister Mathers.  Mister Mathers, Professor Chevalier.  Mister Mathers will be joining us this year in a, I believe the Muggles call it a flying program, learning to teach under the instruction of a teacher in his field."<br/><br/>In other words, a graduate of the school, an influential one, had made a request for a favor.  Which meant the youth had some promise, since he certainly had no family connections.  Thomas had checked and discovered the boy was Muggle-born.  He only hoped the kid corrected his mistake and referred to the professor by her title and surname, as a sign of respect and formality.  At least before he went beyond the point of no return.<br/><br/>Otherwise, Thomas simply watched the responses.  He'd always felt that it was a true measure of teaching ability to see how people dealt with the unexpected.