<strong>Eirawen Talvi (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=39841.msg1982190#msg1982190)</strong><br/><br/>Eirawen nodded. So this place was a surprise to Brian, though she had to wonder if what surprised him would surprise her. She simply didn't know him well enough. "I was wondering..." She asked as she played in her food with a fork. "I understand the sorting of the houses at Hogwarts. It's based on personalities of the founders and how much you are like them. But I don't understand the sorting of this place. Animals?" It couldn't be based on looks leopards and foxes where attractive animals... well sheep if you were a shepherd or Scottish... but hyenas were definitely not pretty and it was obvious that not everyone at the table was ugly. So it didn't fit.<br/><br/><strong> Vivienne Laure Chevalier (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=39841.msg1986273#msg1986273)</strong><br/><br/>Vivienne always tried to be diplomatic, but direct and to the point. If there was one thing she hated and it was time waste. She had no problem giving time to an activity if that activity was worth the time, but in her mind for those things not overly pleasant or productive there were always better things to do... such as letting the headmaster go back to his student gazing.<br/><br/>"The only problem Mr. Mathers is that you greatly overstepped your bounds. You should have realized that as the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor I am responsible for what you do." She handed him the flyer. "Go take these down. If anyone inquires about them to you then apologize and simply tell them that there was a misunderstanding. You can ask if they are enrolled in one of our classes. If not then they can come see me in my office. I will expect you in my office an hour before the first class tomorrow. We can begin work then. Until that time I do hope you rest and enjoy yourself. You're going to need the energy." The redhead was only a 'harpy' when it was called for. At this moment she didn't believe it was. To her teaching someone to teach was simply teaching... which she loved to do.<br/><br/>She turned her smile to the headmaster and broadened her grin. "So what are your expectations for this year?" She directed her gaze out over the students, where his had wanted to linger before looking at her, and moistened her wet lips to make her lipstick shine. There were also a number of students looking back up at them, some at her, some at him.<br/><br/>