<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Astrid/Professor Lupin, Athena/Kiran</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts2-1.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Blondes/ts2-1.jpg.html)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Astrid Henrietta Bishop<br/><strong>Position:</strong> Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Lupin's Office<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Professor Lupin<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Hearing the growl in Lupin's voice sends small shivers running through Astrid and darkens the gaze watching him even further. Her eyes never leave him as he moves forward, and she can't help the small chuckle that fills her throat, only tor turn to a soft gasp, as he steps between her thighs and grips the firm flesh of her breasts. Always sensitive, the soft flesh practically quivers in his grasp and sends shocks of pleasure rushing under her skin. Without a thought in her head, her legs curl slightly, heels digging into the back of his thighs, as if trying to pull him closer despite the desk that stops him. <br/><br/>Feeling the pressure of his lips and body, she lets herself be bent back, her torso stretched across his desk, with him above her. So cliche in some ways, but she doesn't care in the least. It simply doesn't matter, all that matters is the feel of his skin against her own and the thought that she's amazed she hasn't simply gone up in flames! Without the need to support herself any longer, she reached out, one hand gently sliding into his hair, stroking the ginger tendrils while the other finds his shoulder, fingers curving in a tight grip, clinging to him so tightly her nails score his flesh...not drawing blood, though it's a close thing.<br/><br/>Against the desk itself, she moves restlessly, her back arching in further demands of his lips, wanting to feel them on more sensitive flesh than that over her sternum, while her hips roll against his in a demand so blatant it needs no words, but she manages one, need-filled demand, "More!"<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/f9fe5328-dfec-48c4-9ebd-efcbba03efc1_zps882dd06b.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Brunettes/f9fe5328-dfec-48c4-9ebd-efcbba03efc1_zps882dd06b.jpg.html)</div><strong>Name:</strong> Athena Stargazer-Smith<br/><strong>Position:</strong> PhD Student/Beginning Divination Professor<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Outside the Dorms<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Kiran<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Listening to Kiran talk about his life, Athena, was impressed. Not many people could say they had known what they wanted to be doing with their life from such a young age! Much less actually held onto that dream and worked toward it with such obvious determination. It was a trait she admired in a person. Especially because it was also one she shared. She'd been chasing after lost magic, lost cities, since the first time she found an amulet, with writing no one could decipher to this day, at the bottom of one of the reefs near her school. It was one of her most prized possessions and not something she discussed except with those she was especially close to. To learn about it was to know that she truly trusted you.<br/><br/>"Someday you might have to tell me what it's like growing up in just one place. My father's a businessman, don't ask for details, my eyes glaze over if he talks about them too long, and we moved all over when I was a kid. So much so that I actually got letters from four different schools because no one was really certain <em>where</em> I belonged!" she added with a soft laugh and shake of her head. <br/><br/>"London must mean you went to Hogwarts, the most famous school in the, recent, history of the Wizarding World; that could be interesting, but it could also be a lot of pressure, more on the Staff I would think, but pressure all the same. Did you enjoy it?" she asked, genuine curiosity in her voice, Hogwarts was one of the schools she'd gotten a letter from and that her parents had rejected, it made her curious about what she might have missed there, though she doubted anyone could have been happier with their school than she was!<br/> <br/></div></div><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Blondes/ts2-1.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Blondes/ts2-1.jpg.html)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Astrid Henrietta Bishop<br/><strong>Position:</strong>Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Philosophy of Sex<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Kutseena, Inali, Professor Lupin<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Making sure she arrived early, Astrid tried not to blush furiously as she entered Professor Lupin's classroom. She hadn't told him she'd decided to take his class, she was leaving that as a surprise, and she wanted to see how he'd react to seeing her sitting there watching him...but she also wanted to avoid the charm on his door! She had no intention of<em>ever</em>sitting through a class entirely naked! He claimed some students, when they learned of the charm, did it on purpose, as bold as she might have been with him, she wasn't bold enough to do that.<br/><br/>Seeing two students already there she assumed, from the look of them, that they were related. You didn't look that much alike without shared blood. Since there were so few indigenous American's (something she made an educated guess about based not only on their looks but their clothing as well) about, it just made sense that they were probably related somehow. A dozen questions came to her mind at the sight of them, but she didn't want to be rude and pry, not even to sate her curiosity.<br/><br/>Choosing a seat, not far from the pair but near the center of what would be the class once everyone arrived, she offered a warm smile to each in turn, the girl first, before introducing herself, "Good morning, I'm Astrid. I don't recall seeing either of you around the castle last year so I'm guessing your new, are you getting settled in all right? If there's any place you need help finding, don't hesitate to ask," she offered, her friendly smile warm and open, inviting civility at the least, and possibly friendship if the two were open to it.<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i980.photobucket.com/albums/ae282/caela_ecub/Brunettes/f9fe5328-dfec-48c4-9ebd-efcbba03efc1_zps882dd06b.jpg) (http://s980.photobucket.com/user/caela_ecub/media/Brunettes/f9fe5328-dfec-48c4-9ebd-efcbba03efc1_zps882dd06b.jpg.html)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Athena Stargazer-Smith<br/><strong>Position:</strong>PhD Student/Beginning Divination Professor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Forest<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Athena had smiled that morning when she pulled on a pair of hiking boots. She didn't have a class until this afternoon and she seriously doubted that her  Magical Archaeology Professor was going to care much what she was wearing. She didn't have to teach anything until tomorrow and she was going to enjoy the morning! Paired with jeans and a light sweater, she'd thrown a book and sketch pad into a light bag and decided she was going hiking on the grounds.<br/><br/>Now she leaned against a tree, a relaxed smile curving her lips as she simply listened to the sounds of the forest around her. She savored the sounds of birds chirping, small animals going about their daily routines, water running somewhere in the distance, and the gentle rustle of leaves in the light breeze that rushed through them. There would be time enough later for all the stresses that came with learning and teaching, right then, none of them touched her. Right then she was as one with nature as she could be outside of being at the bottom of the ocean.