<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"></span><div class="floatleft">(http://s13.postimage.org/tbe7h5cgz/007.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Name:</strong>  Rome Ivos Dotson.<br/><strong>Position:</strong> Defense against the Dark Arts Professor. <br/><strong>Location:</strong> Forest.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Athena. <br/><br/></span><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">That sixth sense that she possessed, that certain ability of prophecy that alerted her to his hidden dangers were the exact reason he sought her out int he first place. She was so gifted with something so rare and valuable, just waiting to be put to proper use in a greater plot to achieve much, much more than she ever has before. Yet for now, he was slightly captivated by that warm smile she flashed at him, the one that replaced the wicked grin on her lips after she let out that adorable squeak when he scared her. It had caused to him to helplessly snicker, muffling a small laugh as not to come off rude, before he held his gaze towards her and his eyes locked on her own. He could tell that she was much more comfortable in her surroundings that he was, but he wasn't against getting a little scratched and bruised by a few branches. Nothing a few wand waves couldn't fix, after all what's the benefits of being a Wizard if you couldn't use your magic. <br/><br/>She gave him that little shrug, and identified him by name. A fact that gave his lips a little smile to tug on them. He could not help but laugh though, as she remarked that he stood out lightly with his shirt and tie. "Oh nothing that a little spell can't fix. Besides, I have enough pairs of this exact outfit. It's a continuity thing." He flashed her a charming smile, before stepping to the side and putting his back against the tree, sliding down it until he came to sit down beside her with a small crackle of the leaves beneath his rear. Their shoulders and part of their arms touched, as the tree trunk did not provide much room. A little physical contact always seemed to make talks and encounters more personal, more trusting, so he didn't mind at all. <br/><br/>His head tilted towards her, and his blue eyes gazed over her for a few seconds. "But the whole 'Professor Dotson' thing...it's more suitable coming out of my students' lips. So I will test how truly you know me...and how well that <em>gift </em> of yours can work on the spot, to see if you can recall what my first name actually is. I reckon it will sound rather sweet being whispered from your lips." He smirked coyly at her, his arms crossing lightly as he presented her a small teasing challenge. Nothing about him was threatening,  in fact he did not want to produce such a feeling at all. She was a very gifted woman, and such talented Witches were just helplessly attractive. </span>