<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 Teacher.<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Castle Grounds, North Tower, Dark Arts Lecture Hall.  <br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Svetlana.<br/><br/></span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">Rome adjusted his tie lightly as he walked about the lecture hall making sure that everything was in place for the coming classes. The facade had to be so well maintain that even when he was alone, a wandering student may enter and Rome would not want to be seen when he was his...other, self. The Hall was big, meant to seat over five hundred students. Wide desks filled rows and rows of seats in a downwards slope all the way to a large, circular area with marks on the ground. In the middle was a wooden desk with a chair behind it, and Rome in it. The circular area was designed for his hands on teaching. A make shift arena in which students could practice casting and repelling the spells they were taught in class, and preform them for examinations. Large glass windows filled the sides of the walls, the glass stained with color and symbols adding an eerie feeling to their shadow as it cast down onto the room. It wasn't very lit with the exception of a lamp at Rome's desk, where he sat to ponder his thoughts.<br/><br/>Rome leaned back in his chair lightly and picked up a crystal ball that sat at the edge of the desk. The ball filled with smoke before images of the castle grounds appeared within it. It was asif a camera had been recording everything happening outside and broadcasting it to this very crystal ball. Yet, one needed no such muggle inventions to spy on people. That's why magic was so satisfying. His viewing however was interrupted when the large doors were pushed open and a figure stepped from the shadows and into the hall, asking for him by name...and if he were alone. From the voice, Rome recognized who she was and at that, a slightly sadistic grin slipped across his lips as his eyes flared an excited red. <br/><br/>"Unless you know of someone with an invisibility cloak, Svetlana, I sincerely doubt there is anyone else here." <br/><br/>He shot at her, cynical and forward as usual but that is how they communicated. Their relationship had always been...edgy. He was her lord, her master, and she was a subject like all who followed him...yet, she was closer than all the rest. She could get away with things others could not, she was the one who clawed and crawled her way to be his most trusted, his most appreciated, his most valued. He would say most loved, but such a feeling did not exist within his core. All he knew was that she was his right hand, and attraction between them was undeniable. <br/><br/>"Come. We have much to discuss." <br/></span><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i896.photobucket.com/albums/ac161/boobytrap1993/02_zpsb359fd77.jpg) (http://s896.photobucket.com/user/boobytrap1993/media/02_zpsb359fd77.jpg.html)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;"><strong>Name:</strong> Scorpius Hyperion Malfoy<br/><strong>Position:</strong> Student<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Castle Grounds, Student Housing. <br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>  Athena. <br/><br/></span><br/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 8pt;">He could not help but smirk lightly at her own grin, and furthermore at her reaction when he called her a professor. He burst into light laughter before tilting his head to the side lightly, his hand coming up to run through his hair. "No, no, you are right. The title of professor Smith does not suit you. You're a little too...elegant for that. Yes, that's the right word." He flashed her an all too obvious flirtatious smile, purposely done so he could draw a smile out of her. Putting aside the fact that she was rather stunning, Malfoy had the worst habit of being rather flirtatious with anyone who caught his interest. It worked for him nearly all the time, so the man had no reason not to try. If anything, she seemed to enjoy their little back and forth. If he could produce another grin like he did just now, he would consider himself victorious. <br/><br/>He tilted his head from side to side when she told him about her outings with her father, followed with the question that she seemed all to eager for him to answer. A small, witty smile came upon his lips when the answer came to him, leaning in just lightly. "Did you know, that among other things, Athena is the Goddess of inspiration?" He paused for a moment, letting her take in what he was saying. "Now if I were invite to a magical...soiree, as you said, I would certainly be inspired by the thoughts of you in one of those all too gorgeous black dresses that are worn in such events. Now how can be that be dull?" <br/><br/>He flashed her a playful wink, rather satisfied with his own answer before he commented on her mention of diving and surfing. "Though I must admit, it rather tears a man apart to have to choose between beachwear, and elegant dresses like that. You've put me in quite a dilemma, else I would not let you ramble so."</span>