Working With The Dark Arts [teddy]

[artimus]

Artimus sat in the Staff Lounge, glad to have it to himself. A week of teaching was at last over with, and he wouldn't have to bother with any students. It was only September and yet he already couldn't wait for the next holiday, the first years seemed more idiotic than the ones last year. His Slytherins seemed to be playing up a lot as well lately, he kept having calls to sort them out. Arti wasn't having his own house show him up, it wasn't happening. It made him look like he wasn't doing a good enough job, and Slytherin was suppose to be a top house in his books. He was going to have to sort them out; a quick gathering to have a word with them should do it. At least now over for the week, he didn't have to put up with anyone coming to him and saying to him that they couldn't do his homework because their pet toad or something died.

Artimus sighed, he was trying to get his lesson planning done. He had done the majority of it, he only had to sort out his third year class and then he would be done. He took his glasses off and place them on the table, ran a hand through his hair and then at back in his chair. He would do the rest of it later; it shouldn’t take too long to plan that one class. But they seemed like a dull bunch to be honest.

He was starting to think about the Dark Arts again, they intrigued more than they should. He had done so much research into it, and they really did make him want to know more. A few years agao, there had been a wizard, a very dark wizard by the name of Lord Voldemort. Now he seemed to have the right idea about things, or so Arti thought. Artimus already knew a fair few things about the Dark Arts, but there had to be something more… evil to it. He wanted to know more about the Unforgivable Curses, what they were and how they worked. Some people may have called it an obsession, but Arti was curious. And the more he delved into it, the more it appealed to him.

ATTIRE

[/color] Black shirt and trousers, and black cloak CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts LYRICS save me - my darkest days NOTES none WORD COUNT three eight two [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[professorteddy]

Teddy stumbled into the Staff Lounge, arms stuffed with untouched essays. There wasn’t a great deal of writing in his class; Teddy was partial to a hands-on approach to magic. Still, weeks had gone by filling his work hours with either instruction or designing lessons, thus leaving the grading part of his job neglected. His office turned out to be too much of a distraction, with a veritable zoo of creatures turned from goblets as of the prior day’s session with his third years – not to mention a scattering of saved letters brimming with flowery prose from one particularly stunning Weasley. The need to relocate was clear.

Teddy held back a grimace as he realized the place was occupied- and by none other than Artimus Ramsford. In all six of his years of teaching, Teddy had never once achieved more than a look of disapproval from the Slytherin Head. Not that it was particularly surprising. A great deal of the Hogwarts staff saw Teddy as a rambunctious youth, hardly capable of maintaining a classroom. And regardless of his results – more students passed the Transfiguration OWL last year than in the last decade – the attitude remained. No matter what he seemed to do, be it lending help to younger students or helping with the seventh year Apparation lessons, the general disdain of his presence at Hogwarts was unbelievably frustrating.

“Artimus,” Teddy regarded the Charms professor with cool politeness. His foot caught on the room’s rug and he barely managed to get the papers to fall onto a table far away from Artimus as the small room allowed. Usually he would have laughed it off, but something about Artimus’s presence made him feel less than his humorous self. There was something just a little – off about the man. The way he kept to himself, the way no joy seemed to emanate from him at any time. The only time Teddy caught him looking particularly pleased was at a glance in the library, Artimus looking over a particularly sinister looking book in the restricted section. The thought made Teddy’s stomach twist. But it must be his imagination, Teddy rationalized. Just because Slytherin was known for producing dark wizards didn’t mean there were any within the sanctum of Hogwarts. The age of Death Eaters had come and gone, and would not be resurrected as long as Teddy had something to say bout it.

notes: if this is too godmoddy, I’ll edit!

[artimus]

Artimus decided to finish off the third year class, just a few notes on what he was going to do. There wasn’t a real need to put paragraphs upon paragraphs; he probably wouldn’t even stick to the lesson plan anyway. He rarely ever did, especially when there was some idiot in his classroom. The often seemed to take up a lot of his time.

Artimus turned as he heard someone enter the Lounge, just when he thought he was about to get some peace. Theodore Lupin. He was one of the many staff members that Artimus despised; but this one more than others. There was something about the way Lupin was, the way he taught. Everything about him made Arti annoyed, even the way he walked. He wouldn’t even try to have a civil conversation with him; it just wasn’t going to happen. Sometimes it’s better when to people just don’t speak, and that was exactly what the case was here.

Artimus smirked as Lupin tripped over the carpet, and scattering the paper on the floor. ”Theodore.” Arti said lazily, with a slight bitter tone to his voice. He would not refer to Lupin in the silly nickname, that most of the staff called him. Teddy! What type of nickname was that, he wasn’t all too fond of the actual thing either. Hopefully he would leave as soon as he came in, Arti didn’t plan on leaving here anytime soon. Though he would probably be able to look more into the Dark Arts in his own office, feed his hunger for it for the time being. But no. Artimus decided to stay and see what Theodore was really like.

ATTIRE

[/color] Black shirt and trousers, and black cloak CREDIT SAM !? of A Changed Hogwarts LYRICS save me - my darkest days NOTES No, it's fine WORD COUNT two seven nine [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]