Hello to You Too

Celebrating fourty years since the founding of Nemare Academy, the administration have pulled out all the stops for a night to remember. The dining hall has been redecorated for this formal ball, and the long tables temporarily evicted in favour of smaller ones which surround a dancefloor. The theme of the decorations is black and white, with bouquets of black or white orchids on each table. The staff are all seated along the main tables, but to be honest they're having as much fun as the students, not worrying about chaperoning. (Well, most of them.)

Hello to You Too

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22 May 2013, 02:39 #1

To say that Professor Samantha Snow enjoyed these types of gatherings was truly an understatement. Back in the good old days as a Nemare student, the Snow White incarnate had gone to every single celebration. In fact, showing her school spirit had, in her opinion, only made Nemare seem more wonderfully enchanting than it was in actuality. Nowadays, she put forth her best effort to participate in the academy's events, though her teaching career managed to get in the way at times. However, she'd made sure not to give any written assignments in her classes for the past few days, therefore ensuring that her work load was very minimal. Now, Samantha had come to 'chaperone' at the ball, though she'd been slacking off quite a bit for the past half hour or so, instead spending her time at the main tables chatting with fellow professors and feeding her grumbling stomach.

The hall had been decorated to be the epitome of elegance and grandness. Black and white decorations were scattered across the area to give it a more sophisticated, classy style, and the female professor couldn't help but wonder how the headmistresses managed to pull it all off. They seemed to have quite a few of these themed parties, each one more brilliant than the previous, it just seemed impossible. A lot of thought obviously went into the planning of these balls, though Samantha was sure that this was an event worth celebrating. A school only turns forty years old once, after all, why not hold an extravagant gala to recognize that?

Samantha couldn't say that she looked particularly formal. She'd worn a knee length white floral dress with black roses on it. Normally, Samantha avoided black clothing at all costs. It seemed depressing and mournful to her, therefore she kept it as far away from her closet as possible. However, this particular dress had very little black on it, and so Samantha had reluctantly agreed to force herself to wear it. (Not that it didn't look simply smashing on her or anything.) She'd also donned a pair of black and white heels with lace that formed rose patterns on the shoe and a black rose ring and earrings. In her personal opinion, bright colors and pastels looked far better on Samantha, but she couldn't exactly show up to a black and white themed party in bright reds and yellows and blues now, could she? That would place her far too out of place for her liking.

She sat there, nibbling on her salad and warily eyeing the basket of apples a mere few feet away, while the ball continued in full swing. The students were certainly enjoying themselves, which was most definitely a positive thing. So occupied was she in her glaring at apples and eating, that Samantha did not notice someone coming up behind her. They took a seat and cleared their throat loudly, causing Samantha to immediately jolt back to reality. She blinked a couple of times and then turned to face the other person, a slew of apologies coming out of her mouth for not paying attention.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry. Really, so very sincerely apologetic. I mean, I just got so lost in thought, it's so stupid. I really am sorry! Truly!" she rambled. This continued on for about twenty more seconds before the person stopped her.

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06 Oct 2013, 12:44 #2

Hadrian didn't generally enjoy school functions. There was a simple reason for this: why would anyone want to look after other people's brats after-hours and for no extra compensation? There were, however, a few occasions when he didn't mind attending. The occasions on which the school's teaching staff was allowed to relax just as much as the student population, especially those not fingered for chaperone duty. Most of the students knew how to conduct themselves at such affairs - most of them from some or other class they took. Personally Hade had always found himself buried under homework just when something fun came up, so while everyone else was partying he had to cut his evening short to work on some extra essay assignment that he'd been given for the petty crime of setting someone barely on fire. Events like this had inevitably been a source of resentment for the young Hadrian, not fun.

In any event, he was going to the Founder's Ball to enjoy himself. If he played his cards right, he wouldn't have to speak to anyone under twenty-one all evening. The other professors at the school were a mixed bag as far as company were concerned - the do-gooders tended to be irritating, and there were one or two Wonderlanders who had made it onto the staff presumably by virtue of not being sane enough for any other job. Most of the time, Hade didn't bother with the crazy people. They were harmless anyway, more interested in when their next cup of tea was coming than in anything serious. Fortunately, there were one or two sane professors who could provide him with some diverting company for an evening.

Straightening his bowtie, Hade smirked at his reflection in the mirror. He looked amazing in his tuxedo, if he said so himself. There was something about a good suit that just looked so right, which was why he tended to wear suits and tailored clothing over anything more casual. It was a waste of effort to be intimidating in jeans when a good suit would do all the intimidating without his having to say a word. A tuxedo just added another level of glamour. He adjusted his cummerbund, ensuring it was lying smoothly, and then stepped away from the mirror. He picked up his watch and fastened it to his wrist, shaking his cuffs down so that they covered it. Thus readied, he made his way at last down to the hall.

After a preliminary circuit around the festooned hall, he made his way up to the staff table, exchanging the occasional nod with a student but otherwise not interacting with any of them. Hade wasn't here for the children. His eyes swept along the staff members currently present at the table, considering his plans for the evening. He wasn't the type of guy who took vacations. Even when he was relaxing, there was always a part of him making sure that everything that he did was according to plan or fed into his interests in some way. He paused to relieve a waitor of two glasses of carbonated apple juice, which was the closes thing to champagne that would be available in a school full of children, and then strolled up to the table. Most of the other teachers who were going to be at the party were there already: Hadrian didn't believe in punctuality according to other people's schedules. His own, sure, but he wouldn't rush for anybody else.

Included in the present staff was one Samantha Snow, a sweet young woman whom Hadrian was deeply enjoying wrapping around his finger. It was just so much fun to toy with her innocence. Besides, his 'friendship' with her was his connection to many other members of the staff, who trusted Sammy's opinion and therefore trusted him, even though they really shouldn't. Hadrian was only too happy about this state of affairs. He strolled up behind her and cleared his throat, sitting in the empty seat next to her and setting one of the glasses down beside her plate. He put his own glass down too and smiled as his presence slowly filtered into her distracted consciousness.

"Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry. Really, so very sincerely apologetic. I mean, I just got so lost in thought, it's so stupid. I really am sorry! Truly!"

Hade held up one hand, and Sammy duly trailed off into silence. "It's fine, my dear," he told her with a smile, leaning forward to press a light kiss to her cheek in greeting. "May I say that you look simply lovely this evening?" If there was one thing that Hade was good at it, it was turning on the charm. He could be a very hard man to resist when he wanted to. That was his main strength. Although there was a time for muscular posturing, most things could be accomplished by insidious whispers instead. It was just so much more efficient, and cleaner too. It was a lot harder to pin an idea on someone than something more concrete. "I took the liberty of bringing you some refreshment... just apple juice, you know, but the bubbles make it exciting for the kiddies." He smiled, a shark-finned flash of pearly whites.

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17 Oct 2013, 00:23 #3

It took Samantha a moment or two to comprehend that it was Hade who had addressed her. Samantha was close with all the members of the staff, being the perky sweetheart that she was, but she had a sort of soft spot for the villain's incarnate, probably because she was aware of his, er, reputation. He wasn't the sort to befriend people, and honestly, most of the other professors didn't mind never exchanging words with him. They all considered him to be a devious, manipulative Devil's incarnate. She couldn't see why for the life of her. Hadrian was a perfectly nice guy if you gave him a chance. It saddened her, however, that she was the only one to do so.

"It's fine, my dear. May I say that you look simply lovely this evening?"

At this, Samantha blushed, as she always did when on the receiving end of a compliment. She could never understand the concept of taking these sorts of words without a reaction or flirting and that type of conversation. She, herself, was immensely modest and, to be honest, had never been very good with boys even as a young girl. Of course, with age, came the ability to converse with less difficulty. Now she simply blushed and smiled. That was the best way, she'd found out. And, of course, to be polite and say something well-meaning back. "As do you. I swear, every time I see you, it's like you're ready to attend some sort of formal gathering. I don't think I've ever seen anyone dress so nicely so often." This was, of course, meant to be a compliment.

"I took the liberty of bringing you some refreshment... just apple juice, you know, but the bubbles make it exciting for the kiddies."

Oh dear, did he say apple? Yes, she was sure of it. Samantha had always a sort of... phobia of the said fruit. She supposed that came as a package deal with the whole 'spirit of Snow White' thing, but it had grown to be very bothersome. People always found her fear so silly, though she couldn't understand why. Now she found herself in a difficult situation. Samantha considered herself to be a very well-mannered young lady, and declining a drink when someone had so kindly gone out of their way to retrieve it for her seemed to be incredibly rude, but she was fairly sure that she would gag if the fizzy liquid so much as came near her mouth. She despised apples with a passion. Still, for every problem was a solution, as she liked to say. And so maybe the solution was to grab the drink, carefully take a decent sized sip, turn around momentarily, and ever so subtly spit it it into the nearby potted plant, but these things happen. One must simply learn to make do.

"Hmmm, sorry, I had to cough," she said lamely, trying to excuse her actions. Samantha sincerely hoped that Hadrian hadn't noticed that. Obviously, she had been so incredibly cunning in her disposal of the disgusting liquid.
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15 Jan 2014, 22:41 #4

"As do you. I swear, every time I see you, it's like you're ready to attend some sort of formal gathering. I don't think I've ever seen anyone dress so nicely so often."

A slight smile tugged on Hade's lips, and he inclined his head slightly in acceptance of the compliment. Politeness was next to godliness, after all - or, wait, wasn't it cleanliness? Eh, whatever. It wasn't as though Samantha had told him anything he didn't already know. "Well, you know, there's no point in being scruffy... I find it sets the wrong tone." That, and Hade refused to dress like a teacher, even if he had to be one for the moment. There was no reason to sacrifice style just because the only people who saw him on a regular basis were other teachers and Nemare Academy's population of brats. Quite apart from anything else, his own vanity wouldn't allow it.

Rather irritatingly, his companion's irrational fear of apples and all apple-related products had slipped his mind, so his gesture of bringing her a drink rather backfired. Still, at least she wasn't allergic or something stupid like that. It wasn't as though she even had to drink the stupid stuff. He'd only brought it for show. If she was really thirsty, she would have made her own plans to deal with it long before he'd turned up. She was a big girl, she could really get a drink on her own. Sadly though, she'd obviously been well brought up, because her manners were preventing her from completely ignoring the drink she didn't want. People could do stupid things in their desire to please others. That was one of the reasons Hade had never really bothered with that.

"Hmmm, sorry, I had to cough."

He couldn't help but quirk an eyebrow at her rather strange method of dealing with the unwanted apple juice, but managed to suppress an outright laugh at her words. There was no point in hurting her delicate little feelings, after all. He'd spent so much time cultivating that happy little warm glow she got when she saw her friend Hadrian - it'd be a shame to let that go to waste before he'd made proper and full use of it. Gently, he waved his hand over the glass, turning the liquid a deathly black hue, and its contents to sparkling cranberry juice. "My apologies, my dear," he said smoothly as he did so. "How thoughtless of me. I'm sure this will be more... soothing to your delicate throat." As if her pathetic attempt at a cover hadn't been completely transparent. Hade smiled, lowering his hand and curling the fingers of the other around his own glass. "How are you enjoying the evening so far, my dear?" he asked, steering the conversation away from apple by-products.

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07 Mar 2014, 22:20 #5

As Hade politely accepted her compliment, Samantha wondered what was wrong with the world these days. Here was one person among many who understood the importance of civility and charm. Honestly, she loved the kids she worked with, but the new generation could stand to display a tad more politeness.

"Well, you know, there's no point in being scruffy... I find it sets the wrong tone."

Samantha nodded. She'd never worn jeans or sweats or anything else of that sort to class. Students responded better to a more professional atmosphere when in school. Of course, Samantha also made sure to keep her classroom bright and clean to raise the mood of kids as an addition to the more serious mood. "I completely agree. The kids need to feel like their work is important. But, you know, your classroom could stand to be a bit less... gloomy. I mean really it's lovely. Excellent taste and everything. It's just, does it have to be so dark? The desks, the chairs, the curtains over the windows. I mean why not just keep the shades open and... maybe get some air freshener that doesn't make the place smell like a big office building? It's a little too professional, if you know what I mean." Now she felt awful. She was criticizing Hadrian, possibly the nicest guy ever.

She felt like he'd seen her dispose of the apple juice. His eyebrow was doing that thing when he was criticizing her a little (though she was sure it wasn't purposeful), and she hoped she hadn't seemed horribly rude.

"How thoughtless of me. I'm sure this will be more... soothing to your delicate throat.

Well look at that, once again Hadrian was proving to be wonderfully understanding. She stared at the glass in awe as its contents changed color. Samantha took a slow sip before looking back up. "Thank you. You know, you've got truly amazing powers. I mean, I don't even have proper powers, and here's you switching out different liquids like its nothing." She hated to admit to being envious, but there was always that nagging feeling in the back of her mind when other people at Nemare seemed to excel in the most difficult sorts of powers.

"How are you enjoying the evening so far, my dear?"

She thought for a moment before replying. "Well, these sorts of gatherings are always entertaining. But you know, they seem to have lost their charm since the good old days of high school. I mean, before I used to think these events were the highlight of the year, but now... I think I've seen so many balls and galas that all there is to do is sit around and eat while watching the kids gossip and dance. Don't get me wrong, it's all lovely, but it's all gotten a bit dull. Of course, I still think this sort of thing is wonderful, especially considering how much work goes into the preparations. At least the decorations are always new. It's something to look forward to, right? But really, I love it. Of course I do. I love everything." She did not like being negative. Why the hell was she being negative. And now she was swearing. What on Earth was happening? Hmmm... only one glass of champagne so far. Maybe she'd lay off of it anyways, just in case.
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02 Apr 2014, 11:18 #6

"I completely agree. The kids need to feel like their work is important. But, you know, your classroom could stand to be a bit less... gloomy. I mean really it's lovely. Excellent taste and everything. It's just, does it have to be so dark? The desks, the chairs, the curtains over the windows. I mean why not just keep the shades open and... maybe get some air freshener that doesn't make the place smell like a big office building? It's a little too professional, if you know what I mean."

His companion’s words couldn’t help but bring a smile to Hade’s lips. "I do teach a class on villainy," he reminded her with a chuckle. "I doubt a floral theme would quite set the right tone." He had to lay some ground rules, especially considering what he was about to say. "Still, I’m sure it would benefit from an experienced eye and a woman’s touch." Frankly the only 'woman’s touch' that Hade was interested was the one that involved an actual woman actually touching him, but if he were to sustain his façade of friendship with the lovely Ms Snow, minor allowances would have to be made. He could always intervene if she wanted to do anything too grotesquely cheerful to his workspace. As a friend, his needs would of course come above her design instincts. It was rather fun to have a 'friend' as caring and selfless as she was. (Partly because it made the rest of her friends either angry or worried, both of which emotions were completely warranted.)

"Thank you. You know, you've got truly amazing powers. I mean, I don't even have proper powers, and here's you switching out different liquids like its nothing."

Keeping his expression serious, Hade gave his head a little shake. "Of course not, Samantha. Quite the opposite, in fact." He leaned forward, gently taking her hand in his. "You have the ability to see the silver lining, and to help others see it too. You can see the impact you have on your classes – how can you really say that you don’t have a 'proper' power? My powers are flashy, but they don’t help people like you do." That last was, in fact, completely true, especially given that Hade was wont to use his powers for personal gain, often at the expense of others, instead of for being helpful. Helping himself was the top and end of his list. Just like now. A happy Sammy was a talkative Sammy, and so it was in his interests to keep her feathers smooth and unruffled at all times. A little honey never hurt anyone.

"Well, these sorts of gatherings are always entertaining. But you know, they seem to have lost their charm since the good old days of high school. I mean, before I used to think these events were the highlight of the year, but now... I think I've seen so many balls and galas that all there is to do is sit around and eat while watching the kids gossip and dance. Don't get me wrong, it's all lovely, but it's all gotten a bit dull. Of course, I still think this sort of thing is wonderful, especially considering how much work goes into the preparations. At least the decorations are always new. It's something to look forward to, right? But really, I love it. Of course I do. I love everything."

Personally, Hade had only ever enjoyed events like this as a student because they were a break from the monotony of schoolwork. He thought back to his youth, a slight smile of reminiscence curving his lips as he recalled one of many trysts he’d had within this very hall. Once he’d filled out and grown taller, he’d discovered that it was pretty easy for him to convince just about any girl, within reason of course, to give him her attentions for an evening. He’d always been strategic about it, extracting some kind of hold over the gossipy ones to ensure that nothing too damaging ever roamed around the school’s halls in the form of gossip. Hade was always thinking two steps ahead, even when he was having fun. Putting one over on someone was its own reward, so he didn’t mind missing out on the supposed benefits of 'living in the now'. That said, he did allow himself some downtime. There was no point in burning out before he had a chance to set all of his plans into motion.

Such recollections were pleasant enough, but he kept an eye on his companion too. He had to look as though he were paying minute attention to what she was saying, after all. "My dear," he said gently, as Sammy’s dissatisfaction with the evening’s events seemed to be distressing her. It might be completely ridiculous to dislike disliking something, but to dear, sweet Sammy it was a reality. He’d save the bemused rolling of eyes for when he had some privacy. This was a situation that required a tender hand, exactly what he intended to give her. Along with a tiny tasteless shot of alcohol in her juice. "I believe you just need a change of pace." He smiled and curled his fingers around his glass again. "Would you like to get some fresh air? I’m sure the others can ensure that no harm comes to the students for five minutes." Ha, as if most of the staff around here could ensure that their clothes were the right way around in the morning, much less control a horde of hyperactive teenagers. Still, everyone was far too busy having fun to cause the kind of chaos that would actually require him to step in and do something. Not in the space of five minutes, anyway.

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