Family Bonding

Behind a portrait of a stern witch lecturing a classroom of students is the teacher's lounge, where the professors gather to socialize and discuss their work. You can get in if you're a student, but if a professor finds you there without permission, you're going to be in trouble!

Family Bonding

Evan Urquart
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Evan Urquart
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Dec 27 2011, 03:21 PM #1

Tap, tap, tap.

Evan's index finger gently rapped a beat on his “World's Best Teacher” mug, to the main theme from some muggle film a friend had taken him to see, in years past. 2009, was it? He couldn't remember the exact dates. Funny how he could barely remember the plot line, however every second down to the faintest of beats of the main theme could remain in his head after two or three years. It'd been stuck in his head, and he'd even learnt to play it on the piano, and now it just wouldn't leave.

Tap, tap, tap.

The sun was covered by clouds today, and wind blew evermore past the large window that took up half a wall of the Teacher's Lounge, providing a breathtaking view of the blizzard that now blanketed Hogwart's grounds. Evan smiled. He remembered in his school years, when a great blizzard had struck the school and nobody could get home. That was his second year, and he'd thought he were going to be stuck there forever, live his life there, grow up there and die there too. But alas, spring came and the snow melted, and he went home just as usual.

Tap, tap, tap.

This time the tapping was not from Evan's fingers. He heard footsteps outside, looked up briefly before deciding it must've been some other teacher about to enter and looked down again. On his desk in front of him was the schools newspaper, the “Hogwarts Express” they had so named it. It had made Evan chuckle upon first hearing the name, though he wasn't quite sure why. Reading some boys letter into the advice column about his best friend who he had a crush on, or some such thing, the door opened and in walked a figure. Evan didn't pay much attention. It was probably Elsie, or Abel. Or any of the other teachers, for that matter. He sipped some watered-down Firewhiskey from his mug, and tapped his fingers across it once more. “You want some Firewhiskey? Butterbeer?” He offered, kindly, without even looking up form what he was reading whilst he waited for a reply.

Tap, tap, tap.
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James Callum-Monroe
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Dec 27 2011, 04:08 PM #2

James had a confession: if there was one thing that made him want to do something more than anything else, it was being told he couldn't do it. That wasn't always a bad thing, he supposed. Sometimes it meant he tried things he wouldn't have otherwise tried. But most of the time it just ended in some sort of rule breaking. Still, despite the itch the Gryffindor felt to go out into the blizzard despite being told not to, even he wasn't stupid enough to try it. Not yet, at any rate. He hadn't ruled out the possibility that eventually he'd give in. It was its own sort of game, seeing how long he could hold out. The lion leaned against the freezing window in his dormitory, staring down at the lawns below. James squinted to try and see past the blowing snow, but it was little use. He was too far up to see more than a flurry of snowflakes. He couldn't even tell the ground from the air at this point. Perhaps if he went a few floors down...

James straightened, moving away from the window. He swore he could feel his body temperature rising just by standing a little farther way. Merlin, but it was freezing. Turning on his heel, the lion exited his dorm, making his way through the common room and out of the portrait hole. He wouldn't go outside, he decided resolutely, marching down the corridor like he had some sort of purpose. He wouldn't even make it to the ground floor. He just wanted to get a little closer to the ground. As the seventh year descended the staircase, he considered his options. The teacher's lounge had a nice big window, and some of the teachers had gone home before the blizzard hit, so it might be empty. Nodding resolutely to himself, James headed for the third floor.

As he went, the Gryffindor mused about how nice it was to be at Hogwarts for the holidays. He'd always gone home for Christmas, since his mother was usually ill, or at least insistent on his presence. Although he missed his mother desperately--or at least, he did when he allowed himself to think about it--James was glad at least that he didn't have to go home for once. No having to endure Horatio or Arthur--it'd be the best Christmas ever. The only family he ever liked to see were here at Hogwarts, anyway.

Speaking of whom, as James opened the door to the teacher's lounge, he was pleased to see that its only occupant was the charms teacher, none other than his own Uncle Evan--or "Professor Urquart" in public, he supposed, though that still sounded so strange to the lion's ears. His mother's younger brother was probably the only relative, aside from his sister, who James could stand, even liked. Everyone seemed to, though, so it was hardly surprising.

James leaned against the door frame, grinning to himself as his uncle spoke without looking up from his paper. "Sure, I'd love a firewhiskey. But should you be offering students alcohol?"
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Evan Urquart
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Dec 27 2011, 04:35 PM #3

"Sure, I'd love a firewhiskey. But should you be offering students alcohol?"

Evan smiled without looking up. His head bobbed in silent laughter, and he stood up, closing the newspaper he was reading and releasing the mug that had previously been in his grasp. “Hello James.” He said simply, raising one eyebrow. “I do believe this is the teacher's lounge. And I do believe you are not a teacher.” He teased, before walking over and rustling James' hair. “Haven't seen you in a while, kid.” He said with a smile. Bringing one hand to rub his stubble, a trail of thoughts entered his head. First of, where were all the other teachers? Second, how was James? He hadn't seen him in a while. Hopefully he was dealing with Lavinia's death well. Evan pushed sad memories away. Thirdly, when had Evan last had a cigarette? His brain was hungering for tobacco. “One second” He excused himself, wandering back to his desk and picking up a cigarette from his seemingly never-ending packet, along with his wand. Placing the roll of tobacco in his mouth, Evan raised his wand to it's tip and mumbled “Incendio” to light it, before placing his wand once again in his desk.

Blowing smoke out the side of his mouth, Evan turned to James again. “You realise you didn't come to a single one of my lessons last term?” He reminded James with a smirk. Of course, Evan wasn't the sort to care. If James didn't care, then it was obvious that Charms either wasn't his thing or it was essential in whatever future he had planned out; so Evan wouldn't force him to do something he didn't like to, want to or need to do. “What sort of grade are you expecting to get then? By the looks of it, you'll get a D or even a T. If you actually turned up, however~” Evan rambled. He was only doing it as a joke. James knew Evan didn't particularly mind about what grades he got as long as he was happy and could sustain himself, and even if he couldn't sustain himself, that Evan would always be there to help; and the same for his siblings and James' children, and their children, and so on, until Evan would quite literally have to watch over them as a ghost. “Coping at home?” He enquired, gently.
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James Callum-Monroe
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Dec 27 2011, 06:08 PM #4

James ducked his head half-heartedly as his uncle ruffled his hair, smiling. "Oh, is this the teacher's lounge, then?" The seventh year made a great show of looking around the room as though he'd never been there before. Of course he had, hundreds of times. He'd first gotten up the courage to sneak in during his third year, during one of his many wandering trips through the castle. He'd gotten detention for it, of course, as he hadn't yet learned the proper use of stealth, but that hadn't stopped him from coming back. The view was quite nice, after all, and really, the threat of detention shouldn't keep him from exploring where he wanted to. He'd never go anywhere if he worried about things like that.

The Gryffindor smiled to himself as his uncle pulled out a cigarette and lit it. It seemed like a strange thing, but James rather liked it when people pulled out their vices in front of him. So long as it wasn't hurting anybody, he really didn't see what the point was in hiding. Especially when you were an adult and didn't have to answer to anyone else, anyway. The lion followed his uncle further into the lounge, shutting the door properly behind him. He grabbed a chair from another desk and pulled it up to sit across from the older man. James folded his hands across his stomach, doing his best to look like the very picture of youthful delinquency. He briefly considered kicking his feet up, but he had a little more respect for the man than that, so he kept his feet planted firmly on the ground, even if it was less comfortable.

"You've never seen my exam grades, then." the seventh year responded lazily. While Charms wasn't his favorite subject, James prided himself on the fact that he was rather good at it. Not as good as he was at Defence or Transfiguration, but still good enough. Granted, it took a fair amount of cramming to get his exam marks, but he still managed to pull it off. And anyway, he had better things to do with his time than go to class, but he didn't say so. It probably wasn't a good idea to tell your teacher that, even if he was your uncle.

What home? The lion attempted to keep his tone light as he answered, "Fine, fine." He didn't really feel like admitting what was actually going on there. James wasn't sure how much his uncle knew exactly, but still, he was handling it. He was fine. Totally and completely fine.
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Evan Urquart
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Dec 31 2011, 07:40 PM #5

Evan raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Oh, you liar," he laughed. "You've probably been here more times than I have" He smiled. He knew James was the sort to just sneak in and admire the view, rather than other students who would either avoid the place altogether or sneak in and steal things, or generally cause mischief. not James, no, he'd rather come in, watch the snow through the window then leave again, happy as Larry.

Removing his cigarette from his mouth, Evan crossed one leg over the other as he sat. "No. Actually I haven't" Evan blinked, then laughed. "Obviously somebody didn't send me that owl." Ah well. He'd make a mental note to get on it later today. "I assume you did better than everyone thought?" Evan asked, pride resonating from his voice. "As long as you passed, I really don't care." He laughed gently. Of course he did care, but it was better to act it calm in the case of kids. He doesn't like saying "It doesn't matter what grades you get as long as you try" and all that sort of teaching, because in Evan's case it seemed like lying. Obviously it actually was important to get a good grade, or you'd get a bad job, unless you were extremely lucky.

Though Evan also hated saying to a student to get top marks. Really, as long as they pass, they should be able to make a decent living for themselves. Some jobs, like auror or top-range healer in St. Mungos, of course would need top grades, but those students would just have to try harder. Teaching was simple.

"Fine...?" Evan nodded, pausing for a second. He bit his lip, thinking. Hopefully James wasn't being the martyr Evan knew he would be and just saying things were fine when they weren't. Evan still popped up to visit often as he could, though James' father never seemed to care much for his spontaneous visits. But that was fine, as if Evan cared about what James' father cared about. it had always been James, his siblings, and Lavinia. Nobody else.
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James Callum-Monroe
Second Year
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Jan 5 2012, 03:51 AM #6

James grinned, shrugging. There was really no point in denying it. The Gryffindor's delinquency--if people insisted on calling it that--was a well-documented fact, after all. Anyway, it wasn't like he ever did anything wrong, outside of the whole "going where he wasn't supposed to" thing. He didn't wreck anything, he didn't take what wasn't his, and he put everything back where he found it. All in all, he was a model student. Well, except for that "not going to class" bit. Never mind that.

Leaning back, the lion couldn't help but smile a bit smugly. He didn't often indulge in the opportunity to brag about his grades. Brag about his athletic ability, his charm, his wit? Oh, yes, he could brag about all those things, and sure, maybe, sometimes he exaggerated a bit. Just a little. But his grades were something that he didn't feel much need to talk about. Not often, and certainly not with everyone. But... well, hell, it wasn't every day that someone spoke to them with a tone of pride. And it definitely wasn't every day that that came from a family member. Actually, come to think of it, the seventh year was pretty sure it had never once come from a member of his family. It was rather a nice change of pace, and reminded him of why he liked his uncle. James never felt like the family pariah around him. He hadn't realized until just then how accustomed to being treated that way he had gotten.

Shaking his head, the Gryffindor replied, "You could say that." Technically, James had gotten an "Exceeds Expectations" on his Charms OWL, and had done fairly well on his Charms exam the year before, all things considered. "You could even say I 'exceeded everyone's expectations.'" He grinned at his admittedly lame joke, not particularly caring how obvious it might be. He liked the positive attention. If he had to sacrifice some of that aforementioned wit of his, so be it.

"Sure. Fine. Great. Amazing..." James' smile became a bit more forced with each synonym for "good" he shoved out of his mouth. He imagined each one like tennis balls flying out of one of those machines, thwonking down on the desk and zipping off across the room. "Well... except, you know, technically I don't live at 'home' anymore." The lion shrugged again, as though this wasn't that big a deal, even though he knew it ought to be. "Moved out a couple days before fall term started." Technically not true. Technically it was more like "ran away in the middle of the night." But that was nit-picking. The point was, he'd packed his trunk and moved his things to a different, albeit temporary, living quarter.
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