Streets of Hogsmeade

[MJ Spooks]

Amata Harlowe
Professor of Mythology // Wandering Hogsmeade Village // Wearing
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spaceShe shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her brows arched. She wasn't really talking about the bite, more about whatever was on his mind that had caused him to do it. But it was safe to assume that he knew that, and was deflecting. She bit back a sigh, not wanting to offend him or show how exasperated she was. As she herself was very open with her emotions, wearing her heart on her sleeve, it was sometimes frustrating to her when others kept their emotions bottled up. 'It's unnatural... unhealthy. But, I am a stranger to him, of course...' "If you're quite sure everything is alright... But, I'm sorry, I didn't introduce myself. Amata Harlowe." Amata held out her hand to him, offering to shake his. She didn't really care to leave him alone. He seemed like the type to get lost in his own thoughts, to dwell in his pain.

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[MJ Spooks]

Amata Harlowe
Professor of Mythology // Wandering Hogsmeade Village // Wearing
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spaceAmata blushed when he brought her hand to his lips. It was so old world! Not many men would do something like that in this day and age. It caught her off guard. But, she recovered quickly. 'Regret... what an unfortunate name... no wonder he's so sad.' In response to his old world charm, she found herself regressing into a more flowery speech pattern, matching his attitude. "Lovely to meet you, Mr. Owens. What brings you to Hogsmeade today?" If nothing else, she could perhaps give him some company, take his mind off his troubles. She certainly didn't have any plans for the day. And it would be nice to have someone to walk with, talk to.

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[MJ Spooks]

Amata Harlowe
Professor of Mythology // Wandering Hogsmeade Village // Wearing
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spaceAmata's eyes widened, and she clapped her hands together in excitement. "Hogwarts? So, if you are living there, you must be on staff, correct? As a professor or something? I was just hired on, I haven't moved in, but I will be teaching Mythology there this fall! It is so nice to meet someone from the school!" As she spoke, the volume rose, and her words began to run together. Amata had been so sure, based on her own experience at the school, that she would be the youngest person on staff, and by at least ten years. She'd been prepared to be dreadfully alone during the school year, but perhaps she needn't be. If Regret was also on staff, there might be others around their age, and at least she would be beginning the school year with one familiar face at the Professor's table. It was certainly something to be happy about, at least to her mind.

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[MJ Spooks]

Amata Harlowe
Professor of Mythology // Wandering Hogsmeade Village // Wearing
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spaceAmata smiled, her hands still clasped together, her eyes sparkling. "Oh, I'm sure you'll do fine! I mean, I'm the one to worry about, for sure. I'm so scattered sometimes... It'll be a miracle if I can keep my thoughts organized, let alone keep a class going." That was certainly true enough. She was dedicated, of course, but she did tend to get a little overzealous, and was known to ramble a bit whenever she really got excited. She thought she'd be an excellent teacher... if she could stay on track. She hoped that her students would be as dedicated as she was. If they were, it might help to keep her organized. "But, you're the Divinations professor? I recall that class being very popular when I was in school... I took it, in fact, with most of my house mates. This is the first year they're offering Mythology, I'm half scared that I won't even have any students. That would certainly be awful..." She trailed off, her eyes growing a little dimmer, her brows knitting in worry. It was a real concern of hers. She had such passion for her subject, had lived and breathed it as a child, so the idea that no one would care enough to attend the lesson sat ill with her. She rubbed a hand up and down her arm. 'Surely they wouldn't have hired on a professor if there was no one to take the class, though...' She brushed the thought away, perking back up. No sense in worrying now. Summer had barely begun. There was nothing to be done about it at the moment.

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[MJ Spooks]

Amata Harlowe
Professor of Mythology // Wandering Hogsmeade Village // Wearing
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spaceAmata waved a hand in the air in a somewhat dismissive gesture, and shook her head. Not at him, but at herself. "I know that, of course. But, I can't help but be nervous. I mean, you must understand that, if this is your first year as well. And I would be very grateful for you to help me get students interested. I'm very passionate about the subject, so of course I would be devastated if I had no one to teach it to." She tilted her head thoughtfully, placing a finger to her chin and tapping it three times, a gesture she often made when something occurred to her very suddenly. "So, if you are teaching Divinations... are you yourself a seer, or are any of your family?" She supposed that, if he were gifted with the sight, it might explain his gloomy demeanor. People who saw the future often saw things that hurt them or depressed them. 'Perhaps he just has some sort of vision of something terrible that was going to happen and it upset him... ' If so, she felt a little better. And, it would explain his reluctance to share. Those who saw the future were often mocked for their predictions... until they came true.

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Amata Harlowe
Professor of Mythology // Wandering Hogsmeade Village // Wearing
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spaceAmata's head tilted to the side. 'Hm, so much for that theory... I wonder, then, what troubles him so,' she thought. But, she quickly recovered from her obvious confusion, and straightened her head. "It was a rather fascinating subject. Divinations, that is. I rather enjoyed it, though I had no talent for the practical. Never got quite the hang of it all. I rather felt like I was taking a Rorschach test, to be honest." She gave a small laugh, and it sounded like the tinkling of bells. "As for my class, they're calling it Mythology, but to be honest, it's more like a class about fairy tales and legends. I mean, I suppose that legends and myths are one and the same, but I still feel like the class has been given a misnomer. My third year classes start with The Tales of Beedle the Bard. Following that we have... let me think... The Quintaped and Unicorn blood, and then some of the old stories about Hogwarts. The Chamber of Secrets, the Diadem of Ravenclaw, that sort of thing." Amata glanced up the road a ways, to The Three Broomsticks. She thought that she would quite like that Butterbeer now... perhaps something to eat. She was getting a tad hungry.

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[MJ Spooks]

Amata Harlowe
Professor of Mythology // Wandering Hogsmeade Village // Wearing
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spaceAmata blushed a little that Regret had noticed her glancing towards The Three Broomsticks. 'He probably could hear my stomach growl as well... I should have had more than a bagel for breakfast.' "I would love to join you. But, of course it's not necessary for you to buy for me." She tried to keep her tone pleasant, not wanting him to think she was being rude. She just wasn't particularly comfortable with him buying her a drink, or food, with them having just met. She hated to start any relationship, friendly or otherwise, by allowing the other person to take care of her in any way. It tended to be habit forming, and she had something of an obsession with gifts and the like. She absolutely loved it when people bought her things, took her to eat. Chalk it up to generous parents. She started to The Three Broomsticks, smiling as she recalled his question about the Rorschach test. "Are you at all familiar with Muggle Psychology? A Rorschach test is this test they give, where the doctor shows the patient an innocuous image, usually an inkblot. And the patient has to tell the doctor what they see. It's supposed to be indicative of their mental state and whatever is most on their mind. My father used to talk about them a lot. He thought it was nonsense, of course, but the concept always fascinated my mother." She blushed a little again, realizing she had just potentially revealed the details of her parentage. Not that she was ashamed, but you never knew how people would react... it might have gone over his head, but if he had picked up on it, he might not be so eager to join her for a drink. She'd suffered many a moment when someone would invite her along somewhere, only to hastily cancel their plans after learning that she was a half blood.

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