[Sixth and Seventh Years] a boat to England

[caspian]

The cool rain was already running down the back of a certain handsome proffessor. It wouldn't've been if he hadn't been standing in the exact place he was. The tree he was standing under had a large, smooth trunk that just let the water run down, and since Caspian Dorian Grey was standing up against it, the water ran onto him. His brown hair had been blown about by the wind so the rugged 'Caspian' look was prominant. He didn't care much about his hair and left it to its own devices, letting it do as it pleased. It was now marginally wet and sticking up, as per usual. Caspian shifted his position, his shoes shuftling leaves on the ground. He looked as if he could have stood there all day. He'd only actually been there for about ten minutes, but his calm, casual outlook on life left him completely comfortable anywhere he was. He could make comfort come to him. He didn't mind being wet, dry or damp, and so he was good in any weather. However, Dief was not.

Dief. Short for Diefenbaker. He couldn't remember where he'd heard the name, somewhere in the muggle world no doubt. And Diefenbaker had just stuck, a pretty good name all round. Dief was, a Marsh Spirit, an increasingly annoying one. He had been found on the open marshes by Caspian almost a century previously. He'd tried to lure Caspian away into a bog, but Caspian had eluded the illusionist of a spirit. And now Dief was Caspian's. They were good friends really, Dief and Caspian made a good team to lure others in. Caspian had his own...agenda in the world, and at the moment was making things easy on himself. He could do as he liked and get away with it with Dief.

Right now, Dief was being an arse. Using the most polite terms. He had been let loose in the forest and had now refused to come back, since he'd found animals to lure.
"Diefenbaker, if you don't come back, I'll lock you in the jar again." Caspian's clean cut english accent flowed easily and softly through the forest. The jar was just that, a jar. Caspian could put Dief in a jar and just leave him there. Slowly and reluctantly, the large grey wolf moved out of the inter reality.
"Alright, I'll come with you." The spirit mumbled, holding up his long tail. Well, the voice arrived in his mind without the tedious necessity of passing through his ears. Caspian shook his head and stepped out into the downpour, letting it run off his head and across his shoulders. Waterproof magic was a brilliant thing. He took out his wand, pointing it towards the sky. Over three hundred years of practise had made him pretty good at spells and the blue lightening lit up the sky with a crackle. He stowed his wand away, hands in his pockets. Well, a Defence Against The Dark Arts teacher had to have some skills, didn't they.

A lesson outside, in the rain, perfect. He had nothing against this, he wanted to see how his students would react. He wasn't known by any of the students yet, only having arrived when this term had begun. Diefenbaker seated himself on the wet ground, looking around his distain. He'd put a large note on the door instructing all of his sixth and seventh years where to come, he just wondered how many would actually come, and how many would come on time. He didn't care too much, they'd miss out on a good induction.

[dorcas renata meadows]

It wasn't just raining, it was pouring. The rain was heavy and intense and a bolt of lightning accompanied by a roll of thunder filled the sky. The rain was pretty well spaced considering there was so much of it, and the fat raindrops hit Dorcas' hair and uniform hard. It was cold outside but there had to be warm air from somewhere for the thunder and lightening. Either that or the cold they were experiencing now was hot in comparison to up where the clouds were and that, Dorcas just couldn't believe that, not at the moment, not while the freezing water had soaked through her clothes as she appeared to be the only one making her way across the lawns so far to meet this new Professor. Not that Dorcas minded much. She liked the rain. Would be even better if she could run about naked in it but hey, that wasn't an option, no need to give the professor a heart attack no, was there?

Dorcas spotted a figure where the note on the classroom door had said he would be, and beside him a dog. The closer Dorcas got she realised that one, this Professor Grey was tall and lean . . .very muscular by the looks of him, and two, that dog was incredibly wolf like, but Dorcas couldn't see properly and there was no use perving on a guy that could be 100 with loads of grey hair and a thousand wrinkles upon his face. Though the dog was well behaved, just sat there in the rain, though Dorcas couldn't help but wonder why they were having a lesson outside in the rain . . . her mind just kept coming back to that point.

Upon her close approach to the Professor, Dorcas narrowed her eyes on him, a smirk curling her lips. That so was not their professor . . . it couldn't be. He was young and . . . Hot! And there Dorcas was, drenched to the bone, clothes clinging to her body and her fringe sticking to her forehead. She was a little cold and getting colder, her clothes feeling ten times as heavy as they actually were but da.mn . . . the view she had now was worth it all. She'd walk out in any thunderstorm anywhere to get another glimpse of this guy. Heck, she was betting that if she closed her eyes she'd still be able to see him.

"Hey." She said, calling over the ever building wind that had swept the storm their way. "You haven't seen Professor Grey out here anywhere have you? I've no idea what he looks like and the note on his classroom door said he'd be around here somewhere." Dorcas looked at the elegant silver watch on her wrist. "I'm a bit early but the note was already on the door. Figured he'd be here, y'know?" Dorcas folded her arms, figuring it might help to keep her a little warm, but truth was she'd probably lost all sense of feeling by now anyway, the rain had made her almost completely numb, but heck, this guy was totally worth it.

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[caspian]

He could really use a good biscuit and a cuppa at the moment. Old habits died hard, he'd travelled a lot of the world, but it always came back to a cuppa and a good biscuit. It just made you feel so much better to have a nice cuppa inside of you. He might be old enough to have brought tea from across the continants, but you can still appriciate something after years and years. The storm seemed to be dying down a little. Well he couldn't have that. He reached inside his pocket, bringing out his wand. Pointing it vaguely in the direction of the sky, the clouds lit up once more, cracking deep over head with blue sparks of lightening. All he needed was a storm.

"What are you actually expecting to do?" Diefenbaker asked, looking up at Caspian through the sheeting rain.
"You'll find out, like the students. But, I have to make an entrance don't I?" He gave the wolf a sly wink.
"Some of your previous entrances didn't go down too well. Especially in that music hall in 1887, they weren't very happy that you broke their sky-light." Caspian shrugged.
"They over-reacted. I brought them so much more publicity."
"Yes, along with a larger bill." Caspian didn't reply to that snide comment. Most wouldn't've replied to the first, since, hey, talking dog's didn't exist, right? Oh, people with no imagination. It really was sorryful to see people who just didn't believe. Yes, he was quite good at lying, but he wasn't exactly, bad. He just liked a joke or two.

He tapped one converse covered shoe against the wet grass. A lot of the teachers at Hogwarts disagreed with his choice of clothing, since he prefered to either wear muggle clothes or his old traveling clothes, from about 1750. It was very, very rare that you ever saw him in a cloak or robe of any kind unless it was part of his armour, which was kept in a trunk in his room. Today was just a single grey leather jacket, a pair of old and rather faded jeans, similarly old converses and a black shirt. He didn't go in for the flash unless he had to. Then the tail-coats came out. Oh yes, two foot tails in black and grey. He even owned a well cared for top hat, nice.

Diefenbaker stood up at the voice, since he'd been looking in the other direction. He grummbled, but in wolfish, so it sounded more like a growl.
"Quiet, it's only a student, Dief." Caspian said, nudging the wolf with a toe. Caspian turned, since he had been side on to the approching student and gave her a smile. It was only polite.
"Morning." He replied pleasantly, not taking his hands out of his leather jacket pockets.
"Do I know where Professor Grey is?" It felt wierd calling himself 'Professor'. He prefered to just be called Caspian. He had about thirteen middle names, so students could take their pick. The most commenly used were Dorian or Caspian.
"Well, yes, the note has been there since about quarter past three this morning, something like that." He said with a shrug. "Sorry, I didn't catch your name. Oh and I hate Professor Grey, just Caspian would be good, please." He said politely, shifting his weight from one foot to the next.

[dorcas renata meadows]

Dorcas stared at the guy in disbelief, a strange kind of noise coming from her as though she wanted to say something but couldn't. This was the Professor? This guy that was totally hot and stood before her, was the new Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher? Dorcas knew she was staring but just couldn't help herself. How in the hell - damn it! Her mind was trying to imagine him naked. She stopped herself, shaking her head and looking at the wolf, but she got sense she probably shouldn't so she looked back to the 'Professor' and regained her trail of thought before she'd tried imagining him naked . . . how in the hell . . . no, she'd thrown herself, she'd lost her train of thought. Frick.

"Caspian?" She'd managed to repeat his name back to him in the form of a question, yeah, great start there Dorcy, not! "I'm Dorcas Meadows, Slytherin seventh year." See! That talking thing worked a lot better when you weren't staring at the guy and trying to mentally undress him. "Uh, sorry, I was a bit taken back . . . you're not exactly hot." WHAT THE HELL!!! He was hot and she'd just told him he wasn't?! Way to get your words mixed up,her mind mocked. "I mean you are hot but not a teacher." Yeeaaah, clever! Accuse him of being a liar! I know, why don't you top it off by kicking him the face - it would probably be the least embarrassing thing of all your idiocy. "Frick, sorry, I mean you're hot, you're not like a normal Professor and I'm just going to shut up now and wait for the rest of the class. My apologies Professor." Kill me now, her mind thought. "I mean Caspian! Sir. Ah hell."

Dorcas rolled her eyes at herself and took a step sideways and back. Usually she was good with guys, but this one? Well he'd kind of put her off guard, telling her that he was the professor. He was so young, hot and more than likely had the sexiest body ever under those clothes, but she'd opened her mouth and put her foot right in it. She seemed to be trying to dig her way out of a hole and failing miserably. No wonder her mind mocked her from time to time. She could be a real idiot occasionally. And God fucking Damn! She was imagining him naked again so she looked away completely, facing toward the castle with her eyes closed. Perhaps this was all some kind of stupid dream she'd wake up from. If not then would the world mind doing her a favour and just swallowing her up?

She sighed. Perhaps she could just walk away and come back again like it had ever happened. Yeah right. At least it was one way to make sure he'd never forget her, she supposed. Though he might not exactly remember her name, just know her as 'girl that doesn't know when to shut up' or 'idiot', that would do nicely, wouldn't it? On the bright side at least it was only the two of them, well, if you excluded the wolf that was but hey, he was a wolf, not like he'd be telling everyone about what an idiot she was, thank Merlin.

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