Grading Papers;; Open [Chris?]

[ariabella]

The first few lessons were always a breeze for Ariabella. She’d only started teaching last year, and since Potions had been her favorite subject when she attended Hogwarts it was easy for her to teach. Now that spring had arrived the lessons became more difficult. The classes were full of students who she could read like a book. Either they really cared about the class and would actually go somewhere with potions, or maybe they didn’t care about the class but they cared enough to pass it so they could go somewhere in their life, or they didn’t care at all and they were going to do something else in their life that wouldn’t have anything to do with potions. Aria had no problem failing trouble students. She didn’t give detention because she didn’t care to spend her time with students that annoyed her. Instead, if a student did something disruptive or rude, she kicked them out of the class and they failed the lesson for the day, and that night’s homework assignment. If it happened to be on an exam day, well sucked to be them. Some students tried to suck up to her because she was so young. Some tried to level with her; ‘but when you were my age…’ “No, when I was your age I was passing this class”. It never worked out for them. Spring brought more exams and unfortunately for some, more failures…which meant for Aria, more heated letters and howlers from upset parents. She always told them that the mistakes of their children weren’t anything that they could fix, and that she was sorry that their children made the wrong decisions, but she would not pass a child no matter how many galleons they offered to pay. And some of them did offer to pay. Aria considered a few times taking the money, but she decided that it was best to stick to her morals. Yes, even death eaters had morals. Potions was the love of Aria’s life, ever since the human form of love left her life, and even before said human form came into her life. Potions was Aria’s one true passion, all other things came after. That included the dark lord and dark arts, and being a death eater…though she would never admit it to anyone in that circle.

Today had been a long day of classes and it was to be an even longer night of grading papers. There was essay after essay after essay to be read, though Aria didn’t much mind it. She had always been an avid reader, so to mix that with her passion for Potions, reading the students’ works was a breeze. However, she hated to sit in the castle all day long, so she instead chose to sit in a corner of The Three Broomsticks, out of the way of everyone else, with a vanilla scented candle on the table (the bartender enjoyed the scent enough to allow her to use it as the scent relaxed her), and stacks of papers, vials of red ink, and a handful of quills. Butterbeer after butterbeer would be delivered to her as she graded each paper, deep in concentration. She never drank alcohol while grading papers as she knew it was a poor idea to grade with a fuzzy brain. “Another refill for you, miss.” Aria looked up and allowed the smallest smile to pass her face. “Thanks, keep them coming.” She said, and then went straight back to her papers, sipping on the fresh, sweet, butterbeer.


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Another day; another drink. This was very much the motto Christopher Davies lived by. Yes, over the years he had become quite the partier, which extended into the earlier hours into the morning and beyond. At age twenty-three he hadn’t much changed from who he was at Hogwarts. He was still the adventure craving, attention hogging, ‘I don’t give a damn about nothing’ kind of guy, only now everything was magnified, scrutinized by a large demographic than before. Being in the ranks of professional quidditch players, each action Chris made was heavily criticized and it seemed more times than not he was in the papers for what many would call the wrong things. He was out past curfew, sneaking out of women’s homes early in the morning, showing up drunk or hung over to practice, and saying things without the sugar coating his manager would like. What seem to bother people the most was that despite all this working against him, Chris was still able to perform in games at the top levels in the league. He was a formidable chaser with extraordinary talent even when he tried to squander it. While he was the epitome of the anti-jock in some instances, he could never quite get away from his talent that always seemed to call him to the pitch.

It was five o’clock somewhere...or whatever that lame saying way. Chris didn’t need a time to have a drink. He was pretty sure he was supposed to be at some kind of press conference or publicity photo shoot thing at that very moment but he couldn’t be bothered as another drink came sliding in front of his perfectly tanned face.

“How did you know?” he said cheekily to the bartender who only shook her head and smirked as she turned away to help another customer.

Chris winked at her before taking a swig of his new beer. As the liquid touched his lips and warmed his insides, a false sense of security enveloped him. This was where he belonged, this was the only place he could truly find comfort nowadays. It was then that he heard something from down the way. It was a voice that seemed to shake him and remind him of the past. As he looked over he realized why...Aria Blackwood sat at a table just beyond him. His ex...whatever they had been, was sitting there with a mass of papers surrounding her. Usually, Chris would take this as his que to leave. His little black book was anything but little and he had come to discover that some women were not as nice as they were after he had dumped them for the next best thing, but Aria was different. They had been hot and heavy for a while but it was all in good fun and she knew that, understood that, and thrived in that. They had been friends with benefits that had lasted a bit longer than most of his flings. The sex had been good, but what was more, she had been a great girl to have around, while it lasted. The thing about Chris was that one could never hold his attention for long. Once he was gone, he was gone in a second.

He hit the table of the bar and got the attention of the tender. He raised his hands and she instantly knew as Chris looked back to make sure Aria was still at the table. The bartender rolled her eyes as she got out two shot glasses, filled them with a clear liquid, added a lime, and walked away, still smirking to herself. To say Chris was known around the bars in town was an understatement.

Sliding back his stool, he stood, took hold of the two shots and walked his way over to the blond from his past. She was so engrossed in her work that she didn’t even see him until he sat down.

“Homework?” he said with a laugh,” I didn’t know they could hold you back that many years Blackwood. I mean, I even got by the first time around.”

He flashed her a devilish smirk. It had been a long time and he wasn’t sure what compelled him to go over and flesh out old wounds. He had always known Aria to be a good time, and he was bored. He needed something to do.

“Enough of this, you’ll killing my buzz,” he said as he picked up some of the papers to make room for her shot. He put it down in front of her in a challenging way, “I know it’s been a while Blackwood, but I’ve never known you to turn down one of these.” Chris never thought before he acted. He was driven purely by instinct. He didn’t know how he was going to be received by Aria. He hadn’t seen her in years, but there was only one way to find out. He was diving in head first.

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[ariabella]

Aria was deep in concentration, reading a student’s essay and taking the occasional sip of butterbeer, dipping her quill in the blood red ink and crossing out words, spelling them correctly for the student, crossing out whole paragraphs with the word ‘WRONG’ when they got the steps of a potion wrong…she didn’t even notice someone walk up to the table until he had sat down in front of her. She was too busy reading to look up. She assumed it was a fellow professor or someone that was obviously lost and they could wait until she finished grading. A voice, however, broke the silence. A voice she hadn’t heard up close in six years. “Homework?” The voice said with a laugh. “I didn’t know they could hold you back that many years Blackwood. I mean, I even got by the first time around.” Aria rolled her eyes. Davies. Christopher Davies. Her ex-flame, and though she wouldn’t dare admit it, the one human form that had stolen her heart. She didn’t have to look up to know the devilish smirk that would be present on his handsome face. “Oh really Davies, and how many teachers did you have to sleep with to actually pass?” A smirk of her own formed on her lips, amused with her quip. “Enough of this, you’re killing my buzz.” Chris moved some of Aria’s papers out from in front of her and set down a shot. “I know it’s been a while Blackwood, but I’ve never known you to turn down one of these.”

Only then did Aria lift her eyes to look at Chris. He was beautiful…as always. She could hardly stand to look at him as the memories came flooding back. But Aria was good at keeping a straight face. “A lot can change in six years, Christopher.” She said flatly, pushing the shot towards him. “I don’t drink while grading papers.” She continued simply, picking up the papers that he had pushed aside and setting them back down in their proper place. She was a little over half through grading, but she wasn’t about to take a shot just because an old flame set it in front of her. Alcohol was what had brought them together in the first place, but he disappeared, and she didn’t understand why he thought he could just show up again now. Her eyes were back on her paper and her quill was making more red marks.

If he wanted back into her life he was going to have to try a lot harder than that. Her heart was racing, even though she masked it well. Six whole years had gone by since they had had been together. She had been sixteen. He was her ‘first’. She wasn’t sure he even knew that. She lost her virginity to him in none other than the Hogwarts kitchens’ pantry. Classy. They were good friends with benefits for quite some time, but as all good things, it came to an end. Afterwards, Aria drowned herself in schoolwork, especially potions, and worked at an apothecary for four years until finally at 21 she was allowed to pick up a teaching position at Hogwarts, and she’d been there ever since. Twenty-two years of age, no significant other, teaching at Hogwarts and working for the dark lord. She was stable, nothing really ever threw her off, until today, when her one and only kryptonite just sat down in front of her offering her a drink. If she had been a religious muggle, she’d be praying to God for assistance or forgiveness right about now.



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Sitting in that bar across from the blond he had once known so well, it felt as though Chris Davies was wearing a time turner. Aria looked just like Chris remembered her to be, her blond hair bond, her lips pursed, her skin flawless, and the look in her eye that seemed to be deadly and loving all at the same time. Though, all the while there was something distinctly different that if Chris hadn’t been buzzed would have noticed. There was a bit of a sadness to those eyes. He knew those eyes as Aria and Chris had spent a lot of time together back when he was seventeen. Wow, that was six years ago. Had time really gone by that quickly? Chris hadn’t noticed until that moment. Six years was an awful long time for a person and he had been naive to think that over those long years that the blond girl he used to know had not changed at all.

Being the guy he was, he didn’t dwell on these intricate differences. Instead he leaned back in his chair in the way he always seemed to do that made him looked effortlessly casual. A smirk formed in the corner of his mouth as he watched Aria make her move. He had expected her to take the shot...just like old times. The two had been notorious partiers back in the day, and in large part Chris still was.

“Oh really Davies, and how many teachers did you have to sleep with to actually pass?”

He let out a laugh. This was classic Aria. Her icy tone and witty remark was something that time could never change. He had to shake head. It was funny how time could change so much but in the end still change so little about a person. At the core, they were just who they always had been.

“No need for teachers when there were pretty Ravenclaws that would do the trick,” he said with a devilish tone.

This was, however, the sad truth. Chris Davies had been known for not being in class. He had never gone unless he was forced and even then he was either late, drunk, or sleeping. He got by in large part because of who he was and who he had become over his years at Hogwarts. He found that some teachers with Quidditch sympathies gave him many grades he did not deserve, and those who didn’t, he found other means to get those grades. Chris could never be tied down to something like school. He simply was not interested. What he was interested in was girl and he used this interest to his full advantage. He had flirted his way to get girls to do his homework and sometimes more than that if he was feeling the girl. It was a sad bit of his past but he could only shrug it off and laugh about it now that he was making enough money to be able to.

Aria then looked up at him, then in that same tone as before told him exactly what he should have already known. A lot had changed in six years. What was more, she called him Christopher, a name only his parents ever seemed to call him. This made him feel a bit awkward, but he pushed through. She spoke about grading papers and then it clicked. Aria had evidently become a professor in those six years they had not seen each other.

“Apparently,” he said with a look of semi disgust at the piles of homework on the table, “I for one would have never pegged you for a professor Ariabella” he added with a taunting smile, using her name the way she had used his.

“And since you’ve become no fun in those six years, I guess the only thing to do is have enough fun for the both of us,” he said as he picked up his own shot and slammed it back with ease.

Placing the shot on the table he smiled at her, “ You look great by the way...totally have that sexy school teacher thing working for you.”

He always had a way with words. His honesty seemed to do something charm could never do with women. If he saw a girl and she looked good he would indeed tell her...unless, well, if he were sober ad clearly thinking this would probably be one situation where he would have told himself to refrain. Too late for that now. The past was being rehashed as they spoke. He reached over the table and grabbed the shot he had gotten for her.

“Last chance Professor Blackwood,” he said teasing as he held the shot up, offering it to her if she indeed wished to reach out and take it.

Being buzzed was probably helping this situation immensely. It had been six years and Chris was not exactly gracious when they broke things off. Perhaps this was why she was being distant with him. Too bad he was too drunk to figure that out.

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[ariabella]

“Apparently…I for one would have never pegged you for a professor, Ariabella.” Aria’s left eye twitched at his tone when he said her full first name. She hadn’t realized her tone when she said his. She’d simply attempted at being formal with him, as six years was a long time she didn’t feel ‘close’ like they had once been. Saying Chris would almost feel like a dirty word to her. “And since you’ve become no fun in those six years, I guess the only thing to do is have enough fun for the both of us.” He slammed back a shot. “You look great by the way…totally have that sexy school teacher thing working for you.” Aria rolled her eyes and looked at him with a look of un-amusement. “Nice try, Davies.” She didn’t believe him, for it was hard to believe someone who hit on anything with tits. “Last chance Professor Blackwood.” A small, hint of a smile graced Aria’s face, but she quickly wiped it off, refusing to see that his teasing words amused her.

“No by all means, Davies, go right ahead. In fact, next round is on me.” Without missing a beat she turned and raised her hand. “Bartender!” The girl looked at her. “Another round for Mister Davies here…and keep those coming too.” She said with a flattering smile. The smile was fake of course. One that looked genuine but was really used just to get her things that she wanted. She wiped it off as soon as the bartender looked away and turned back to Chris.

“What are you here for, Davies? Trying to rekindle an old flame? Don’t you know that once the fire dies you have to light a new match? You do, don’t you? You grab new firewood, and you start a new flame…and as soon as that one dies, you grab more…you think someday you’d invest in a heater.” Aria was impressed with herself, and mentally scolding herself at the same time. She sipped her butterbeer and made a few more corrections on a student’s paper before writing a large ‘P’ at the top and the words; ‘Better luck next time…might want to start by paying attention in class and not copying off of Miss Leighveers’. She moved the paper into the stack of finished ones and took another sip of butterbeer. Skimming at the next paper she wrote an ‘A’ atop it. She only had to glance at the next one to write a ‘T’ on it, and assign a chapter reading underneath it, as a chance to make-up the grade, though she knew she’d probably end up failing the student anyhow. Three more papers to go. She looked back up at Chris. Damn he was handsome. Almost worth reliving the past. The bartender brought four more shots and a new butterbeer. Ariabella nodded, sipped her butterbeer and pushed a shot in front of Chris. “Your move, Davies.”




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Notes: Your posts almost double mine in length, you can't say their lousy. Sorry Aria's being so blah. Makes Chris work to get her to pay attention if he wants her to.

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Chris Davies had always had a large reputation to go along with his witty humour and sarcastic charm. Even if someone didn’t personally know him they at least heard about him. He was infamous before he was famous which was hardly surprising considering how he carried himself. Chris was like a party in a bottle. He was always on the go, always ready to have fun, and always ready to take everything to the next level. There was also the fact that Chris had a string of women attached to him about a mile long at any given time. What could he say? He loved women and they seemed to love him right back. His wandering eye saw what he liked and he went after them. True, this kind of lifestyle could not lead to anything half way stable but Chris was never one to look for stability in life. The closest thing he had come to a relationship was with one Dominique Weasley and even that was touch and go at times.

Aria, was probably his second longest relationship in his life, which wasn’t saying much considering the fact that they too had never been official. They hadn’t even really been considered monogamous for their year stint at Hogwarts even though Chris’ attention for Aria was one that had been strong and rather focused for that time. Things change...and evidently so did Aria. They were not the care free teenagers with hormones flaring up every moment...at least Aria wasn’t, Chris on the other hand could still very much be considered the same person. Still, he didn’t like the fact that Aria had grown up so much and he so little.

He shrugged his shoulders as Aria declined the shot. Again, surprising, “Bloody hell, at least the old you was fun,” he muttered as he took the shot and put in down next to the other empty glass.

She offered to by another round in the icy tone he had known so well. Aria meant business. She had a way of sending shock waves through anyone who crossed her. Luckily enough for Chris he had never experienced her wrath first had. When he had known her she had always been soft and almost sweet. She had a vulnerability about her that he had never noticed at the time to be anything other than tenderness.

“I hope you know what you’re getting into Blackwood,” he said in a challenging voice, “We could be here all night if you’re picking up the tab.”

He raised his eyebrows at her as he continued, “Course if you were scared I’d drink you under the table you could have just said so.”

Was he egging her on? Perhaps. He had always know Aria to be the girl who wanted to prove everyone wrong. Why he was doing this he had no idea. Did he want to relive the past or did he just not want to feel as though he was the only one drunk enough to stumbled out of the bar and not remember anything the next day?

Then Aria said something that was unexpected. Her words shot like venom towards Chris who was completely unaware as to her ill feelings towards him. Was it possible this girl had been hurt by Chris? Or worse, was it possible she had feelings that went beyond the physical back when he ended things with her? That couldn’t be possible; they had made what they were exceptionally clear on more than one occasion. If it had been just sex that had happened over six years beforehand, then why the baggage? This was another instance that Chris had to admit he didn’t understand how women thought.

“I’m just trying to have a good time, have a couple drinks,” he said, “It’s a little thing called fun, you should get reacquainted with it.”

If she wanted to play that way he could play that way, but it wasn’t going to be pretty. At the moment his buzz made him feel invincible. The numbness that warmed his body with each passing moment was a comfort to him.

“And why get a heater when there’s a forest out there,” he said just as the bartender brought over two more shots, “Thanks love,” he added with a wink and the bartender couldn’t help but blush and smile at Chris in spite of herself.. He turned back and faced Aria, a confidently coy smirk on his face,

“I think that’s game Blackwood,” he retorted as he raised one of the shots to her, ready to take it himself.

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[ariabella]

“I hope you know what you’re getting into Blackwood.” His voice was challenging. “We could be here all night if you’re picking up the tab.” Aria rolled her eyes, grading one of the last three papers. “I’m well aware of what I’m getting into Davies, six years hasn’t wiped out my memory. If you haven’t changed a bit, I am certainly…well aware.” He mentioned something about her being afraid he’d drink her under the table and she shook her head a small smirk on her lips. The smirk disappeared quickly as sweet emotions normally don’t stay on her face all that long. Her words may have caused a bit of pain to him for he shot right back, saying he was just trying to have fun…and something about a forest. She wasn’t really listening. She finished correcting the last paper as Chris said “I think that’s game Blackwood.” She stacked the papers and fitted them into bag she had, and looked up at him.

“Really Davies? I thought the fun was just starting.” She said, grabbing two of the shots and downing them one after another. “Drink me under the table? I’d like to see you try. In case you don’t remember, I was able to keep up with you pretty damn well in the past, and I’ve only gotten better with age.” She gave him an enticing wink and hailed the bartender. “Strongest you have…and then whatever he wants…in fact, you might want to just start bringing bottles, okay doll?” She tucked a few galleons into the waitress’ apron with a small smile. “Off you go.” If it was one thing Aria knew how to do it was manipulate people…and she’d found that money was one of the best ways to do so. Luckily, she had a lot of it. After her parents died and she inherited everything they had…which meant a huge mansion, all their possessions, and their huge bank accounts…plus she had her own job that paid well, one could say she was quite well off, and she wasn’t afraid to indulge.





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Notes: Let the drinking commence! With the fiery words I was almost imagining them getting into an episode of hate sex, lol. >.> I don't want them together or anything... >.> <.< >.> My lips are sealed.

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Chris didn’t like the fact that Aria was so preoccupied with grading the papers in front of her. He was used to being the center of attention where ever he went. He had a way about him that made people want to be around him, want to have a piece of him, and want to get in on his fun. What was more, when it came to women his good looks and relative charm made sure the attention was always on him. The way Aria so easily dismissed him after was disconcerting for the rather egotistical twenty-three year old, especially since he knew how physically attracted Aria had been of Chris when they were hooking up back at Hogwarts.

He took the second of the shots that were in front of him, annoyed but not defeated. He knew the old Aria, and he knew that she was dying to get out. She couldn’t stay cooped up forever, despite the fact it seemed that this blond hadn’t had a good time in ages. Chris and Aria were known for having a hell of a good time drinking the night away back at school. The two of them had been electric the way they fed off of each other. It was only a matter of time before she caved...or he got bored and moved on. That was just how it went with the two of them.

Finally, when she looked up at Chris he could see that old fire in her eye and knew that old Aria was back. It was a good thing too because Chris was getting rather bored with this charade. He was looking for fun and he knew Aria was just the person for that ticket. True, they hadn’t spoken in quite some time but with a few drink in them anything could be patched up. Considering Chris had been drinking for the better part of the afternoon, he had already forgotten the six lost years of not speaking.

She took two shots, one right after the other and a devilish smirk swept over Chris’ face. He raised his eyebrows suggestively at Aria’s comment about keeping pace with him and getting better with age. To keep pace with Chris was like a marathon to people and Chris was always surprised if people could make it half way on his pace, but Aria had always had an way of surprising him. Still, it was doubtful.

“Oh really?” he said with a laugh, “Well don’t mind my skepticism but I’m going to have to see it to believe it Professor.”

Chris watched as Aria hailed the bartender and ordered the strongest thing they had. Chris was half impressed as he nodded towards the cute tender who went off to get the order.

“Go big or go home as always Blackwood,” he said and then turned to the bartender who was back at the bar fixing the drinks, “—And I’ll match what she’s got!” he turned back to Aria, staring her straight in the eye, “Shot for shot? But considering I’ve had a bit of a head start...”

Chris plucked two shots off a guy who was passing by. He winked and nodded at the man before pushing the two shots in front of Aria,” It’s only fair,”

What the two of them were getting into was dangerous to say the least. They were lethal when together and it had been years. Who knew what kind of fireworks were to go off with the two of them going shot for shot in the middle of the Three Broomsticks that seemed to be getting busier by the minute. There were far too many people who could get caught in the crossfire.

The bartended then brought over two lovely looking glasses of some kind of intoxicatingly bad smelling drink as well as a full bottle of fire whiskey and two empty shot glasses. The bartender probably thought Aria was nuts to get in a drinking war with Chris. She had seen him way too frequently to know how much he could drink.

“Now here’s the girl I remember,” Chris said with a smirk, “ Bottoms up Blackwood...”

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