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Post by Professor Dragomir Ghica on Apr 16, 2023 21:10:27 GMT -8
Dragomir strolls along the edge of the Forbidden Forest, listening closely to Mal skuttling around just inside the boundaries. It is cool, but the cold of winter has not yet settled over the grounds. His thoughts are elsewhere, tossing between the Vaisey and Oden issue as well as Isadora. There was something there, something tangible behind her outright fear of Viktor. He just wish he knew what it was so maybe he could help. It had to be tough for Viktor, her fear was obvious, at least to him. And he figured Viktor would be able to smell it if he didn’t see it. Drake got no sense of ill-will from Viktor at all. He seemed down to earth, as much as a werewolf could be. He was, as Drake had been, a recluse. Unless his recluse lifestyle was self-imposed because he wanted the job?
Drake wondered where Viktor was, for a moment more anyway, until he picked up the scent of wet dog and knew he was nearby. It was not a full moon, so he would not be here to hunt. Did he still hunt? Not knowing for certain, he whistled a warning to Mal to keep to the shadows. He hoped the Kneazle would remember because he was not sure what Viktor’s take on the cat would be.
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Post by Professor Viktor Dimitar Valko on Apr 16, 2023 22:00:35 GMT -8
Viktor walked through the grounds, which were quickly becoming like a second home to him. His first would remain in London for the time being. He had spent a lot of time outside, taking frequent trips into the Forbidden Forest. Viktor had wanted to learn the lay of the land as much as possible, in case he would ever need to move quickly. He thought of Headmistress Gunvald and her reaction at the dance. It had been reasonable, almost expected. It was the reason he had yet to reveal his identity to his students just yet. Viktor wondered if any of them might figure it out come next full moon. Perhaps not, if he didn't claw himself up too much. He was curious about Professor Ghica, would he be open to him? Viktor had known of vampires, but rarely spoke to them directly. Their kind didn't exactly have peaceful histories. The smell alone usually drove their kinds away from each other.
In the breeze, he could smell the familiar metallic smell along with a fishy, feline must. A Kneazle. That was easy enough for him to spot. He thought back to one he had loved dearly, an overgrown Kneazle named Keĭt. But that had been years ago. Viktor spotted them then, "Dragomir," He greeted, extending a hand as he approached. It wasn't going to be the most pleasurable feeling, but Viktor held no malcontent toward Vampires. It was merely within his nature to be repelled by them to a certain extent. "Please call me Viktor. How have you been liking Hogwarts thus far? I caught word you are fairly new yourself. Perhaps you can give me the inside scoop." He chuckled heartily.
He cast an eye toward the shadow, "And what's their name?" He laughed, the smell of cat flooding his senses now.
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Post by Professor Dragomir Ghica on Apr 17, 2023 5:36:07 GMT -8
Dragomir turned as Viktor approached, reaching out and grasping his hand firmly in greeting. “Good evening. Dragomir or Drake if you prefer.” He releases the hand shake almost as soon as they touch. Most did not enjoy the temperature of his skin, so he had practiced over the years to hold the shake just long enough to not insult anyone. “New to Hogwarts, however not new to teaching.” He offered. He eyed him for a moment, catching the accent. “I am rather enjoying my time here so far. Bit of a stretch from the strict order of Durmstrang. And the staff is personable, friendly even. Not used to that at all. Makes keeping to ones self a bit harder.” At least it had for him. Something he found himself unusually grateful for. “As far as the inside scoop..” He hesitated, wondering if he should say anything at all. Then realizing he had to. He’d noticed them on a couple of occasions. He knew where they were from, but why exactly they were close enough for him to notice. He hadn’t even told Isadora yet. But figured he would need to. It was a delicate balance, a promise of secrecy, but the need for informed decisions to be made. “If you notice a pair of hell hounds on the outer edges of the forest. I beg you to please let them be. They…. Belong… so to speak, to one of the students. So far they have done nothing but prowl. Obviously if they are threatening the forest creatures I would expect intervention.” Belong was an interesting point of view. They didn’t really belong to him, and yet they were summoned by him. He suspected when they prowled he was feeling particularly uneasy about his lot in the potentially life or death chess match he unwittingly found himself in. “I suppose that was not the inside scoop type of information you were looking for. As far as the students go. Ms. Oden seems to attract the boy’s attention more than she desires. A certain Mr. O’Shea has become a nuisance in that regard. She is quite attached to Mr. Vaisey. Something that is being monitored beyond what they are aware of. Mr. Vaisey is new to the school, transfer from Ilvermorny this year, so he is a bit of a wild card as far as what to expect. He and Ms. Oden are beyond their years in a lot of ways. There are a lot of talented students that I have seen.” He sighed, wondering when being a professor became so emotionally taxing. He supposed the minute one actually took an interest in the students you taught. “That would be Mal, he gets a bit restless in the castle, so we tend to wander in the evening to give him a chance to stretch and chase bowtruckles or dodge the branches of the whomping willow. It keeps him from chasing the house elves.” He chuckled lightly. He was only five. He had not decided on teaching again when he acquired Mal, and since Mal bonded with him, he was not about to give him up.
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