prince of dunbroch

[ophelia-carter]

nothing on our minds || open

[hamishofdunbroch]

ophelia-carter:

Ophelia giggled, lips pressing together to stop how big her smile was getting. She’d always had an insecurity over her smile. “Thanks. I’d appreciate that.” She nodded along, before opening her mouth in faux surprise. “Of course! I can’t believe I forgot about the huge Scottish Highlanders settlement in Japan.” She tutted and bopped her hand to her head in a ‘duh’ motion. 

Here Hamish just laughed, beyond glad to find a teacher that shared his sense of humor. It’d been rough trying to fit in and actually befriend people in the new city; it probably helped that they weren’t stuck in the stuffy teachers lounge trying to hold a conversation. “They’re often overlooked, don’t worry about it,” he chuckled, waving it away. “So, where to you recommend for drinks? Any favorite spots in town, yet?”

[ophelia-carter]

nothing on our minds || open

[hamishofdunbroch]

ophelia-carter:

Ophelia looked sideways at him with a slight smile, looking and feeling quite touched by his comments, but she let him finish and laughed along with him. “I don’t think that’s the case, or perhaps that’s just me wanting praise to come from someone who knows what they’re doing.” She joked back, eyes going back to where she was walking, mocking him with attempted seriousness. “Oh! Excuse me for being so far off, Japan, wow. Your accent is very odd.”

Hamish chuckled, looking down for a moment as they walked, hands in his pocket playing with the keys to his apartment. “Oh, completely understandable. If I find someone who knows what they’re doing, I’ll send them to you directly to assess you,” he offered, kicking a rock off the path. “Yeah, it’s a common mistake. I was taught all of my lessons by Scottish Highlanders, so I’m afraid the accent caught on.” 

[ophelia-carter]

nothing on our minds || open

[hamishofdunbroch]

ophelia-carter:

Ophelia tucked her hands in the pockets of her jacket, the weather was warming but it didn’t feel quite Summer yet. “Hampstead? In London. Sort of known for it’s academics, I partially feel I’m not exceeding expectations.” She laughed, shrugging her shoulders. “I’d ask where you’re from but it seems fairly obvious, Mr DunBroch.”

“Oh, nice!” Hamish nodded, having visited the year just previous. “Oh, I’m sure you’re doing great. I think that you’re doing great! Then again, teaching is a lot harder than I thought it would be, so I may be doing shit, and everyone else just looks like they’re doing wonderfully. So maybe my word means nothing,” Hamish laughed, feeling for the first time in a while like he could be himself. “What do you mean? I’m from Japan,” he commented teasingly, before laughing again.

[benjiholmes]

a box of wine || Benji and Hamish

[hamishofdunbroch]

benjiholmes:

“It’s a good pub.” Benji told Hamish as they walked side by side on the busy sidewalk. It was the first cool Saturday night in weeks and it seemed that most of the city had decided to enjoy it. “Beer is good, it’s not a club, and there are never any students there. Or at least i’ve never seen one there and i’ve been there plenty.” he laughed, shoving his hands into his pockets.

Hamish nodded, as Benji assured him that it was a good pub, and then chuckled as he continued. DunBroch walked along, hands in his pockets, meandering along casually; he’d felt so much less stressed after getting his curriculum done for the week, and was able to easily accept Benji’s offer of going out with it finished. “Good; I was in a club the other week and saw my daughter; that was awkward,” he chuckled good naturedly.

[ophelia-carter]

nothing on our minds || open

[hamishofdunbroch]

ophelia-carter:

Ophelia giggled, wondering whether his kids had driven him round the bend, but it felt too rude to ask, especially when they weren’t that close. “I thought so, plus I don’t want to force designated driver status onto you.” Ophelia giggled along, crossing her arms as she started to head towards the gate to the main road. “That is something I appreciate, public transport was dreadful back home.”

“Thanks,” Hamish chuckled, following suit and heading toward town. “Oh yeah? Where’s home?” He asked; he knew she was from England from her lilt, but wasn’t sure where from. 

[ophelia-carter]

nothing on our minds || open

[hamishofdunbroch]

ophelia-carter:

The redhead tipped her head with a small smile at the use of her formal name, “Mr Dunbroch,” she replied in amusement, smile growing wider. She expected it from students, less so from her colleagues. Perhaps it was because she was still fairly new, and boundaries hadn’t been established yet. “Hell of a week,” She replied with a widen of her eyes. “I love these kids, but a week in their dorms was a nightmare.” She continued a nod, feigning a harrowed look though it wasn’t exactly a lie. It had been difficult and she felt worn thin. “Would you like to drive, or would walking be a better idea?” Personally she didn’t feel comfortable driving after even a sip of wine, so it felt like a walking home kind of night, and she didn’t think she’d mind that, the fresh air was entirely welcome. 

Hamish nodded, rolling his eyes. “I was getting a bit stir crazy stuck in my apartment,” he commented, rubbing the back of his neck. “If we’re drinking, we should probably walk; that’s the great thing about the city,” he jabbed a thumb over his shoulder in the direction of Bounds City. “Everything’s within walking distance,” he chuckled, still feeling a little foolish for having had his car transported from Scotland to America; he should’ve left it for Hubert, who was constantly eyeing that particular model before Hamish had bought it. 

[ophelia-carter]

nothing on our minds || open

[hamishofdunbroch]

ophelia-carter:

The sudden clearance of the snowstorm was quite possibly the biggest feeling of relief Ophelia had ever experienced. As much as she liked her students, being stuck in their dorm block was going to drive her round the bend. She needed some maturity, or at least, less pettiness, more common interests and a less shouty voice. Fingers pressed to her mouth, Ophelia inhaled the fresh air of freedom drinking it in as if she’d been trapped in a mine for a month. “So I’m in desperate need of a glass of wine. How does happy hour sound to you?” She offered, though if they were unwilling she was more than happy to go alone.

As soon as he got the go ahead, Hamish had headed into school to get things set up for the next days classes. After a long afternoon of organizing assignments and setting up a power point for a lesson on William Pepys diary regarding the Great Fire of London, he decided to take the long route back to his parked car. He passed Lucy’s dorm, glancing at the illuminated window as he did so; he could see his redhead sitting on her bed chatting rather fervently about something to who he could only assume was Reagan in the opposite side of the room. At the professor’s words, he startled slightly, even though he wasn’t really doing anything wrong. “Ah, Miss Carter; happy hour sounds great! Haven’t had a drink in a week; hell of a storm.” He grinned, shaking his head, hoping he’d made an alright recovery. 

[hamishofdunbroch]

give me my yesterdays || open

[hamishofdunbroch]

reaganontop:

Reagan’s lips pressed together in a pout, irritated that he was still not paying her any attention. She didn’t understand why not, other men leapt at the chance to spend time with her, but no matter how much she flirted with Hamish he refused to give her the time of day. Maybe he liked the innocent types and she wasn’t filling that fantasy. “Evening,” She returned, stepping out to stand between him and the table. “I am, you can come and visit if you like. I could show it to you tonight, so you can check it’s up to par.”

Hamish refrained from rolling his eyes, and looked down at her. He almost immediately declined her offer, but the idea of seeing where his daughter was staying intrigued him. If only he could accept the offer sans Reagan’s suggestive manner. “I’d like to see where Lucy is staying, but tonight I’m afraid I’ll have to decline. I’ve agreed to stay after the festivities end to help with cleanup. Perhaps another time, Dingwall.” Saying her last name made things a little easier; it would be a lie to say that Reagan was completely unattractive, but saying her surname reminded Hamish of her father, and it made the idea of giving in to the flesh laughable to him. 

[hamishofdunbroch]

give me my yesterdays || open

[hamishofdunbroch]

reaganontop:

Reagan was super excited about this party, it was perfectly timed for her and Lucy’s arrival, like a perfect way for them to announce their arrival. It was irritating though, that a skinny girl in a sparkly black dress walked in just before she did and very few people looked at her in her own skimpy red dress. She was in a foul mood, so when she spotted Lucy’s dad chaperoning, it became very important that she get his attention. She strutted over to him and stood next to him, extra close. “Hey handsome,” Reagan purred, nudging his arm slightly. “That’s a nice suit, thanks for dressing up for me.”

The hair on the back of Hamish’s neck stood on end, and his eyes rolled upwards, before he turned slightly to see Reagan, and then turned back to watch the refreshment table. “Evening, Reagan,” he replied, ignoring her blatant flirtations. “I’ve heard you’re sharing a room with Lucy this term?” He asked, more as for dull conversation and a change of subject than for wanting to talk with her.

[hamishofdunbroch]

give me my yesterdays || open

Hamish readily agreed to chaperone at the winter formal with one thing in mind; his daughter. Lucy was always a bit of a wild one back home, and he had been a little distant as of late getting settled into a new job, and she wouldn’t agree to stay with him at his apartment in town. He stood by the refreshment table, volunteering to keep an eye out for any suspicious activities by the punch bowl. He sipped on some water, eyes flitting to and fro around the room looking for Lucy. He almost spewed water from his mouth when he saw the skimpy outfit she’d deigned to wear, but contained himself; Hubert had told him that if he wanted to get closer to his youngest daughter he had to be willing to let her do her own thing. Hamish swallowed and cleared his throat, eyes going back to a couple of kids holding punch glasses, unaware of the person coming up beside him.

[claireeporter]

the only high || Claire and Hamish

[hamishofdunbroch]

claireeporter:

Claire looked up at the other teacher before offering a smile. “Of course.” In her short time at the school, she had not had the opportunity to meet many of the other teachers outside of the general anthropology department. While professors with the same interests were nice, she always wanted to meet other people too. Although gorillas were to her the most fascinating creatures on the planet, humans were pretty interesting too. “I’m Claire.” 

He nodded a thanks and pulled a seat out across from her, slouching his bag off of his shoulder and onto the ground beside him. “I’m Hamish,” he reached out and offered a handshake before taking his seat. “How’s things?” He asked conversationally, shaking a packet of sugar to get all of the granules down to one end, and tore it open, pouring it into his coffee cup. 

[claireeporter]

the only high || Claire and Hamish

[hamishofdunbroch]

claireeporter:

Early on that Monday morning, Claire sat in the corner of one of the lounges dedicated to faculty in order to get her lesson plans down for the week. This semester she had agreed to teach classes for high school students, undergraduates, and a few dedicated graduate students. While she enjoyed teaching all three levels, they required different lessons. This week however, she had decided to focus on Jane Goodall for all of her classes. The woman was very much like her own mother Jane, and they were without question very good friends. There was no better way to introduce the section on chimpanzees than by starting with Dr. Goodall. 

Hamish wandered into one of the faculty rooms with his laptop bag slung over his shoulder. He glanced around, his nerves a little shaken. Even after all of these years, he felt a little naked without his brothers at his side when he was in a new place. Spotting a coffee machine, Hamish made his way over to pour a mug, before turning to face the other teacher in the corner. “Morning,” he held his cup up in greeting and took a sip, before walking over to her. “Mind if I join you?”

[kvetysedmikrasky]

moodboard series • teacher