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Calista Walker | Slytherin Beater| Better than You "I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman." -Anais Nin

[professor-carmichael-blog]

-furrows brows- Uh, no. No, I don’t think so. -smiles slightly and dare i say FONDLY- Yes and you did a right good job. So, um, thank you for that, since you didn’t actually have to do any of that in the first place. -blinks confusedly bc abrupt subject change- Er— tea? Well, uh, sure. Yeah, tea sounds good. But— here. Let me get it for you, yeah? Come along, I’ve a kettle in my office and curfew isn’t for another couple hours or so. Think I’ve some biscuits, s’well. It’ll be a proper— um, birthday celebration. -sort of nods head in direction of office-

[lady-walker-blog]

-grins at the compliment- I spend a fair amount of time in that room as well. I'd prefer my allergies not go completely bonkers whenever I spend any extended period of time there because of the years of dust you've allowed to accumulate in every nook and cranny. -almost starts to protest but changes her mind- It is my birthday and I deserve to indulge a bit. Yes, you can serve me tea. Just don't throw it in my face, okay? -starts walking towards his office-

[professor-carmichael-blog]

-rubs back of neck- Yeah— yeah, I’d say we are. -does one of those coughing laughs- Hex me? I— no. No, no. She just— poured her glass of wine on me, s’all. Nothing too detrimental, I’m happy to report. But I’m assuming you might’ve found some entertainment in watching, as well. -nods and sticks hands into pockets- Good, thank you. Just need some acrylic paints and a few of those large canvases and— -eyes widen then tries 2 look stern- Calista, I would advise that you don’t do that. I’m the one that incited the argument that lead to the end of our relationship. If anything, it should be my classroom that deserves the redecorating— not that I wish you to do that. At all.

[lady-walker-blog]

-cringes- Sounds like your pretty standard dumping. Hopefully you weren't too hard on the old girl. -snorts- D'you know how many hours I spent over the holidays cleaning and arranging that room? I mopped, Carmichael. Mopped. Have you ever mopped anything before? It's a right pain in the arse, so no, I will not be doing that sort of redecorating our-- -blinks- D'you want some tea?

[professor-carmichael-blog]

-still frowning- I— well, I can’t remember the last time my mum sent me a birthday card or just, you know, an owl or anything to say hello. I’ve sort of learned that… sometimes it’s best to be more independent from waiting for things that may not happen; sort of— -shrugs- Things may not be as planned, but they’re what you got and if your mum… if she isn’t sending her only daughter a birthday card, then maybe she isn’t— -cuts off and shakes head- Never mind. It’s not my place. -blinks- Oh, uh. Not necessarily at the present, but sometime this weekend I have to run down to Hogsmeade to pick up some supplies and I’m not entirely keen on going down the village just yet. Reckon you’d like taking the trip for me?

[lady-walker-blog]

-genuinely smiles and fists the handkerchief in her pocket- What a couple of sad sods we are, hm? Not even our own mums like us. S'alright, I suppose. Artists are rarely supposed to be understood, if I've heard correctly. -shrugs- You can say whatever you want about her, it's alright. I think she's officially lost my sympathy and defense when it comes to people saying horrible thing about her. -eyes him for a moment- You and that straw-haired bint really are over, aren't you? You're to the point of avoiding her... Wait, did she try to hex you? I'd love to watch that battle, to tell the truth. -nods- 'Course I'll go for you. Just tell me what you need. I'll also make a pitstop at that stupid parchment store or whatever she runs and do a bit of redecorating on your part.

[lady-walker-blog]

[lady-walker-blog]

-nods and tenses when he pats her- The day is almost over and you’re the first to wish me a happy birthday, so I doubt it’s going anywhere, actually. -shakes her head- I don’t want your handkerchief as some sort of pity gift, but thanks.

[professor-carmichael-blog]

-frowns- Oh, uh… I’m sorry. If it’s...

[lady-walker-blog]

-almost smiles bc she is genuinely touched but still feels funny around him- Honestly, this was the worst birthday I've ever had. I'd hoped to receive a letter from my mum, especially after last week and- -realizes she's rambling and stops- S'just another day, yeah? -clears her throat- Anything you need me to do for art club?

[lady-walker-blog]

[lady-walker-blog]

-shakes her head- Technically, before it was smashed in my face, it was a birthday gift. I don’t want to ruin that with a pointless detention. -pauses and sort of stares at her shoes before balling the handkerchief up and shoving it in her pocket- I’ll have this cleaned and...

[lady-walker-blog]

-nods and tenses when he pats her- The day is almost over and you're the first to wish me a happy birthday, so I doubt it's going anywhere, actually. -shakes her head- I don't want your handkerchief as some sort of pity gift, but thanks.

[lady-walker-blog]

Bleeding hell.

[professor-carmichael-blog]

-frowns- Would it be safe to assume that you did not, in fact, stick your face into a pie, then? Is there someone who should be given a detention that I should seek out? -goes a little pink tbh bc ~embarrassed and half smiles, clearing his throat- Well, I— um, I won’t tell if you won’t.

[lady-walker-blog]

-shakes her head- Technically, before it was smashed in my face, it was a birthday gift. I don't want to ruin that with a pointless detention. -pauses and sort of stares at her shoes before balling the handkerchief up and shoving it in her pocket- I'll have this cleaned and returned. Thanks... -clears her throat and shifts her weight from hip to hip-

[lady-walker-blog]

Bleeding hell.

[professor-carmichael-blog]

For Merlin’s sake— -pulls out handkerchief bc he is like an old man tbh- Take this, Miss Walker. Is there any particular reason as to why you’ve pie covering your face?

[lady-walker-blog]

-sort of jumps bc it's hard to see w/ pie in your eyes- Oh-- Uh-- No-- I don't need-- -exhales and takes the handerchief and wipes her face again- Because there is a god somewhere who's decided my life is a sad comedy, that's why. -squints- I'm wiping my face with miniature chipmunks, aren't I?

[missaliceprewett]

lady-walker replied to your post:  

it’s cal’s bday so you sortof have to talk 2 me

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

TELL ME HOW AND I SHALL

[lady-walker-blog]

http://new.livestream.com/accounts/398160/events/1594566/player_pop_up

this is my night

enjoy

[missaliceprewett]

omfg

[lady-walker-blog]

i've had it open for four hours

be warned, the mama cat randomly sits right in front of the camera like a bit from time to time

[missaliceprewett]

lady-walker replied to your post:  

it’s cal’s bday so you sortof have to talk 2 me

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

TELL ME HOW AND I SHALL

[lady-walker-blog]

http://new.livestream.com/accounts/398160/events/1594566/player_pop_up

this is my night

enjoy

[lady-walker-blog]

Bleeding hell.

Lemon stings.

[lady-walker-blog]

I'm feeling much better.

[marlymack]

-quietly furious for a long moment then pie-to-face bc golden opportunity tbh-

[lady-walker-blog]

-gasps and sits there stunned for a few moments- You bleeding-- -grabs a napkin and wipes her eyes and face as much as she can before standing- Thank you, McKinnon. If I'm to get only one gift today, I'm so happy it came from you. -wipes her eyes again and heads for the door-

[lady-walker-blog]

I'm feeling much better.

[marlymack]

-rolls her eyes- Brilliant. Go on starving yourself, then. I bet that’ll make you happy. -clenches her jaw- ‘N I thought you were meant to be confident or something like that. World’s full of surprises. 

[lady-walker-blog]

One day I'll be old, living with loads of cats, and despite that I'll still be able to look in the mirror and like what I see because I learned to stop eating when I'm not hungry. You, on the other hand, are going to get your face blown off in Auror training and won't even be able to look in a mirror. I'm confident of that.

[lady-walker-blog]

I'm feeling much better.

[marlymack]

M’not saying she wasn’t disappointed. Mums always are, ‘n yours is— -waves the thought off- Fine. Good. If she’s really that big a twat, you’ve done nothing more’n cast off dead weight. -sits up in her seat and leans across the table- I reckon that’s your duty, seeing as you, too, are a human being— one whose birthday it is, I might add— ‘n I paid for the pie. S’a gift. ’Can’t leave it there to go sour. It’d be rude.

[lady-walker-blog]

-crosses her arms- You're right, it is my birthday, and as such I'm done eating. -sips her tea- Why is it that you're always free to follow me around and comment on every decision I make? I thought you were supposed to be popular or something like that.

[lady-walker-blog]

I'm feeling much better.

[marlymack]

-snorts- If you’re a priss, maybe. -fidgets with her tea cup- M’sure s’not true, Calista. She’s your mum, however big a twat she is. -looks up- I’d apologize, only you’d believe me about as much as I’d mean it. -furrows her brows- I know how much that prick talks, Walker. If you’ve only been eating every other one of his bites, you need it more’n I do. -pushes the pie back- You’re not fifth year, you’re a witch grown. Now eat your sodding pie.

[lady-walker-blog]

Believe me, she was not upset to hear that she'd not be grandmother to a bastard. I may not be as outspoken about it as others, but I do come from a very traditional family. -narrows her eyes- If you don't eat it, I'm throwing it out. It's your duty as a human being to eat the damn pie and not let it go to waste. I'll even get the kid to bring you a glass of cold milk to wash it down with.

[m-a-r-g-e-r-a]

[lady-walker-blog]

I'm feeling much better.

[marlymack]

S’not bloody funny. You can’t go telling a bird her lifeline’s a cause of death. -frowns- Death’s rubbish. Maybe the crazy bi— your mum felt the same way when you went through what you did. Terrified or sommat. -eyes the pie- The way you were just going at it? ‘Reckon I ought to let you two finish up, yeah? 

[lady-walker-blog]

You do realize it is a possibility to die from whiskey, yeah? Alcohol poisoning or whatever? -shifts in her seat- The only thing she felt was shame, so no tears. It was a very dry affair, thankfully. -pushes the pie towards her some more- No, I've eaten half of it so I'm done. When I was with Dory, I'd only eat at his every other bite, and that helped me drop enough to fit into my Fifth Year robes. It's the most affective method of portion control I've ever tried. I'm not giving you free pie, you're actually doing me a favor.

[lady-walker-blog]

I'm feeling much better.

[marlymack]

Right comedienne, you are.

[lady-walker-blog]

You have to admit that was a good one. I really had you going. I can practically hear the speech you'd have given about how that should've been an example for sobriety or sommat. But alas, twas an aneurysm that took the ol' gal. It's the only time I've ever seen my mother cry, and it was terrifying. It was the stuff of nightmares, let me tell you. -pauses and looks down at her plate- Eat the rest. -pushes the pie towards her-