silvanus.

Weep for yourself, my man, you'll never be what is in your h e a r t. weep little lion man, you're not as brave as you were at the start. r a t e yourself and rake yourself, take all the courage you have left. wasted on fixing all the problems that you made in your own head. But it was not your fault but m i n e and it was your heart on the line. I really f u c k e d it up this time. didn't i my dear?

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trnsfiguration:

         silvanus kettleburn sometimes reminded her more of a student of hers than a colleague. after all, his playful nature was one she could not recognise in herself or most other people teaching in the castle, but she did see it in most of the people in her house. “i should hope not; but who knows … even my patience isn’t immune when it come to peeves.” she nearly laughed at her own words: minerva was known for having little patience, after all, and it ran out more often than not. “a secret tea den? you do have a wild imagination, silvanus. what makes you think i’d share it with you if i had one?” then, a shrug. “i don’t mind.”

     silvanus’s view of peeves was a little skewed considering that the poltergeist usually never bothered him ( or at least not nearly as much harassment as mcgonagall seemed to experience ). sure, an ink pot dropped here and there and the occasional sporadic attack on his prosthetic was enough to sometimes successfully hit that sensitive spot so well hidden within him. other from that he felt that he and peeves had something in common. the poltergeist respected silvanus to some extent, mainly because he too could be chaotic at times ( although never on purpose, that was their difference ). “no wayyyy,” silvanus breathed with a grin tugging at his lips. “you’re like THE most patient person i know!” it was nice, these rare moments where he caught minerva in a tolerant mood and they could have a genuinely pleasant conversation without the usual level of eye rolls. silvanus couldn’t help it, being so hyper and impulsive a lot of the time, so these moments meant a lot to him. “i do and that’s why people say i define the rave in ravenclaw.” not entirely accurate, but certainly plausible. “keeping me on my toes, nice. now i’ll be spending the next week or so looking for it. for now, we can go to the kitchens. i like the house-elves because they laugh at my jokes aka they have a great sense of humour.”

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franklbtm:

   “I have no idea what you are talking about, Professor…“ Frank smiled through tight lips, though his fingers slipped and dropped the enormous apple, which was missing a bite already on the ground. “Okay, I can explain.“

     “longbottom, don’t make me use my stern voice because that -- is an apple!” he pointed excitedly at the piece of fruit rolling onto the ground. “no need to apologise, frank i’m just happy i got it back.” and with that, he reached down and grabbed the apple off the floor. “sally will be so pleased.”

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islagoldstein:

“Oh a mooncalf. That makes a lot more sense, huh?” Isla hummed, “You know when it wouldn’t be inappropriate? On a real date. With a human.”

     “i don’t date.” silvanus pulled a face at the frankly horrifying idea. “people distract me from my work and sometimes they can let you down. i never get let down by sally -- ever. therefore your point is invalid.”

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elenawoodrxw:

“But Professor her hair helps make her so iconic! I mean think about it! How much would you really care about her without the Danish pastries?” She teased before bursting into laughter. “I’m kidding Sir, she’d still mean the world to me.”

     “eeeeexactly,” silvanus grinned, with a playful click of his fingers. “maybe if carrie fisher asks the costume department, they can do mini-danish pastries so that when she is crowned queen of the universe, the space crown can fit over her head. actually, scratch that. she’s a warrior, she can’t fight in that! way too heavy therefore impractical. how about a space helmet? like luke's pilot one but BETTER.”

[brittany-murphy]

Just be yourself.

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pcmfrey:

                    “hmm, is it the mooncalf or the hippogriff                      this time, silvanus?” 

      silvanus opened his mouth to correct her but fell short, his lips shutting quickly, an almost impressed look creeping along his features. “. . . mooncalf. you’ve been paying attention.” he smiled gently, a brief flicker of the more tender side to him ( buried underneath the bright colours ). “ten points to team pomfrey. that’s a team i made for you and alex so you wouldn’t feel so left out of the house point system. i’m petitioning to make ones for the professors too. i think i heard minerva say something about it possibly being good way to discipline a ‘certain professor’. meaning slughorn of course. he eats waaaaay too much crystallized pineapple to be legal. and for once i’m with minerva: he needs to be restrained. what if his belly gets so big that he just explodes while teaching? what if he wakes up one day, walks into the staffroom and he is a crystalized pineapple?”

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elenawoodrxw:

“Oh that’s not very fair,” Elena said, though she laughed despite herself. “I mean, I don’t blame her for being please not that I drink of course, but Han Solo though. Han Solo.”

     “han solo is the best but i think we can agree that princess leia is wayyyyyy better and deserves to be queen of the universe. although she really needs to get a new hairstyle i don’t know how a crown is ever going to fit over those danish pastries stuck to the side of her head.”

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slinkhvrd:

“hm, i prefer beer, and that’s made from grains, which i don’t much enjoy unless in that form, so that is a bad argument.” a pause. “also, i don’t speak french.”

     “beer, yucky.” silvanus wrinkled his nose. he had never liked most alcohol. it was something about the taste and the smell and the affects of drinking it that repelled him. he had developed the taste for wine however, thanks to the endless jewish holidays that required a sip ( or three ) out of a strangely posh looking glass. other from that it would be safe to say that he actively avoids drinking when possible. “that was french? cool.”

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alectovcarrow:

“A bowl of fruit for a date? I think someone did you a favor.”

     “they weren’t for you miss carrow, so don’t complain,” silvanus called from underneath the desk he had suddenly squatted under. “i swear it was here. . .”

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franklbtm:

   Frank turned abruptly, chewing on a bit of and apple, hiding the very same fruit behind his back. Swallowing the chunk, he raised his brows, and tried his best to be original. “That’s disastrous! I wonder who could have done it.“

     “fraaaaaaaaank!” silvanus whined loudly, causing passerby's to turn and see where the odd noise was coming from. then he gasped, pointing at the hand concealed behind his back. “please say it was just a pear? a grape? wait, who eats a grape that slowly? it’s not a grape.”

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islagoldstein:

“Oooohhh, Professor Kettleburn has got a hot date! Is she Jewish? Or are you going out with a gentile?”

     “mooncalf,” silvanus corrected, “and the date is never hot, that’ll be wildly inappropriate.”

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eilidh--fawley:

“That was a gift for a date?” Eilidh replied, trying not to smile. “Oops…” She shrugged. “Sorry, Mate. How about I help you find or make another fruit bowl?” Eilidh offered with a smile. “And by the way… why are you giving a fruit bowl as a gift anyway?”

     “it was indeed, and thanks for the offer but i think i’m perfectly capable of making a bowl of fruit by myself -- i’m an adult,” he emphasised. “because she likes fruit for some odd reason . . . i’ve never understood pineapple, what is it with that stuff?”

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royalshacklebolt:

“I didn’ take your fruit bowl, but whatever date you got that wants a bowl of fruit is…” He paused, initially ready to tease him before laughing. “A very healthy person who I’m sure has great dietary choices?”

     “correction!” silvanus suddenly exclaimed after leaving next to no gap between the end of kingsley’s sentence and the start of his own. “she’s not a person, she’s mooncalf called sally and i’ve never let her down, not even once.”

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rj-moony:

“I mean there’s no reason you couldn’t wear one on a date. You’ve got the right hair to wear one all the time and everything,” he ran a hand through his curls with a laugh, “I’ve got to use pins if I want to be able to move around with a kippah on.” He gasped dramatically at that statement, “Professor Kettleburn, I am insulted. I am a wonderful student, but if it’s slipped your mind I tend to be a bit preoccupied around the full moon. You can’t forget about my unique relationship with the moon, and expect me to remember your special mooncalf friend.”

     “flattery won’t get you anywhere. unless you’re stacked with cash and you’re talking to a niffler, which neither of those factors are in play here.” he said, trailing off into his usual hyperactive rambling. “i used to have curls and i thought they were great. although i distinctly remember a lot of people wanting to ruffle them for some reason.” at the reference to his lycanthropy, silvanus looked uncomfortable. he wasn’t great at the whole ‘memory thing’, even when concerning a certain student and their affinity to the moon. “i’m sorry,” he confessed softly, genuinely apologetic. “you know what? i’ll take some pictures for you.”

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slinkhvrd:

      “hmm, that’s fair. if it was strawberries, though, it would definitely be appropriate, as they’re the best fruit in the world.”

      “au contraire mon ami, for grapes are the best fruit and i’m sure everyone would agree. it’s in wine.”

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trnsfiguration:

        here’s the thing: minerva mcgonagall would never speak badly about her colleagues, as she held a lot of respect for all of them, but there were some that managed to get on her nerves quite easily. silvanus kettleburn was one of them. still, at the idea of her battling peeves, she could not resist a smile. “that would be a historic battle, indeed. it might even become more famous than albus’ and grindelwald’s duel,” she said. “and i would win, so no need to fear me dying.” a pause, before she nodded. “i never say no to a good cup of tea.”

     silvanus wasn’t usually one to quake at the sight of danger, but it was hard not to feel intimidated before the great MINERVA MCGONAGALL. admittedly by this point he had received enough exasperated looks to last a lifetime and minerva wasn’t any different ( other than the fact that she could be truly terrifying when she wanted to be ). “eeeexactly,” silvanus grinned, “you’re one of a kind, ms mcgonagall, and no poltergeist is ever gonna change that.” he was surprised when she agreed to joining him, the other professor never being one of his usual partners ( it was hard to believe but they were quite different ). “oh! erm -- great! lets-a-go! oh, before we depart is there any specific place you’d like to go? like is there a secret tea den i don’t know about?”