it's that time - missy/sar

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Balthasar Donovan made his way through the dungeon corridors as he made his way to the Potions classroom. He needed to see the Potions Mistress briefly about the full moon that was to be coming in the following week. He was supposed to be brewing his potion, and with the supervision and assistance of the Potions Mistress and he was a little short on some of the ingredients he needed. He meant to get down to the apothecary in Diagon Alley before now, but he’d been weighted down with grading essays and tests from the last couple of weeks. He knew that, while he was a professor at Hogwarts, the Potion was his number one priority. He had promised that he wouldn’t have any mistakes and, in the three years he’s been teaching at Hogwarts so far, he hasn’t had one. He wanted to keep it that way.

As he had rounded the corners not too far from his destination, he came across two students standing a bit closer than they should have been. He stopped in his tracks when he came upon them, and, as if they thought they would get in trouble, sprang apart to make it seem like they weren’t doing anything wrong. “I trust you both have somewhere else that you need to be,” he said, his tone cold as it usually was. The boy squeaked that they did and Sar merely stood there and stared down at the m both. “Then I suggest you both get on your way to where you need to be,” he said, his tone still icy and unyielding. The girl whimpered softly and then started to leave the scene, the boy closely following her. Sar rolled his eyes at their retreating forms and then continued on his way towards the Potions classroom.

Once he arrived at the room, he saw that the door wasn’t closed and he peered in to see if Missy was there. He didn’t see her and assumed that she was in her office, so entered the room and began to make his way towards the door that led to her office. He only hoped she wasn’t otherwise engaged because he didn’t want to bother her, nor did he care to ask her about the ingredients he needed while she was with someone else. Only his colleagues knew of his lycanthropy, and he hoped to keep it that way for as long as he could. Before he actually reached the door, Sar inhaled deeply and picked up the scent of only one person in the room, which told him that the Potions Mistress wasn’t with anyone else. he was glad, but that still didn’t mean if she was busy or not.

He stopped at her door and knocked on it. He stood there and waited for her to either call for him to enter or to open the door herself. As he stood there, he thought about when he first met Missy. They had been both Slytherins, though he was a couple of years ahead of her in school. It was hard for him not to know her, but only because she was part veela and she had this power over men, whether she wanted it or not, and he was one of the men who succumbed to it. Naturally, he had his heart taken by that time, so he never acted upon the thoughts that crossed his mind. Even now, he wasn’t sure he’d allow such thoughts to cloud his judgment. She was a colleague of his, and he knew that the wolf within him would only make it all worse.

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Missy walked around her classroom fiercely during her last lesson of the day. The pop quiz she had given the sixth years was in play and she was not one to deal with cheaters. No invisible ink or spells to give away answers. The consequences would be devastating. Missy was great with detention chores. Her class room could always used some cleaning or reorganizing. The little brats deserved it if they were trying to be sneaky or break rules. Missy could remember her years back in school. The French girl turned a lot of heads back in her day and had her fair share of getting snappy with her professors. Missy would not tolerate someone like a young her in her class. Then again she could just pass them and hope not to see them the follow year. A smirk crept to her lips as she looked to the clock.

"Time." She said collected all the parchment. As the students flooded out of her class room she felt a sense of accomplishment. Missy often would feel great about the school days ending, productive as possible with lots of knowledge obtained. She didn't despise her job one bit. Most of the students knew better then to give her lip and she enjoyed the friendships she had created with the other staff members. Hogwarts was always a second home, but that didn't kill the lonesome nights she spent holding her pillow. Missy walked over to her office opening the door. She kicked off her high heels and walked over to her desk sitting down. Many mornings she wondered how life would have been in she stayed with her past lover. All the mornings of waking up and clutching at the cold sheets, where someone should have laid loyally by her side but nothing. Missy was lonely in the love department that was for certain but she had a type. Never settling for less then what made her happy.

Missy unrolled one of the parchments and started to grade her quizzes. Being a professor had little down time but she always tried to make it fun for herself. Even if the students would question why there were little skulls and squiggles doodled on their assignments. Something needed to entertain the veela. Many of her little wise cracking students attempted to flirt with her and she also found that amusing. Missy grew up in Paris therefore she wasn't one to fall for cheesy pick up lines and what not. Much more complex, even if her veela gene brought her loads of unwanted attention. At the feeling of presence she looked up from her grading to see the face of the transfiguration professor. A smile crept to her lips as she stood up walking over to him. "Evening Balthasar." She greeted looking him over. She was pretty sure she knew why he was here with the Luna cycle being so close to a full moon. "What can I own the pleasure of your visit too Monsieur?" She asked in her broken french accent. Missy knew the two would be conjuring Wolfsbane soon enough. "It's not every day I get a visit from such a handsome werewolf." She teased looking up at him. Compared to everyone she always felt tiny but this was no reason to underestimate the Potions queen. Missy crossed her arms over her chest and waiting a response from her colleague.

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She called for him to enter and he did just that. He hadn’t announced himself first, so she had no idea who exactly was at her office door, but she didn’t seem to care whoever it could be and so, with that, he obliged her request to ‘enter’ her office. When he walked in and closed the door behind him, she hadn’t looked up from her paperwork until he was standing right in front of her desk. “And to you as well, Miss Castranova,” he said to her with a formal bow of his head. Even though the pair knew each other more than just formally, he always felt the need to act as such with her whenever they initially came into contact with one another. He knew that she always corrected him and told her to call her Missy, which he did always, but he had to at least start off with giving her the respect he felt she deserved, even from someone who’s known her for so long as him.

He smiled at her broken French talk, and nodded at her as he then racked his brain for the words he wanted to use in the language she had resorted to in her greeting of him, the same tongue he knew was her native one. Before he could speak, however, she had then commented on how it wasn’t often that she received a visit from such a handsome werewolf. If it was possible to make him blush, she succeeded in it, though he always managed to hide it from her as best as he could. Knowing what she was – he could smell what she was – he knew that more than enough men paid her a compliment as her day progressed and the last thing he ever wanted to be was like any other man, especially when it came to her. “Juste votre présence est un plaisir,” he said to her almost flawlessly as he nodded his head to her once more. He was sure she would know what he meant when he spoke, so he didn’t offer any reiteration for her.

“I am sorry to impose, but I needed to discuss some things with you pertaining to my Potion,” he said to her as he sat himself down in the chair that was situated in front of her desk. She hadn’t asked him to be seated, but he was certain that she would initiate such a gesture if she had the chance so he did so before she had to waste her breath. “I’ve got just about everything I need for the potion. Shall I come by within the next night or two to get things underway?” he asked her with a half-smile. He hated knowing that she knew what he was, though he was certain they wouldn’t interact as much as they did these days otherwise. Such a shameful idea too, since he most enjoyed her company; he knew such thoughts and ideas were out of the question. “Has your day been well?” he asked her in his own vein attempt to change the subject. He hated discussing his ‘disease’ and thinking that she thought less of him because of what he couldn’t help that he’d become.

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Missy hadn't expected a guest tonight. It was often the time she used grade exams, and what not alone. Often she wondered if being a professor was right for her. She was a free spirited women whom, enjoyed being outdoors, and enjoying life. Not cooped up in the castle. For many years she thought after graduating from Hogwarts, she would never be trapped inside the walls of the castle again. This changed when she got a unexpected owl. Over the years she became cozy is her small office, as well as her sleeping chambers. Although she was lonely often, there were some bright sides to being a professor. The students were open to her, and she could understand them, not being far off in age. She enjoyed brewing potions, this excelled her career. The friends she made along her journey, were well worth her time spent at Hogwarts. Missy did love her job, it just tampered with her outside the castle life. The Veela would spend her week days here, and if she wasn't feeling up to it, she'd even spend some weekends. All in all she couldn't grasp affection in the castle. How was she suppose to move on and accomplish her dreams? She wanted nothing more then to have a family, although she hated children, marriage would be nice as well. Her commitment was to her lessons and her children were many students, trying to find direction in life.

Sar's rosy cheeks caused her to smile as her blue eyes squinted, as they always would when happiness was painted on her face. His French talk caused her to smile, then she quirked an eyebrow. "Oh aren't we a charmer tonight, Balthasar?" She mused with a wink. Missy couldn't help her flirtatious manners, even amongst her fellow staff. It had been so built in from her teenage years. Missy's inner veela, loved to have her subside into it's manipulative ways, and what better then to flirt with a man? of course she knew her limits, and had control over herself but if he was playing charming, she could play along and be mischievous. Missy listened as Sar apologize about interrupting her evening and she shook her head. "No, Impose on me all you want, it gets cold and lonely down in this dungeon." She explained rubbing his arm lightly. Missy's heart yearned for company, therefore he was not intruding in anyway. Sar, being one of the staff closer to her age, and one she felt comfortable around, despite the fact they were different species.

Wolfsbane potion, was what he was after. Missy spent many hours making potions for the students effected by Lycanthropy. In all honesty she was proud to be the one who made things go smoother for them. The potion dulled down the senses and tasted horrid, however it made the transformation a little less painful. In that she felt like she helped them. "Discuss all your concerns, Sar I am here to conjure til your heart's content." Missy explained moving a stray piece of hair from her pale face. As he spoke of having everything for the potion she smiled and nodded. "Of course, we can get started on it whenever you would like. As long as the Wolfsbane flower has proper time to lose it's potency." Missy explained looking around her office, she walked over to the small black metal door. Alohomora." she spoke entering her shop. She grabbed a jar walking back out placing it on her desk. "If not, i have you covered." She explained with a tender smile. The wolfsbane flower had been watered down for a good period. If the plant itself touched the flesh of a werewolf (even in human form) it would burn them. Miss Castronova wouldn't want to see the result if this flower was not watered down properly.

As Sar, changed the subject and asking her about her day she shrugged. "It's just been like any other day. I can't complain." She explained taking the jar of Wolfsbane off her desk and back to her shop. Missy locked up, and walked over to her glass cabinet and grabbed a bottle of fine wine and two glasses. "It is looking brighter now that you have joined me." She explained looking over her shoulder as she poured them each a glass of red wine. Alcohol may take the edge off of his condition effecting him. "Will you accompany me for a couple hours, I am dying to be normal, and your presence would make me very delighted." Missy explained turning around walking over to the velvet sofa in her office. She took a seat and held up the cup of wine to him, awaiting him to join her. Of course teachers were not suppose to drink on the job, yet she highly doubt students being out past curfew. The prefects would keep that under control. "Come, tell me do you feel lonely sometimes as well? How do you deal with this feeling, because it's making me depressed." She asked hoping he'd keep honest with her. She valued trust most of all.

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Balthasar chuckled softly when she told him he was a charmer, obviously understanding what he’d said to her in French. He never really thought he was that charming, though he’s always had a way with words, that might he knew. “Only for you, I assure you,” he said with a grin. He hadn’t meant that as a romantic gesture nor had he meant it as some sort of cheesy pick up line. Sar wasn’t a charmer, as she put it, for anyone and he rarely acted as such, no matter who the person was. But Missy was special, or at least she felt special to him, and not because of her veela charms. “But I’m sure you’re more than used to charmers of a different magnitude laying it on thick for you,” he said with a slight wink of his eye. Her being a veela brought about many characters volleying for her attention, he was sure of it, and she’d probably heard more lines than anyone could count. It was one of the reasons he didn’t generally use any on her, or anyone else for that matter. It wasn’t his style.

He apologized for intruding on her solitude and told her why he was there, and he couldn’t help but smile when she told him to intrude at his leisure. She told him that it got cold and lonely down in the dungeons and he nodded in agreement to that. “Well, you’re more than welcome to visit me upstairs anytime,” he told her. Was he actually flirting with her right now? Sar didn’t flirt, even in a casual way, so this was a bit unusual for him, though he was sure it had to do with her ‘charms’ that he was acting this way. Thankfully though, he wasn’t acting like a fool. He’d never be more embarrassed if he did. “I may take you up on that, Missy,” he said with a grin when she told him she’d conjure to his heart’s content. “And I believe it should be,” he told her in regards to the flower needed to make the potion he had to take every month, “but I’d certainly need some of yours if it isn’t,” he said after she had removed some of her own from a black metal box.

He asked her about her day, as if to give him some pother purpose for being remaining there, and he couldn’t help but nod with a frown when she told him that her day has been like every other. He knew that feeling all too well, and sometimes longed for a deviation from his daily routine, even if just once. He watched her out the Wolfsbane away and then move over to a cabinet where she removed a bottle of wine and two glasses. He smiled when she told him that her day was looking better now that he’s joined her, and he could feel his cheeks growing a bit warm as he watched her pour two glasses of wine. “Of course,” he said when she asked him if he’d join her for a few hours. “I can appreciate that. I’s rather lonely around here most of the time,” he said as he sat down in the chair on the opposite side of her desk, “all the time for me,” he added, though his tone much lower. He hadn’t meant for her to hear that, and he wasn’t sure if she had either.

He reached for one of the glasses and sipped from it, enjoying the taste of it. “Nice vintage,” he said to her after he swallowed the taste he’d just taken. She then asked him if he ever felt lonely and how he dealt with it. he frowned when she said it was making her depressed and he shook his head at her. “Now, I find that hard to believe, especially when there I always some bloke trying to throw himself at your feet,” he said with a slight smirk before he raised his glass to his lips once more. he wasn’t sure they should be drinking right now, but he didn’t care at the moment. They were having a civilized conversation and they were both adults. There was no harm in it, right? “Well, it does get very lonely. More so than I’d care to admit, to be perfectly honest,” he said as he lowered his glass, though didn’t return it to the table and held it in his lap. “But then I have you to come and talk to, to help with that,” he told her with a smile.

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Missy had always been noted as beautiful, she was part veela and a desire amongst the male population. She knew this, and this was why she didn't let people get too close to her. Missy had always been skeptical of relationships, she only had a couple boyfriends when she was back in school, and she was never happy. Devoting her life to becoming the potions professor at Hogwarts was the lonely path she chose. Missy wouldn't change it, but she did feel the sting of solitude. Not to say she hadn't made many friends, even some of her students were nice to speak to at times. Missy was far from old, being as young as she is she blended well, and always found herself restless when it came to solving problems for her students. The problems could have been social, relationship advice but something about Missy made her students know they could trust her. She had to tell a couple wise guys off for hitting on her, but besides that she did love being involved with her students. Then their were her professor, and staff of Hogwarts friends. She connected when them in her quest to grow up. Being around a professional environment made her learn many things. She bettered herself in that category and learned life was not all about dreading your job. Things could have been worst she was sure of it. She may have not been in love, but she was still young. She had a handsome young man in front of her being charming.

Sar and her went back a couple years. She always tried her best to be by his side when he needed her. Just to talk, or keep company. He did the same for her, and overall she felt safe around him. There were perks to having a werewolf friend. It was times like these were she was just going to cut back and relax, have a drink and enjoy her night off. Some papers needed to be graded but she much rather be pulled from her slum mindset, and enjoy some wine. After calling him charming his words caused her to raise an eyebrow. "Well I must be a lucky girl, no?" She asked in her French accent, with smile. "I assure you, the other professors may be jealous, if they know you give me this much attention." She teased twirling a lock of her blonde magical hair. Missy loved attention which was another reason she was a teacher, all eyes and ears on her most of them time. She was strict when it came to her classroom, but when her lectures were over she let the students relax and chat quietly. Back when she was in school, she was a tiny feisty ball of energy that couldn't allow anyone else to be in her spot light. She was popular beyond her years and a prefect at that.

When he told her she could visit him upstairs she smiled. It had been a while since she had traveled to another class room. She hated leaving her store unguarded. "I will have to keep that in mind, I could use some day light." She said, she was a bit pale, but she never really went higher then the main level of the castle, unless of course she was seeing the head master. Missy sipped on her wine enjoying the taste. She loved her wine especially when she felt alone and wanted to read. She could read a good romance novel for hours, getting wasted as she did so. It was nice to have alone time, but she couldn't deep with too much of it. Speaking on the potions topic she nodded. "Of course, bring it down and I'll make sure, I wouldn't want you to get hurt." She said softly, and sincere. She didn't know where she'd be without him sometimes. Wolfsbane was dangerous, and she always tested all levels making sure it was safe for her students, and friends infected with lycanthropy. When she admitted she was lonely Sar didn't seem to believe her. "They can through themselves where they want, doesn't mean I acquire their company." Missy stated simply. Yes, she was beautiful but she was cynical on who she allowed closer. When he made it clear she was the reason he was not lonely she took another sip of her wine. "As I have you, but I would like to get out the castle, see the world now and again. I do want to future someday." She stated taking another sip of her wine. "What do you want from life, like I know you're a scarred soul, but you have to have some desires and dreams?" She asked resting her head on her hand giving him dreamy eyes. She loved to listen to the dreams of others, and see if they were similar to her very own.

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Sar smiled at her when she made the comment about her being a lucky girl. He thought what she said was rhetorical, but he nodded all the same. She then told him that the other professors would become jealous if they were aware of the attention he was giving her and he simply shrugged his shoulders. “They can be as jealous as they want, but it doesn’t really matter,” he said to her with a slight grin. “If anything, they are just bitter that they don’t have someone to give them such attention,” he said. He watched as she twirled her blonde hair between her fingers, but he tried not to allow that to affect him. She really was beautiful, but he was sure that she knew that already. She was a veela after all, how could she not be beautiful? He’s never heard of an ugly veela, though he'd love to meet one sometimes if they really did exist.

He had no qualms of telling her that she could come up and visit him in his office sometime, if she wanted, and hoped that she hadn’t taken that in any way other than a friendly gesture. He had no idea what she felt for him aside from in a friendly and colleague sort of way, so he wasn’t about to make more out of it than necessary. He chuckled softly when she told him that she could use the sunlight every now and then. “You make yourself sound like a vampire now,” he joked, knowing that she wasn’t one. “Plus, I am sure you would scare some of the students and staff if you actually came up from the dungeons every now and then, aside for meals that is,” he added with a teasing grin. It was true, Missy didn’t venture out of the dungeons very often aside from mealtimes, so to have her do so would definitely be a boost to his ego, even if it was an unintentional one.

The topic returned to his Wolfsbane Potion and he nodded when she offered to help him with it should he need it. He’s been brewing it for a few years now, so he didn’t really need the help, but there was no harm in having the Potions Master look it over to be sure. He worked with children all the time, so it was a good idea to have her check it over, just to be sure. The last thing he wanted was to risk hurting someone, either a student or a colleague, and he knew he’d never be able to forgive himself for doing it. He still has yet to forgive himself for mauling his love. “I will do that later today,” he said with a nod of his head. He had come down to her office to discuss the potion, but, now that he was here, that was the furthest thing from his mind, though he didn’t want her to know that.

When the topic moved on to the idea of them both being lonely and how they coped with it, he had been surprised by her admission and told her so. He even went as far as to joke about the number of blokes that fell at her feet because of her veela charms. He nodded at her comment about her not really caring for the attention most men throw at her. “Which is perfectly understandable. I’d imagine it gets a bit tiring after a while, especially since men have been throwing themselves at your feet for years now,” he said before he sipped at his wine once more. He could never imagine what it must be like to be a veela, but he knew plenty of them that didn’t like it because of the misplaced affects people of the opposite sex threw their way. That was one of the reasons why he tried so hard not to succumb to her charms.

He admitted to having her around to talk to so that he didn’t get so lonely, and she seemed to reciprocate his sentiment. She asked if he ever had a hankering to see the world and he shrugged his shoulders. “Well, I travelled a bit after I left school,” he told her, unsure of whether she knew that or not, “so I’ve seen a bit of the world, but there is definitely some places I have yet to see and would like to,” he told her. “and if you ever decide to go over the course of a summer, let me know. I can give you a few ideas of places that would be worth it, maybe I could even be your guide,” he told her with a grin. She didn’t have to take his suggestion’s or offer to show her, but it would be fun of she did.

She then asked him if he had any dreams or desires , and what they were, and he shrugged his shoulders as he sipped his wine once more. He saw her get this interested look on her face as she rested her head in her hand as she waited for him to answer her. “I guess one thing I’d like to see happen for me again is finding that special someone,” he said as he placed his wine glass down on the desk. “It’s been a few years since I’ve had that pleasure and it would be nice to have it once more, though it would likely be difficult for me to find someone since I am far from a people person,” he joked. “What about you? Have you any dreams and desires?” he asked her.

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