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Post by Jennessa Jameson on Jun 16, 2009 12:01:50 GMT -5
Jennessa had just finished working on the first assignment she would give to her students. There was different part of course. The harder assignment would be given to the mudblood. They needed to prove to her that they belong there. But don’t go off and think that pure blood would have easy assignments no. They would just be easier then the one for the mud blood. If students wanted to be in her class they needed to work for it. She was not going to give anything easy. It was a harsh world and she was harsh.
She stretched herself from the desk where she had bit sitting by for what felt like hours. She decided to go outside for a little walk. It could help her clear her mind. It had been a year since Jensen had applied for the headmaster position and finally he had gotten it. Of course Jennessa had followed him here and had been giving the position of potions mistress. She had been the best of her class back in the day and still today she was probably one of the best if you were to ask her.
As she walked outside she felt the cold air hit her face. It felt great but still she put her cloth tighter around her. It was great to actually be able to walk these grounds as a teacher and not a student. They had work so hard to get to where they were now but still the battle was not won yet.
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Post by Devon Whiltshire on Jun 16, 2009 12:16:50 GMT -5
It was cold, some would say frigid for June, but Devon might have been the only one enjoying it. There was a certain vibe about the cold air that he loved-- it cleansed his mind in the most harsh way possible. He spotted a young woman a few yards away from him and smirked. It was Jennessa Jameson, the Deputy Headmistress and coincidentally the person that he wanted to see the most. He was aware that she extremely close with her husband, Jensen. He needed to know exactly how much he could trust this Jensen fellow and what side he was really on.
He walked slowly so she would notice his presence. "Good afternoon, Ma'am. May I inquire to join your company?" His face was emotionless once again, and he planned to extract as much information from her as he could. If this was his oppurtunity to get the revenge he wanted, he needed to make sure it was the real deal.
"Allow me to introduce myself, Ms. I'm Devon Whiltshire, Charms Professor."
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Post by Jennessa Jameson on Jun 16, 2009 12:29:04 GMT -5
Jennessa had been lost in her thoughts but not enough to be taken back by the arrival of Whiltshire. She was always on her guard mostly specially since this was a new place and she didn’t know who she could trust, not that she was of a trusting nature to begin with.
She stopped walking so she could face him. “Good afternoon sir.” She replied with her wining smile. The same one she always used when she needed to get something from someone, most of the time people had a lot of trouble to resist her. “Of course you may.” She said.
She extended a slim hand to him for a handshake. “Pleasure to meet you Mr. Whiltshire, I’m Jennessa Jenson potion mistress and head of the slytherin house.” She told him. She liked her new found title and was sure to use it as much as possible. “How are you doing on such a fine day?”
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Post by Devon Whiltshire on Jun 16, 2009 12:40:43 GMT -5
"The pleasure is all mine, Mrs. Jameson," he said smoothy as he shook her hand. As they continued to walk, he ran over certain things to say in his mind. He obviously didn't want to be too forward about her relationship to the Headmaster, and yet he wanted concrete evidence that Jameson really was the man Devon thought he was. There was an eery silence now, until he broke it sharply.
"I take you are working vigourously on your Lesson Plans, then? I hear you are an expert at Potions and expect nothing less than a firm grip on your students."
He displayed a casual--not bored, but not too interested--look to give the effect that he was rather non-chalant, but dignified at the same time. He wanted to get in good relations with the Deputy Headmistress (espicially given her relationship to Jensen), but he knew it would be hard with her outward dislike of muggles and his fake and very public love for the vile creatures.
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Post by Jennessa Jameson on Jun 16, 2009 13:00:56 GMT -5
She simply nodded when he said the pleasure was all his. She didn’t knew where he stood into this whole fight with the muggles. She would need to speak with her husband today to know which staff was to trust and which was too keep as far away as possible. She didn’t want to take any chances until she knew who was on their side.
“I do, if the students are not ready to take my class they can go back home to their parents.” Of course she let out the part that mud blood students would have a harder time then the pure blood. The only one who knew so far was her husband.
“what about you, do you have a specific approach when it comes to your students? Or does it change depending on the student himself…” she casually added.
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Post by Devon Whiltshire on Jun 16, 2009 13:28:30 GMT -5
Devon continued to walk with an emotionless expression on his face. She was hinting to his allegiance, he wasn't unintellegent. He, however, was not going to be the first to say it. If she was trying to manipulate him, she was playing with the wrong man.
He simply nodded when she mentioned her "approach" to teaching. "I must say, Jennessa--may I call you Jennessa?--I understand your approach, certainly. There are--certain--students that don't grasp concepts very well. In my method of teaching I tend to give them second chances. If they are--deserving of them."
He wasn't sure how much further he could push this. She obviously was itching to know his allegiance, as it was written all over he face. No one had known his true allegiance since he was 8 years old. He figured it was time to let it out at some point. He knew directly wouldn't be smart--he'd have to hint. She was intelligent, she would understand.
"It must be--overwhelming for those select few students coming from Muggle backgrounds, don't you agree?"
He watched her face slowly as he said the term "Muggle". He could spot facial expressions of disgust from a mile away.
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Post by Jennessa Jameson on Jun 16, 2009 13:39:52 GMT -5
She looked at him, there was not emotions on his face. A sign she thought that he had something to hide yet just this expression alone was not enough for her to known which side he was on. He probably knew she was on the side that wanted mud blood out of Hogwart was it why he was trying to hide his true feelings? Or maybe he didn’t trust her.
“of course you may, but never in front of student” She said simply. She was still rather young and didn’t like to be referring to as Mrs Jensen. It reminded her of how old she truly was getting. She didn’t take well the aging part. “Only a few could get a second chance from me.” She said coldly.
Just at the term Muggle she could feel her nose wrinkling as if she had smell something rotting. “Well as I said, if they can’t deal with the workload they can go back home to their parents to a school that is easier for them” she spat.
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Post by Devon Whiltshire on Jun 16, 2009 13:46:08 GMT -5
He got exactly what he wanted. The wrinkle of her nose indicated what he was hoping to see. No one was as good as hiding their emotions as he was. You needed practice-- and not many had it. With a sharp intake of breath, he decided it was now of never to get to the point. He wasn't used to being so blunt, but to be honest he had no other choice. Her allegiance was obvious now, and he knew he could play it to his advantage.
For the first time in a while, he smirked in the presence of another. "Let's get to the point then, shall we Jennessa? You aren't very fond of Muggles or their Wizarding Offspring, are you?"
His voice was indimidating now instead of soft and outspoken as it usually was. He was done with the facade, now it was time to know where she would fit into his plans. "I'll make a logical deduction that neither is your Husband." With a sharp and unexpected turnaround, his voice instantly went back to normal as he added with a very cruel smirk, "Of course, correct me if I'm wrong."
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Post by Jennessa Jameson on Jun 16, 2009 14:04:10 GMT -5
She felt rather taken back by the smile on his face. Ever since he had came to her here he hadn’t smiled or anything that could even be consider close to a smile, it was strange.
But then when he started to talk she was even more taken back, the soft gentleman was now fully gone from his manners her was trying to intimidate her. Which would probably have worked on anyone other then Jennessa. It taken a lot to get under the woman’s skin in a way to make her afraid.
“What would it be to you if we aren’t fans of them?” She asked him, her hand quickly making it’s way under her robes taking hold of her wand. Just in case she thought to herself. “we are excepting them into our school aren’t we? You have no reason to talk to me this way, so I would like an explication from you for using this tone with me.” She told him,
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Post by Devon Whiltshire on Jun 16, 2009 14:18:57 GMT -5
"You can take your hand out of your robe pocket, Jennessa. No wands will be needed here, my intent is simple." His tone was medium now. He was not pushing her as far as he could, but his tone was far from soft. He knew she was taken aback, as was his intent. He knew she wasn't to back down, she was strong-willed and determined. That was evident upon their first meeting.
"You accept Muggle-Borns to the school, I see that. Why? I can see by your face that an uproar at this time would disrupt anything you have planned. This is Hogwarts--were you to deny admission to those select students the Ministry would kick your Husband off the spot immidietally. You wouldn't like that, would you? No, you've choose to be more sinister than that, haven't you?"
He took a deep breath and stopped walking, a little closer to her now. His voice got softer at this last part. "Well, you ask what I would take from knowing this? I'd be rather--let's say interested--were I to be correct. If you understand what I mean."
With a note of finality he added, "I wouldn't attempt to beat me at my own game, Jennessa. I can assure you will not end the victor."
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Post by Jennessa Jameson on Jun 16, 2009 14:34:15 GMT -5
“Simple” She said with a laugh. “You are trying to corner me, you have been tricking me ever since you got here.” She told him. “Trust me your games will not work with me. You know I could get you fired even before you could say sorry.”
“we accepted muggle-born because it’s the way the school works.” For the moment she added to herself. She could feel the heat coming from his body as he walked closer to her. She didn’t flinch or took a step back. No one had ever made her take a step back and she wasn’t about to start today.
She raised an eyebrow. “Interested how?” She asked him. She was now rather interested to know where this conversation was going. “Speak now my dear, I’m all ears.” She told him putting her wand away, letting him know she didn’t mean any harms. It appeared he was on their side but she needed to be sure.
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Post by Devon Whiltshire on Jun 16, 2009 14:42:29 GMT -5
"You are rather hesitant, I can see. You don't trust me, which is fine. In all honesty, I don't trust you either Jennessa. You and your Husband are as much a mystery to me as I'm sure I am to you."
He laughed quite silently at the "fired" remark. He leaned back on a nearby tree, now moving further away from her. He realized that he quite liked the way she presented herself--very dignifed, and not giving too much away at any one time. He was sure she would be a valuable ally in the future. What she didn't realize at present was how much he could do for them.
"Of course I realize this, Jennessa. However, you wouldn't fire me. I may be an annoyance, but you'll find I can be quite valuable to your 'cause'. You'll find that I have many contacts within the Ministry and am highly respected there for my Charity Work with Muggle-born children."
He saw her expression change as he said this and smirked. "I'd think long and hard before you cast me off, Jennessa. I've worked for a long time to create the perfect scenario that fits with your 'plan'."
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Post by Jennessa Jameson on Jun 16, 2009 14:50:53 GMT -5
At least he was honest. Some people would have said they trusted her just to get in her good graces which of course was bound not to work. Trust was something you had to gain you were not born with it in the back of her mind. It was hard to gain but it could be lost quite easily.
Her face closed off any kindness that had made it’s way there by accident when he silently laughed. She hated when people laughed at her. She felt the human heat moving away from her and suddenly realised how cold it actually was outside. But of course she did her best to hide it.
“annoyance is currently a small word for the way I feel towards you but keep going.” She told him, yes he was getting on her nerves he reminded her of the cocky students she was pretty sure to have in her class soon enough. Now could he really be on their side and yet have so many information from the other side.
“Now tell me Devon” She walked closer to him until their bodies were only inches apart. She leaned in to whisper in his ear. “And why should I trust you are telling the truth? How can I know you are not working for the ministry and trying to find information of my husband.” Her lips were barely touching his ear lobe but she knew he could feel it. She knew that most men reacted better to a flirty woman, she had gotten her way so easily with them most of the time, she doubted Devon would fall for such a thing, but there might have been a part of him as tiny as it was that would.
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Post by Devon Whiltshire on Jun 16, 2009 14:57:55 GMT -5
She was closer to him than he had been to her earlier, and she expected him to panic he was sure. He was used to women trying to arouse him to get information, and it wasn't going to work. He didn't back away from her-- that is simply not what he did. He didn't work that way, and he refused to work that way. She was trying very hard to get this information from him, and he did commend her on her effort.
"You don't," he said simply. "But you are intriuged by the possibility of me being truthful, aren't you?"
"If you'd like to leave this oppurtunity behind, I'd gladly find another way to take action." She was still very close to him, and he could no longer feel the cold air surronded. He was a bit affronted, but he didn't let it show at all. He was so close to her now that he could whisper and she could hear it.
Very silently, he said, "I think it would benefit you to take my words as truth. The Ministry is under the impression--I will admit--that I am here on part to spy on you and your Husband. Tell me, my dear, have you ever heard of a Double Agent?"
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Post by Jennessa Jameson on Jun 16, 2009 15:08:45 GMT -5
He didn’t back away nor did he did anything at all as she was close to him. Which of course pissed her off to a point where she couldn’t even explain it but if he was truthfully it was something that they could use. If he was that was. Why had he came to her and not her husband? Of course there were ways for her to know if he was telling the truth but that very potion was in her room. She could summon it but he would know what she was doing.
“I am” She said truthfully. She didn’t said that she would use him, but she was intrigue by this. “I never said I’d leave the opportunity but you are an intelligent man you know how hard it is to trust someone.” She told him.
“of course I’ve heard of it, but nothing tells me you would turn against me and be a double agent for the ministry.” She told him her body still close to his. “How about we go back inside and discuss this?” She told him.
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