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Creative with names was not Gus' forte. Heck, he couldn't even come up with a name for his own daughter! His ex had decided on the name Remy, something fashionable probably but it was well worn by his daughter. She was a wonderful mix of fashionable and caring. Gus missed her terribly while she was away at school but it always made him smile when he got letters from her. He made sure to stay in contact every week and while his French was worse than ever, Remy was fluent having learnt with ease as she grew up, her mother conversing with her in French was something that had never bothered Gus, although he was sometimes curious as to what they would be saying to one another. Still it was none of his business and so he lept out of it usually, unless they started chuckling with one another. Oh those were happier times. And now what was happening? He was in a colleagues kitchen, most certainly drunk and needing to make his way back up a bloody hill to hopefully fall in his bed with enough coordination that he didn't wake up with a wickedly sore back in the morning.

"Honestly, I can say I'm terrible at names. I had a dog once and I couldn't think of a name. After a month of mum nagging I finally called it 'Woofer', truly, I shouldn't be allowed to name anything." He chuckled, looking about the kitchen that they walked in to, finding it quaint and rather reflective of Hazel. It was exactly the type of kitchen you'd expect her to have somehow. The dog was still sniffing about Gus' legs but he paid the mini-beast no attention, "A beer would be great, thanks." He smiled, knowing that he really shouldn't be having another, not now and especially not while he was already drunk, but there was something compelling him to stay, have another drink, spend a bit more time with Hazel. She really was a fabulous woman.

Tag: Open! Hazel Winifred Vector !
Words: 337
Notes: <3
Outfit: Just adore him already! <3

"Right-o." He said as he looked down the garden path, a little dizzier than he had been a few moments ago. He wasn't up for falling flat on his face. He did it often enough in his classes with some of the beasts he showed, but to do it now in front of Hazel because of some bloody overexcited bush? That was simply unacceptable to the gentleman and so he made extra sure as he walked it, to keep an eye on anything grabby. He kept such a close eye on the path, plants, and his feet, that he almost failed to notice Hazel come to a stop at the front door. Thankfully he managed to stop before crashing in to Hazel but Merlin was his heart pounding! As she ushered him inside he tried to move swiftly and avoid causing too much damage to his reputation. He'd really let himself have it tonight but things were still salvageable. At least that was what he kept telling himself, even though he wasn't quite sure what needed to be salvaged, he just felt like something needed to be.

Hazel offered him a drink and while usually he would have politely declined, he kind of stumbled around in his brain, searching for meaning to her question. He wasn't reading anything into it, he was just taking his time establishing what her words literally meant. "Sure!" He chirped, oblivious for a few seconds to the snoring that was meeting his ears. It clicked in his mind that her parents were sleeping and so he hushed up a little although he was fairly certain he'd forget soon enough, and sure enough, he was distracted by a dog of all things. He chuckled at the name, thinking it was quite possibly the best name for a dog that could ever be. "Barkimedes?" He asked with a small chuckle again, pretty impressed really.

Everything that was going on around him was kind of lost on Gus. He knew he hadn't been this drunk when he'd left the pub but then the alcohol had been given a decent chance to really kick in now. He was up, moving around and letting it flood his system. It had been a pretty good night but he didn't think he'd had that much to be feeling this light headed and giddy. He kind of felt like he did back in his old school days when he and Alvin would sneak off for a few drinks and get tipsy and then pretty damn drunk, on just a few cheap beers at the Hogs Head! "Yeah, that'd be great." He said, looking from Hazel to the dog that was interested in the jacket, "Ah, that's not for you, chap." He said, giving the pup a little pat on the head, messing his fur a little. "Perhaps some water might do you a lick of good." And had Gus been a wiser man, perhaps he would have taken his own advice, but alas he wasn't thinking too clearly.

Tag: Open! Hazel Winifred Vector !
Words: 505
Notes: <3
Outfit: Just adore him already! <3

Gus had absolutely no idea what he was doing. It was becoming more and more apparent as he acted that he was indeed a little inebriated by the continuous rounds of drinks this evening. He knew he wouldn't be completely sober but throwing his jacket over the mess drunk? Well he truly wasn't thinking right, and to make matters worse he was making a fool of himself in front of Hazel, and also a couple other peers. Merlin he hoped that new Professor didn't read too much into this, he didn't want her making some kind of crude sexual actions behind his back or worse, to his face. She seemed like quite a bold individual and it most certainly didn't seem beyond her to do such a thing. How was Hazel even friends with her? Not that there was something unfriendly about his new colleague, he could see how she appealed to a certain calibre of friends, but he hadn't thought Hazel would be the sort to consort with someone so brazen as she. "Oh bollocks." He laughed, coughing once more, just clearing his throat a little more. He may as well have thrown flobberworm mucus around the place. He hoped Hazel wasn't going to judge him too harshly for this debacle.

"I've no sodding idea." He chuckled truthfully, standing up right, hands on his hips as he looked at the mess he'd made. He took a deep breath in and sighed it out, resigned to the fact he'd just lost the majority of his pint to the table and floor. He looked to Hazel who seemed to be trying not to look at the scene he'd created. Rosmerta, ever bless he heart was around from the other side of the bar an clearing up the mess, glancing at Gus with a look he could only interpret to me 'You bloody dickhead'. Of course this was how he'd ended the evening. He was a bloody dickhead! "Thanks, Roz." He chuckled sheepishly. "I guess that's my cue to get my butt back up to the castle." He said, rocking forward on his feet a little. He leant forward and picked up the glass he'd spilt, knocking back the last of the beer and then lifting up his dripping jacket. He rolled it into some form of lump and let it drip over a couple of damp napkins on the table. What a tit he was.

Tag: Open! Hazel Winifred Vector!
Words: 404
Notes: <3
Outfit: Just adore him already! <3

Conversation with Hazel was going to be the highlight of his evening. She could talk about anything in the world and it would still be the most enjoyable part of the night. Hazel was wise and insightful, he smile brightened every dark corner of the world and her eyes were magical, Gus was certain of it. They waty the sparkled and shined was not average, they were mystical and to add to the illusion she dressed like a stunning gypsy woman. She had the look like she could leave at a moments notice and it was exciting! Gus knew that Hazel wasn't really like that - they'd known each other for five years! - but she looked so enchanting. If she asked him to run away with her in the night - he would. Without a doubt, he just knew that he would.

She was in the process of telling him about her summer. He wanted to know how Wales was but they were interrupted. Gus turned his head to look at Helley, his eyes lingering on Hazel until the very last second. "Uhm," He said, his brow furrowing slightly as his head tilted just a bit, almost curious as to what was wrong with his conversation of choice because he truly was interested to hear about Hazel's summer! They'd not had chance to talk about it yet and this was perfect, was it not? "Bone?!" He repeated, his brow furrowing a little more. He didn't know a lot about this new professor other than she was a friend of Hazel's and exceedingly bold, that was a given, "I'm not sure that's entirely appropriate." He chuckled, raising his glass and taking a sip, hoping she'd not say such an awkward thing again but that he came off as friendly in trying to get her to cease such an awkward and somewhat terrifying topic right now.

Tag: Open! Wilhelmina Emerald Rayne! Hazel Winifred Vector !
Words: 312
Notes: <3
Outfit: Just adore him already! <3

The school year was off to a splendid start! Gus had found that the students had all behaved themselves rather well thus far into the year and it was about time that he had a catch up with his peers. Many of the staff had turned out for drinks at The Three Broomsticks. It had been a wonderful evening and only a few stragglers remained. He loved spending his time in France with his daughter, travelling a little with her through the country and popping to Spain for a quick visit, but he did also miss good ol' England ... or Scotland. He missed being able to meet with his friends. His daughter was incredible and despite now being officially divorced, Gus still got on well with his ex. She was pretty good at allowing him time with their daughter and she was in her final year of school so he hoped that next year he'd be able to see much more of her and not be limited to just Summer Holidays and a bit of time at Christmas.

He chatted to a lot of people, enjoying time with them all. They spoke of Tristan and Paris and how it seemed the Astronomy position was as cursed as the Defence Against the Dark Arts position. Of course they'd all had a laugh, reassured both the Astronomy and Defence Professors that they'd both be absolutely fine come the end of the year but it was kind of an empty promise. They couldn't guarantee that, and both positions really did seem to be cursed right now. Two Astronomy Professors in as many years. Plenty of Defence Professors too. It was kind of shocking, but Dumbledore knew what he was doing. He'd be more vigilant this year ... Yeah, well that called for another round!

The round was much smaller than it had been at the beginning of the night and even though there were still a few people in the pub, it was clear that Rosmerta was almost ready to shut up shop. Last rounds had been called and this was their. Gus sat down at his seat, setting the tray and snacks down, then picking up his pint as he slid his chair in with his legs and arse. He looked about the table at the remaining staff from Hogwarts and raised his glass, "To a bloody fine year!" He proclaimed, lifting his glass higher still and towards the centre of the table where other glasses met with his, the clinking a truly satisfying sound, he thought as her brought his beer to his lips and took a sip. By the time he lowered his glass he had a little foamy moustache sitting above his top lip with Gus none the wiser.

Tag: Open!
Words: 459
Notes: <3
Outfit: Just adore him already! <3

Students could be full on. They were young and hormonal with the world of magic at their fingertips. There were many talented students, there were many dim students but they all knew enough to cause damage if they wanted to. The idea that a student might blow up a section of the school was never far from Gus' mind because to him, one hormonal outburst could certainly cause something like that. Thankfully nothing too bad had happened in his time at Hogwarts, both as a student and a Professor, but there were of course rumours that floated around about this one kid that once did something and another that did something else. Gus really never paid too much attention to all that malarky back in his school days, he'd been too energetic and focused on what he was up to to worry about some kids from fifty years ago rumoured to have done something extreme.

Gus chuckled at Hazel's little joke, his head looked down to the ground out of habit and shuffled his feet a little. He looked back up and across to Hazel and nodded a little, the corners of his lips pulling down a little before he smiled, “So true.” He commented, some students in particular were rather more beastly than the others, some were downright nuisances really but every student deserved the right to learn and, hopefully, they'd grow as humans with the more knowledge and understanding they got, something that would primarily rest on what they were taught at school. Of course there was a lot of parental involvement. The first eleven years of these children's lives were pretty much left to their parents or nannies and their views on others were set before they got to the castle. Some changed for the better, some were influenced for the worse but Gus always hoped the students would find themselves doing the right thing. "Stuggin's was even covered in -" Gus cleared his throat, he was about to say 'shit' but he knew that was entirely inappropriate language for school hours, words like 'shit' and 'piss' were reserved for the informal staff meetings where they could blow off a little steam, "Animal faeces and I'm fairly certain Rosenberg and Fillies had something to do with it the way they were snickering on." Gus made a clicking noise with his tongue and his teeth, bloody fed up with those two students in particular. They were a rather pain in the arse duo.

Tag: Hazel Winifred Vector
Words: 414
Notes: <3
Outfit: Something adorable a suitable for working with shit, obvs.

'Of course'. Of course 'of course'! What else would she say? Gus straightened himself up immediately, probably a little too fast and gave the door a little more of a push, letting himself in as Hazel moved around her desk. She was a smashing lass and Gus hadn't had the chance to get to know her while she'd been married to one of his old mates from Hogwarts. After Hogwarts Gus had found he'd lost touch with a lot of people, Alvin being one of them and as such he'd never met Alvin's blushing bride. In fact he hadn't even heard of Alvin's accident until after he started working at Hogwarts. Thankfully he'd found out from a mutual friend, had he asked Hazel herself how he was getting on ... well he imagined that would have made for one awful first impression. Of him. Not her. She just seemed wonderful, very easy going. He would of course seemed like a complete and utter tit.

"What?" He asked of her enquiry until it struck him that she thought he was here in some kind of offical, Professory capacity but now, he was her in a sort of personal capacity, "Oh no, not that, not unless you've become head of Slytherin of Hufflepuff since I last saw you,"He chuckled. "No, I've uh- just swung by to see if you fancy joining a couple of us for a 'staff meeting'." he said, his eyes averting to the ceiling a little as he lent back with a little wiggle because honestly, it wasn't a staff meeting of any kind and he was sure his body language and the tone he used suggested it was not the sort of staff meeting one might have around Hogwarts with all the professors, Dumbledore included, "Just at the Three Broomsticks." He said, "Friday night. Lenore's coming and Geralina. She's gonna have a word with Tristan, see if he fancies a few drinks if he's got the time." He slipped his hands into his pockets and rocked back slightly on his heels, lips pursed a little as he smiled head tilted a little as he wondered if she'd have any interest at all or if she'd be busy. He wasn't even sure what Tristan's schedule was so he wasn't sure if the Astronomy Professor would be coming along or not. He wouldn't mind if it was just him and the ladies, not that he was thinking of it in any sort of sexual way - Merlin no! He just didn't mind their company, actually her rather enjoyed all of them, they were all easy to get along with and he was so glad he'd stopped talking because yep, that would definitely have sounded perverted out loud.

Tag: Hazel Winifred Vector
Words: 455
Notes: <3
Outfit: Totes adorbs!