[Staff] Dinner

[Queety White]

It was an idea that came about when Queety did not realize how little she knew about Professor Seifer Dyke. Feeling bad that she barely knew any of her collegues, she came to the decision to have a dinner in her apartment for all the staff. It was going to be just an informal get together. Queety had spent all day in the kitchens with the house elves trying to cook the food [But they would not let her. They just wanted to make the food themselves]. After finally getting the food settled, she ran back up to her apartment.

She had already moved another table and somehow squeezed it into the apartment. She was surprised she would be able to fit everything in here. Hopefully things would be comfortable enough. She had even found a high chair for the Potters' baby to sit in. Hopefully they would come.

In fact, hopefully anyone would come.

Queety went into her bedroom to change. She quickly robed herself in a long, violet skirt and a green halter top. She glanced through her glasses as she put on a simple, silver necklace and long, black hoop earings. Finally, she pulled her hair out of its ponytail and brushed her hair straight. Taking off her glasses, Queety tried to look at herself. However, it seemed like her vision was getting worse. Deciding that she was definately going to invest in some contact lenses, Queety put her glasses back on and walked back out into the main room.

She leaned against the wall and looked around. Dennis was supossed to arrive early but he had yet to show. She folded her arms across her chest and sighed. Where is that boy? she pondered. They had planned this dinner together and so far, it had seemed like she had done most of the work. If he did not show up before the guests did, she would be very disappointed.

Queety went over to the radio and began playing some light music. She had started getting into that stuff recently. She was more of a hard rock type person but she had found that she really began to enjoy light music. It really kept her calm.

[rosalie]

Rosalie walked down to Miss White's room. She had received this letter asking her to join Dennis and her dinner. Of the staff Rosalie only knew two people: Dennis and Leon. Other than that she didn't know no one let alone did she talk to anyone besides her students when she taught them.

She saw Miss White as she knocked on the frame. "Hello," she said softly. Rosalie didn't know whether or not she should have gone to this "dinner" they were having. She barely knew anyone and didn't talk much. Rose personally would have never made a dinner but at least there was something to do other than to stare at the ceiling of her office.

Rose wore a black tank top with the band, 'Atreyu'. That was her favorite band and had a lot of their band shirts. Her pants went somewhat over her black and white Vans and had wholes in the knees. A studded belt helped keep her pants up since she didn't have much of a waist. Her blonde hair was put up in a pony tail with her bangs around her face.

"I received this letter," she said pulling out the parchment and the envelope that she had received. Rosalie Moore didn't know whether she came in the right room or not since no one was in there but Miss White. Luckily she knew the rooms of the teachers and what they looked like. The only reason why she knew that was because of dinner in the Great Hall. ;_; Sad sad life.

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[Cello Evans]

Cello walked down the hall and stopped infront of a door that led into Queety Whites apartment. She knew Dennis quite well and had spoken to Queety at the staff table a few times before. Pulling a piece of parchment out of her pocket, she checked again what it said. 8:00pm!
'Oh god, oh god! Im late' she thought. Well it wasnt seriously late but still...

Cello was wearing a black dinner dress which cut off just above the knee. Her high heels were killing her and she wanted to burst into the apartment and collapse on the sofa but she didnt think Queety would appreciate that. Instead she raised her hand and knocked 3 times on the door.

When it opened Cello held out her invitation.
"Umm, i recieved this by owl post" she said shyly.

[Queety White]

Good job, Den, Queety thought as people were arriving. The guests show up before you.

But that did not matter. She would give him an angry glare when he came. She smiled as someone knocked on the door and slid on her flip flops. Then she opened the door with her smile. The usual smile that many considered a magic itself. The usual smile that could turn any depressed person into a bright ball of sunshine.

The first guest was someone that Queety did not know personally. Still, this was the main point of this dinner. She had felt like she was not connecting to her fellow co-workers and she wanted them to become more than just colleagues or partners. For example, Queety could not place the name of this woman. She had seen her quite often in the hallways or at meals but they had never talked.

Queety had rattled her brain all the teachers that she had invited. Suddenly the name came to her. Rosalie. Of course. Queety grinned and held the door wide to allow her to come in.

"Yup, that letter was from me," she smiled. "Thanks for coming. Come sit down anywhere. I'll go get drinks and whatnot."

She went over to her cabinets and pulled out firewhisky, butterbeer, and soda. Placing them on the table next to the ice bucket she had already placed out, Queety looked up at the door. Someone had just knocked. "Come on in," she shouted as she began laying out cheese and crackers.

"Oh, hey, Chello," she grinned as the Potions TA came in. "Yes, I sent that invitation. Thanks for coming."

She glanced at the closed door. Now that was not very welcoming. Queety quickly ran over and opened it, leaving a textbook as a doorstop on the floor. Hopefully no one would trip over it.

[den]

Dennis was running a little late to the Dinner. He had to check Homework assignments. He ran down the hall and then he came by the corridor and entered the room. He smiled. "Er.. sorry I'm late Queety." He said with a smile. "I was looking over some homework."

He walked up to the other staff members and gave them a smile. Then he toke a sandwich from the table and toke a bite.

[mercier]

All right, so Luke had been a bit anti-social. He hadn't met one other professor, and now he figured it was about time he started getting to know his fellow staff. Or at least meet them. With the small parchment invitation between his fingers, Luke strode with a calm gait through the hallway of staff apartments, looking at each door's label as he did. Coming from his office, it had taken at least five to ten minutes to find the apartment.

Finally coming to it, Luke stopped in the doorway, peering inside. Seeing three teacher's assistants, only one of which was another male, and one other professor, Luke smiled slightly, his demeanor calm and friendly. He'd seen them all about at the dinner table and about the hallways. Approaching Queety, he handed her the small invitation. "You must be Professor White?"

[rosalie]

Rose sat in a seat and kept her mouth shut. She wasn't one to talk unless spoken to. Another girl had arrived besides herself. Chello Evans was resent to join the staff at the school. Rosalie couldn't remember what class she helped teach and wasn't going to ask. She looked at her hands in her lap.

Then Dennis ran in. He got a bite to eat and began mingling with the other teachers. Rosalie had met him on one brief occasion. They had never really talked. Rose looked around the room to see what she could do to keep herself entertained.

I shouldn't have came here. I knew it. I never do listen to that concience of mine. Deserves me right. The teacher assistant to Divinations moved her bangs out of her face and continued to look around the room. It was quite different than her own.

Another teacher walked in, Luke Mercier. Rosalie Moore didn't know this teacher either. She had only seen him at the dinner table and that was about it. Like I've stated before; she didn't talk much nor get out much. Rose sighed and kept to herself.

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[Queety White]

"About time you show up," Queety smirked as Dennis came in. She gave him a quick hug before he dove for the snacks she put out on the table. "Dude, I told you to come by 7:30 at the latest. It's already 8:15."

She shook her head. Better late than never though she thought before the next guest arrived. Queety quickly shook his hand and muttered, "Please, call me Queety. I hate my last name. It's too boring." She also hated it because it tied her back to her family and her past. Something that none of these staff members would ever see. There was no need for sadness and tension when it was time to relax.

Speaking of not relaxed, Queety noticed that the Divinations TA seemed very awkward. Queety walked over and sat next to her. "Hey," she smiled, her bubbly attitude very apparent. "So you teach Divinations right? I remember going to that class when I was a student here. It was one of the few classes I took in the second half of my student career. Most people thought it was a load of rubbish but I actually enjoyed it."

Queety would have added that when she was younger, she thought she was a Seer, but she figured to keep that to herself as well. Most of those dreams that eventually came true were probably just coincidences. They were of random, nondangerous, and uninteresting events in her life that she saw. And besides, ever since she had returned to the castle over a year and a half ago, she had yet to have a single weird dream.

Queety then looked back up at Dennis. "Hey, Den, since I already did a ton of work, do you mind running down in fifteen minutes or so to the kitchens and grabbing the meal that the elves prepared for us? But don't go right now. We can wait until some more people come."

[leon87]

Leon was not in the mood for a party... But, on the other hand, he hadn't left his office in days, and he was always feeling lonely and bored, so maybe it would do him some good to go. Besides, Queety was a friend of his... He ought to go to her party and say hello, and maybe mingle with guests.

Leon had checked his reflection in the mirror, briefly, before leaving. He groaned... He looked tired behind his glasses. And old. Hopefully nobody would notice. Leon was wearing a long sleeve black button-up shirt, and black slacks, his typical muggle look. Hopefully that was good enough for a party.

Making his way through the halls, he found the location of the party, and stepped through the door hesitantly. Casting a look around, Leon spotted familiar faces : Queety and Rosalie. They were sitting together, so it made it easy to greet them both straight away.

"Hello," Leon said, forcing himself not to say 'Greetings' like he always had as a nervous and nerdy teenager. Now that he was a nervous and nerdy adult he tried to drop such habits. "Nice to see you again, Rosalie. Queety, it's been too long since our last chat." He smiled, and leaned against the wall nearby.

[rosalie]

Rosalie was off in her own world till Queety snapped her out of it. The teacher assistant jumped a bit and blushed momentarily. "Yes, I am the Divinations teacher assistant," she replied and looked to Queety. This was the hostess of the party. "I took it in my third year till I left Hogwarts. I'm not a full believer of the subject. I just want to see if its methods can be proven or not. I'm quite scientific, so they say."

Rose on the other hand wasn't a Seer. She was one of those students that made up crap to pass the class. Or move the crystal ball around and try to find a flaw in it. Or to say 'scientificly' how something could come true. Her parents and friends said she would have done better as a Psychology major than a teacher but Rosalie actually liked her job.

She looked to see Leon. Rosalie hadn't seen him in quite some time. He reminded her to have to go and talk to him a bit. She felt more comfortable knowing someone than just to be by herself but that was all people. "Hello Leon. Nice to see you too," she smiled. Rosalie's greeting in school was 'Greetings and Salutions'. She saw it in a movie called The Heathers with Winona Ryder and her boyfriend would always greet people by saying 'Greetings and Salutions'.

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[foxxers]

Celeste had received an Owl and had put it into her schedule. Unfortunately, she was running a bit behind with classes and was quite busy lately. So, she was late arriving to the dinner. Fortunately, she was able to make it. Better late than never, right?

Getting ready in her and Cole's apartment, she undressed from her teaching clothes and put on a pair of black skinny jeans and a long, tight yellow t-shirt that said 'Peace' on it, with a heart as the period after peace. Taking her hair out of the messy bun it was in, she quickly combed it and let it fall down; all straight and blonde in its glory. xD

Slipping on a pair of black and white converse, she put on some jelly bracelets and long necklaces and simple earrings before exiting the apartment and walking into Queety's. There were some people inside and she smiled at them all, but her smile widened at the sight of one person in particular.

Leaping at Dennis, she hugged him tightly and said, "Hey! How have you been?"

[den]

He payed his attention to Queety who asked him to get the others from the kitchen. "Sure no problem!" He grinned. He ran to the kitchens and smiled at the elves working hard. He got the last plates and all the other food in his arms and then ran back upstairs. He put the food on the table and grinned.

He moved too the middle of them room and he was greeted by Celeste with a hug. He hugged her back and grinned, "Me.. busy with lessons. Running around." He sighed a little. "Yourself?" He smiled. "Wheres Cole?" He asked her.

It's not likely for Celeste to come to a party or dinner without her husband.. He continued to smile waiting for Celeste's response which he hopped with be great. It usually was since he knew her soo much.

[Queety White]

Queety nodded at Rosalie. "To tell you the truth, I never believed in Divination for the longest time until I really started to get into the subject. But I don't think I'd ever want to teach it. I'm starting to really like teaching History of Magic because I'm learning a lot more about the magical world. I'm muggleborn, if you couldn't tell."

Queety glanced around at the pictures hanging around her apartment. Not one of them were moving. "So, I can see how things are today, you know? I don't think HOM is that boring. And that's why I teach it... Leon!"

Queety grinned and stood up, giving Leon a hug. "You're right. It feels like it's been forever. How are things going in the animal department?" she smirked. The last time they had really conversed was when Leon was nervous about becoming the COMC TA. That seemed like a while ago. She remembered how relaxed and nonchalant she was about the responsabilities. Boy was she wrong. Being a professor was a lot harder that she thought.

The smell of the food suddenly brought Queety over to the door. She excused herself and helped Dennis place the plates on the table. Ahh, there was nothing better than spaghetti and meatballs and garlic bread. Queety absolutely loved being half-italian because Italian's have probably the best food in the world [aside from Chinese food of course]. "Thanks, Den," she grinned as she looked around. Not many people had come but this was still fine. At least some had come and there would be some fun conversation and whatnot.

"Okay, guys. Food's here if you all wanna dig in," she grinned as she grabbed a seat for herself.

[den]

Dennis grinned taking a seat at the rather small table and grabbed some garlic bread and spaghetti. He grinned at Queety, "Mmm.. gode stufff." He groaned still having food in his mouth. "No problem at all Queets." He said gulping down the spaghetti.

He nodded and smiled at the rest he moved over to Leon. "So Leon Arrondus am I not correct?" He asked taking out his hand for a shake.