Professor Sophie O'Malley
December 15, 2015 6:51 AM
Have we met before? [Tag: Coach Juliet Grase] by Professor Sophie O'Malley
Sophie O’Malley was not a physically intimidating woman. While she had a sort of presence that did its best to mask her exact shortness, it was hard to be terribly frightening at a solid five foot. And at nearly twenty-six years old, she wasn’t getting taller anytime soon. So while she expected to stand well beneath a majority of her students, Sophie was rather excited for her new job.It was awfully strange, she noted with some fascination after unpacking her belongings and settling into her new classroom, to be standing on this side of the desk. Sophie had learned most of what she knew in these very halls, and this very room had been the channel of her most important education. Sophie Jamison had stood before Professor Fawcett’s desk and handed in her work for a solid seven years, and now here she was, Professor Sophie O’Malley.
She settled into the teacher’s desk--her desk, weirdly enough--and, scooting close enough to reach, put her feet on top. Reclining in her chair slightly, she placed her hands at the base of her neck, just beneath the light blonde waves of hair that fell down the chair back. Sophie closed her eyes briefly, but the acute feeling that she was being watched prevented her from remaining that way terribly long. So she opened one eye, a piercing sky blue turning curiously to the doorway. The sight of the guest made her grin. “Hey, stranger,” she teased. “Come here often?”
Juliet Grase, recently hired Sonora Quidditch coach, former professional Beater. It was through Sophie’s influence that the taller--much, much taller--woman had come here. With her recent shoulder injury, she was on leave from her ballclub until she was in better condition, and Sophie had been kind enough to mention Sonora to her dearest cousin Juliet.
The small blonde stood and ventured to the center of her classroom. “Like it?” she asked with a crooked smile. “I’m so glad you get to be here with me, Juls. It’s going to be like going to school together. Except this time, I just have to do Potions, you just have to do Quidditch, and we get paid!” The only way to make their situation better, Sophie had already decided, would be if Juliet’s sister Lola was here, but Sonora didn’t exactly require a fashion magazine editor in chief to function. Of course, she would have also loved to see her husband Ryan and their two young sons all day, but at the end of the day, she always had something worth going home to. Her life was pretty great.
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December 15, 2015 4:13 PM
Perhaps by Coach Juliet Grase
Today felt like a sling day. While the healers on scene of Juliet’s “accident” had done everything they could to repair her shoulder, it’s not every day you have all four ligaments connected to your rotator cuff shredder. So some days were sling days, some were ice pack days, and others were huddle in the fetal position days. Today though, was definitely a sling day. With a sigh of relief she massaged her favorite muscle relaxant into the affected shoulder and donned her sling, and then wiggled halfway into a zip-up hoodie emblazoned with the logo for her team; a proud looking Dragon with green scales and fire spitting out of his nostrils.Wearing her best “ready to meet the public” smile, Juliet meandered through the building of the school, taking in as much as she could as to not forget a single detail. She hadn’t attended here as a kid, having grown up on the east coast with her politician father and mother in the DC area. But this was Sophie’s home for seven years, so Juliet felt a certain obligation to get to know the place as well as her little cousin inevitably did.
Speaking of, the closer Juliet’s stroll took her to Sophie’s new classroom, the more excited she became. Her stroll morphed into a jog, and then when she could actually see the doorway she was looking for, a full sprint, bringing her to a halt in front of the wall next to the door. It’s not like it’s been years since you’ve seen each other Juliet thought, chuckling lightly at her own eagerness. Not wanting to overwhelm Sophie, she took a breath and put her excitement on the backburner, and leaned, on her good shoulder, on the doorframe and waited to be noticed.
On the slightly cheesy, “Hey stranger, come here often?” Juliet grinned and walked fully into the potions classroom. Obviously, there hadn’t been time for Sophie to accumulate her usual amount of clutter in this environment yet, so the room didn’t quite feel like hers yet, at least to Juliet. “Not often enough, as you’ve never failed to remind me,” she teased back.
Sophie looked almost diminutive behind her Professor’s desk. It was pretty hilarious, actually.
Juliet attempted to keep her merriment internal as Sophie brought her feet down from their propped position and walked towards her and the center of the classroom. “Like it?” Sophie asked through her usual doofy smile. Juliet responded with her own toothy grin and nodded as Sophie continued.
“I’m so glad you get to be here with me, Juls. It’s going to be like going to school together. Except this time, I just have to do Potions, you just have to do Quidditch, and we get paid!” Juliet snorted. Sophie had a point there. They were being paid to do what she knew fully well they’d both have done for free. While it wasn’t exactly a dream job, she’d already been living that, Juliet was grateful to Sophie for helping her get this job for the duration of her recovery. She did have medical bills now after all.
“This should make up for not getting to go to school together,” Juliet remarked, the end of her sentenced being interrupted by a twinge in her shoulder that made her flinch. She groaned a bit at the pain, before trying to play it off with a shrug, that in turn made it hurt worse.
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December 27, 2015 5:00 AM
What a mysterious, innocuous answer. by Sophie
Sophie knew her cousin well enough to notice the flinch of pain that plagued her. She also knew Juliet well enough to pretend that she didn’t. If she wanted to talk about the complications in her injured shoulder, she could bring it up herself. Not that Sophie expected her to, not out of any sort of distrust or anything. She was pretty sure it was a pride thing. It was hard for Juliet to be off a broom this long, especially when it was medically necessitated.Instead, she opted to respond to Juliet’s comment. “Let’s hope so,” Sophie teased. “After all, you owe me that for not coming to Sonora.” It was a joke, obviously, apparent by her grin alone if nothing else. Logic was an even bigger red flag, since Juliet was the elder cousin by a solid two years. Still, it was fun to pretend otherwise on occasion. Sophie had always been among the youngest of their bunches, Chris and Drake both below but only by months. Juliet and Lola, with their two whole years of life experience on them, had always seemed so cool. (Until she got old enough to know them, of course.)
Sophie leaned casually on one of the desks. “So you all unpacked?” she inquired, tapping a spot on the desk beside her for Juliet to come join her. “How are the quarters?” Sophie had never been inside a staff member’s rooms, and she would not be living in any now since, with a family at home waiting for her, she was going to be traveling back and forth. But Juliet, a young and beautiful bachelorette, was untethered and could stay here among the rest of their coworkers. And while the small blonde was certainly not jealous, more than content with her husband and kids, she was a bit curious about what having one’s own quarters would be like.
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