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Post by Cynthia Walker on Jan 18, 2009 19:13:39 GMT -5
Cynthia arrived to school early that Friday, having dropped Gabby off at her grandparent's for the weekend the night before. The house felt awkward without the pitter-patter of her little feet and sound of her voice, so she decided she may as well get good and prepared for that day's class. Upon arriving at the school, however, she remembered that she'd prepared as much as possible yesterday before leaving.
Sighing heavily, she sat down at her desk, unable to escape her boredom. Sometimes she really hated being an overachiever. Glancing around the room, she remembered that she was going to be playing Notre Dame de Paris for her fourth-year students that day and smiled, deciding she'd better warm up the ancient stereo. It had a habit of skipping the first time it played a CD. Glancing over her shoulder to make sure her door was closed, she turned the volume up a bit, moving away from the stereo to perch on the end of a desk. By the time "Bohemienne," her favorite song, began to play, she couldn't resist singing along. Closing her eyes, she lost herself in the music, and therefore didn't hear the opening of her door. |
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Post by Fabien Devereux on Jan 18, 2009 20:16:33 GMT -5
Fabien had been pratically busy over the past week as he had been setting up his lesson plans for the P.E. classes in Forks. God,how he loved his job! It distracted him from his life as a werewolf but it sometimes made him remember what he was. But he loved to teach and it did him good to watch as others got fit and earn their grades of course but it was coming to the part he hated. Parents coming to speak to him--he was not very socialable but he would love to tell some of the trouble makers of his classes. It would be interesting.
But this morning,Fabien came in early to get things ready for today. He had some dodgeball planned today but what happened when he was heading towards his office,he heard some music playing from a class room,who on Earth would be here this early too? Fabien walked towards the door and opened it slowly to see a beautiful lady singing to the song that was playing. He coughed as to grab her attention.
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Post by Cynthia Walker on Jan 18, 2009 21:23:13 GMT -5
Cynthia nearly fell off the desk in shock when she heard the cough behind her, flushing scarlet and moving quickly to turn the song off. "I'm sorry, I didn't realize anyone else was here. I didn't mean to be a bother." She rambled off an apology for quite awhile, falling silent when she looked up and saw who it was that had entered. She can't recall ever seeing him at the school before, and was quite disappointed by that discovery. He was far too handsome not to be noticed.
That thought caused her cheeks to redden further. Where the hell did that come from? she wondered. I've not thought about a man like that in years. And then she realized she'd answered her own question. She hadn't thought about a man in years, hence why she was struck dumb by the first pretty face she saw. She really needed to get out more. "I'm Cynthia," she stammered after a moment, kicking herself back into a normal state of mind. |
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Post by Fabien Devereux on Feb 6, 2009 3:30:25 GMT -5
Fabien laughed softly as he watched her skin going from its regular color into a scarlet color. Fabien raised his hands up in defense and replied,"Hey,hey. It's fine. If it's anyone's fault,it's my own. I am the one that is a bother...I just heard the music and I well,I wanted to see where it came from and curiousity killed the cat." Fabien then ackwardly replied,"Not that I'm saying that it's bad that I followed my ears...." Fabien then winced ackwardly. "I'm usually better at greetings believe me..." Better if he made her laugh some and be not afraid of him. It was a better change that what was regularly with him.
When she introduced him,he nodded and replied," I know. Cynthia Walker right? I have been a teacher around here long enough to know everyones name." Fabien then remembered she was the French teacher and so remembering he knew some French from a long time ago,he replied to her, ''Vous êtes l'enseignant français, oui ? Je sais un peu de français moi-même d'il y a quelques années. Ah, où sont mes manières ? Mon nom est Fabien. Fabien Deveroux. Je suis l'enseignant d'Éducation Phyiscal." He was surprised he remembered that much.
[Translation: You are the French teacher,yes? I know a bit of French myself from a few years ago. Ah,where are my manners? My name is Fabien. Fabien Deveroux. I'm the the Phyiscal Education teacher.]
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