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His robes seemed to crawl at his heels as the new professor drove his way into the staff room, of course it was empty because he was ahead of scheduel. In fact he wans't supposed to be here for another two days although he couldn't resist the stone walls which danced around him for seven years of his life. Jumping onto a chair, one foot resting on the back, it tipped over gracefully letting him land right infront of a cupboard. Smirking lightly he lifted his hat and ran his fingers through his long hair before repositioning it on his head again followed by a quick swipe of his hand. The cupboard opened with a small squeak and revealed jugs and goblets although Izador didn't seem too impressed, he stretched through the back and grinned as a bottle of muggle rum sat, slightly dusty, in the back. Pouring a silver goblet he took a large gulp and placed it on the table before hanging his robed on the open cupboard door and sitting perhaps a little to relaxed on the couch.

He loosened the top button of his shirt and clashed his teeth together three times while looking around and whistling as he saw a filing cabinet, it was small but as he opened it a small voice broke out asking who he wanted to research up on. Grinning lightly he pondered his thoughts.
"Izador Dylan Raven,"
A large, rather full, file slipped out and into his hand followed by another which was almost burst. Flicking through the first file he grinned and closed it, that was more recent information what he had done out of Hogwarts and by the look of it he'd done quite a lot. Then he began reading the fuller file. This was his first year up until his seventh and would cast many memories back at him. However he almost had to stop himself from looking past his first year; his first year was rather bland, however he began to read with a slight grin on his face.

Izador Dylan Raven was brought to Hogwarts by Hyfah Daytranne, who had explained to his grandmother and mother (however not understanding completley why the muggle wished to shave her head more than listen to her sons future) and foster family about his magic, as a registered mudblood. He was one of the last people up for the sorting hat that day he came and the hat struggled with him, finally disciding on Griffindor. A large picture of him on the stool, the large hat covering his pale grey eyes, looking nervously toward him whispering under his breath. He couldn't read anymore. Perhaps tomorrow when he'd find things about his sister, mother, brother and perhaps his long lost father of whom his mother discided to have a one night stand without asking his name or any information at all. The sleezy whore had lost it soon after that and so he couldn't care kess about her: She was the one who made his life hell by sending him into care, by forcing him to find Cole because he was lonley for personally ruining his thoughts with alcohol and smoking. He blamed everything on her why not?

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[Prof. Fiona O'Connor]

^{Fiona O'Connor was distracted. And rightfully so, this was her first year teaching...ever, and when she had such a complex and diverse subject as Charms she was constantly thinking of lesson plans. Her first few lessons had gone fine, the students loved her, and a few of the older boys had crushes on her. While that was cute enough she had sternly rebuffed offers of a lunch down in Hogsmeade. She walked through the castle on autopilot, she knew it so well, heading toward the staff room. She opened the door by walking backwards because her arms were full of papers and folders. Sitting down in a comfortable microfiber chair she continued the mutter in Japanese. Out of the corner of her blue eyes she saw a man sipping what smelled like rum from a silver goblet, not bothering to say anything to him she continued righting, bent over the parchment, her long curly brown hair hidng her face.}

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Izzy's fingers flicked through looking at the pictures, mostly bored in a detention or in groups of people. His eyes looked through one that was poking out of the back and slightly shocked stroked the corner taking rather a lot of dut off. Blowing the dust jumped off and onto the seat next to him. There were many people here he'd forgotten most of them but the two next to his young looking face he knew well. His sister was clutching his hand and another girl, he was wracking his memory for her name, was kissing him lightly on the cheek. He followed his gaze however to the front row where a brunette sat with long, thick, dark eyelashes. Looking up as he heard to door open he pushed the photograph back into the file and tucked it back into the cabinet who rudley swore at him about putting the spines the wrong way around. Laughing at this He took another drink from his goblet and looked back at the teacher.
"Can I get you a drink miss?"
He hadn't already seen if she'd got one so he thought how stupid he must seem if she did but stood infront of the cabinet, where the door had closed leaving his robes on the floor. Picking them up he sighed and chucked them over the side of the couch taking out a goblet and putting a few bottles on the table full of many things.

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[Prof. Fiona O'Connor]

^{In a world of lesson plans, student detentions, and the Weird Sisters music, it took the woman a few minutes to realize someone had spoken to her. Setting her quill down and brushing back her thick hair from in front of her face she said, Entschuldige mich? I mean, she flushed to near scarlet as she looked at the teacher offering her a drink, Yes please, a butterbeer would be nice. Fiona gathered her parchments and quill and set them down on a small wooden table to the side of her and turned to look at the person who had spoken to her. He must be the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. she assumed. She knew all the other teachers by face if not name and she'd never seen Izador before. Feeling she should say something else she introduced herself, Fiona O'Connor, Charms Professor. Gazing at him with her clear sky blue eyes she wondered if he thought her queer for slipping into German. Prof. O'Connor hada brilliant mind, but the part that held language was a bit over crowded.}

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His large rough hands grasped a bottle of butterbeer and the lid popped off quickly as he poured it into the goblet, this one more elaborate than the last my no fault of his own but what the cupboard haqd given to him to work with. He smiled carefully and pushed it over the coffee table his hat falling gently shadowing his face.
"Izador Dylan Raven, Auror and Defence against the Dark Arts professor. Nice to meet you Fiona."
The cupboard shut with another squeak and the filing cabinet was still grumbling on about the files. He sat back in his chair and frowned. He'd just realized that she'd spoken in German, without an idea what she said, so he simply grinned and leant to the filing cabinet.
"Got anything on Lola Raven?"
The cabinet blew a rasberry at him followed by two pieces of partchment. He read through them quickly and sighed. He'd loved his youngest sister dearly it was a shame she died in the hands of death eaters.

Lola Raven, also nown as Lolly Davis, only went to hogwarts one day before dissapearing from sight. This was the caption under a rather smiley photo of the eleven year old, her bright blond hair engulfing her small head and an albino rat resting on her shoulder. He smiled and stroked the picture before stuffing it in his pocket and turning back to Fiona.
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[Prof. Fiona O'Connor]

^{Fiona silently sipped her butterbeer and observed Izador from under her half closed eyelids. She set the goblet down on the table where she had set her papers and stretched languorously in the chair like a cat. For a few moments she looked at her stack of work she needed to get done before tomorrow, then she shrugged it could wait. The witch unconsciously ran her fingers through her long hair sending out a breeze of her exotic perfume. Fiona would admit that while she wasn't vain her one guilty pleasure was fine perfume, she normally had it imported and today she was wearing the spicy scent of some Brazilian flower. When Izador had finished observing the files she murmered softly, Rude filing cabinet. a small smile playing around her full lips. The professors' eyes met again and she said a little louder, So where did you blow in from? I haven't seen you around before. But this wasn't exactly true, there was something about Raven that was strangely familiar and it was nagging at Fiona's subconcious without mercy.}