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Apparently the god of love was good enough to sort him into the appropriate house. Either that or it's good to have at least one divine being around for protection of some sort.

*not sure why Eros is here, doesn't think he likes the fact that Eros is here considering what Eros said to him the last time and is highly, highly grateful that Ryuuji moved closer to him*

*grin* I like your hair. It's very tempting and if we were younger, I would be hardpressed not to dip it into the inkwell on our desks.

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Point, but it's weird to see Eros without Psyche. I swear, it's like the two of them are joined at the hip, normally.

*studying Eros a little warily, knowing that Psyche is the one to keep him in check and just a little concerned about why she's not here - keeps most of his attention on Tom though, remembering just as well as Tom does what happened last time Eros and Tom spoke*

...If you'd been silly enough to do that, I'd have made you drink that ink. *smirks to show he's not seriously threatening him* All the ink from every desk around. I'm protective of my hair. *tilts head to a side slightly to let him play with it anyway*

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Can always ask him to invite Psyche next time around. So long as she accomplished a great deal before or has gotten on with Sluggy, I don't think he'll have any objections.

Your protection shows. Vain peacock that you are. *hidden compliment in there, peacocks do eat snakes after all*

*runs his fingers through it all the more* I take it you've already met everyone here then?

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She has the God of Love completely and wholly faithful to her. I'd call that something of an accomplishment, to have a God at your beck and call.

*snickers* Shiny peacock with a many-eyed gold tail to catch your attention?

And... I know everyone here except the lady with Lucius, whom I'm assuming is his wife. *eyes darken slightly, slides off that topic quickly to instead blink at Sal* Ack. Sal's here. How do you think you did on the entrance exam? I haven't heard back from him yet about the results.

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True, but then she's a goddess herself so normal restrictions don't apply to her.

I assure you that it wasn't your tail that caught my attention at first, but upon inspection, I find it a lovely addition to your beauty.

Mm, yes. Narcissa Malfoy, nee Black. Not as mad as her older sister, thankfully. I think she treads a neutral line but I can't be sure.

*looks at Sal* I'm certain I did well enough. *believes that even an E is the kiss of death, but is confident in his own intelligence and abilities to not be concerned* You, however, lost points with your rolled up sleeves. *smirk* Didn't know what you were getting into?

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...*blinks* No, she's mortal. She's only a goddess because Eros is in love with her, and he fell in love with her when she was still human, because he accidentally scratched himself with an arrow, so if you think about it like that, going from human to goddess is a major acheivement!

*arched eyebrow, comments slyly* Don't pull any of my feathers out. Loose feathers bring bad luck.

*ignores that to mock-pout about the rolled up sleeves, currently having - a tad defiantly - opted for pale spring green robes with a black mesh overlay, sleeves as usual* Oh, come on! All the other teachers let me attend classes with my sleeves pinned up, except for some like Crowley and Fenrir that let me skip the robes completely. There was absolutely no reason for me to think he'd object to them.

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Oh? Muggle deities have never been all that interesting for me. You would know much more about them than I. How is it that she actually became a goddess? What are the technical details?

I would never dream of plucking you, Ryuuji. You'd be petted instead.

He's more traditional than most. Regardless, you still read the books I offered you ~~when you weren't watching me~~ so you had enough information to handle the exam. Hopefully, that should score you some points. *fingers brush the back of Ryuuji's neck*

*wants to kiss him but doesn't dare in public*

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Technical details? *head cocked to a side, gives Tom a curious look* Eros is a god. He can confer immortality on anyone he chooses. I mean, my guess would be that he simply made her body immortal when he gave her those wings. Not that tearing off her wings would make her mortal, or anything, but I'm guessing they happened at the same time.

*adds thoughtfully* Or he gave her some of his blood. Drinking ichor - god blood- supposedly confers immortality if it's given willingly instead of taken by force. *laughs* Can you tell I used to be seriously into Greek Mythology as a kid? I'm not fond of religion, but I loved the stories. And what do you mean 'Muggle Deities'? Wizards have their own gods?

Petting I can deal with. Too bad peacocks don't sound more melodious.

*nods, leaning very slightly into the touch, liking to know that Tom's there* I did read the books, so the info in them came in handy. *doesn't add that he kinda was way flippant on some questions which probably knocked points off* Thank you again for warning me about those.

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Is that so? *files that choice bit of information away for later*

Then...good for her for getting Eros to fall in love with her, despite it being mainly due to his own accident with an arrow?

Wizards have ancestors, really. Not gods. It's hard to bother with gods and the like when you can do the same sort of magic they can. Flying, cursing, transfiguring, even Eros' job can be taken care of by means of several love potions. The thrill kind of wears off after awhile.

Then that's where you have one-upped the peacock.

You earned the knowledge. You didn't just ask for it or claimed it as your own. I find you very worthy and undemanding. No doubt it's also why my original likes you well enough.

Enjoying the other classes?

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Uh-huh. Gods can give away pretty much anything they like. *head tilt, then laughs* No! The cool part comes later. See, it was prophesized that Psyche wouldn't marry a human, so everyone thought it meant a monster because Apollo's Oracle said her husband would be "that terrible tyrant whose jurisdiction extends from heaven to hell", and she was dressed in mourning and dumped at the top of a mountain to wait for the monster. But Eros, who was supposed to shoot her and make her fall for a monster, was so amazed by her beauty that he messed up and fell for her instead, then whisked her away secretly so his mother wouldn't know about it. He kept her in a castle, but only ever came to her by night, so she didn't know she hadn't married a monster, and one day, she asked him to go home for a visit, so she did that, and her sisters talked her into tricking him when she returned - she lit an oil lamp while she was sleeping so that she could see his face, and saw that he wasn't a monster at all, but a most beautiful god.

And a drop of oil fell on him, so he awakened and was wrath with her for having not had faith in him, and left her. She then wandered the earth for ages, looking for him, and eventually got help from Hermes to make it up to Olympus where Aphrodite, Eros' mother, arrested her and told her she had to do three impossible tasks to prove her worth. She got those done, then got an extra one, to fetch water from the Fountain of Life in Hades' domain for Aphrodite.

She managed to get the water, but messed up once she was surface-side again by opening it so she could take a sip and be irresistably beautiful like Aphrodite except instead it knocked her out, and Eros had to break free of his guards - his jealous mother was keeping him prisoner - to descend and save her by waking her with his kiss.

*pauses, takes a deep breath and sighs, giving Tom a quick grin* And that's about the time she got made immortal because she had gone through all of that for love of him.

...Oh. Well, I guess that works. At least you don't need to worship your ancestors or sacrifice stuff to them.

*wicked smile* And if I'm a peacock, what are you? *suddenly remembers something* Oh yeah! I made you a squibject. Here! (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v127/sansmerci/TOM.jpg) *passes it over*

...I've forgotten to give Suneku his daily hug, but he seems a little busy drinking at the moment. I should probably wait until after the party.

Tons! I can't wait for advanced Charms, and the advanced DADA classes are awesome. *diplomatically doesn't mention the first one nearly made him sick* Potions rocks, obviously and Care of Magical Creatures wasn't bad either, though in the future, I probably ought to listen to Fenrir instead of just copying you. *sticks tongue out*

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*strides over, grinning from ear to ear* Ah, Ryuuji. *Got the name right, ergo = friend = no maiming at first reason* How are you?

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Pretty awesome, thanks. How about you?

*gestures at the couch he had been sitting on, making himself sit up properly and angle his body so he can easily divide his attention between Teatime and Tom*

Do you guys know each other? If not, Tom, this is Teh-ah-tim-eh. He's a Puff, but I've got no clue why. He'd make a better Slyth.

*returns Teatime's grin, slightly impishly* And Teh-ah-tim-eh, this is Tom. He's a Slyth, like me.

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I'm quite... *pause* ...decent. *eyes narrow for a second, but otherwise the Perfect Smiley-Pokerface remains straight*

Everyone says I'd be a decent Slytherin, but I'm not quite sure why that would be the case. I would guess that it was my loyalty to my friends that made the difference for my Sorting. *cocks head* And no, I don't believe I've ever really met Tom. *grin #14, i.e., the "hi-nice-to-meet-you" grin* Hi! I'm Teh-ah-tim-eh, as Ryuuji said. *PLEASE don't call me Teatime I'm not in the mood*

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*head tilt, slightly thoughtful look* You sure? Because that was a kinda worrying pause. The 'do I say something's wrong or do I wait until they find the dead bodies?' kinda pause.

*laughs, deliberately opting for the light-hearted act to drain anyway possible tension* And you'd make a good Slytherin because you're precise, controlled, goal-orientated and don't drink enough to make it into Ravenclaw.

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Why would someone wait for other people to--oh. Well, it's just recent events. Recent applicants, I should say.

I think I'm rather flattered. *beams* But I don't think those traits are all that rare in my House, either. ...all right, I suppose perhaps they are.

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*snickers slightly, giving him a sympathetic look* I was joking. And ah, really? *quickly runs through mental list* ...Which one?

*head tilt, quick grin* Since I meant it as a compliment, or rather, a string of compliments, I'd hope you'd be more complimented than flattered, but hey, whatever works.

And... *considers for a little* They are kinda rare. Especially the very precise manner in which you think. That's definitely more Ravenclaw or Slytherin than Puff.

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Susan Sto Helit. It's rather difficult for me to Sort her when I keep thinking about the situation in which I last departed from her prescence. And she makes me so upset, too.

Either works, I think, yes.

Well, I can't really determine why I was Sorted where I was - only suspect, and perhaps be a bit glad - but I can't say it isn't suiting my purpose. Perhaps the Hat had my long-term plans in mind.

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Good day, Mr. Teh-ah-tim-eh. It's a pleasure to meet you. *usual charming grin* I've heard of your recent appointment as Caretaker of this school and I daresay you'll do a better job of it than the previous owner of that position.

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Thank you very much, sir. I hope to do a good job at it, anyways.

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*listens, calculating up his options, in the end the knowledge takes a backseat to Ryuuji's next comment*

*blinks at the squibject* I..thank you. It's beautiful. *can't be arsed to consider why or how Ryuuji knew of the basilisk but..*

*to hell with propriety, kisses his cheek* I shall treasure it and use it with great prejudice!

I'm sure he'll appreciate it after the festivities. *wants to keep Ryuuji with him as it's quite warm and he's nearly in Ryuuji's lap, just has to get a little closer*

*carefully pockets his present* Either way, you got us a lot more points, of which I'm pleased about. We deserve to be in the lead. *feels better now that he's given in to that strange little urge*

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*slightly surprised at the kiss on the cheek, relatively glad that happened before Teatime came because THAT would blow their cover, but grins at him anyway*

Glad you like it, gorgeous. I figured that since I was making myself one, I ought to make you a squibject as well.

*glances over at Voldie* Assuming he's not so drunk that he falls over when I pounce him. Which might be fun to watch, though.

*laughs, utterly amused* Maybe so, but it was still weird to find out that I'd gone overboard. And hey, I gave Steerpike thirty points over one night, that ought to count for something! *doesn't mention he also earned thirty points for killing the Dalek*

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I'm touched. *is, surprisingly* Such lovely sentiment. *smile* From dining with politicians and watching lions eat people to giving me an object that will cause potential emotional trauma to another individual, I sometimes feel as though you were made for me.

*glances at his original* He'd be in a better mood if he's completely trashed. Although, from the looks of things, he already is in a better mood.

*blink* Thirty points? Why?

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*laughs* Arrogant much? And here I always that was my job.

*sticks tongue out playfully* How do you know that you weren't made for me?

*blinks at Voldie assualting Sluggy with a foam stick* ...I really, really wish I had something to record that with.

And I can't quite remember, since it was a pretty hectic night, but I think it was ten points for self-control, ten points for turning Nightwing gay - though technically, that was Eros' fault but like hell am I going to give Gryffindor points for something that went badly for Nightwing - and I can't remember what the last ten points were for.

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Not arrogant at all! Did it sound that way? Didn't mean it to. *still smiling and while it first looked out of place on him, it's now very...nice*

I wish I was. It would be...interes- *hand darts out, catching Ryuuji's tongue between his fingers* Hah! *lets it go*

*listening* Self-control? Oh. Nightwing was one who got shot then.

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