Thinking of you (Guinevere)

[tristian.lee.bryant]

Tristian smiled lightly as his owl soared into the air. He sighed as the owl dropped his mail on his desk and then took off towards the Owlry. He looked through his mail, all of a sudden his heart skipped a beat. His eyes landed on the letter, the dreaded cupid letter had come in the mail. He sighed and flipped it over to open it so he could read the contents.

His min raced as he looked at the girl's name he was destined to be with. Her name was Guinevere Erin Flynn, she was a seventh year in Gryffendor. His mind raced, how was he suppossed to be destined with a seventh year. Granted he was only twenty one but it was still wierd. He knew she wouldn't even show up to the cupid hall to meet with him. Who would want to even date a professor? He sighed as he pushed the letter aside so he could work on some classwork. His mind didn't concentrate on making his course work up. He sighed and picked the letter back up again. His eyes scanned the paper trying to make sense of the paper. He sighed and looked out the window.

He looked back at the letter and then decided he needed to get ready to go to the stupid cupid hall, where he would be stood up by one of HIS students. He would lose all respect from his coworkers, and of course his students. He was lost in absolute confusion. Not sure on how this was all going to turn out. His emind wandered as he tried to think about what this girl even looked like. His eyes widned as he thought of the beautiful red head girl in the common room. Her green eyes and soft voice. He knew her immediately. He shook his thoughts of the girl away. He didn't understand why cupid wanted to torture him like this.

She reminded him of a girl he was in love with at school, But one day she got matched and he was left out like yesterdays trash. His mind pushed out these meaning less thoughts as he stood up. His mind and memories were the enemy right now. He was in a trance when he came back to. he needed to get changed and off towards the cupids hall to meet his match. His very young beautiful match.

He sighed as he stood up and walked over to his closet to get changed. He smiled lightly as he put on his black suit. He pulled on his red tie and then his black scuff proof shoes. He smiled lightly and walked out of his apartment. He knew he needed to go find her a flower before he walked to the cupid's hall to meet her. He smiled lightly and walked over to the herbology garden and browsed the flower lightly.

He knew they were off limits to students but no one ever mentioned they were off limits to the professors. He smiled brightly and grabbed a medium sized yellow and brown sunflower and smiled. They were his favorites so he was sure she would like them as well. It wasn't as cliche as giving her a red or white rose. He smiled and walked towrds the cupid hall now more nervous then ever. He just wanted to get away and hide from all of this nonsense. But he knew he had to face the music at some point in time. He sighed as he slowly reached the hall. He skimmed the numbers and found the door.

He walked into the room and stood there waiting for the girl he was meant to be with.

[guinevere.erin.flynn]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! Gwen had spent a good thirty minutes staring at her letter, trying to wrap her head around what it said. guinevere, the time has come for you to meet your match. your destiny and your fate will be waiting for you in room 118. your match is tristian bryant;3000 -Cupid p.s.- don't forget to wear a dress. Tristain Bryant. Known to her as Professor Bryant. Also known as her Muggle Studies professor, oh and have we said the head of her house? He was her match. As one might imagine, Gwen’s mind was blown, and not necessarily in a good way. Don’t get her wrong, it could have been worse. She could have been matched with someone she hated or with a complete ass, and Professor Bryant didn’t fall into either category. It was just…weird. After all, he was still her professor. Her rather attractive professor, who made Muggle Studies actually interesting to her, a girl who had been exposed to magic her whole life, and planned on becoming a wandmaker. The redhead leaned her head back, string at the ceiling of the common room. The Gryffindor common room was, as usual, a swirling vortex of chaos, but Gwen really didn’t notice. It was all just white noise in the background of her racing mind. Would he even show up? He was probably laughing at the letter, shaking his head. Why would he want to be with his student? Granted, she was a seventh year, and would be out of Hogwarts at the end of the year. Not that the schooling would be over for her after that. Oh no. She was then going to be the apprentice of a wandmaker, so she could learn the trade that had captured her heart. And after that, she wanted to travel and learn from more wandmakers so that she might absorb their expertise. Would he want to wait that long for her? Not that he really had a choice. Cupid was serious business, man. He didn’t take kindly to having his matches ignored. Tristain had about as much choice in the matter as Gwen did- that is to say, not much. You know. Unless he wanted to die. Honestly, Gwen had hoped that, against all odds, she would never be matched. Or that if she was, it would be to one of her friends. They already knew her and all her quirks and habits, and they loved her anyway. It would be easy to be stuck with them for the rest of her life. Like she wasn’t already. Oh, and how the hell was she going to tell them about this? Or her parents for that matter? ‘Oh, hey, hum and dad! Guess what? I got matched to my professor! Isn’t that just splendid?’ Yeah, no. Her dad would be enraged. You know Godzilla? He would look downright peaceful compared to Aiden Flynn in a rage. And her mom… Gwen shuddered. Oh, yeah. That would not be a pleasant experience. Gwen lifted her head to look at the clock, and then sighed. Time to get ready for the fun to begin. She trudged up to her dorm, trying to figure out what exactly she would wear. As it turned out, her choice was easy. She only had one dress that she felt was formal enough for the occasion. Pulling her hair into a messy bun, Gwen looked at herself. She touched the locket around her neck. She was struck by just how much she looked like her grandmother when she was young. According to the photos Gwen had of her grandmother, anyway. A few minutes later, Gwen was walking down the hall to where her match awaited her. Hopefully. Assuming he hadn’t blown it off, and take to chances. But, much to her surprise, when she opened the door, Tristain was there. “Hello,” Gwen greeted, as the door shut behind her. “Erm…should I call you professor or Tristan or what?” And slowly, Gwen could feel the awkwardness in the room rise. 669 WORDS , JAZZY/TRISTAIN , OUTFIT , FAIL POST, FTW?!

table by california dreaming @ caution 2.0

[tristian.lee.bryant]

Tirstian's mind raced as the time ticked closer and closer for her to be there. He looked around the room, not much he could use for topic of discussion. He sighed, he wasn't to good at this kind of thing. Sure he had girlfriends when he was in school but this was one of his students. He shook off his thoughts and sighed. He was not in a very good mood and just wanted to go away and disappear.

He looked at the door and then back towards the floor. He was nervous and wanted so bad for this not to be akward. He sighed as he heard a click and the saw the door swing open. He looked at the girl standing in the doorway. She looked stunning and he was slightly even mor nervous then before. He looked at her as she spoke. He looked at her when she questioned what she should call him. He hadn't even thought about that. He knew he needed to buy himself some time and had to think quick. His mind raced as he thought about an escape route. Not trying to get out of this room just trying to get out of the question.

"Hello Guinevere. You look lovely tonight."

He sighed lightly and turned his face away from her's. It was extremly akward being alone in this room with his student. He had to admit he had a very strong attraction to this girl but it wasn't normal. It wasn't accepted and he was not allowed to like her yet alone fall in love with her. His eyes looked around the room and then looked over at her. He walked a little closer to her and held his hand out lightly as in a gesture to shake her hand. he wasn't quite sure how to do this.

So he figured the best bet would be to start fresh and become friends instead of student/teacher. His eyes looked into hers and sent a shiver down his spine. He couldn't believe that it had come down to this. He was alone in a room with the girl he was destined to be with and this girl was his student. She wasn't even any student she was in his class and in his house. He sighed and then his eyes darted away after a few seconds of staring at hers lightly.

"You can Call me Tristian, or Tris. Doesn't matter to me."

He waited for her to take his hand so that they could shake. He then retracted his hand. He wasn't quite certian what to do in this situation. He sighed lightly and then stepped a little closer and smiled brightly. He was confused and looked brightly at her. She was extremly pretty and wanted to know what she thought of him. She probably thought he was crazy. She wondered what she was thinking and why she was even here in the first place. He sighed lightly and then stopped where he was. He looked lightly at her and sighed.

"This is only slightly akward. What are we suppossed to do? Hug, shake hands? I dunno"

[guinevere.erin.flynn]

there's a fire starting in my heart

reaching a fever pitch and it's bringing me out the dark

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,10,true][atrb=style,background-image: url('http://i53.tinypic.com/wb98wn.jpg');,true] ROLLING IN THE DEEP ! This was awkward. Incredibly, incredibly awkward. Which was to be expected, all things considered. And, hey, if they could work past this awkward stage, things could only get better, right? And Cupid knew what he was doing when he matched the two of them, right? Of course he did. He wouldn’t match up two people who were simply incompatible. All relationships required work, was all. Or, at least, that’s what her mother had always told her. And, as matriarch will gladly tell you, mothers are always right. Even when they’re wrong, they are right. Gwen could barely keep the wince off of her face when he called her ‘Guinevere’. It wasn’t that she hated her name; it was that she hated the figure it was attached to. People could say all the great things about King Arthur’s queen that they wanted. The fact was that by messing around with Lancelot, she caused Arthur’s death, and the breaking of both Arthur and Lancelot’s hearts. Not cool. Gwen would need to explain this to him later. “Thanks. You look great tonight as well. Not that you don’t always look great. I mean, not that I look, or anything. Um…I’m just going to stop talking now.” ‘Goood job, Flynn. You just made yourself sound ten times creepier than you actually are.’ Normally, Gwen wasn’t like this. She typically didn’t have an awkward or shy bone in her body. She was that girl who could walk up to any given person on the street and strike up a conversation. She had a tendency to ramble, but that was okay. Most people just cut her off eventually. So this awkward thing was new for her. But she just couldn’t act like she normally did. It was like the filter between her brain and her mouth was gone, and she was just blurting out random stuff. It was not amusing. It took a while for it to register why exactly he was holding out his hand. When it finally did, Gwen did shake his hand. “Okay, Tristain.” That made some of the tension in the room. She returned his smile with one of her own. ‘He has a nice smile,’ she thought absentmindedly. “You can call me Gwen, if you want.” She wouldn’t make him. Sure, she preferred Gwen, but if he wanted to call her Guinevere, she’d suck it up and get used to it. It wasn’t that big of a deal. Gwen stood her ground as he moved closer to her. And then his statement, which basically summed it all up made her burst out with laughter. “Yeah. It is a little awkward. And what do we do in this particular situation? I don’t think there’s really a guide book for it. You know, with two students or two professors, it’s pretty much straight forward. Meet, get to know each other, get married, all that jazz. But in our particular situation, it is, like, ten times more awkward. And I’m rambling again,” she said, after she managed to compose herself. She gave him another smile. “Now, let’s try this again, shall we? Hello, Tristain. I’m Gwen Flynn, your match. And how are you on this fabulous evening?” 669 WORDS , JAZZY/TRISTAIN , OUTFIT , FAIL POST, FTW?!

table by california dreaming @ caution 2.0

[tristian.lee.bryant]

Tristian let out a big smile as she started rambling. He never realized how cute she really was. He could get over the fact that she was a student. She was only five years younger then him. Its not like she was a whole decade younger. He smiled brightly and looked at her lightly. She was beautiful and he knew she was. There was no doubt the attraction that was starting to grow for this young girl. He smiled brightly as he waited for to finish her first little ramble. She then said she was going to stop talking and he sighed. He loved her voice.

"Well I feel honored that you think i always look good. Just so you know your rambles are adorable just like you."

He paused, he had just made this moment ten times more akward by calling her adorable. He sighed. He really didn't care what kind of situation this had become. The thing was they were destined and he could now see why this cupid fellow matched him with this young lady. She was cool and beautiful and sweet and loved to ramble just like him. He smiled towards her, he wished he could just tell her everything was going to be perfect. He knew they were suppossed to be a forbidden 'love' but boy was he slowly falling for this girl.

"Gwen, What a beautiful name for a beautiful girl. Although i'm not to fond of the name Guinevere but i have my reasons. I love the reneisance times."

He realized he was rambling and knew that she didn't care about stupid muggle stuff. He sighed and looked around the room. It was cute, it had a couch, a lamp, and a rug. Just enough stuff to make people feel comfortable. Yeah comfortable that was the absolute opposite then what he was feeling right now. He sighed and looked around then back at her. He wasn't sure how to make this situation less akward. He could think of tons he could say to make it more akward. He smiled at his thoughts and then he was shot to her words. He laughed as she spoke.

"Well Gwen why don't we act like two students, or two professors. Gwen I do not want this to be akward. I just want us to be friends and maybe more. I would like to try to get to the part where we can possibly be open with each other. I like you I do but i don't want you to feel uncomfortable."

He sighed realizing he was speaking way to much. He sighed really just pouring everything out on the line. He hoped it wouldn't scare her that he basically just told her that he eventually wanted to be with her. He wondered if he had made a mistake in the previous sentence. His mind was racing and he was more nervous then ever. He didn't want her to just bolt out of there. He wanted her to stay and needed her to stay. He didn't feel like a death threat from cupid. His week had gone sour and now that he was in the same room with this beautiful girl who he might just be screwing up any chance in this world with her. He sighed as she suggested they start over again.

"Hello Gwen, I am glad you are my match and I hope you feel the same. I am doing wonderful now. How are you on this wondorus occasion?"