Prompt Post No. 15
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...How about them being the teachers?
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Wouldnt Arthur make a fabulous DADA teacher? (and/or a Quidditch Coach)
Cobb would teach legilimency, Mal could teach fortune telling(or be a castle ghost lol)
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Arthur kept one eye on Ariadne, scribbling across from him, and the other on the door to the staff lounge. Any second now. Any second…
“Would you stop doing that?” she snapped. “It’s creepy.”
“Sorry,” Arthur said automatically, not stopping at all.
“What are you doing, anyway?” she asked, pushing pages full of complicated squiggles away from her and leaning back in her chair. “Besides staring at me, obviously. Shouldn’t you be grading those essays? I know they were due last Friday; my fifth years were moaning for weeks about what a complete arse you are.”
“I just know,” Arthur mused, not taking his eyes off the door, “That the second I touch those papers, he’s going to walk in.”
He did not miss the way Ariadne rolled her eyes. “Oh, him,” she said theatrically. “I swear, you two are worse than the third years. Why don’t you just shag and move on ( ... )
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Outside the window.
On a broomstick.
“Professor Eames,” Arthur most definitely did not growl. He was a professional, not one of the fifteen-year-olds he was currently teaching. Which is also why he definitely did not notice the way Eames’ thighs gripped the broomstick. “Is there something I can help you with? I am mid-lesson.”
“Just wanted to pop in and see your charming visage, Arthur darling - oh, I mean, Professor.” Eames smirked. “I know you do like your professionalism, pet. Oh, damn, there I go again ( ... )
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By the second week, Arthur was keeping an eye on the window for a glimpse of Eames’ ridiculous parrot clutching a letter. He refused to admit that he was possibly missing the other man.
By the third week, he became convinced something had happened to Eames.
By the end of the fourth week, he broke down and Flooed Yusuf.
To say Yusuf was not pleased to find Arthur’s head in his fireplace was an understatement. “It is not even August yet,” he growled when he answered, clad only in a towel. “Circe’s tits, what could you possibly have to complain to me about ( ... )
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He did, however, book a Portkey to France.
He pounded on Eames’ door for five minutes before the man bothered to answer. When he did, his hair was a mess, he was shirtless, and he looked like he hadn’t slept in a week.
He was the best thing Arthur had ever seen.
“Um,” Arthur said, for lack of anything better that came to mind. “Yusuf said I should apologize. For being a little twat.”
Eames looked uncomfortable. “Yeah, well, it’s my fault. Sorry for pulling your metaphorical pigtails too hard, Arthur. Good day.”
He tried to close the door, but Arthur stuck his arm in. “Yusuf said I should write to you,” Arthur elaborated. “I didn’t have to come all this way ( ... )
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Eames looked confused. “Are you saying you want to kill me?”
“I’m saying I want to lick your tattoos,” Arthur said. “Oh, and your cock.”
EXPIRES FROM LAUGHTER AND JOY.
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Also, I loved ghost Mal. Such a perfect detail!
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Also, the classes you had everyone teaching were perfect.
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