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The wait was very short lived.

Fuuuuuck.

Fianna cringed. "Skytherin? Jeez, that did [i]not[/i] go according to plan. I declare a mistrial." She told the sorting hat with a firm pout of her lip. She couldn't believe he was sorted into Slytherin. She had hoped his new role didn't somehow affect the hat's sorting ability. But she could only accept her fate now, whatever it happened to be. "Well the rivalry has died down over the past few years if I'm honest. People are finally starting to see that not everyone sorted into Slytherin is some crazy killer dark wizard." Fianna replied. As he looked to her and moved closer, she folded her arms across her chest, staring him down, her jaw set. 

"So...what do you want?" She asked. Gabrial moved closer and closer, his words coming out of lips rather carefully. She raised a brow as his lips moved to her ears. She had have a mind to smack him upside the head for being so bold. When the words reached her ears, she made a gagging noise. "Noooo no no no no." She whined. Physical labor? What hell had she stepped into? Was she looking into the eyes of the devil himself? Fianna slouched her shoulders and gaped at the other teacher. "Seriously? You couldn't be like every other bloke and ask for a blowjob?"

Running may as well be one of the tasks for the Tri-Wizard Tournament in her personal endless hell.

Fianna lightly fumed as she glanced toward the exit, now suddenly starving now that the brief mystery had been solved. "Yeah yeah yeah." The Irish woman huffed as she headed back out into the main part of the school with the white haired devil. She turned around. "Ya knoooow I just remembered: I don't really have anything to wear running. I guess when I was employed at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, I didn't think to bring jogging pants. Shame. Guess our little date is canceled." She smirked to him, turning around to walk backwards so she could face him as she headed toward The Great Hall, her hands hooking behind her head casually.