Recent content by Professor Mallory Grayveson

Mallory Grayveson Charms 1-4

Mallory was ready for today's lesson, sure it would prove to be interesting for her third years. She was wearing powder blue robes today, Aster’s dotted throughout her mahogany braid. She smiled warmly at her students as they filed into class. She stood from her desk, running her fingers gently...

Mallory was sometimes surprised by how much she loved this job. Even with the crankier kids, she just loved being here, loved teaching them. She was always looking forward to lessons. She smiled, humming as she adjusted her robes, a lilac today, with a little sprig of lilacs to match tucked into...

Mallory was pleased to see she remembered each students’ name as they came into class, smiling fondly at the lot of them. “Good morning, my dears,” She greeted when everyone was seated, standing from her desk. Her mahogany hair was wrapped in a braided bun, small pink flowers dotting her hair to...

Mallory was both relieved and nervous to be back. She had set up the classroom again the way she liked, giving it a quick cleaning that morning before arranging her desk. Amara was curled up with Maxim underneath her large oak desk, fast asleep as well (as if she'd gone and spelled all her...

Mallory was both relieved and nervous to be back. She had set up the classroom again the way she liked, giving it a quick cleaning that morning before arranging her desk. Amara was curled up with Maxim underneath her large oak desk, fast asleep as well (as if she'd gone and spelled all her...

Mallory was both relieved and nervous to be back. She'd spoken to Sam, and between the few days Peter spent with his father and the babysitting her fellow Professor offered, Mallory'd gotten several of her lessons covered. She had set up the classroom again the way she liked, giving it a quick...

Mallory had a small book of poetry as she sat at the staff table, nibbling slowly on her lunch as she read. She blinked when a student approached, drawing her from her thoughts. She smiled softly. "Hello, Miss St. James," She greeted warmly, sliding her book aside. "Did you really? Oh, that's so...

Mallory smiled. "Thank you, my dear," She accepted the rose, looking at the note. She chuckled, before looking to the boy. "Mr. Flynn, yes? Would you care for a snack to take with you, or a cup of tea?" She asked, waving to the snack station she had on hand for any visiting students.

Mallory was curled up on her couch, her legs under her and a blanket over her with baby bump nicely covered up. She was scribbling out name ideas when she heard the knock on her door. She set her notebook aside with her tea on the night table beside her and readjusted. "Come in," She called...

Mallory blinked. "Your step dad?" She asked. Sapphire hadn't mentioned a step father in the letter she'd recieved. "Is he here at the school?" She tried to go over Professors in her mind, but the best that did was tell her who it wasn't. She shook her head- trying to clear it. Finley would tell...

Mallory sipped her tea, listening to Ignacio talk. She nodded along to his words. "I can only imagine." She murmured. "It'll be so long before my little Peter is walking these halls himself. I just don't know yet who he'll be, what sort of adventures he'll have. Or if he'll be upset with me as...

Mallory let the boy speak, putting on the kettle. When he seemed to have finished getting his thoughts in order she gave him a gentle smile and motioned again for him to sit. "Please don't diminish yourself, Mr. Albertson. We all learn at our own pace. Honestly, that is part of what got me into...

Mallory looked up when she heard a familiar voice. She smiled at the man, motioning for him to join her. "Hello, Ignacio," She greeted, sipping on her tea. "It's lovely to see you. My semester is going well so far, how is yours?" She asked him, shifting to a more comfortable position. She was...

Mallory nodded. Ah, pets. They were adorable and pesky and worth every bit of love poured into them. She chuckled softly at his words. "Oh, I'm not offering to babysit you," She countered. "I feel like you'll grow more on your own without me hovering. But just to appease your father, and to...