Open If Looks Could Kill

[Madlyn Ateara]

Madlyn couldn't believe it. She was in utter disbelief sitting one morning at the staff table while the usual chatter and gossip took place in the great hall. Students and professors alike falling into the same routine after time away with family and friends during the holiday break. It's one of Madlyn's favorite time when returning to Hogwarts, at least it was until she found out who the school let back to teach again. Temporarily, supposedly. TEMPORARILY! It had better be for a short time, or the part-giant of a woman didn't think she'd be able to contain herself for long. With both hands balled in a fist, Madlyn resist from tearing into that revolting face of his. Glancing over to Willow and then Linden, Madlyn uncoil her fingers. She can't, and won't let him get the best of her. At least not in front of her niece and nephew. That, however didn't soften her eyes whenever she did look his ways, if looks could kill, he would be dead. Rightfully so.

 

[Professor Angel Castillo]

Madlyn Ateara was not exactly someone Angel would think of as subtle, and today, sitting next to her, it was hard not to notice something was up. Glancing up and down the table, Angel tried to catch what might have caught her attention, glancing out at the house tables to see if maybe some student was making an ill-judged attempt to throttle and owl or something. When nothing proved obvious, Angel decided to find out the old fashion way, clearing his throat as he turned towards Madlyn. "Everything alright, Madlyn?" He asked her brightly, doing a quick mental inventory to make sure it wasn't him who'd managed to get on her bad side. Last thing he needed was a furious half-giant after him cause he'd let the snarglauff eat a niffler or something.

 

[Madlyn Ateara]

Madlyn turns to the voice that questioned her, the part-giantess blinks down with brows furrowed. "Hau, Angel," she would greet him. Not in the greatest mood to normally greet a person. It was a greeting nevertheless. "I'm...fine. It's a little crowded at the staff table, but fine," the former Gryffindor's gaze fell over to her full plate of food. Fluffy pancakes stacked as a small tower with syrup dripping down on all sides. It smelled good on any other day. Today, she didn't smell it. She wouldn't smell it and appreciate the syrupy fluffiness that are pancakes. Her appetite was not present today.

*Hau, Sioux Hello

 

[Professor Angel Castillo]

Angel nodded a few times as Madlyn simply said the table was too crowded, taking a bite of his own breakfast. "Anyone in particular crowding you today?" He asked breezily, pointedly keeping the conversation light. It'd be a lie to say he didn't want to pry into whatever was making Madlyn's face that livid, but Angel was particularly interested in having and half-giant rage turned on him because he got too nosy before she'd had her morning coffee or something like that.

 

[Madlyn Ateara]

Madlyn snatched the fork that was in reach and drove it right in the middle of the pancake tower. It went straight to the bottom, pinning the stack all together now. "Well, I could tell you...but...it wouldn't be fun if you don't guess...," Madlyn answers, deflecting the attention away. Or, doing the exact opposite by that response.