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Post by Nancy Thompson on Mar 3, 2024 4:06:08 GMT
Characters Appearing: Freddy Krueger & Nancy Thompson Location (s): Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts Alternate Universe Previous Thread Name.: None, canon divergent Plot Summary.: Set in the late 1980s: Nancy is haunted by recurring nightmares of a shadowy figure intent on her demise. Desperate for answers, she turns to a trusted divination teacher, Freddy, from her Ilvermorny days for guidance. Meanwhile, as she delves into cold cases involving missing children, she uncovers a disturbing pattern of recent disappearances. Beneath Mr. Krueger's benevolent exterior lurks a sinister secret, revealing that there is more to him than meets the eye.
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Post by Nancy Thompson on Mar 3, 2024 4:07:27 GMT
As the young woman crossed the threshold into Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, a torrent of memories engulfed her. The majestic castle looming before her, the ethereal whispers of magic permeating the air, and the profound sense of returning home after a prolonged absence stirred within her a potent blend of nostalgia and exhilaration.
Five years had passed since her graduation, a period during which her life as a student had been brimming with adventures, friendships, and challenges that had molded her into the formidable witch she had become. Subsequently, she had embarked on a new chapter by joining the esteemed ranks of the Auror Office, dedicated to combating dark forces and preserving law and order in the wizarding realm.
Nevertheless, destiny had orchestrated her return to the very site where her magical journey had commenced. A particular professor from her formative years at such an esteemed school had been summoned at her behest, leaving her with no time for procrastination before their meeting. Strolling through the familiar corridors, a wave of reminiscences flooded her mind—visions of engaging classes, exhilarating Quidditch matches, and heartfelt late-night discussions with cherished friends. At last, she arrived at his office and rapped gently on the door. With a creak, she pushed it ajar, unveiling a figure within.
Nancy leaned casually against the doorway of the empty classroom, exuding confidence in her ensemble - a beige turtleneck paired with a chic checked blazer, layered over a stylish plaid button-down shirt that was neatly tucked into her denim bottoms. With her hands laced together and her shoulders lifted in a cheerful shrug, she entered the room, her expression transforming into a sheepish smile that revealed her pearly whites.
Raising her bushy brown eyebrows in surprise, Nancy let out a delighted sound upon confirming the man's identity. "Well, If it isn't everyone's favorite Uncle Freddy," she chuckled warmly, "You haven't aged a day over twenty-six." Her voice carried genuine warmth as she continued, "God. It's so wonderful to see you again."
She decided to delay broaching the purpose of her visit immediately, savoring the moment of reunion with her endearingly goofy professor and relishing the genuine sense of belonging that enveloped her. "I hope I'm not interrupting anything important," she greeted kindly, mindful of the short notice despite the private letter she had dispatched via owl. "But I come bearing a little something to make it worth your while," she continued light-heartedly, offering him a steaming cup of coffee. "I thought we both could use this to get through the day.”
After such a prolonged absence, she refrained from embracing him as she typically would have, mindful of the time that had elapsed. Nonetheless, her radiant expression made it abundantly clear just how overjoyed she was to be reunited with him once more while still maintaining a form of respect for his personal space.
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Post by Freddy Krueger on Mar 3, 2024 6:43:03 GMT
If anyone at all were looking for him at that moment, the seasoned professor could be found poring over various pages of documents. The quill strokes of his students splashed over the parchment before him as nimble fingers sifted between them. He wasn't reading any of it, though it may have appeared so. No, behind those eyes, Professor Krueger's thoughts sprawled over the concept of his nearing visitor. Yes, he had received her letter. He'd even sent one back. Though, he wasn't sure if that irregular owl of his had successfully delivered it. Sometimes to Freddy, the modern postal service seemed like one of the few Muggle innovations that he could respect.
He had already foreseen his former student's arrival, her reaching out, and he even had an idea as to what she wanted to discuss with him. The Divination professor taught sixth years at Ilvermorny, the great North American magical school that had been around since the seventeenth century. It was an honor being a teacher, to sculpt young impressionable minds. He specialized in Dream Interpretation. Everybody sleeps. And everybody dreams. As a matter of fact, Professor Krueger had become quite adept at analyzing dreams. So much so that his former student, Miss Thompson, was undoubtedly coming to seek assistance in finding the meaning of her own dreams.
He knew that because he had dreamed it himself. "Nancy." His greeting was accompanied by an indescribable warmth toward the creature before him. She looked just as determined and thirsty for knowledge at that moment as she did the last time he saw her. Shortly before she took the job as an Auror.
The old man gingerly brushed off her compliments. The one about his age. The young woman was being polite, the reality of his age noted by the grey hairs that invaded the space where much younger strands once grew. He knew she meant it, though. She really was sweet. She'd always been.
"It's good to see you again, Nance." Freddy's words laced with a crypticity that was almost signature to him. "I had a feeling I'd be seeing you soon." He smiled, standing to his feet from behind his desk to greet the woman properly with a handshake. "Looks like I was right."
He gave her a knowing smile as he took his seat behind the desk once again, gesturing with his hands for her to take a seat across from him to explain her reason for coming to meet with him. When she offered the coffee, he let out a friendly chuckle and gladly accepted the cup, bringing it slowly up to his nose to inhale the intoxicating aroma of its contents.
"Oh, I don't know, Nancy." Freddy let out a breath, a sigh, a laugh, a combination. "You know if I drink this, I'll never sleep again." He was joking as he took his first sip, the scolding liquid pooling into his mouth as he carefully ingested it.
"So," the professor started, leaning back a bit in his chair, never taking his eyes off of her. "What is you wanted to speak with me about, hm?" He had a good idea of what she had for him, but he would take away her opportunity to pitch it, for she had traveled a long way. And he would have preferred hearing it from her anyway.
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Post by Nancy Thompson on Mar 4, 2024 0:52:56 GMT
"You can't sleep on it now," she teased with a grin, "it's already too late. I went ahead and got it for you, so you'll just have to enjoy it." His former student shook her head and couldn't help but chuckle at his concern. It was only daytime after all; he would be just fine—a little coffee never hurt anyone. It was the very same brew that fueled her late-night study sessions and powered her through the days ahead. But, perhaps, fancier and shop-bought. "Can't a girl catch up with an old friend?" she chirped, her pleasant demeanor belying her readiness for much more than simple small talk. It appeared he was familiar with her no-nonsense attitude, always preferring to get straight to the point. Appreciating this, she abandoned the theatrics and settled into the chair he gestured towards. As she took a sip from her cup, a hint of weariness crept onto her face, manifesting in a moment of contemplation before she glanced down at the floor, unsure of how to explore the topic at hand. She lowered her voice and sighed, showing all the signs of a nagging worry. “I was hoping to chat with you about something that's been bothering me for ages. Maybe you could help me out with your…skills. My parents keep saying it's just stress from work, mostly my dad, but deep down, I feel it might be something more serious..." She gazed up at his bright eyes, searching for a way to articulate her thoughts as she gestured to another vague point. "A sign? A premonition?" she breathed half-exasperatedly. However, before she could continue, the joyful voices of a spirited crowd echoed from the distant courtyard, singing in unison. Their voices carried through the crisp cool air, "Oh, Ilvermorny-Massachusetts! We choo-choose it! We choo-choose it! The wizard school supreme!" The enchanting melody drifted through the glass windows, causing Nancy to fall silent, turning her head with wide eyes and a smile once more. She knew that prior and sometimes during the game, if people were enthused enough, they’d sing the school anthem with pride. The moment of touching whimsy abruptly ended when a boy from the outside lost control of his flying broom and pressed the quod to his chest due to sheer stubbornness of letting go and crashed into the window before singing the remainder of the lyrics against the glass in an almost animated manner, “Your castle walls, they kept us safe. The days with you, a dream…” Before he could dislodge himself completely from the window, the ball in his grasp exploded, prompting him to exclaim, "Oh, shit! Oh, fuck! Oh, fuckity fuck, fuck, fuck! Uh, hi there, Mr. Krueger! If you caught all that, please don’t give me detention! I really want to stay for the next match! Oh—Oh, crap! I'm gonna fall!" He was promptly rescued from the clutches of gravity as two of his friends, cackling with glee, swooped in to pull him off the wayward broom and guide him to safety. Nancy's heart raced as she hurried to the window where the boy had crashed. As she arrived, a wave of relief washed over her seeing the two children swiftly moving him to safety. "Oh, thank goodness. He's safe," she exclaimed, placing a hand over her heart. Despite her relief, a tinge of irritation lingered from the incident. "I'm one of those who think quodpot and that European game, quidditch, should be banned in all schools. They're just too risky. Remember what happened to poor Tina that time?" Oh. She decided to change the subject of the conversation. Nancy thought she was getting off course. "You must think I'm such a nag," she chuckled. "I'm starting to understand where my dad was coming from. It's probably just my nerves acting up.”
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Post by Freddy Krueger on Mar 4, 2024 5:12:56 GMT
As the young woman began to explain the focus of her quest, Freddy's knowing eyes gleamed at her from just above the coffee cup that he tilted against his lips. So, he had deduced correctly, of course. For what other reason would Ms. Thompson require the expertise of the psuedo-famed dream interpreting wizard?
"As you should well know...." He started, in response to Nancy's uncertainty regarding her premonitions. "A dream is never just a dream."
Krueger could also hear the rumblings of the exhilarated students out in the exteriors of the school building. Riled up by sport, they sang an all too familiar jingle until one of the sporting lads would run into the window of his classroom with a thud. Then a slight explosion which shook the glass hard enough to cause a crack to slither across the pane. He gave the student a look, expressing loving disappointment, but no action would be required on his part. The young man appeared sorry enough. "10 points from Thunderbird if I hear that sort of language come out of your mouth again, Mr. Sullivan." Krueger gave the boy a tilt of his head as he peered over at him from above the frames of his spectacles just before the child disappeared from the window, falling toward the ground. This did not seem to faze Freddy whatsoever as he turned his head to inspect the damage on his window. The professor then slipped his wand expertly from the pocket of his blazer and flicked it toward the window, casually muttering a brisk 'Reparo' causing the window to return to the exact secured condition that the glass had been in before the sputtering adolescent had broken it. "You're hardly a 'nag,' Nancy." Freddy chuckled, finally returning his full attention to the female across from him. "You're a bright witch, kid." He took another sip of his coffee. "Don't sweat this kind of stuff, I'm definitely here to help you with whatever you may need of me."
"Now about this dream...."
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Post by Nancy Thompson on Mar 7, 2024 20:43:11 GMT
Interpreting her communication without the need for a more direct confirmation, he seemed to guess her issue so smoothly and thus eased her apprehension. He knew what she meant all along. His undeniable mastery garnered the respect and admiration of all who encountered him, drawn to his remarkable guidance. Briefly averting her gaze to her lap before locking eyes with him again beneath lowered lashes, she softly responded, "Yes," her voice reminiscent of a gentle whispering breeze.
She hesitated, her reluctance palpable.
“It’s not your typical nightmare scenario, you know, like the classic showing-up-to-school-in-your-underwear kind," she murmured, rolling her eyes delightfully. "If only it were that simple, I wouldn't be here bothering you with my troubles."
Nancy frowned and continued, despite the downward spiral of her light-heartedness and humor, "They're darker, scarier... just thinking about them creeps me out all over again. Such dreams appear when I sleep too deeply, but I can never see this guy’s face, only those finger knives — something he must have made himself.”
She was overwhelmed by the vividness of everything, even within the confines of her dreams. "He's made his intentions quite clear," she remarked dryly, her voice tapering off. "He..." Her throat constricted slightly as she mustered a wry smile, finding the absurdity almost painful. "He makes bad things happen.”
Thompson found herself unable to resist the urge to rise from her chair and retreat back to the window, resembling a caged bird as she turned away from him. The mere act of discussing it shouldn't have stirred up such intense nerves within her, and she couldn't help but acknowledge how irrational she felt. Wrapping her arms around herself, she rubbed them in a self-soothing manner, her expression sullen. Despite being bundled up in layers of clothing, an inexplicable chill crept over her as if a snowstorm had swept through the room.
Her present demeanor might have brought to mind the mental imagery of the little girl with frizzy hair in the pink cardigan becoming more pronounced, draped in a uniform robe that seemed a size too large for her slender frame so long ago. But she was older now and dressed just a bit more fashionably this time around. The fears that plagued the former Pukwudgie student appeared straight out of her darkest nightmares, persisting far beyond what should have been the norm. Rationalizing them as mere dreams proved challenging; she refused to belittle her own intelligence. Intuitively, she sensed that something was amiss.
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Post by Freddy Krueger on Mar 9, 2024 2:08:41 GMT
Typical of the particularly bright student, Nancy began her pitch with a joke, but it wasn't long before the topic became much more heavy. He could see it in her face as she continued to describe the visions that had been troubling her. She made this series of nightmares sound truly terrifying. He listened on with genuinely curious intent, perhaps just to hear her point of view on the subject that he was all too familiar with.
When she mentioned the man in the dream, a subtle grin tugged at the corners of the professor's lips. When she made note of 'finger knives,' the man's eyes calmly descended to the locked drawer beneath the surface of his desk. The young woman rose from her chair to wander over to the window. Shortly after, he stood and joined her.
"Ms. Thompson," The teacher began warmly. "In my many years of study, the singular fact about dreams that I have found to be true in every scenario..." He placed a steady hand upon the female's shoulder with the intention of calming her. It was clear to him that even recalling these dreams had led her mind back into a dark place.
"...is that they are very real."
He had taught many students over the course of his career, the girl standing in front of him easily being one of his favorites. Of course he would do everything in his power to help her overcome this almost crippling fear. The man turned back toward his desk to promptly retrieve a leather-bound textbook from the bookcase on the back wall. He plopped the book upon his desk, brushing a layer of dust from its hard cover.
"According to Imago's 'The Dream Oracle,' dream interpretation is considered one of the most important means of divining your future." He said, opening the book to almost the exact page upon which that quote came from, having read the book several times, both as a student and during his tenure as a professor.
He turned his head toward Nancy again and slowly started his pace back toward her.
"So, tell me..." He peered down at her through his glasses, pushing them back up onto their proper place along the bridge of his nose. "...What do you see in your future?"
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Post by Nancy Thompson on Mar 13, 2024 14:21:12 GMT
Nancy listened attentively, acknowledging his comforting hand on her shoulder with a reassuring squeeze, soundlessly assuring him that she would be fine and expressing gratitude for his kindness and insight. Her touch, though fleeting, exuded warmth and appreciation before her hand gracefully returned to her side.
She waited expectantly for him to reveal that his earlier statement about dreams being real was simply a jest. However, as the moment lingered and the clarification never arrived, her concern deepened. Throughout their time, she had always known him to be a trustworthy and sincere individual – someone of integrity and a balanced demeanor. It wasn’t difficult to believe him.
Nancy maintained a considerate silence, sinking reluctantly back into her chair as he posed a question that sparked contemplation. Nancy delved back into the recurring dreams that had been haunting her, realizing they all revolved around a single common theme. In a hushed tone, she replied, "Death."
She took a pause, a thoughtful expression on her face, her prominent frown deepening as she glanced to the side, her pink pout noticeable. Shifting her intense glare to her professor, she finally spoke in a deadpan tone, "Why couldn't it have been a dream about a guy with plates for hands? I could definitely go for a cheeseburger in my dreams. Midnight snacks would be a thing of the past for me."
Nancy quickly softened her features, implying her words were merely light-hearted banter. However, the gravity of the situation was not lost on her as she reached out for the book.
"Can I?" she asked, pulling the book closer. Her curls fell over her face as she ran her finger along a line that intrigued her, though not as much as the idea that popped into her head. With a hopeful look, she raised her eyes to his, her expression both pleading and assertive.
She suddenly stood still, quite adruptly, as a wave of students flooded back into the school from outside, their chatter and laughter reverberating off the walls, filling the halls with the joyful noise of youth. The once quiet corridors were now bustling with life again, signaling that her moment with him was coming to an end.
Understanding she needed to wrap things up fast, she swiftly picked up her cup and brushed her hair back before walking over to his side. With a burst of spontaneity, she embraced him in a hug she had been suppressing since the moment she laid eyes on him.
Releasing him from the hug, she became acutely aware of the ticking clock, knowing that time was not on their side. "Tasseomancy, tea leaf reading—maybe we could give it a shot for extra confirmation," she proposed, anticipating that her next suggestion might sound a bit unconventional. "I'm springing this on you out of the blue, but how about dropping by my place? I'll whip up a nice meal, and we can have our fortune-telling tea along with some dessert. Who knows, it might just bring me the good news I'm really hoping for right now."
Snatching a blank sheet of parchment and a quill from his desk without hesitation, she swiftly scribbled down an address, a time, and a date. After pausing for a moment to let the ink set, she neatly folded the parchment and held it out to him. "Here, take this," she whispered firmly, her voice playful and subtly mischievous. Leaving the note in his care, she deftly maneuvered through the crowd of students eagerly greeting their professor after their match whilst also lamenting the possible upcoming pop quiz.’
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Post by Freddy Krueger on Mar 16, 2024 2:10:36 GMT
"Death." He repeated, his chosen expression as somber as the tone she had when she used the word. Admittedly, the professor found this concept invigoratingly fascinating. In fact, some of his colleagues in the sphere of Divination could call him a specialist in death omens as much as he was a maestro of dream interpretation. Still, the teacher lowered his balding head, eyes peering into his lap through his bifocals, mind drowning in thought. Fred's outward reaction had been respectful enough of her dilemma, but on the inside, the man was downright giddy about it. A smile tugged at the corners of his mouth and he effectively constrained it before lifting his head to make eye contact with the girl again. "Death, I see..." He started, expertly twiddling a quill between his fingers as he leaned back in his chair again. "These types of dreams are often frightening, indeed. I don't envy your situation, Ms. Thompson, and I may not have a solution, but..." He heard the next period of classes starting outside of the room and only paused briefly before quickly finishing his thought. "...I'm more than happy to help you find some answers."
He stood up to meet her as she gestured to embrace him. His arms wrapped around the smaller of the two while he leaned forward to allow his chin to meet the crook of the young man's neck, a genuine smile across his face. He could feel the warmth of her embrace, his arms tightening around her in a friendly hug, that of a teacher and student, the hug between a member and an apprentice.
As Fred's fingers gently pushed into the flesh of the girl's torso, his arms tightening for only a moment, he could feel a primal urge to crush her body, to absolutely destroy her in his grasp. It would only take a simple move to gnaw into her skin until it drew blood. The letter opener that sat on the end table across the room could have just as easily been brought forward with a mere whisper and a slight flick on his wand, he knew the little knife was sharp enough to pierce her in the back if he wanted it to. He had sharpened it, himself.
"Oh! I could just hug you all evening." He spouted with a sincere grin as he two parted from the brief embrace. "I would absolutely love to come by and do some readings. And a meal does sound nice, I confess." Professor Krueger gently patted the top of her head in an encouraging manner. "We'll get to the bottom of this, kid. Trust me." Giving her a wink as the students began to file in and take their seats.
"I could be there as soon as this evening."
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Post by Nancy Thompson on Mar 20, 2024 2:48:25 GMT
As the evening sun cast a warm glow through the kitchen window, Nancy hummed a soft tune to herself as she bustled about the cozy room, preparing a special dinner for two. The enticing aroma of herbs and spices filled the air as she lovingly stirred a bubbling pot of her famous mushroom risotto on the stove.
Although Nancy possessed magical abilities that could effortlessly whip up a feast with a flick of her wrist, she found solace in the simplicity of manual labor. The rhythmic clinking of utensils against pots and pans, the gentle sizzle of vegetables in the skillet, and the satisfying feeling of accomplishment that came from creating something with her own hands were all reasons why she chose to forgo magic this evening.
With a half-smile playing on her lips, Nancy carefully set the table with delicate porcelain plates, shining silverware, and crystal glasses that sparkled in the soft candlelight. She arranged a bouquet of freshly picked wildflowers in the center, adding a touch of natural beauty to the scene.
As she added the finishing touches to the meal, Nancy admired her handiwork with pride. The golden-brown crust of the roasted chicken glistened invitingly, the vibrant colors of the vibrant vegetables popped against the white plates, and the creamy risotto exuded warmth and comfort.
Satisfied with her efforts, Nancy glanced at the clock and realized that her guest would be arriving soon. Anticipation fluttered in her chest as she lit the final candle, bathing the room in a warm, flickering light. Taking a moment to compose herself, she smoothed down her apron and awaited the familiar knock on the door.
"The phoenix cried fat tears of pearl when the dragon snapped up his best girl. And the billywig forgot to twirl when his sweetheart left him cold...” chanted a quaint tune from the radio, unabating, whilst Nancy hastily removed the blush-hued apron she had donned to admit her esteemed professor.
Before opening the door to let him in, she quickly fluffed up her hair and glanced over her casual attire: a baggy yellow blouse tucked into high-waisted jeans. She usually made an effort to present herself in a passable manner, but today she seemed to have forgotten to change into something less casual. "Too late now," she thought to herself with a shake of her head as she addressed him in an almost apologetic tone.
"Oops," she chuckled self-deprecatingly, "I must have run out of time or I would have dressed better. Thanks for stopping by.” She leaned in, pressed her lips to his cheek in a warm greeting, and motioned for him to step into her home. "I hope you're hungry.”
Nancy graciously led him to the elegantly appointed dining room, gesturing towards a seat with a warm smile. Seated across from him, she poised herself to savor the upcoming meal in good company. With a delicate sip of her drink, she kindly asked, "How was your day? Did anything interesting happen at the school after I left?"
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Post by Freddy Krueger on Mar 21, 2024 3:47:48 GMT
When Fred entered the cozy home, he remembered his manners and removed the fedora from his head as he bowed slightly to enter the room. What a pleasant surprise to smell a good home cooked meal, to be welcomed into the home of a dear friend. Though, unsure of the dress code to enter Nancy's private little dinner function, he felt a wave of relief wash over him when he realized that she hadn't dressed up at all. In fact, she made it even more obvious with her own self deprecating comment about not having the time to dress better. "Oh, dear." The guest chuckled. "No need to get all dolled up for me." He assured her, draping his own overcoat over his forearm. After all, his slightly tattered striped sweater was hardly his Sunday Best. "Smells good." He noted, his green eyes peering over the table which was set so perfectly uneven, it was clear the young woman had decided not to use magic to do the work. The professor could appreciate that. While there was nothing wrong with magic, the act of setting ones table manually reminded him of his mother. He took his seat across from her after she gestured for him to do so.
"My day?" He wandered aloud. "Well, it seems like you got to witness most of the fun when you were in the school this afternoon." Krueger laughed warmly, referring to the student breaking his glass window. "And, of course, I was visited by my favorite student." He teased, referring to her, of course. "But, no. You didn't miss anything."
Without rushing the topic too much, he did plan to have the conversation over food. The topic of her strange dreams was still on his mind and, of course, he had happily agreed to help her find some answers regarding such.
"What about your day, hmm?" He asked in return. "What did you do today besides prepare all this wonderful food?" He asked, taking his utensils in his hands, expertly maneuvering his knife into the flesh of the chicken before him.
The teacher took a bite of her cooking and couldn't help but smile as he took a moment to taste it. It was just as he had imagined. Delicious. Appetizing.
Succulent. Delectable. Mouth-watering.
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Post by Nancy Thompson on Mar 28, 2024 16:19:45 GMT
Nancy fell silent as she chewed her food, washing it down with a modest sip of wine. Although not particularly fond of alcohol, she was making an effort to acclimate herself to it.
"I left work early," Nancy replied honestly, finding amusement in the fleeting thought that a wrong answer could potentially lead to detention or worse, a loss of house points. It was a humorous echo from her school days, a small period of her life now long behind her as she appeared to be following in her father's footsteps. "I wanted to chat with you and gain a fresh perspective; it's comforting to see that at least some things remain consistent in my life.”
She shifted in her seat, raising a perfectly bushy eyebrow and wearing a mild smirk on her pouty lips. "Returning to what you mentioned... joke or not," she continued in a gentle tone, "you eventually became my favorite. That wasn't always the case. Initially, I caused you a lot of trouble. I had a terrible streak of detentions. However, it wasn't until later, after a hospital stay, that I realized you were the first face I saw when I woke up... you were fussing like crazy. A true mother hen, if you ask me. I regret ever giving you such a hard time."
Nancy couldn’t even recall why she had been so harsh with him. Why had there been a time when she had wanted nothing more than to claw his eyes out? She seemed to love getting under his skin, and for no real good reason she could find at all. Nancy certainly had come a long way. She felt almost ashamed to reflect on it, so she simply shrugged it off with a sheepish look of apology that she could not completely obscure. “You like it?” she asked, watching as he ate with some gusto.
The chestnut-haired woman seemed to enjoy the meal she had prepared herself, although she didn't hold her cooking skills in high regard. As she pondered this, a completely different thought crossed her mind. "Do you still fill in to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts when Miss Doe is absent? I'm surprised she's still working there. You were absolutely fantastic."
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Post by Freddy Krueger on Mar 31, 2024 2:01:06 GMT
"Oh, you were hardly the worst student I've ever had to deal with in my years." The aging professor assured her, watching the female with a gleeful admiration as she recalled her time under his tutelage. Everything she had said was true, of course, she had seen him when she first awakened from her accident. The poor girl had suffered a traumatic injury in her fifth year. A tragedy, honestly. The young Nancy had merely taken a walk just outside of the school grounds. The Horned Serpent is a fierce creature and a territorial one. When the bright young woman made her way to the river, a tail flung from the surface of the water and struck her. By the time the groundskeeper had found her, little Nancy was already out cold for who knows how long. Thankful for the process of medicinal magic, Nancy survived to tell the tale. Of course, it wasn't as though she woke up unable to remember her favorite professor. "Yes." Freddy replied, his eyes almost seemed to have become glazed over, his mind deep in thought, when she asked if he was enjoying the food. He hoped she hadn't notice his brief dissociation. He wouldn't have wanted to come off as rude. Quickly snapping back to reality, the man heard the sound of a tea kettle whistling behind him, blaring through his ears. He smiled. "Don't get up." He stood from his chair, peering down at the girl who remained sitting as he stood over her, watching his own shadow flicker against the wall behind her. "I'll get it."
Making his way to the kitchen, the kettle was easy to find, steaming from its spout, sitting atop the smallest flickering flame. Noticing she had already been prepared enough to plate their dessert, he manually lifted the plates and brought them to the table, sitting one slice of cake in front of Nancy, while he hungrily peered down at the one that he himself had claimed.
"I took the bigger piece." The sound of a fork clanking against the pristine porcelain accompanied his teasing demeanor. "Hope ya don't mind." He dug into his slice of cake, slicing through the spongy material with his metal utensil, feeling the flesh of the sugary treat bend to his will. Freddy stared down into the sweet chunk, peering at it with a sense of accomplishment from behind the frames of his spectacles.
"Wait a moment." He looked up from his plate, glaring into the eyes of his gracious host. "I almost forgot the tea." A chuckle leaped from his throat as he left his seat once more and may as well have been skipping back into the kitchen. He poured a cup and set it gracefully in front of Nancy.
"It seems like a good enough time to do a tea leaf reading."
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Neutral Good
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Post by Nancy Thompson on Apr 1, 2024 1:31:20 GMT
Nancy graciously accepted his kind effort to reassure her and consciously set aside her past cringe-worthy behavior. She attributed her actions to the inevitable growing pains of childhood, relieved that he did not hold any specific incident against her or bring up her mischievous past. His kindness did not go unnoticed.
"Mr. Krueger, was that a yes because of the food or the class?" she asked, her tone tinged with uncertainty but a hint of sweetness, clearly mystified by the vagueness of his response. She wouldn't receive an immediate answer from him as the kettle whistled for her attention, adding a whimsical interruption to the moment. “I’ll get that…”
She was on the verge of standing up to fetch their waiting desserts and tea but upon being gently advised against it, she hesitated, parting her gentle lips as if to utter a polite protest. However, inexplicably, she found herself unable to speak.
Nancy's blue eyes tracked him as he stood up, his figure casting a looming shadow over her in the dim candlelight, his presence engulfing her much smaller silhouette. Though the room was filled with a deafening silence in her thoughts, she couldn't pinpoint the reason behind it, her innocent smile wavering.
Curious.
Thompson could hear her heart pounding in her ears as she brought a hand to her chest, not quite understanding what silliness had taken hold of her, as she cracked a smile once more. Perhaps, more than ever, did Nancy genuinely fear what would come from their reading this evening.
Without so much as a warning, the flames of the floating candles flickered on and off with such rapidity as she lifted her gaze once more, a magical reaction that mirrored her hidden anxiety.
What an awful tension.
The unsettling ambiance dissipated the instant he entered her line of sight, and she embraced the distraction gratefully, breaking into a genuine laugh as he playfully owned up to taking the larger slice. Thank goodness. "I had a hunch you would," she teased in return, a smile playing on her lips. "That's why you're so sweet. All that sugar."
She was so glad she wasn’t alone.
Nancy pressed her lips together to stifle another delighted exclamation as he practically danced his way back to the kitchen. "You can't keep doing this," she protested gently, a hint of amusement in her voice. "Aren't you supposed to be my guest? I'm supposed to be serving you."
She was on the verge of following him back to the kitchen to stop him, but he reappeared so swiftly that Nancy had no choice but to slump back into her seat. Shaking her head in mock disapproval, she pretended to scold him.
The lighthearted moment was fleeting, however, as he deftly diverted her attention to the tea he was generously pouring for her.
The witch gazed at him with hopeful eyes, the former sense of unease creeping over her like a dark embrace once more as the candlelight flickered. Closing her eyes briefly as if to steady herself, she unwittingly held her breath, steeling herself as she looked down at the tea.
She would down her tea and, following through with the ritual, she would hardly give herself a moment to actually savor the strong flavor. Before them, the tea leaves slowly arranged themselves to form what appeared to be a bird
Well, that was anticlimactic. They just ate chicken, like, a few minutes ago.
Freakin’…
"What now?" she asked flatly, her irritation directed not at her professor but at the meaningless shape in her cup. With a sigh, she examined it more attentively this time, attempting to connect it with his teachings. She mentally traced the pattern with growing patience, deciphering the common symbols and muttering to herself, "Acorn, skull, sun..." until one struck a chord. "The falcon... The falcon represents danger, correct?"
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Chaotic Evil
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Post by Freddy Krueger on Apr 2, 2024 0:38:04 GMT
"Ah, ha." Freddy reposed, peering into what was left of the woman's tea. "I think you're right." He agreed coolly, his face moving over the teacup, experienced eyes examining the moist dark leaves that clung to the porcelain. It was true, he could easily make out the shape of a falcon.
"According to Vablatsky's 'Unfogging The Future,' which I know you picked up before your third year, the Falcon symbolizes a deadly enemy in your future." The professor noted expertly, all the while a bit impressed by his former student for recalling the information she had received so long ago. Maybe he was a good teacher. "Who this 'deadly enemy' is, however, not even Tessomancy can solve." The teacher noted in a friendly manner, setting down her cup and hooking his own finger around the handle of the tea he had poured for himself.
"This sort of thing can be scary, I know.." He leaned his back against his chair and took a sip of the refreshing liquid. "But, to be fair, as an Auror, I'm sure you get your fair share of deadly enemies all the time. This could mean anyone" He was fascinated by her profession and even envied it just a little. Sure, the MACUSA may have preferred not to put down criminals, but he knew there were many cases in which law breakers did not survive. This interested Krueger, of course. It made him wish he had pursued that type of career.
He took a moment to dwell on her comment from earlier. "Forgive me, I get excited about this subject." He teased, placing his teacup down on the table after swilling the leftover tea three times with his left hand. Having done thousands of tea leaf readings in his day, he was able to hold a casual conversation while performing his own.
"I'm actually not looking forward to subbing that class." He confessed, turning the cup upside down on its saucer and patiently waiting for the last of the dregs to drain away. "I teach Divination. Not Defense Against The Dark Arts." Turning his cup over, he peering into it to find probably the most obvious Grim he had seen in his career. He tried not to let the girl noticed him wince as he quickly replaced his gruesome expression with a familiar warm smile.
"Here's an idea. Why don't you come to the school and teach the class yourself?" The slender male suggested, using his spoon to mix up the tea leaves that clearly made out the shape of a dog, destroying any evidence of the reading he had received. "You're much better at that stuff than I am." He admitted, knowing that she had already been a skilled witch when she had attended Ilvermorny, let alone the trained she had received from the Congress in that department. "If you want, meet me in my class tomorrow morning and I'll bring you over to the class for a bit of a lesson."
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