Polar opposites, welcome back....

Stella Torres: There was a flurry of activity throughout the entire school as the new school year was almost in full swing. As students didn't live on premises during the summer break, classes tended to start later in the year, giving them a chance to come fly in from all corners of the world, as well as teachers and professors. Students occupied the second floor, teachers the third floor and the first floor was classes, dining, and general socializing. Stella, a return professor of many years now, had been there for about a week now, dusting out her class rooms and her living quarters and working on her orientation letter to the students. She got along well enough with most of the other teachers and professors, but upon hearing of Natasha's return, she couldn't help but gravitate to the woman in some fashion. Practically polar opposites in their practices, Stella found the woman to be quite fascinating, and perhaps a bit entertaining to poke a bit of fun at now and then. Searching about the school's first floor, peeking in rooms and following chatty voices to seek out the Necromancy instructpr, bare feet padded quietly along the floor with little more than a whisper of velvety fabric of the long dress she wore. Ever simple, hair was down and there were minimal hints of cosmetics to be found.

Natasha Hallan: So much to do, so little time. Students moving in, teachers preparing their classes, officials and groundskeepers preparing for the opening ceremony. Natasha was never much of a social butterfly, but she did find this particular time somewhat exciting. New faces, old faces, new challenges, old problems. Still, she had her own work to do. She was somewhat a creature of habit and there were few places she would be; if not on the third level or finding something to eat, she would be in one of her class rooms. At this time, she was in one of the biology labs, taking stock of the various materials. She wasn't entirely thrilled with the idea of having to teach basic academics, but sacrifices had to be made for the time being. She was dressed in more casual attire for the moment, black jeans along with a navy blue sweater and black boots that zipped up the side with a 1-inch heel. Her dark hair was pulled back into a loose pony tail as she made a few notes on the paper she was working off of. -d-

Stella Torres: Follow the scent of formaldehyde. Such an interesting scent was that which kept bodies from rotting. Stella pondered that as she approached the door, wondering if it kept animate corpses from aging once they were actually animated again. She came to stand in the open doorway, hands behind her back, with a subtle smile that was genuine and true. "Do you use formaldehyde on your reanimations to keep them from rotting?" She couldn't help but ask, and though the question was one of true curiosity, there was a hint of amusement there, as well. Did the dead have to bathe regularly in the stuff? Perhaps man was wrong. The fountain of youth wasn't some spring of magical water, but a bottle of the smelly chemical.

Natasha Hallan: She looked up out the window from her paper and gave a slight roll of her eyes. "I could tell you, but then I would have to kill you." She turned around to look at Stella, standing there clearly amused with herself. Was she kidding? Natasha always had a dry, somewhat dark sense of humor. Often times it was hard to tell if she was joking or not. Moving between the tables and across the room, she set the clipboard down on her desk. "Pleasure to see you as always, Stella. Did you want something?" -d-

Stella Torres: "Ah, but then I have faith that you would return me to the world of the living, even if it was bathed in chemicals and somewhat grayish in color." Dry and somewhat dark, but Stella found her amusing all the same. "It's good to see you, too, Natasha. I thought I would bring you a gift." From behind her back she produced a small clay pot with variously colored daisies growing from the soil. "A splash of color for your room. Just don't let the zombies eat them." A cheesy grin given.

Natasha Hallan: Natasha couldn't help but roll her eyes again. She had no illusions when she took this job a few years ago that anyone would truly understand. Those that didn't outright avoid her often made fun of her. Ignorance was bliss, she guessed. Her gaze shifted to the pot with the flowers growing from it. Ignoring the bad joke, she crossed her arms. "If I didn't know any better I would think you were coming on to me. But I'm not really a flowers kind of person. Appreciate the thought though." -d-

Stella Torres: Lips pursed into the slightest of playful pouts. "So, my coming onto you isn't working then?" She looked so hopeful there for a moment, but then smiled. "Very well. Though a little splash of color in a biology room wouldn't hurt. There's something appealing about the color and the fragrance to the human anatomy and all that." She stepped just inside the door, enough to place it on a nearby desk tentatively, slide it a little further onto the desk, then took a step back, hands disappearing behind her her back again.

Natasha Hallan: She couldn't help but smirk just a bit for a moment, watching the woman place the potted plant on the desk. She could always throw them out later...though they might make a delicate touch to her other classroom after they had wilted. "I more meant that if you want to come on to me, you'll need to find something better." She crossed the room over to Stella and invaded her personal space a bit, letting the tips of her fingers touch her cheek, the pad of her thumb brush across her lips. "I always have a use for deadly Nightshade, after all..." She gave a small, mischievous smirk before backing up and returning to the desk, grabbing her bag from the chair and placing the strap over her shoulder. "I take it since you are down here, you've already moved back into your room upstairs?" -d-

Stella Torres: Oooh, flirty little witch! Stella did little more than smirk at the gestures, though there was a certain giddiness because, well, who wouldn't?! "I am. I've settled into all of my rooms, and now likely to close myself off for the week so that I can work on my orientation letter. So, you better get as much of this pretty face as you can stand now before I deny you for the next few days of my delightful presence and sunny disposition." She talked it all real well, but she wasn't really that into herself. It was all for amusement.

Natasha Hallan: One would think someone who practiced Earth Energy magic would be more grounded and serious. Stella certainly showed that wasn't the case. Natasha couldn't remember a time when she saw her unhappy, displeased, or angry. Honestly, Natasha might have liked her more if she wasn't so...perky...all of the time. The world wasn't made of sugar and rainbows, after all. Though she didn't dislike her. She was tolerable. But maybe that was because she didn't know her all that well. Natasha mostly kept to herself. "Gee, how will I survive without your radiance, oh great flower child?" Clearly a bit of teasing sarcasm. She moved past the woman and to the door, holding it open for Stella to exit before she closed it up. -d-

Stella Torres: Stella would never say the world was made of sugar and rainbows! Well...maybe rainbows. And unicorns. Maybe she was high on Earth Energy. She slipped out the door with a quiet laugh and turned to look at Natasha with a slight rise of her brow. "You know, for someone who keeps company with corpses, you're very funny. And I'm sure you don't even try." Did the dead laugh? Wonder if they found her amusing. "We should have dinner sometime soon. I'll cook for you. And I promise to decorate the table with wilted flowers."

Natasha Hallan: She mostly dismissed the idea that she was funny. If she was, she certainly didn't try to be. "If you say so." After closing up the class room, she began to head off back down the hallway, letting the other woman follow. "Dinner at your place? Don't you move quickly." Again with a slight roll of her eyes. "I suppose there is no harm in it." So long as the students didn't hear about it. They talked a lot and often let their imaginations run wild. "But if I find dirt in the food, I'm keeping your head as a decoration." -d-

Stella Torres: Stella would only be following so far down the hall. She still had a few things to do and needed to pick up her bag from her class room. "Well, why wait? Tomorrow doesn't come for all of us." That wasn't really meant to be a joke or jibe at her area of expertise. "I would not put dirt in the food, Natasha. Maybe a few wild herbs and berries, but no dirt. Just let me know when and I'll be ready." Whether the woman saw it or not, Stella wagged fingers at her in a goodbye gesture as she veered off the path behind the necromancer into her own classroom, filled with books and posters of excerpts of books.