Open for Business [open, redundancy!]

[secks]

Click clack, click clack. Six inch stilettos touched down onto the stone floor creating the rhythm of the walk that belonged to the Earth-shattering temptress, Victoria Secks. So it wasn't her birth name, fifty percent of the title was legally changed once she became of age. She didn't fancy herself an Agatha, not now, not ever. Victoria was much more of a fit, it was classy, yet undoubtedly sexy, and rolled off the tongue, as did the woman herself. Secks was her official, unchanged, last name. Destiny sure new how to throw a good pun around.

In her form-fitting black trench coat, her hair pulled back to accentuate the flawless bone structure that only the combining of two exceptional gene pools could create, Vikki pushed the grandiose doors to the Great Hall open, pausing as they swung to add a bit of suspense to her entrance. A smirk crept over her lips at the nearly full tables, it was breakfast time, and the endless stacks of expertly prepared waffles and crepes drew quite the crowd.

She reached into her black clutch and withdrew an impressive stack of business cards, one that could rival the nearest tower of pancakes. The card had a brief message, but simple was a preferred business strategy when dealing with youth. All that was needed was something catchy, and they were hook line and sinkered. The rhythm picked up again as she headed for the nearest table. She extended her arm, business card in hand and made to face the first student:

Want Secks?
Victoria Secks, Hog's Head pub

"Take it kid, i'm getting impatient." Her voice echoed through the hall that had been silenced by her mere entrance, as she adressed the student that could have been ten years her junior at most.

[florean]

Coffee and a nice slice of toast, that’s exactly what the tiny Texan needed right now. The fresh smell of ground coffee, black of course, it had to black, sugarless and made with a firm hand. When people joked about how they needed coffee to help them get through the day, Florean understood their need; she too needed her coffee to help her formulate herself ready for the busy bustle of the student’s attitudes – being a Muggle studies professor wasn’t exactly easy. Florean received a heavy amount of abuse from the Slytherin pupils, she only had two in the class, but their friends would hang around the corridors, mocking her for being a ‘wanna-be Muggle’.

After spending a minute or two talking to some of the students in the Grand Hall, the busty blonde took a seat next to Brian Hadlington, one of the 7th year boys from Huffepuff, she could always get a good conversation out of him, even at this time in the morning. The smell of coffee filled her nostrils, like a forbidden love between two lovers, she savoured the fresh smell. Her eyes held tightly closed, envisioning the quaint little coffee shop that she’d visit every Thursday morning in Houston, Texas. Conversation was hellish better than this joint, she thought, opening her eyes and tilting her head in a bird like fashion, the click clack of the heel grabbing her attention, as well as everyone else’s, especially the hot blooded males – including Brian Hadlington.

The professor stood up. Only Brian Hadlington took notice, everyone else was still fixated on the woman with the jaw structure that matched Aphrodite’s herself. Who was she? She certainly wasn’t a student, definitely since she was handing out some sort of calling card. Selling some sort of trash, Florean thought, manoeuvring her little figure around the table, leaving her freshly poured coffee to go cold and stale. She’d been looking forward to it all morning, now it seemed that she wouldn’t get to press the ‘golden tar’ to her heavily painted lips.

“S’cuse me!” Florean hollered, her southern drawl still not getting any heads to turn away from the female. “Turn ya damned head, Collin, y’all gunna get whip lash.” Florean knew what some of the students thought about her, she’d heard the rumours that flooded around the corridors, Florean Fawcetta, the new Muggle Studies Professor, complete white trash, but totally boneable. Florean’s own six inch heels clacked their way up to the woman who was trying to poach one of Hogwarts’ students.

“I’ll take that, thank ya,” Florean muttered, taking the card from the woman before the boy’s sticky hands got all over it. Her brown elevated.

Want Secks?
Victoria Secks, Hog's Head pub

“Hmmhmm?”The card quickly slipped into the professor’s palm, where it would stay until she had crumpled it up, “one word. Jailbait.” Not one to mince words, and being Texan she was all for ‘shoot first and ask questions later’ the professor just assumed the worse. Actually a few things swirled in the professor’s head, underneath all that blonde hair, the first thing was thinking of the reason for the card, followed by the profession of this woman. With a name like Victoria Secks, which was obviously a play on from the word sex, Florean instantly thought of the pornography industry. Those sorts of people always had tacky names, exactly like this woman. “Miss, uh,” Florean didn’t particularly want to say the woman’s surname, it was tacky and uncalled for, “Miss,” the professor once more manoeuvred her body, this time though she placed her hand on the model-like woman’s arm, turning her around from the hungry eyed students. “What the hell do’ya think ya doin’?!” The crumpled card still in the Blonde’s hand was presented back to the trench coated hussy.

A trench coat? Really? Even if it did compliment her body, it just made her appear as if she’d walked in off a World War II porn set. The Hufflepuff Head of House didn’t think about the way she dressed, she was quite ready to judge the woman before her, yet she didn’t think of how she dressed herself. Tightly fitting waistcoats, tighter than tight blouses, above the knee skirts and overly high heels. Even this morning, in her yellow skirt and blouse, she didn’t imagine how tacky she looked, but neither did she give a damn.