Professor Starchild...

[robyn]

A small, blonde, willowy figure walked down the corridor in baggy blue jeans and a tight pink t-shirt that was simply covered by a small black cloak that only gently brushed the floor as she walked...

A tall Ravenclaw Prefect caught sight of this figure, he grabbed her by the shoulder as she passed...
"Excuse me..." he muttered...
"But shouldn't you be in your uniform, and maybe heading towards a class?" he asked sarcastically...

"No..." she said with a grin...

"Well..." muttered the Prefect...
"Why not?" he asked...

"Well..." she said with a light giggle...
"First, do you know what my name is?"

"No..." he blushed...

"Do you know how old I am?" she asked...

"No..." he muttered...

"Do you know what house I'm in?" she asked...

"I don't..." he hissed quietly...

"Do you know what class I have first?" she asked with a giggle...

"No, I don't..." he muttered...

"And do you know who my teacher is?" she asked, her grin growing...

"I don't..."

"Oh, well I'll tell you..." she said with a grin...

"My name is Miss Cassandra Starchild and I'm ninteen years old..." and as she said this his face fell...
"I left Hogwarts two years ago and I /was/ a Ravenclaw so I'm shocked that you don't remember me..." she grinned...
"My first and only class for today will be Muggle Studies as I teach that subject..." she giggled lightly...
"After all, I'm a Professor here..." she added with a little venom...

She carried on walking down the corridor with a rather swaying walk, leaving one stunned looking, sixth year Prefect in her wake...

[robyn]

Miss Starchild continued on her way down the corridor...
She reached the end of the corridor where it led to a small spiral staricase going downwards with a window nearby...
The nineteen year old Professor grabbed the windowsill with her pale, bony, delicate hands and she looked outside at the Hogwarts Grounds...
She smiled lightly as she remembered merely two years ago when she was one of the busy pupils rampaging the old Grounds...

She watched the students playing hapilly, by the Lake, under trees, up trees, almost everywhere that they could go...

She gave a rather cheeky smile as she slipped her willowy figure onto the windowledge the way she used to when she was hiding from Prefects and Professors when she was out of her Dorm at night...

She watched a small girl hanging up-side down from a branch of a tree and she giggled lightly, remembering how she once did that...
She had once got her robes caught on a high branch of a tree and one boy had come up to help her down...

She smiled sweetly at the memory of it all, all of her seven years at Hogwarts, coming back to teach here after two years spent with Muggles had caused all of her memories, some plesant and some not, to all come flooding back...

She sighed hapilly as she gazed outside, her thin frame slotted carefully onto the ledge of the window, taking up not even half of the window frame as she remonised about the days when she had been a Student herself, instead of the Professor that she now knew that she was...

[CJ Jones]

A cheeky looking Ravenclaw was travelling down the corridor when she saw a familiar sight...
A small, thin, denim clad leg dangling out of a window ledge...
She approached silently with a rather cheeky looking grin...
"Dreaming /again/ Professor?" she asked the figure...
"Or are we remonising about the 'Good Days' back when you were a student?" she muttered with a slight hint of sarcasm...

[robyn]

The Professor turned to see the familiar face of her younger cousin who was also called Cassandra, apparantly it was a very popular family name...
She smiled lightly...
"I've told you about calling me 'Professor' CJ..." she muttered quietly...
"As I've told some of my classes also, I am barely older than all of them...
I'd like to be called Miss Cassandra, Miss Starchild or just Cassandra...
'Professor' is the name for teachers who /didn't/ leave Hogwarts just a few years previously..." she hissed as she smiled at the uniform-clad teen who was her younger cousin...

[CJ Jones]

CJ smiled lightly...
"It's just like me..." she said with a smile...
"I've told countless of my fellow students to call me 'CJ' but it's not them that are the problem...
It's the blinking teachers, it's always 'Miss Cassandra' or 'Miss Jones' and I tell them all, again and again, it's just 'CJ'...
The students listen because them I can threaten...
With teacher threaghtening earns an almost automatic Detention..." she muttered...
True 'CJ' was not her given name but /everyone/ called her that...
No one called her 'Cassandra' or anything with the word 'Junior' in it...
Not even her elderly relatives...
It was only her teachers that called her 'Cassandra' and she just couldn't stand that fact...

[robyn]

The nineteen year old teacher smiled almost impishly...
She remembered her first arrival at Hogwarts, when she had been 'presented' to the students byt the Headmaster...
She sighed lightly, she had been late and she had burstinto the Great Hall in a flurry in the clothes she was wearing at that moment...
She had recieved some rather odd looks from students and teahcers alike but shehad just smiled lightly and in her first class with every year she had clearly stated her name would not be 'Professor' all of her classes consisted of people who were only just younger than her...
Her classes were ran smoothly as she spoke freely to the students and they could talk to her freely without it feeling to much like a normal lesson...