Lucinda was sitting at her, currently, and never lasting neat desk, her back to the door, she had finished filling out that form, and had sent it too the Ministry of Magic, but she still had to mark these homework assignments. She began to fret about weather or not to give them letter grades or number grades, even though, it didn't really matter which one she chose.

She decided on letters, and was happy with most the work she had received. She continued to mark the pages, when a loud knock on the door interrupted her, and her continuous writing hand stopped mid break. Noone ever knocked to see Lucinda, and, if they did, it was too much so. The only pupil who ever did it was Brooklyn, and Lucinda liked her, nevertheless, Lucinda had to investidate about the anonymous door knocker and replied with a sharp voice. "Come in!"

Ricky had decided to welcome the new teacher to Hogwarts as he had had few to none welcomes there. It had been quite a while since he was the 'new' guy and had shown Roxanne to her office, managing to actually find it. Anyway he sort of figured he'd say hello.
He knocked on the door and the short sharp reply came quickly. He opened the door a fraction before opening it fully.
"Hello," He said happily. "I've come to inquire about a Miss Beatty and give her my welcomes to Hogwarts."

Lucinda turned to the sound of a male voice, oh, at last, there was a man at Hogwarts, who wasn't weedy, and under 18! She stood up, and made her way to the door, "Ah, yes, thats me. But, uh, please, call me Lucinda." She asked graciously.

She flashed a smile to him, a sign she liked him, in more ways then one, his mouth was shaped to perfection, as was his petite nose. She placed a hand out in front of her, a sign of a greeting gesture, to shake. And she longed to be in his arms.

Ricky watched her. She was gorgous, Soft-looking brown hair was falling down her shoulders just the way he liked it. He took her hand, but instead of shaking he bent down and brushed his lips on the soft skin. He smiled back at her. He could look goofy and he could look mouth-wateringly handsome and enviously muscly. That was the thing about Ricky. Right now it was mouth-wateringly handsome. He only used the goofy look when he was trying to look like a dunderhead to save his life like he had once done with Aria.
"Pureblood?" He asked still slightly wary of her.

She was taken aback by the kiss received from Ricky onto her hand, and she heard herself giggle like a small child again.

"Yes... but not a hasty one." She began to examine his structure and his muscle filled arms, her heart beating fast and her eyes indulging into his skin.

"Not a concieted, blood-obsessed jerk then?" Ricky teased his fingers creeping upto her neck. he tickled her softly.
"Not one foolish enough to try and kill someone for what they are." Ricky breathed. His breath made her hair wave in the sudden breeze.