Spanglish

[Arcadio Buendia]

Tag: Bell Connelly -- Notes: N/A

Arcadio knocked on Bell Connelly's office door, which was half way open. He stood in the doorway, leaning on the frame. He was feeling spectacular, which for Arcadio, meant that he was functional. No headaches, no exhaustion, and a light buzz. He had downed a few beers after his last class had let out, and he was treading that line where he wasn't visibly drunk but felt.... normal. He had been meaning to meet the rest of the staff for some time now. He had started as the Spanish teacher at Bellefonte at the beginning of the semester but hadn't reached out to many staff members yet beyond seeing them in the hallway or at staff meetings. This was his first foray into attempting to make friends. "Hey," he said conversationally, "Can I come in? Is this a bad time?"

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[Bell Connelly]

Bell knew how being summoned to a teacher’s classroom could be just a little intimidating. She knew in her school girl days whenever she was summoned to some kind of office, she automatically assumed that she was in terrible trouble so the walls of the office would seem to close in on her every single time as her heart beat rapidly in her chest trying to figure out what exactly was it that she had done. She didn’t exactly what anyone to feel that way coming to her office so she did all she could to expel any kind of intimidating aura and more welcoming. Hence why she insisted her room was brightly coloured, filled to the brim with every candy bar inexistent –Well Bell’s sweet tooth was legendary- hoping that she made it all the more comfortable for the students. Almost like an extension of her own personality

So when The new Spanish teacher knocked on her door,he would see the young English teacher with flaming orange hair pawing over some papers on a beanbag, her eyes lighting up in warm delight once she saw Arcadio in the doorway “Oh! No, not at all!” She cooed straightening out her homemade fuzzy sweater “You’re the new Spanish teacher, aren’t you? I was meaning to swing by when I was done with work, I'm Bell...but you knew that of course didn't you? Please don’t stand on ceremony. Come in make yourself comfortable. Can I get you something? Some tea maybe?

[Arcadio Buendia]

Tag: Bell -- Notes: N/A

The office was a little alternative, but that didn't bother Arcadio at all. It displayed part of her personality, and was probably telling of her teaching style. He liked different teaching styles because he knew that different kids needed different things. He cast a quick glance around the room as he stepped in, taking in the bright decorations and the what seemed to be a doomsday prepper level of candy and chocolate. Was she preparing for a candy shortage? It was kind of cute. The only thing that worried him was the beanbag chair adjacent to her in terms of seating. He was a big man, pushing six foot two, and getting up again might be a problem. But, he sucked it up and came to sit. "Yeah, I'm the Spanish teacher. Call me Arcadio, though." He lowered himself carefully into the large beanbag chair, acutely aware that his long legs were suddenly a disadvantage. "And tea sounds wonderful--muy bien--if it isn't any trouble."

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[Bell Connelly]

Yes, the office was somewhat...unconventional to be sure,but she really couldn’t help but put her own signature stamp on the room….The room just seemed so….gray and foreboding otherwise. Bell would have gone insane if she dared to stay in such an authoritative room for her entire career so she highly doubted that the Bellefonte's would ever mind her own personal stamp on the room…(Not that Bell would ever approach the headmaster, she was kind of afraid of William Bellefonte to be perfectly honest)

Watching quite a large man bumble himself into the soft folds of the chair somewhat ungainly so, she couldn’t help but find it quite amusing seeing a large muscular man straining to try and get comfortable in that squishy old thing curled a smile on her ruby red lips which she tried to hide with her free hand, pressing it length ways upwards is a distinctively dainty fashion trying to keep her laughter in “Oh,what an interesting name Ar-card-do? I’m I saying that right? As an English teacher, I sort of make it a point to pronounce every name rather rude don’t you think?” She nodded with herself before scurrying to her feet clapping her hands together slightly before moving to one of her many side cabaret (A large old antique pot with almost Georgian pattern dotted with blue buttercups) “It’s been such a long time since I had the chance to make use of my tea set, no one ever seems to have the time”

[Arcadio Buendia]

Tag: Bell -- Notes: N/A

Arcadio saw Bell smile at his attempt to sit in the chair, but wasn't offended. If their positions were reversed, he probably would have laughed. "It's actually pronounced Are-cah-deeo," he corrected. Something about his name confused English-speakers, he found. Something about his accent, is what he thought. Although, to be fair, where he was from, the city of Macondo, his name was still unusual amongst other Spanish speakers. It was one of two family names-- very specific. No one outside of his family used the name "Arcadio", or "Aureliano". In his family, there were a ton of variations on both names. Arcadio, however, was the only son in the family whose name didn't fit the naming tradition. His real first name was Victor; his full name was Victor Arcadio Buendia. His mother, who was only a Buendia by marriage, had insisted on labelling her son with her own family name. As a child, Arcadio had felt out of place amongst his family (his father, his abuelo, his cousins), by not having a traditional name. And so, he went by Arcadio. Some close friends called him Cadio, but he even preferred that to being called Victor. "I'm always glad to have a cup of tea," he said, leaving out the detail that he usually liked to pour Baileys or whiskey into his coffee and tea, "My abuela, er, my grandmother, used to make tea for me every day after school as a boy."

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