sitemap
FOLLOW SNITCHSEEKER:

Email Us!

Members

There are 1193 users online including...
spiral_star , Vikiesl

3 members
1190 guests.

Members in Chat:



If this is your first visit, be sure to check out the FAQ by clicking the link above. You may have to register before you can post: click the register link above to proceed. To start viewing messages, select the forum that you want to visit from the selection below.

Go Back   SnitchSeeker.com > Forums > SnitchSeeker RPG > SnitchSeeker RPG Archives > Hogwarts Archive > Headmistress: Meredith Moxley's Reign > Term 42: January - April 2016


Term 42: January - April 2016 Term Forty-Two: Hogwarts Is a Horror Movie (Sept 2088 - June 2089)

 
 
LinkBack Thread Tools
  #1 (permalink)  
Old 12-30-2015, 04:15 AM
ArianaBlack ArianaBlack is offline
 
Default Waiting Area Outside of Professor Draper's Office


Attached to the barn is Professor Draper’s office, but before you go inside he requires that you wait to be seen. Luckily for you, you don’t have to wait outside. The Professor has kindly set up some furniture and turned on a warm fire for you in the small waiting area just outside of his office. The waiting area is deceptively welcoming with heat coming from the fire and the numerous windows that light the room up with sunshine.

Be patient, as the more you knock the more ill-tempered your Professor will become. Don’t worry, he won’t make you wait too long.

OOC: Please post here BEFORE posting inside Professor Draper’s office. He will let you know when he’s ready to see you.
Old 01-05-2016, 04:06 AM   #2 (permalink)
Dark Force Defense League

DMLE & DIMC
Granian
 
kayquilz's Avatar
 
Join Date: Jul 2011
Location: Bikini Bottom
Posts: 21,185

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Roman Gellar
Slytherin
First Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Arden Toros
Gryffindor
Sixth Year

Ministry RPG Name:
Jessica Tomás
International Cooperation

Ministry RPG Name:
Scott Ferguson
Law Enforcement
x4 x1
Default
A Poop * k8 *

So, lugging a stump up the stairs wasn't advisable. Thank Merlin for magic (that Paul remembered he could do about halfway from the Greenhouses to the front doors of the castle). He set the stump down with a gentle thud before knocking on James' door to his office.

And now...he had to wait!

Humming cheerfully, he shoved his hands in his pocket and rested a foot on the stump, posing like the stallion he was (obviously) as he waited.
__________________
"You can justify anything if you do it poetically enough."

Roman Gellar ● 1st Year ● Slytherin
kayquilz is offline  
Old 01-05-2016, 04:30 AM   #3 (permalink)
Admin
Assistant Forum Manager
Quibbler & Newbie Mod

DMLE & DMT
Ashwinder
 
ArianaBlack's Avatar
 
Join Date: Dec 2010
Location: #6e5f57 |#ba93d8
Posts: 13,664

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Alfie Adair
Hufflepuff
First Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Bronwen Grimaldi
Slytherin
Fifth Year

Ministry RPG Name:
Tomasz Łaska
Law Enforcement
x10 x1
Default
doesn't proofread tweets | #wrongaboutcereal | #siriusly? | emo to the extremo

Quote:
Originally Posted by kayquilz View Post
So, lugging a stump up the stairs wasn't advisable. Thank Merlin for magic (that Paul remembered he could do about halfway from the Greenhouses to the front doors of the castle). He set the stump down with a gentle thud before knocking on James' door to his office.

And now...he had to wait!

Humming cheerfully, he shoved his hands in his pocket and rested a foot on the stump, posing like the stallion he was (obviously) as he waited.
James had just been checking on a few things back in the barn. Only the first week of settling in and yet those hippogriffs already managed to get in a frenzy. No worries, the two trouble makers were separated and the squawking seemed to have died down now. James had everything under control. And honestly at this point, he was starting to think he was the only one. After that fiasco of an opening feast.....

Anyways, he was now greatly looking forward to a mug of coffee and to pick back up where he had left off in his novel. Time to relax. Or not. Though he would never turn down any visitor to his office, he wasn't exactly thrilled to see the man who stood before his door. Oh great. It was the Ridiculous Poncho Man back for a round two. James acknowledged the man with a nod, trying to be as friendly as possible whilst still holding to the fact that they were not going to be friends.

And if Poncho Man had introduced himself at some point before, James hadn't bothered remembering his name. "Ah," he said as he closed the outside door behind him and apprehensively approached the hillbilly. "I don't think I ever had the chance to formally introduce myself." Not that he really wanted to even given the chance. "James," he extended his hand, only then noticing that... stump the man had no doubt dragged in. He eyed it. Merlin. Was he going to make James sit and listen to some banjo song of his? Hoping that wasn't the case, "To what do I owe the pleasure?" Obvious lack of sincerity for the pleasure bit. He quickly unlocked the door leading into his office, nodding to invite the hippy inside.
__________________
Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You?

You are Lemon!
ArianaBlack is offline  
Old 01-05-2016, 04:43 AM   #4 (permalink)


DMC & DMAC
Chizpurfle
 
Stormdancer's Avatar
 
Join Date: Aug 2003
Location: Scotland, [GMT]
Posts: 10,058

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Bennett Potter
Slytherin
Sixth Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Atlas Ward
Ravenclaw
First Year
Default
Toto * RotiSila * ToRo * Braveheart * Grandma & Mama Tori

Marsha was excited. So excited in fact that she had run the long way around the grounds - one of the longest circuits she ran with Adi - before she had even considered going to meet Professor Draper.

The Lion wouldn’t admit it, but she was also nervous.

What if he didn’t like her? WHAT if he stopped her from seeing and helping with the Creatures? She already had a duff year behind her without a proper full time teacher… sorry Thereos - but the Welsh female didn’t think he counted as much as Thompson or as Draper would… regardless of how good Thereos HAD been.

Slowing down her run to a jog as she drew closer and closer to the barn, she eventually slowed down further to walk up to the door. First impressions and all that jazz! Pulling the door open she peeked her head into the room and smiled at the decor. It wasn’t overdone, but it was homey. Sort of reminded her of her Mam’s office in the stables at home. Being the nosey Gryffindor that she was Sha moved around the room, and while she wondered if she was too early to see the Professor, she looked around at anything and everything she could see.

Was 8am too early to talk to a Professor the first Saturday morning back to school? Hmm… She’d give him fifteen minutes and then give up and come back later.
__________________
Stormdancer is offline  
Old 01-05-2016, 05:06 AM   #5 (permalink)
Admin
Assistant Forum Manager
Quibbler & Newbie Mod

DMLE & DMT
Ashwinder
 
ArianaBlack's Avatar
 
Join Date: Dec 2010
Location: #6e5f57 |#ba93d8
Posts: 13,664

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Alfie Adair
Hufflepuff
First Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Bronwen Grimaldi
Slytherin
Fifth Year

Ministry RPG Name:
Tomasz Łaska
Law Enforcement
x10 x1
Default
doesn't proofread tweets | #wrongaboutcereal | #siriusly? | emo to the extremo

SPOILER!!: Marsha <3
Quote:
Originally Posted by Stormdancer View Post
Marsha was excited. So excited in fact that she had run the long way around the grounds - one of the longest circuits she ran with Adi - before she had even considered going to meet Professor Draper.

The Lion wouldn’t admit it, but she was also nervous.

What if he didn’t like her? WHAT if he stopped her from seeing and helping with the Creatures? She already had a duff year behind her without a proper full time teacher… sorry Thereos - but the Welsh female didn’t think he counted as much as Thompson or as Draper would… regardless of how good Thereos HAD been.

Slowing down her run to a jog as she drew closer and closer to the barn, she eventually slowed down further to walk up to the door. First impressions and all that jazz! Pulling the door open she peeked her head into the room and smiled at the decor. It wasn’t overdone, but it was homey. Sort of reminded her of her Mam’s office in the stables at home. Being the nosey Gryffindor that she was Sha moved around the room, and while she wondered if she was too early to see the Professor, she looked around at anything and everything she could see.

Was 8am too early to talk to a Professor the first Saturday morning back to school? Hmm… She’d give him fifteen minutes and then give up and come back later.


Actually, 8 am was not early in the slightest. 5 am, maybe. Even 6 am, would've been cutting it close. But 8 am, it was perfect. Which coming from Professor Draper, was high praise. He didn't give it out often, so take note now.

James was accustomed to early wake-ups and his time at Hogwarts would be no exception to this routine. This being said, he was already sat inside his office, leaning back in his chair with a book in hand a mug of hot coffee on his desk. Black, no sugar. Just the way he liked it. Though there wasn't a knock on his door, he did hear the outside door open and shut meaning only one thing: a visitor. Who would be up so early on a Saturday morning? He had no clue. But he was in a much better mood today than he had been in ages so whoever it was made a good choice.

He did not, however, bother to stand up from him chair. Instead he flicked his wand at the door which then in response swung open. "You may enter," he said before taking a long sip of his morning brew.


OOC: You may now post inside Professor Draper's office ^^
__________________
Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You?

You are Lemon!
ArianaBlack is offline  
Old 01-05-2016, 06:37 PM   #6 (permalink)

Wizarding World RPG Admin
Minister for Magic

DoM & MO

Alley Proprietor
Romanian Longhorn
 
sweetpinkpixie's Avatar
 
Join Date: Aug 2010
Location: The Paths
Posts: 39,306

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Mitsuki Rasting
Ravenclaw
Seventh Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Anna Walles
Hufflepuff
Fifth Year

Ministry RPG Name:
Charles Hollingberry
Minister's Office

Ministry RPG Name:
Airey Flamsteed
Mysteries

Diagon Alley Employee:
Zachaël Lufkin
Owl Post

x12 x12
Default hi new F R I E N D :3
astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf

He was taking Pebbles on her daily walk about the Hogwarts grounds when a thought struck him. In all the chaos that had been the opening feast he had neglected to instruct the new Care of Magical Creatures the way of the lint roller. Who was to say that the man wouldn't not know to use it in his hair as students had in the past? Or that it was not in the lint roller's best interest to be used to squish spiders - although a massive one may have solved all their problems a few terms ago.

Thus, the astronomer had taken an uncharacteristic detour towards the Creatures area, taking painstaking measures to avoid the play area, and approached. OH! Looky here!

Pulling up a seat, Airey admired the fire and reached into his enchanted breast pocket for a package of his gourmet marshmallows (coconut for those inquiring) and his roasting fork. Pebbles was given her own seat as he occupied the other and promptly stuck two marshmallows on to his fork and into the fire they went.

He probably should have knocked...but oh well. Surely the fellow would come out of his office eventually?
__________________



When youre stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ...........
this is our time to own it, so own it.....................................
baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes
sweetpinkpixie is offline  
Old 01-05-2016, 09:40 PM   #7 (permalink)
Dark Force Defense League

MLE & DoM
Banshee
 
BanaBatGirl's Avatar
 
Join Date: May 2007
Location: Gotham
Posts: 51,207

Hogwarts RPG Name:
TBD
Gryffindor

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Zara H. Bunbury-Foster
Slytherin
Fourth Year

Ministry RPG Name:
Bernadette O. Grantham
Law Enforcement

Ministry RPG Name:
David O. Truebridge
Mysteries
Default Can i be on the same timeline as Flammy? *MAKES IT SO*
Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB

Sure, David still got sad from time to time as he remembered that SOME of his BEST PROFESSORS EVER had left last term, but then he also remembered that they still had a LOT of cool ones left annnnnnnd now they had (potentially) great new ones. He was't in favor of changes, usually, but a Care of Magical Creatures professor WITH an office? Yeah. That was a welcome change. No offense to Thereos.

So here he was, obviously starting the term off by visiting the new creature man. His knowledge of animals needed to be tested if term was going to start off right, and David had worn his backpack WITH STUFF IN IT for this very reason. As he neared the office, though, he was suddenly reminded of his first time meeting Professor Myers, and how he wasn't the ONLY person eager to meet the Herbologist.

"Hi Admiral!" Davie brightly greeted the Astronomy teacher, TOTALLLLY stoked to see him outside the Astronomy tower. As his mum would say, it was like seeing a nogtail walk on only two legs. HAH! SO COOL! FLAMSTEED WAS SO COOL! He moved to sit down in the seat opposite the professor, but stopped, as he suddenly saw something akin to ... a rock-crup hybrid. OH YEAH! Pebbles! The pet rock! "Can I hold Pebbles and join you?" he asked politely, not wanting to scare the star-man away or anything. *HUGE FAN*
__________________

yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________

__________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind
BanaBatGirl is offline  
Old 01-06-2016, 03:16 AM   #8 (permalink)

Wizarding World RPG Admin
Minister for Magic

DoM & MO

Alley Proprietor
Romanian Longhorn
 
sweetpinkpixie's Avatar
 
Join Date: Aug 2010
Location: The Paths
Posts: 39,306

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Mitsuki Rasting
Ravenclaw
Seventh Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Anna Walles
Hufflepuff
Fifth Year

Ministry RPG Name:
Charles Hollingberry
Minister's Office

Ministry RPG Name:
Airey Flamsteed
Mysteries

Diagon Alley Employee:
Zachaël Lufkin
Owl Post

x12 x12
Default Yaaaaaaaaaaay. *engage*
astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf

SPOILER!!: DAVID! *gets all cozy to annoy James further TEHEHEHEHE*
Quote:
Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl View Post
Sure, David still got sad from time to time as he remembered that SOME of his BEST PROFESSORS EVER had left last term, but then he also remembered that they still had a LOT of cool ones left annnnnnnd now they had (potentially) great new ones. He was't in favor of changes, usually, but a Care of Magical Creatures professor WITH an office? Yeah. That was a welcome change. No offense to Thereos.

So here he was, obviously starting the term off by visiting the new creature man. His knowledge of animals needed to be tested if term was going to start off right, and David had worn his backpack WITH STUFF IN IT for this very reason. As he neared the office, though, he was suddenly reminded of his first time meeting Professor Myers, and how he wasn't the ONLY person eager to meet the Herbologist.

"Hi Admiral!" Davie brightly greeted the Astronomy teacher, TOTALLLLY stoked to see him outside the Astronomy tower. As his mum would say, it was like seeing a nogtail walk on only two legs. HAH! SO COOL! FLAMSTEED WAS SO COOL! He moved to sit down in the seat opposite the professor, but stopped, as he suddenly saw something akin to ... a rock-crup hybrid. OH YEAH! Pebbles! The pet rock! "Can I hold Pebbles and join you?" he asked politely, not wanting to scare the star-man away or anything. *HUGE FAN*

Perfectly browned on one side, Airey ever so slowly rotated his roasting fork to brown the other side of his marshmallow. He was showing a bit more restraint today, more so than usual at least. Most of the time he would thrust the marshmallow into the fire and let it catch one fire. Then he would peel off the charred surface, eat that, and stick it back in for another go. It would become a game to see how many layers he could manage before there was no marshmallow left. But today, well, he was opting for a pure roasted coconut flavor.

"Ah, good day, Mr. David," the astronomer greeted with a mildly surprised smile as he waved his roasting fork with two perfectly browned gourmet marshmallows on it at the Ravenclaw in place of a proper wave. He hesitated a moment, unsure whether or not he could trust THIS Truebridge with Pebbles. His mother had, after all, COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY ABANDONED HER when the dementors had attacked during a quidditch match. This Truebridge, who he had elected to no longer call by that name...for reasons...had not get had the opportunity to prove himself in a crisis.

So...the man was wary. Very wary.

"Cer....tainly," he replied with a forced calmness, eyes locking on Pebbles for a moment before darting back to the young man. "Would you care for one? Fresh out of the fire."

Meaning one of the marshmallows on his fork.

"You aren't allergic to coconut, are you? Or tree nuts in general?"
__________________



When youre stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ...........
this is our time to own it, so own it.....................................
baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes
sweetpinkpixie is offline  
Old 01-06-2016, 04:24 AM   #9 (permalink)
Admin
Assistant Forum Manager
Quibbler & Newbie Mod

DMLE & DMT
Ashwinder
 
ArianaBlack's Avatar
 
Join Date: Dec 2010
Location: #6e5f57 |#ba93d8
Posts: 13,664

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Alfie Adair
Hufflepuff
First Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Bronwen Grimaldi
Slytherin
Fifth Year

Ministry RPG Name:
Tomasz Łaska
Law Enforcement
x10 x1
Default
doesn't proofread tweets | #wrongaboutcereal | #siriusly? | emo to the extremo

SPOILER!!: Mission accomplished you two, he's annoyed
Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie View Post
He was taking Pebbles on her daily walk about the Hogwarts grounds when a thought struck him. In all the chaos that had been the opening feast he had neglected to instruct the new Care of Magical Creatures the way of the lint roller. Who was to say that the man wouldn't not know to use it in his hair as students had in the past? Or that it was not in the lint roller's best interest to be used to squish spiders - although a massive one may have solved all their problems a few terms ago.

Thus, the astronomer had taken an uncharacteristic detour towards the Creatures area, taking painstaking measures to avoid the play area, and approached. OH! Looky here!

Pulling up a seat, Airey admired the fire and reached into his enchanted breast pocket for a package of his gourmet marshmallows (coconut for those inquiring) and his roasting fork. Pebbles was given her own seat as he occupied the other and promptly stuck two marshmallows on to his fork and into the fire they went.

He probably should have knocked...but oh well. Surely the fellow would come out of his office eventually?
Quote:
Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl View Post
Sure, David still got sad from time to time as he remembered that SOME of his BEST PROFESSORS EVER had left last term, but then he also remembered that they still had a LOT of cool ones left annnnnnnd now they had (potentially) great new ones. He was't in favor of changes, usually, but a Care of Magical Creatures professor WITH an office? Yeah. That was a welcome change. No offense to Thereos.

So here he was, obviously starting the term off by visiting the new creature man. His knowledge of animals needed to be tested if term was going to start off right, and David had worn his backpack WITH STUFF IN IT for this very reason. As he neared the office, though, he was suddenly reminded of his first time meeting Professor Myers, and how he wasn't the ONLY person eager to meet the Herbologist.

"Hi Admiral!" Davie brightly greeted the Astronomy teacher, TOTALLLLY stoked to see him outside the Astronomy tower. As his mum would say, it was like seeing a nogtail walk on only two legs. HAH! SO COOL! FLAMSTEED WAS SO COOL! He moved to sit down in the seat opposite the professor, but stopped, as he suddenly saw something akin to ... a rock-crup hybrid. OH YEAH! Pebbles! The pet rock! "Can I hold Pebbles and join you?" he asked politely, not wanting to scare the star-man away or anything. *HUGE FAN*
Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie View Post

Perfectly browned on one side, Airey ever so slowly rotated his roasting fork to brown the other side of his marshmallow. He was showing a bit more restraint today, more so than usual at least. Most of the time he would thrust the marshmallow into the fire and let it catch one fire. Then he would peel off the charred surface, eat that, and stick it back in for another go. It would become a game to see how many layers he could manage before there was no marshmallow left. But today, well, he was opting for a pure roasted coconut flavor.

"Ah, good day, Mr. David," the astronomer greeted with a mildly surprised smile as he waved his roasting fork with two perfectly browned gourmet marshmallows on it at the Ravenclaw in place of a proper wave. He hesitated a moment, unsure whether or not he could trust THIS Truebridge with Pebbles. His mother had, after all, COMPLETELY AND UTTERLY ABANDONED HER when the dementors had attacked during a quidditch match. This Truebridge, who he had elected to no longer call by that name...for reasons...had not get had the opportunity to prove himself in a crisis.

So...the man was wary. Very wary.

"Cer....tainly," he replied with a forced calmness, eyes locking on Pebbles for a moment before darting back to the young man. "Would you care for one? Fresh out of the fire."

Meaning one of the marshmallows on his fork.

"You aren't allergic to coconut, are you? Or tree nuts in general?"

James didn’t hear a knock, but he did hear the door swing open and shut. He had an office door for a reason. And that reason was so that people could KNOCK. It was proper etiquette. Honestly, what was with this place and the lack of knocking??? He flicked his eyes towards his office door before bringing them back to the page on his book, he was properly annoyed, yes. So two could play at this game. If the visitor refused to knock then James would refuse to let them visit. HA.

Though there was a second time he heard the door swing open and shut. Did his surprise visitor (or lack thereof) leave so soon?

Unfortunately, no.

There were voices. Two of them. Muffled voices, of course because the door to his office was quite heavy. Not heavy enough, apparently. Because trying to ignore the voices was becoming increasingly difficult. So after waiting a few moments longer, James stood up. The second visitor didn’t think to knock either. Seriously, did no one at this school understand proper office etiquette!?? Perhaps James should’ve left a sign outside his door like the shiny-headed man had. Yes, James had done a routine check around the castle before properly moving in.

Still very annoyed, the man opened his office and popped out his head to see—

None other than Santa Claus…. And backpack boy apparently, who he hadn’t had the opportunity to meet yet.

Joy.

And though Jolly Ol’ Saint Nicholas wasn’t wearing that outrageous red costume from the night of the opening feast, the nickname had stuck. So he could deal with it. ”…. Hello….” Anyone care to KNOCK? He couldn’t say he was surprised. Honestly he could’ve guessed it was Santa if he had wanted to. ”…. Are you roasting marshmallows?” His tone was one of distaste. Marshmallows were being roasted in his fireplace. And yet no knock on his door. Naturally.
__________________
Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You?

You are Lemon!
ArianaBlack is offline  
Old 01-06-2016, 05:57 PM   #10 (permalink)
Dark Force Defense League

MLE & DoM
Banshee
 
BanaBatGirl's Avatar
 
Join Date: May 2007
Location: Gotham
Posts: 51,207

Hogwarts RPG Name:
TBD
Gryffindor

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Zara H. Bunbury-Foster
Slytherin
Fourth Year

Ministry RPG Name:
Bernadette O. Grantham
Law Enforcement

Ministry RPG Name:
David O. Truebridge
Mysteries
Default This is gonna be the best RP. THE BEST. I can tell.
Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB

Picking up the rock pet gently, as though he needed to prove to Flamsteed that he could be nice to Pebbles, Davie then sat down with his backpack still on. He rested Pebbles on his lap near his knee and watched the marshmallow the Admiral was toasting.

"Oh no, I'm not allergic to anything, I think," Davie chirped. This treat smelled so GOOD. "I would LOVE a marshmallow!" Just then, the new CARE of Magical Creatures professor poked his head out and asked what they were doing. Oh yeah! He had been planning to visit him! In just a minute, of course, and after he ate a marshmallow. "Yes, sir, we sure are," the second year replied brightly. "Would you like to join us?" Surely he would. This was his sitting area, after all.
__________________

yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________

__________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind
BanaBatGirl is offline  
Old 01-06-2016, 11:14 PM   #11 (permalink)

Wizarding World RPG Admin
Minister for Magic

DoM & MO

Alley Proprietor
Romanian Longhorn
 
sweetpinkpixie's Avatar
 
Join Date: Aug 2010
Location: The Paths
Posts: 39,306

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Mitsuki Rasting
Ravenclaw
Seventh Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Anna Walles
Hufflepuff
Fifth Year

Ministry RPG Name:
Charles Hollingberry
Minister's Office

Ministry RPG Name:
Airey Flamsteed
Mysteries

Diagon Alley Employee:
Zachaël Lufkin
Owl Post

x12 x12
Default >:D weeeeeeee
astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf

"Stellar," the ma grinned, moving the roasting fork a little closer to the young man so he could more easily pluck one of the marshmallows off should he so desire. "One gourmet coconut marshmallow for me and one for you then," he nodded, plucking his own from the tip and popping it into his mouth. "No need to give me that look, Pebbles. You're allergic to coconut."

Really, she was allergic to most things. Made sharing the astronomer's food always a pleasant experience.

And Pebbles was making no fuss over resting on Mr. David's lap, so the suited astronomer was able to relax a bit more. She did have good temperament with people in general, unlike the man himself.

"Plenty more where tha---" Airey's head turned when he heard the new Creatures professor step out of his office. "We are indeedy," he grinned, bits of toasted marshmallow stuck to his pearly whites - although he as entirely oblivious to this fact. The professor nodded his head at Mr. David's invitation.

What sort of person could refuse the offer to eat a delicious and perfectly roasted marshmallow?

Well....actually...one look at the man's face gave a pretty clear indication of what sort of person might.
__________________



When youre stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ...........
this is our time to own it, so own it.....................................
baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes
sweetpinkpixie is offline  
Old 01-07-2016, 03:36 AM   #12 (permalink)
Admin
Assistant Forum Manager
Quibbler & Newbie Mod

DMLE & DMT
Ashwinder
 
ArianaBlack's Avatar
 
Join Date: Dec 2010
Location: #6e5f57 |#ba93d8
Posts: 13,664

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Alfie Adair
Hufflepuff
First Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Bronwen Grimaldi
Slytherin
Fifth Year

Ministry RPG Name:
Tomasz Łaska
Law Enforcement
x10 x1
Default *sighs*
doesn't proofread tweets | #wrongaboutcereal | #siriusly? | emo to the extremo

SPOILER!!: welp. sorry you had to witness this, kid
Quote:
Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl View Post
Picking up the rock pet gently, as though he needed to prove to Flamsteed that he could be nice to Pebbles, Davie then sat down with his backpack still on. He rested Pebbles on his lap near his knee and watched the marshmallow the Admiral was toasting.

"Oh no, I'm not allergic to anything, I think," Davie chirped. This treat smelled so GOOD. "I would LOVE a marshmallow!" Just then, the new CARE of Magical Creatures professor poked his head out and asked what they were doing. Oh yeah! He had been planning to visit him! In just a minute, of course, and after he ate a marshmallow. "Yes, sir, we sure are," the second year replied brightly. "Would you like to join us?" Surely he would. This was his sitting area, after all.
Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie View Post
"Stellar," the ma grinned, moving the roasting fork a little closer to the young man so he could more easily pluck one of the marshmallows off should he so desire. "One gourmet coconut marshmallow for me and one for you then," he nodded, plucking his own from the tip and popping it into his mouth. "No need to give me that look, Pebbles. You're allergic to coconut."

Really, she was allergic to most things. Made sharing the astronomer's food always a pleasant experience.

And Pebbles was making no fuss over resting on Mr. David's lap, so the suited astronomer was able to relax a bit more. She did have good temperament with people in general, unlike the man himself.

"Plenty more where tha---" Airey's head turned when he heard the new Creatures professor step out of his office. "We are indeedy," he grinned, bits of toasted marshmallow stuck to his pearly whites - although he as entirely oblivious to this fact. The professor nodded his head at Mr. David's invitation.

What sort of person could refuse the offer to eat a delicious and perfectly roasted marshmallow?

Well....actually...one look at the man's face gave a pretty clear indication of what sort of person might.

James gave backpack boy a proper look up and down now. Sat on a chair with his backpack still on. Was it too much to part ways with it for only a moment? Was there a reason why it didn’t leave his back? All questions that James didn’t care nor have the time to hear answered. But still curious.

As for Santa Claus, did the man stay up at night coming up with extra ways to out himself as insane? Indeedy, James almost muttered under his breath. Ridiculous. His gaze, however, returned to backpack boy. ”No thank you,” he replied, not feeling any thanks whatsoever though he used the word himself. So to answer the question, yes James was the type of person that could refuse to eat a delicious and perfectly roasted marshmallow. And he could do it without batting an eyelash. Marshmallows were nothing more than packed with sugar, after all. James didn’t do sugar. Nor did he do marshmallows.

Furthermore, marshmallows were sticky. They were messy. And they were not allowed in his office. And to make this perfectly clear, he gave Saint Nick and Backpack Boy a forced smile. ”I’ll leave you two to it then.” James was perfectly annoyed, though he did his best not to outwardly show it. ”I trust you won’t make a mess.”

And with that he walked back into the office.

If they needed something, they could KNOCK.
__________________
Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You?

You are Lemon!
ArianaBlack is offline  
Old 01-07-2016, 04:01 AM   #13 (permalink)
Dark Force Defense League

MLE & DoM
Banshee
 
BanaBatGirl's Avatar
 
Join Date: May 2007
Location: Gotham
Posts: 51,207

Hogwarts RPG Name:
TBD
Gryffindor

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Zara H. Bunbury-Foster
Slytherin
Fourth Year

Ministry RPG Name:
Bernadette O. Grantham
Law Enforcement

Ministry RPG Name:
David O. Truebridge
Mysteries
Default
Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB

SPOILER!!: brb, gotta change my pants from laughing too hard with a full bladder XD
Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie View Post
"Stellar," the ma grinned, moving the roasting fork a little closer to the young man so he could more easily pluck one of the marshmallows off should he so desire. "One gourmet coconut marshmallow for me and one for you then," he nodded, plucking his own from the tip and popping it into his mouth. "No need to give me that look, Pebbles. You're allergic to coconut."

Really, she was allergic to most things. Made sharing the astronomer's food always a pleasant experience.

And Pebbles was making no fuss over resting on Mr. David's lap, so the suited astronomer was able to relax a bit more. She did have good temperament with people in general, unlike the man himself.

"Plenty more where tha---" Airey's head turned when he heard the new Creatures professor step out of his office. "We are indeedy," he grinned, bits of toasted marshmallow stuck to his pearly whites - although he as entirely oblivious to this fact. The professor nodded his head at Mr. David's invitation.

What sort of person could refuse the offer to eat a delicious and perfectly roasted marshmallow?

Well....actually...one look at the man's face gave a pretty clear indication of what sort of person might.
Quote:
Originally Posted by ArianaBlack View Post
SPOILER!!: welp. sorry you had to witness this, kid



James gave backpack boy a proper look up and down now. Sat on a chair with his backpack still on. Was it too much to part ways with it for only a moment? Was there a reason why it didn’t leave his back? All questions that James didn’t care nor have the time to hear answered. But still curious.

As for Santa Claus, did the man stay up at night coming up with extra ways to out himself as insane? Indeedy, James almost muttered under his breath. Ridiculous. His gaze, however, returned to backpack boy. ”No thank you,” he replied, not feeling any thanks whatsoever though he used the word himself. So to answer the question, yes James was the type of person that could refuse to eat a delicious and perfectly roasted marshmallow. And he could do it without batting an eyelash. Marshmallows were nothing more than packed with sugar, after all. James didn’t do sugar. Nor did he do marshmallows.

Furthermore, marshmallows were sticky. They were messy. And they were not allowed in his office. And to make this perfectly clear, he gave Saint Nick and Backpack Boy a forced smile. ”I’ll leave you two to it then.” James was perfectly annoyed, though he did his best not to outwardly show it. ”I trust you won’t make a mess.”

And with that he walked back into the office.

If they needed something, they could KNOCK.


"Stellllllllar," Davie repeated, sounding a bit like a surfer dude and not so much like the Astronomy professor. "I like the pun, professor." Yes, it was necessary for him to point out, because he appreciated lingual humor. He glanced down at the rock on his lap, which to his observation, had not changed its expression, and then casually glanced back at the astronomer again. Er? Had she said something, but it was too quiet for him to hear? Was this a magical rock that could talk, then? He'd roll with it. But not literally, because that could be painful.

Plucking a 'shallow from the poker, David took a humongous bite and followed Flamsteed's lead in smiling (stickily) at the new professor. Hwhaaaaaaaaaaaaaat?! The man was refusing a marshmallow?! David worked on swallowing the giant mass in his mouth, his smile starting to turn into a frown. Upside down. The wrong way up. What? What? Gosh, was he offended by marshmallows? Or worse, was he allergic to them?!

Having sucessfully swallowed most of that bite, and a bit shocked that the professor had just closed the door on their happy party, Davie turned to the Admiral. "Gosh, maybe HE'S allergic to coconut." Should he have covered Pebbels' ears? That guy did not seem nice. And oop, he'd better be careful not to touch the rock with the finger that had touched the 'shallow. Being careful! That was him! No messes here, NO SIR!
__________________

yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________

__________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind
BanaBatGirl is offline  
Old 01-07-2016, 09:39 PM   #14 (permalink)

Wizarding World RPG Admin
Minister for Magic

DoM & MO

Alley Proprietor
Romanian Longhorn
 
sweetpinkpixie's Avatar
 
Join Date: Aug 2010
Location: The Paths
Posts: 39,306

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Mitsuki Rasting
Ravenclaw
Seventh Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Anna Walles
Hufflepuff
Fifth Year

Ministry RPG Name:
Charles Hollingberry
Minister's Office

Ministry RPG Name:
Airey Flamsteed
Mysteries

Diagon Alley Employee:
Zachaël Lufkin
Owl Post

x12 x12
Default
astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh.

So.

Well.

That was....

....interesting?

Swallowing the remaining bits of marshmallow - those pesky bits that had gotten stuck to his teeth previously - the astronomer clicked his tongue against the back of those very same pearly whites and then looked towards the second year. The first thoughts that came to mind were hardly the sort that one shared with a student, and thus were swallowed down like the remaining bits of marshmallow.

"Perhaps..." he nodded, keeping his voice low. "OR...perhaps he has Althaiophobia?" Had the Ravenclaw seen the manner in which he had so angrily gazed upon the perfectly toasted delectable cloud? It was the same manner in which he glared at peanut butter. "Lucky for him these are just small little pockets deliciousness and not the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man."

So...another marshmallow? Or...
__________________



When youre stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ...........
this is our time to own it, so own it.....................................
baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes
sweetpinkpixie is offline  
Old 01-07-2016, 10:05 PM   #15 (permalink)
Dark Force Defense League

MLE & DoM
Banshee
 
BanaBatGirl's Avatar
 
Join Date: May 2007
Location: Gotham
Posts: 51,207

Hogwarts RPG Name:
TBD
Gryffindor

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Zara H. Bunbury-Foster
Slytherin
Fourth Year

Ministry RPG Name:
Bernadette O. Grantham
Law Enforcement

Ministry RPG Name:
David O. Truebridge
Mysteries
Default
Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB

Picking up on Flamsteed's quieter tone, David leaned in just slightly, his free hand resting gently on Pebbles' head so she wouldn't slide off his lap. He nearly asked what althaiophobia was, but by using his context clues and understanding of Latin, he could pretty easily deduce that it meant a fear of marshmallows. After all, the man wouldn't have been able to identify that Flamsteed had just roasted coconut marshmallows just by glancing at them for two minutes, so a fear of coconuts was out. And why would he be afraid of rocks like Pebbles? A fear of rocks was probably geophobia... anywaaaaaaaay.

"I agree," David concurred despite his mouthful of marshmallow. He swallowed it all down, eventually, and eyed the professor. "Do you have any more 'shallows, sir? I'd like to toast one." Maybe he had other flavors TOO. Also, "What is the staff puffy marshmallow man?"
__________________

yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________

__________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind
BanaBatGirl is offline  
Old 01-07-2016, 10:26 PM   #16 (permalink)

Wizarding World RPG Admin
Minister for Magic

DoM & MO

Alley Proprietor
Romanian Longhorn
 
sweetpinkpixie's Avatar
 
Join Date: Aug 2010
Location: The Paths
Posts: 39,306

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Mitsuki Rasting
Ravenclaw
Seventh Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Anna Walles
Hufflepuff
Fifth Year

Ministry RPG Name:
Charles Hollingberry
Minister's Office

Ministry RPG Name:
Airey Flamsteed
Mysteries

Diagon Alley Employee:
Zachaël Lufkin
Owl Post

x12 x12
Default
astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf

The astronomer was not spiraling into how to plausibly create said Stay Puft Marshmallow Man here at Hogwarts. Perhaps around Halloween? With the lack of any real curve balls being thrown last year to tickle the man's Gryffindor fancy, a bit of organized and structured 'danger' to keep students on their toes wouldn't be such a bad thing, right? That was all part of the Hogwarts experience, was it now?

Perhaps he could have a word with Professor Not Sabel about this since defense was that fellow's area of expertise.

"Hmmm?" he murmured, being somewhat drawn away from his giant marshmallowy fantasies. "Oh, I most certainly do," he nodded while reaching for the bag and offering it to the second year as well as his roasting stick. "Here, you can you this...and I'll take Pebbles back. Just be careful with the tip there. It really is quite sharp."

Gryffindor tested and Medea approved.

"Stay Puft Marshmallow Man," he corrected. "A fictional character from that originally appeared in a century old muggle film. Approximately 112.5 feet tall humanoid figure of conjoined marshmallow."

He probably had the action figure lying around somewhere, now that he thought about it. Wonder where that was....
__________________



When youre stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ...........
this is our time to own it, so own it.....................................
baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes
sweetpinkpixie is offline  
Old 01-07-2016, 10:57 PM   #17 (permalink)
Dark Force Defense League

MLE & DoM
Banshee
 
BanaBatGirl's Avatar
 
Join Date: May 2007
Location: Gotham
Posts: 51,207

Hogwarts RPG Name:
TBD
Gryffindor

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Zara H. Bunbury-Foster
Slytherin
Fourth Year

Ministry RPG Name:
Bernadette O. Grantham
Law Enforcement

Ministry RPG Name:
David O. Truebridge
Mysteries
Default
Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB

Sweet Solstice! (heh) He was being handed the roasting stick! What an honor! David traded Pebbles off for the stick and bag of 'shallows, and settled back into his seat as best as he could with his backpack still on. Oops, had he forgotten to take that off? Oh well. He was so used to it by now, he didn't even notice it. Maybe THAT was how turtles felt about their shells. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, YES, yes, that WAS how turtles felt about their shells, and THAT must have been the answer to the bronze knocker's riddle from last term! A backpack! NOW he got it! Duhhhhhhhh. Heh. Funny.

Smirking to himself at his own thoughts, David stuck a few (read: 10) marshmallows onto the end of the poker. He was very careful not to stick himself in the process, and then he began to gently rotate them over the fire. Patience was key when roasting marshmallows, and David pretty much had allllllllll the time in the world. The backpack, though, didn't. It actually WAS being a bit of a hindrance now, straining at his back as it were, and trying to pull him back into his seat even though he was wanting to lean forward toward the fireplace.

"What's the name of the film?" he continued their conversation curiously as he carried on with the ambitious roasting. "So he's a bit like a Muggle giant, only made out of sugar?" Fascinating, those Muggles. Very creative. Much wow. "What's he do?" He probably had some magical powers, right? And probably was allergic to fire, much like these 'shallows, two of which at the bottom were getting too toasty? No no no, he could do a better roasting job than that!

David leaned forward again to try to get the marshmallows at a better angle, but his backpack was simply not having it. The weight of the stuffed pack combined with the restraints of the padded straps multiplied by the strain of David's weight and taken to the nth power of the lure of the fire equaled a bit of a disaster in the making. As the backpack's straps finally snapped, David began to fall face-first into the fireplace. BUT OH NO, FIRE, NOT TODAY! This second-year wasn't new to flames, and with wide eyes, he let go of the marshmallow poker so that he could avert his fall with his hands. He was (oddly) a success, and merely tumbled out of his chair and onto the floor, completely unharmed and free of his seated backpack.

However, remember the roasting stick with no fewer than ten now-flaming marshmallows on it? Yes, that one. It was headed straight for Draper's door, where it collided with solid, resounding thud, one so strong it could easily be mistaken for a knock.
__________________

yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________

__________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind
BanaBatGirl is offline  
Old 01-08-2016, 01:31 AM   #18 (permalink)
Admin
Assistant Forum Manager
Quibbler & Newbie Mod

DMLE & DMT
Ashwinder
 
ArianaBlack's Avatar
 
Join Date: Dec 2010
Location: #6e5f57 |#ba93d8
Posts: 13,664

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Alfie Adair
Hufflepuff
First Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Bronwen Grimaldi
Slytherin
Fifth Year

Ministry RPG Name:
Tomasz Łaska
Law Enforcement
x10 x1
Default Oh boy....
doesn't proofread tweets | #wrongaboutcereal | #siriusly? | emo to the extremo

Ah. A knock. Quite a strong knock. To be honest it was more like a strong thud. But as James was back to leaning in his chair and reading his book, he couldn’t tell the difference. Putting the book down, he grinned to himself rather foolishly over the fact that he had WON. He always won, so it wasn’t much of a surprise, but he had won nonetheless. And a victory was ALWAYS welcome. So Santa Claus and Backpack Boy had seen the error in their ways and now they were knocking in an attempt at an apology. Just the way it was supposed to happen.

James was smug.

Though he wasn’t quite sure whether he’d be willing to give out second chances… Jolly ol’ Saint Nick was surely not receiving any as he was already on strike four, but James supposed he ought to give Backpack Boy a chance to redeem himself. So he stood up, turned the handle to his door, and stepped out with a— Wait a minute.

If Santa was sitting on a chair with a rock on his lap (which did not make any sense in the first place)… And Backpack Boy was on the floor….Who knocked on his door?

O_____________o

!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!??

FLAMING MARSHMALLOWS AND ROASTING FORK STUCK RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS DOOR. NOT AMUSED.

Thinking quickly, the CoMC Professor pulled his wand out from his pocket and pointed it towards the door, using a nonverbal ‘aguamenti’ spell to water down the flaming marshmallows.

He was cool. He was calm. No wait, he was positively seething. It was hard to tell whether the smoke was coming from the marshmallows or from his head at this point. Hadn’t he told them NOT to make a mess? HADN’T HE?

Angrily, James pulled the fork out of his door and turned to face the two hooligans in mention. Holding the fork out in front of him he… Watched as the soggy marshmallows slipped right onto his shoes, apparently. All ten of them. WHO ROASTED TEN MARSHMALLOWS AT ONCE ANYWAYS? Livid. He was livid. Taking a deep breath he managed a short, ”Care to explain?" His tone was pointed, angry, and terrifyingly collected all at the same time. Less of an inquiry and more of a demand. Who done it? And was it a rash thought to want to throw a Professor into detention?

If a game is what Flaming Flamsteed wanted to play, then he had just met his match.

Also, his poor door. Someone was willing to pay for the damages, YES? Oi Saint Nick, for Christmas James would like a new door and he would also like you to get a new head. Thanks.
__________________
Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You?

You are Lemon!
ArianaBlack is offline  
Old 01-08-2016, 02:09 AM   #19 (permalink)
Ravenclaw
Dugbog
 
Mirali's Avatar
 
Join Date: Dec 2015
Location: GMT-8
Posts: 105

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Runa Luijendijk
Second Year
Default Knock...


Seven o'clock on a Sunday morning. Not a time that 11-year-olds are normally expected to have already been wandering around for an hour or so but being up early meant that Ailsa had some time to wander before her cousin's antics created chaos around her. Plus, it was a glorious morning. The sky was clear, birds were flitting about, or, if they got too close to the Whomping Willow, being flung about.

She still wasn't sure what she thought about that. On the one hand, it didn't seem terribly good for the birds. But on the other hand, how could you blame a plant? I mean, one didn't get angry with spiders just because they sometimes caught butterflies. Ailsa supposed the Whomping Willow was one of those things that just was and just had to be lived with.

The little antechamber for the professor's office next to the barn was bright from the plentiful windows, but warm. She cracked a window slightly to allow some of the wonderful morning air into the room before knocking, once, lightly, on the professor's door. It was probably too early in the morning, but she'd put off exploring long enough. And she missed the animals back home, so maybe this would be something of a substitute.

While she waited for the professor, she leaned on the sill of the open window, watching the sun filter through the trees. A little jumping spider abseiled from the window's exterior frame and she watched it for several moments, studying it before it disappeared into a small crack in the stone.
__________________
Mirali is offline  
Old 01-08-2016, 03:03 AM   #20 (permalink)
Admin
Assistant Forum Manager
Quibbler & Newbie Mod

DMLE & DMT
Ashwinder
 
ArianaBlack's Avatar
 
Join Date: Dec 2010
Location: #6e5f57 |#ba93d8
Posts: 13,664

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Alfie Adair
Hufflepuff
First Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Bronwen Grimaldi
Slytherin
Fifth Year

Ministry RPG Name:
Tomasz Łaska
Law Enforcement
x10 x1
Default *la la la* Different timelines are beautiful things
doesn't proofread tweets | #wrongaboutcereal | #siriusly? | emo to the extremo

SPOILER!!: Ailsa!
Quote:
Originally Posted by Mirali View Post

Seven o'clock on a Sunday morning. Not a time that 11-year-olds are normally expected to have already been wandering around for an hour or so but being up early meant that Ailsa had some time to wander before her cousin's antics created chaos around her. Plus, it was a glorious morning. The sky was clear, birds were flitting about, or, if they got too close to the Whomping Willow, being flung about.

She still wasn't sure what she thought about that. On the one hand, it didn't seem terribly good for the birds. But on the other hand, how could you blame a plant? I mean, one didn't get angry with spiders just because they sometimes caught butterflies. Ailsa supposed the Whomping Willow was one of those things that just was and just had to be lived with.

The little antechamber for the professor's office next to the barn was bright from the plentiful windows, but warm. She cracked a window slightly to allow some of the wonderful morning air into the room before knocking, once, lightly, on the professor's door. It was probably too early in the morning, but she'd put off exploring long enough. And she missed the animals back home, so maybe this would be something of a substitute.

While she waited for the professor, she leaned on the sill of the open window, watching the sun filter through the trees. A little jumping spider abseiled from the window's exterior frame and she watched it for several moments, studying it before it disappeared into a small crack in the stone.

Seven O'Clock on a Sunday morning was not a time that normal however-many-year-olds were up and running. Luckily for Ms. Alisa Denaker, James Draper prided himself on not being a normal however-many-year-old. Thirty three, if that detail was of any importance. Which it wasn't. What was of importance was that Professor Draper was sat inside his office, already leaning back in his chair with black coffee sat ready on his desk. He was seizing the day. Writing down some scattered notes for future lessons, enjoying the quiet that the morning had to offer.

Mornings meant he was in a good mood. Fortunately for Ailsa and James both.

As he lifted his quill from the parchment in front of him he heard a knock on the door. Ah? Who could it possibly be? Seven in the morning was not a very popular time, however, many of his visitors had been of the early-rising variety. Had word somehow gotten out that James was more chipper at this point in the day? Hopefully so.

The Professor didn't bother to flick the door open with his wand, however, with eyes still on his notes he called out loud enough so that his visitor could hear, "Come in," hopefully it wasn't that wretched Poncho Man again. James had enough of him to last an entire three years at this school.


OOC: You can now post inside Professor Draper's office!
__________________
Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You?

You are Lemon!
ArianaBlack is offline  
Old 01-08-2016, 08:12 PM   #21 (permalink)

Wizarding World RPG Admin
Minister for Magic

DoM & MO

Alley Proprietor
Romanian Longhorn
 
sweetpinkpixie's Avatar
 
Join Date: Aug 2010
Location: The Paths
Posts: 39,306

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Mitsuki Rasting
Ravenclaw
Seventh Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Anna Walles
Hufflepuff
Fifth Year

Ministry RPG Name:
Charles Hollingberry
Minister's Office

Ministry RPG Name:
Airey Flamsteed
Mysteries

Diagon Alley Employee:
Zachaël Lufkin
Owl Post

x12 x12
Default
astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK | & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf

SPOILER!!: dis. all dis. yas. oh boy XD
Quote:
Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl View Post
Sweet Solstice! (heh) He was being handed the roasting stick! What an honor! David traded Pebbles off for the stick and bag of 'shallows, and settled back into his seat as best as he could with his backpack still on. Oops, had he forgotten to take that off? Oh well. He was so used to it by now, he didn't even notice it. Maybe THAT was how turtles felt about their shells. Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, YES, yes, that WAS how turtles felt about their shells, and THAT must have been the answer to the bronze knocker's riddle from last term! A backpack! NOW he got it! Duhhhhhhhh. Heh. Funny.

Smirking to himself at his own thoughts, David stuck a few (read: 10) marshmallows onto the end of the poker. He was very careful not to stick himself in the process, and then he began to gently rotate them over the fire. Patience was key when roasting marshmallows, and David pretty much had allllllllll the time in the world. The backpack, though, didn't. It actually WAS being a bit of a hindrance now, straining at his back as it were, and trying to pull him back into his seat even though he was wanting to lean forward toward the fireplace.

"What's the name of the film?" he continued their conversation curiously as he carried on with the ambitious roasting. "So he's a bit like a Muggle giant, only made out of sugar?" Fascinating, those Muggles. Very creative. Much wow. "What's he do?" He probably had some magical powers, right? And probably was allergic to fire, much like these 'shallows, two of which at the bottom were getting too toasty? No no no, he could do a better roasting job than that!

David leaned forward again to try to get the marshmallows at a better angle, but his backpack was simply not having it. The weight of the stuffed pack combined with the restraints of the padded straps multiplied by the strain of David's weight and taken to the nth power of the lure of the fire equaled a bit of a disaster in the making. As the backpack's straps finally snapped, David began to fall face-first into the fireplace. BUT OH NO, FIRE, NOT TODAY! This second-year wasn't new to flames, and with wide eyes, he let go of the marshmallow poker so that he could avert his fall with his hands. He was (oddly) a success, and merely tumbled out of his chair and onto the floor, completely unharmed and free of his seated backpack.

However, remember the roasting stick with no fewer than ten now-flaming marshmallows on it? Yes, that one. It was headed straight for Draper's door, where it collided with solid, resounding thud, one so strong it could easily be mistaken for a knock.
Quote:
Originally Posted by ArianaBlack View Post
Ah. A knock. Quite a strong knock. To be honest it was more like a strong thud. But as James was back to leaning in his chair and reading his book, he couldn’t tell the difference. Putting the book down, he grinned to himself rather foolishly over the fact that he had WON. He always won, so it wasn’t much of a surprise, but he had won nonetheless. And a victory was ALWAYS welcome. So Santa Claus and Backpack Boy had seen the error in their ways and now they were knocking in an attempt at an apology. Just the way it was supposed to happen.

James was smug.

Though he wasn’t quite sure whether he’d be willing to give out second chances… Jolly ol’ Saint Nick was surely not receiving any as he was already on strike four, but James supposed he ought to give Backpack Boy a chance to redeem himself. So he stood up, turned the handle to his door, and stepped out with a— Wait a minute.

If Santa was sitting on a chair with a rock on his lap (which did not make any sense in the first place)… And Backpack Boy was on the floor….Who knocked on his door?

O_____________o

!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!??

FLAMING MARSHMALLOWS AND ROASTING FORK STUCK RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS DOOR. NOT AMUSED.

Thinking quickly, the CoMC Professor pulled his wand out from his pocket and pointed it towards the door, using a nonverbal ‘aguamenti’ spell to water down the flaming marshmallows.

He was cool. He was calm. No wait, he was positively seething. It was hard to tell whether the smoke was coming from the marshmallows or from his head at this point. Hadn’t he told them NOT to make a mess? HADN’T HE?

Angrily, James pulled the fork out of his door and turned to face the two hooligans in mention. Holding the fork out in front of him he… Watched as the soggy marshmallows slipped right onto his shoes, apparently. All ten of them. WHO ROASTED TEN MARSHMALLOWS AT ONCE ANYWAYS? Livid. He was livid. Taking a deep breath he managed a short, ”Care to explain?" His tone was pointed, angry, and terrifyingly collected all at the same time. Less of an inquiry and more of a demand. Who done it? And was it a rash thought to want to throw a Professor into detention?

If a game is what Flaming Flamsteed wanted to play, then he had just met his match.

Also, his poor door. Someone was willing to pay for the damages, YES? Oi Saint Nick, for Christmas James would like a new door and he would also like you to get a new head. Thanks.

Settling Pebbles down on his lap for optimum pet rock bum comfort, Airey tried not to look tooooooooooo disturbed by the number of marshmallows - expensive gourmet ones at that - that were to be roasted all at once. But it was too late to tell the boy otherwise as they were already into the fire. He would just been a keen eye on those to make sure none of them charred or anything. If they did, well, he would tackle that horror if it ever reared its ugly bubbling head.

"Ghostbusters. Fascinating little study to show how the muggle film industry can capitalize on muggle's fears of the paranormal and unknown," the astronomer explained, eyes GLUED on the marshmallows as he tried not to dig a whole into the seat upon which he sat while observing their roasting. "In a nutshell, The Stay Puft Marshmallow Man became the new body of the Sumerian god Gozer as it was the next thing the heroes, the Ghostbusters, thought of and this new form would destroy the world. While more of a slightly comical plot device, as the film is meant to be an action comedy of sorts, I am of the philosophical belief that the use of this character specifically was meant to be a metaphor for something that seems harmless and cute can, given the right circumstances, become destructive and evil."

Like felines. Although all of them already WERE evil. Evil and plotting the demise of the human race.

And Hufflepuffs.

NO NOT THE MARSHMALLOOOOOOOOOWS!

Lunging forward, clutching Pebbles with one hand, Airey had hoped to save them from hitting the floor. Which, thankfully, they did not anyway and instead whizzed right by the man's head. Also made it look as though he were trying to catch the second year from falling which...well...that would be a good cover story. Ahem.

BUT SWEET SOLSTICE THE MARSHMALLOWS!

"Sweet solstice, you alright, Mr. David?" he asked hurriedly, his blue eyes lingering only for a moment on the Ravenclaw before searching for where half his bag of marshmallows had flown off to. AHA! HE FOUND THEM! Oh thank Merlin they were not rui----

And then came a sound that could be heard all the way from a galaxy far far away.

Heartbreak.

Gasping, his tone high pitched and in utter and complete SHOCK, one would think that the man had just witnessed one of his action figures being snapped in half or one of his neckties cut in two. And the new Creatures professor had the audacity to ask HIM for an explanation!?

IT WAS RATHER BLOODY OBVIOUS, WAS IT NOT?!

"You just ruined ten gourmet coconut marshmallows," the astronomer offered. YOU AND THAT AGUAMENTI SPELL.

Which had technically made a bigger mess than the roasting for to the door. Just saying.
__________________



When youre stuck in a moment and your spark has been stolen .................................................. ...........
this is our time to own it, so own it.....................................
baby we were born with fire and gold in our eyes
sweetpinkpixie is offline  
Old 01-10-2016, 01:05 AM   #22 (permalink)



DERP & DMAC
Augurey
 
oh its Erik ok's Avatar
 
Join Date: Feb 2012
Location: Eorzea
Posts: 11,714

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Amatheia Barrington
Ravenclaw
Second Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Phoebe Barrington
Slytherin
Third Year

Ministry RPG Name:
Alexander Brian Pappadeaux

x2 x7
Default ARIANA...hi
Treat Yo Self | +2 | Enabler | Nerd | Blink

Dante was bored. He was going to go bother Eureka or maybe Maggie or if he really felt like it go find Noel and finalize things. But he was probably with Maddie and yeah. Let those two have their alone time. So the next best thing would have been to both one Zander Adair. But sadly he was not at the school anymore. Frankly Dante was shocked he graduated. He deserved a cookie for that.

Next was new Professors. You should see his bother list. It was quite extensive. First on the list was the CoMC Professor. Dante had no clue what the man liked or even his name. Still it would probably not beat the time he visited Professor Q for the first time.

Oh Dante missed that man.

Dante knocked on his door and did a little song with his knock. It was fun.

So now all that was left to do was wait.
__________________

-------------------------------------Be a pineapple: Stand tall,
-----------------------------------------wear a crown, and be sweet on the inside.
oh its Erik ok is offline  
Old 01-10-2016, 05:37 AM   #23 (permalink)
Admin
Assistant Forum Manager
Quibbler & Newbie Mod

DMLE & DMT
Ashwinder
 
ArianaBlack's Avatar
 
Join Date: Dec 2010
Location: #6e5f57 |#ba93d8
Posts: 13,664

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Alfie Adair
Hufflepuff
First Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Bronwen Grimaldi
Slytherin
Fifth Year

Ministry RPG Name:
Tomasz Łaska
Law Enforcement
x10 x1
Default *waits for a Roro post before letting James unleash his fury*
doesn't proofread tweets | #wrongaboutcereal | #siriusly? | emo to the extremo

SPOILER!!: ERIK AUGUST
Quote:
Originally Posted by Meizzner View Post
Dante was bored. He was going to go bother Eureka or maybe Maggie or if he really felt like it go find Noel and finalize things. But he was probably with Maddie and yeah. Let those two have their alone time. So the next best thing would have been to both one Zander Adair. But sadly he was not at the school anymore. Frankly Dante was shocked he graduated. He deserved a cookie for that.

Next was new Professors. You should see his bother list. It was quite extensive. First on the list was the CoMC Professor. Dante had no clue what the man liked or even his name. Still it would probably not beat the time he visited Professor Q for the first time.

Oh Dante missed that man.

Dante knocked on his door and did a little song with his knock. It was fun.

So now all that was left to do was wait.

Fortunately for the young Barrington, waiting for long wasn’t completely necessary.

James was sat in his office reading over papers again when the boy had arrived outside. He heard the door swing open and shut for what felt like the millionth time this week. Couldn’t he just have one bloody hour to finish up grading these papers? It wasn’t like there were many stacks yet, but if people kept bothering visiting every thirty minutes the stacks would surely grow to an impossible amount by the end of the year and they would all receive T’s. Actually, that didn’t sound like an awful idea. Hm.

He waited for the knock, quite annoyed with how many times the boy choose to do so… But at least he knocked. Couldn’t say the same for SOME people. COUGH. COUGH. COUGH. SANTA CLAUS. BACKPACK BOY. Cough.

After one long sip from his mug, James flicked his wand at the door causing it to open just a bit. ”Come in,” he called from the inside. This better be good.

And if it was Poncho Paul again, James was giving him back the stupid stump.



OOC: You know the drill. I mean, uh, you can post in the office now!
__________________
Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You?

You are Lemon!
ArianaBlack is offline  
Old 01-10-2016, 07:20 AM   #24 (permalink)
Dark Force Defense League

MLE & DoM
Banshee
 
BanaBatGirl's Avatar
 
Join Date: May 2007
Location: Gotham
Posts: 51,207

Hogwarts RPG Name:
TBD
Gryffindor

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Zara H. Bunbury-Foster
Slytherin
Fourth Year

Ministry RPG Name:
Bernadette O. Grantham
Law Enforcement

Ministry RPG Name:
David O. Truebridge
Mysteries
Default thank u for waaaaaaaaaittttttttingggggggg *__________*
Professor Pink | Mrs. Bruce Wayne | I'm on a Goat | Glitterpuff | Dumbledore's Defense Squad | BHB

SPOILER!!: This guy. The new Bunz. And Flamsteed, because there's no one quite like Flammy.
Quote:
Originally Posted by ArianaBlack View Post
Ah. A knock. Quite a strong knock. To be honest it was more like a strong thud. But as James was back to leaning in his chair and reading his book, he couldn’t tell the difference. Putting the book down, he grinned to himself rather foolishly over the fact that he had WON. He always won, so it wasn’t much of a surprise, but he had won nonetheless. And a victory was ALWAYS welcome. So Santa Claus and Backpack Boy had seen the error in their ways and now they were knocking in an attempt at an apology. Just the way it was supposed to happen.

James was smug.

Though he wasn’t quite sure whether he’d be willing to give out second chances… Jolly ol’ Saint Nick was surely not receiving any as he was already on strike four, but James supposed he ought to give Backpack Boy a chance to redeem himself. So he stood up, turned the handle to his door, and stepped out with a— Wait a minute.

If Santa was sitting on a chair with a rock on his lap (which did not make any sense in the first place)… And Backpack Boy was on the floor….Who knocked on his door?

O_____________o

!?!??!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!??!?!?!?!?!?!??

FLAMING MARSHMALLOWS AND ROASTING FORK STUCK RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF HIS DOOR. NOT AMUSED.

Thinking quickly, the CoMC Professor pulled his wand out from his pocket and pointed it towards the door, using a nonverbal ‘aguamenti’ spell to water down the flaming marshmallows.

He was cool. He was calm. No wait, he was positively seething. It was hard to tell whether the smoke was coming from the marshmallows or from his head at this point. Hadn’t he told them NOT to make a mess? HADN’T HE?

Angrily, James pulled the fork out of his door and turned to face the two hooligans in mention. Holding the fork out in front of him he… Watched as the soggy marshmallows slipped right onto his shoes, apparently. All ten of them. WHO ROASTED TEN MARSHMALLOWS AT ONCE ANYWAYS? Livid. He was livid. Taking a deep breath he managed a short, ”Care to explain?" His tone was pointed, angry, and terrifyingly collected all at the same time. Less of an inquiry and more of a demand. Who done it? And was it a rash thought to want to throw a Professor into detention?

If a game is what Flaming Flamsteed wanted to play, then he had just met his match.

Also, his poor door. Someone was willing to pay for the damages, YES? Oi Saint Nick, for Christmas James would like a new door and he would also like you to get a new head. Thanks.
Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie View Post
Settling Pebbles down on his lap for optimum pet rock bum comfort, Airey tried not to look tooooooooooo disturbed by the number of marshmallows - expensive gourmet ones at that - that were to be roasted all at once. But it was too late to tell the boy otherwise as they were already into the fire. He would just been a keen eye on those to make sure none of them charred or anything. If they did, well, he would tackle that horror if it ever reared its ugly bubbling head.

"Ghostbusters. Fascinating little study to show how the muggle film industry can capitalize on muggle's fears of the paranormal and unknown," the astronomer explained, eyes GLUED on the marshmallows as he tried not to dig a whole into the seat upon which he sat while observing their roasting. "In a nutshell, The Stay Puft Marshmallow Man became the new body of the Sumerian god Gozer as it was the next thing the heroes, the Ghostbusters, thought of and this new form would destroy the world. While more of a slightly comical plot device, as the film is meant to be an action comedy of sorts, I am of the philosophical belief that the use of this character specifically was meant to be a metaphor for something that seems harmless and cute can, given the right circumstances, become destructive and evil."

Like felines. Although all of them already WERE evil. Evil and plotting the demise of the human race.

And Hufflepuffs.

NO NOT THE MARSHMALLOOOOOOOOOWS!

Lunging forward, clutching Pebbles with one hand, Airey had hoped to save them from hitting the floor. Which, thankfully, they did not anyway and instead whizzed right by the man's head. Also made it look as though he were trying to catch the second year from falling which...well...that would be a good cover story. Ahem.

BUT SWEET SOLSTICE THE MARSHMALLOWS!

"Sweet solstice, you alright, Mr. David?" he asked hurriedly, his blue eyes lingering only for a moment on the Ravenclaw before searching for where half his bag of marshmallows had flown off to. AHA! HE FOUND THEM! Oh thank Merlin they were not rui----

And then came a sound that could be heard all the way from a galaxy far far away.

Heartbreak.

Gasping, his tone high pitched and in utter and complete SHOCK, one would think that the man had just witnessed one of his action figures being snapped in half or one of his neckties cut in two. And the new Creatures professor had the audacity to ask HIM for an explanation!?

IT WAS RATHER BLOODY OBVIOUS, WAS IT NOT?!

"You just ruined ten gourmet coconut marshmallows," the astronomer offered. YOU AND THAT AGUAMENTI SPELL.

Which had technically made a bigger mess than the roasting for to the door. Just saying.


Whewwwwwwwwwwweee, that had been a close one. But look, he was fine! Was this what being a Gryffindor was like? Because that feeling of elation of almost catching fire but not kind of seemed like a Gryffindorish thing to enjoy. So Davie was going to stay seated here for a moment and just enjoy that feeling, as a small sideways grin lit up his little face.

And aww! Flammy! The Admiral had even put out a hand to try to stop his fall! What a guy, though. What a good guy. "I'm fine, Professor!" he answered the man cheerfully. "Maybe you can help me fix my backpa----"

Hold on a hot marshmallow minute, though. The professor must have heard the marshmallow debacle land on his door, and now SOMEBODY wasn't happy. (But really, who wouldn't be happy to have no fewer than TEN hot marshmallows land on his door?! The guy just HAD to be allergic.) David wasn't very good at reading people, but even he could tell that the new Creatures guy was U P S E T. He was wearing a very cold, very VERY SCARY facial expression quite similar to one David's mother frequently wore.

The Ravenclaw gulped. It was like seeing her reincarnated as a younger, slightly taller man. Without red hair. STILL CREEPY!!!!!!!! So suddenly frightened was Davie that even he knew better than to bring up the obvious, now soaking-wet marshmallows, gourmet as they may be. And so he swatted the professor, on the arm, with a light backhand that said, 'shuddup, dummy! I've GOT THIS!'

The little boy turned toward Draper, and put on his bright blue puppy dog eyes, which were only made larger by the specs on his face. "Sir?" he looked up at him as pathetically as possible, "I don't know how it happened, but my marshmallow stick somehow landed in your door. I think it flew out of my hand when the professor handed it off to me." He sniffed quietly for the loss of the 'shallows. "I'm so sorry, sir. I was scared of falling into your fireplace with them. I'm kinda clumsy AND my backpack broke at just the wrong time."

Cue the lip wibble... and yep, there it was. All together, David Truebridge looked like the perfect picture of a pathetic little nerd, collapsed on the floor with his big backpack on the chair behind him. Surely he couldn't be held responsible for this mess, right? AND he'd even managed to split the blame with Flamsteed in that little speech of his. He ought to get off scot free AND get an acting award for that... well, awfully honest rendition. David Truebridge did also not know how to lie to adults.
__________________

yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________

__________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind
BanaBatGirl is offline  
Old 01-12-2016, 12:45 AM   #25 (permalink)
Admin
Assistant Forum Manager
Quibbler & Newbie Mod

DMLE & DMT
Ashwinder
 
ArianaBlack's Avatar
 
Join Date: Dec 2010
Location: #6e5f57 |#ba93d8
Posts: 13,664

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Alfie Adair
Hufflepuff
First Year

Hogwarts RPG Name:
Bronwen Grimaldi
Slytherin
Fifth Year

Ministry RPG Name:
Tomasz Łaska
Law Enforcement
x10 x1
Default Sorry for the wait, y'all >__<
doesn't proofread tweets | #wrongaboutcereal | #siriusly? | emo to the extremo

SPOILER!!: Backpack Boy Wonder and Flaming Santa
Quote:
Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie View Post
Settling Pebbles down on his lap for optimum pet rock bum comfort, Airey tried not to look tooooooooooo disturbed by the number of marshmallows - expensive gourmet ones at that - that were to be roasted all at once. But it was too late to tell the boy otherwise as they were already into the fire. He would just been a keen eye on those to make sure none of them charred or anything. If they did, well, he would tackle that horror if it ever reared its ugly bubbling head.

"Ghostbusters. Fascinating little study to show how the muggle film industry can capitalize on muggle's fears of the paranormal and unknown," the astronomer explained, eyes GLUED on the marshmallows as he tried not to dig a whole into the seat upon which he sat while observing their roasting. "In a nutshell, The Stay Puft Marshmallow Man became the new body of the Sumerian god Gozer as it was the next thing the heroes, the Ghostbusters, thought of and this new form would destroy the world. While more of a slightly comical plot device, as the film is meant to be an action comedy of sorts, I am of the philosophical belief that the use of this character specifically was meant to be a metaphor for something that seems harmless and cute can, given the right circumstances, become destructive and evil."

Like felines. Although all of them already WERE evil. Evil and plotting the demise of the human race.

And Hufflepuffs.

NO NOT THE MARSHMALLOOOOOOOOOWS!

Lunging forward, clutching Pebbles with one hand, Airey had hoped to save them from hitting the floor. Which, thankfully, they did not anyway and instead whizzed right by the man's head. Also made it look as though he were trying to catch the second year from falling which...well...that would be a good cover story. Ahem.

BUT SWEET SOLSTICE THE MARSHMALLOWS!

"Sweet solstice, you alright, Mr. David?" he asked hurriedly, his blue eyes lingering only for a moment on the Ravenclaw before searching for where half his bag of marshmallows had flown off to. AHA! HE FOUND THEM! Oh thank Merlin they were not rui----

And then came a sound that could be heard all the way from a galaxy far far away.

Heartbreak.

Gasping, his tone high pitched and in utter and complete SHOCK, one would think that the man had just witnessed one of his action figures being snapped in half or one of his neckties cut in two. And the new Creatures professor had the audacity to ask HIM for an explanation!?

IT WAS RATHER BLOODY OBVIOUS, WAS IT NOT?!

"You just ruined ten gourmet coconut marshmallows," the astronomer offered. YOU AND THAT AGUAMENTI SPELL.

Which had technically made a bigger mess than the roasting for to the door. Just saying.
[/FONT][/COLOR]
Quote:
Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl View Post
Whewwwwwwwwwwweee, that had been a close one. But look, he was fine! Was this what being a Gryffindor was like? Because that feeling of elation of almost catching fire but not kind of seemed like a Gryffindorish thing to enjoy. So Davie was going to stay seated here for a moment and just enjoy that feeling, as a small sideways grin lit up his little face.

And aww! Flammy! The Admiral had even put out a hand to try to stop his fall! What a guy, though. What a good guy. "I'm fine, Professor!" he answered the man cheerfully. "Maybe you can help me fix my backpa----"

Hold on a hot marshmallow minute, though. The professor must have heard the marshmallow debacle land on his door, and now SOMEBODY wasn't happy. (But really, who wouldn't be happy to have no fewer than TEN hot marshmallows land on his door?! The guy just HAD to be allergic.) David wasn't very good at reading people, but even he could tell that the new Creatures guy was U P S E T. He was wearing a very cold, very VERY SCARY facial expression quite similar to one David's mother frequently wore.

The Ravenclaw gulped. It was like seeing her reincarnated as a younger, slightly taller man. Without red hair. STILL CREEPY!!!!!!!! So suddenly frightened was Davie that even he knew better than to bring up the obvious, now soaking-wet marshmallows, gourmet as they may be. And so he swatted the professor, on the arm, with a light backhand that said, 'shuddup, dummy! I've GOT THIS!'

The little boy turned toward Draper, and put on his bright blue puppy dog eyes, which were only made larger by the specs on his face. "Sir?" he looked up at him as pathetically as possible, "I don't know how it happened, but my marshmallow stick somehow landed in your door. I think it flew out of my hand when the professor handed it off to me." He sniffed quietly for the loss of the 'shallows. "I'm so sorry, sir. I was scared of falling into your fireplace with them. I'm kinda clumsy AND my backpack broke at just the wrong time."

Cue the lip wibble... and yep, there it was. All together, David Truebridge looked like the perfect picture of a pathetic little nerd, collapsed on the floor with his big backpack on the chair behind him. Surely he couldn't be held responsible for this mess, right? AND he'd even managed to split the blame with Flamsteed in that little speech of his. He ought to get off scot free AND get an acting award for that... well, awfully honest rendition. David Truebridge did also not know how to lie to adults.

Someone better speak up before James set Santa’s PANTS on fire. He was waiting. Angrily at that. Remember when there was a question in regards to whether the smoke was coming from the door or his head? Nope, it was definitely coming from James’ head. It was that kind of anger.

YES IT WAS BLOODY OBVIOUS. HIS DOOR WAS RUINED!!!

..................


…… Was that supposed to be a joke?

'Just ruined ten gourmet coconut marshmallows'. First of all, good. James was certain no one in their right mind would be caught dead eating gourmet coconut marshmallows in the first place. Second of all, STARE.

It was a very good thing that Backpack boy decided to step in and quiet Santa Claus because if it were James that would’ve had to do it… It would’ve been much less pleasant. Thus, he was listening. He watched David expectantly waiting for a GREAT explanation. Otherwise, might as well pack his backpack now.

Backpack boy did not disappoint. ”That’s quite a story you put together,” tell someone who cares. James was a kid once. He knew how it went. Pulling one over on the new Professor, not on his watch. His words were calm, though his tone still clearly irritated. And his stance, angry. But he really was trying not to hex Flamsteed’s fingers off in front of the boy’s young eyes. ”And stop with the lip,” that wibbling. ”You are not a toddler.” Was that harsh?

Good.

”Get a grip, kid. I’m not angry,” oh he was angry. Clearly, so. ”This was clearly an accident,” oh it was clearly not an accident. ”But the least you could do is work with your Astronomy Professor to fix up my door,” looking at you, Santa. How did that sound? Reasonable. There was a charred spot from the fire. And a dent from the fork. And all up along the door, there was some marked black. The least they could do. And the idea of Backpack Boy and Santa Claus sweating trying to fix the door was enough to put a subtle smug look back onto James’ face.

Additionally, this wasn’t over. All fingers pointed at Saint Nick. Backpack Boy would suffer the consequences too, but Flamsteed had it coming. If a game is what he wanted to play, then a game is surely what he would get.
__________________
Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You?

You are Lemon!
ArianaBlack is offline  
 

Thread Tools

Posting Rules
You may not post new threads
You may not post replies
You may not post attachments
You may not edit your posts

BB code is On
Smilies are On
[IMG] code is On
HTML code is Off
Trackbacks are On
Pingbacks are On
Refbacks are Off



All times are GMT. The time now is 09:52 AM.


This Harry Potter and Wizarding World fan website and community is not endorsed by Hogwarts, Harry Potter, J.K. Rowling, Warner Bros., Daniel Radcliffe, Emma Watson, Rupert Grint, Quidditch, Deathly Hallows, Sorcerer's Stone, Wizards, Muggles, No-Maj, MACUSA, Newt Scamander, Video Games, Half-Blood Prince, Orders of the Phoenix, Goblet of Fire, Philosopher's Stones, Chamber of Secret, Pottermore, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them, Eddie Redmayne, Cursed Child, or any other official Harry Potter source.

All content is copyright ©2002 - 2022, SnitchSeeker.com unless stated otherwise. Privacy Policy

Powered by vBulletin® Version 3.8.4
Copyright ©2000 - 2024, Jelsoft Enterprises Ltd.
LinkBacks Enabled by vBSEO 3.3.2 © 2009, Crawlability, Inc.
Site designed by Richard Harris Design

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31 32 33 34 35 36 37 38 39 40 41 42 43 44 45 46 47 48 49 50 51 52 53 54 55 56 57 58 59 60 61 62 63 64 65 66 67 68 69 70 71 72 73 74 75 76 77 78 79 80 81 82 83 84 85 86 87 88 89 90 91 92 93 94 95 96 97 98 99 100 101 102 103 104 105 106 107 108 109 110 111 112 113 114 115 116 117 118 119 120 121 122 123 124 125 126 127 128 129 130 131 132 133 134 135 136 137 138 139 140 141 142 143 144 145 146 147 148 149 150 151 152 153 154 155 156 157 158 159 160 161 162 163 164 165 166 167 168 169 170 171 172 173 174 175 176 177 178 179 180 181 182 183 184 185 186 187 188 189 190 191 192 193 194 195 196 197 198 199 200 201 202 203 204 205 206 207 208 209 210 211 212 213 214 215 216 217 218 219 220 221 222 223 224 225 226 227 228 229 230 231 232 233 234 235 236 237 238 239 240 241 242 243 244 245 246 247 248 249 250 251 252