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BanaBatGirl · 02-02-2016, 12:13 AM

SPOILER!!: In the words of George Takei... ohhhhhh my!

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Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie

Where WAS his...OH THERE IT WAS!

Removing his wand triumphantly from his pocket with an expression rather reminiscent of the look on one of Medea's kneazles when it had brought a dead rodent in to terrorize him into submission. Usually meant that the astronomer had to spend a few minutes scratching the feline behind the ears before it would take itself and its prize elsewhere.

Thankfully the astronomer would not be asking for Mr. David to scratch him behind the ears, although he WOULD like to ask the the boy do some more practice before he just went DIVING RIGHT IN LIKE THAT. Sweet solstice.

"Mr. David, wait a mo---"

Oh well too late.

OH WELL?!

Ooooooooooh this was a whole lot more than a simple oh well. Scorch marks were the least of their problems right now.

Drapper had been wanting a peep hole anyway, right?

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Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

As soon as he had shut his door, James went back to doing what he ought to have been doing this entire time. Back to real matters of importance. Professor things, naturally. Though, Santa Claus out there probably had no idea what that meant. The man spent his time roasting puffy bits of sugar and ruining fine wooden doors in his spare time. Highly distasteful. It was only a matter of time before he burnt himself down to the ground. The eighth wonder of the world: The fact that Airey Claus had managed to keep his job at Hogwarts thus far. A miracle, truly.

Though maybe his army of foolish children had something to do with it. Speaking of which, hopefully Backpack Boy Wonder and Airey Claus were making some good progress on the door. Not that James was paying attention, he was entirely oblivious to whatever was going on out there.

... Until that.

Oh yes, much like it was hard to ignore the loud THUD on his door earlier, a large hole was difficult to wave off.

Oh they had done it now. James wasn't just angry. He was ENRAGED.

As he was already standing up, he made his way for the door, reached for the handle, and moved his head so it was only centimeters from the door. And STARED through the hole with a single eye. The most intense, ANGRY stare he could possibly manage.

Then he turned the nob, and very calmly ~~sort of~~, he managed a ".... What part of 'fix it' didn't you understand!?"

IDIOTS. BOTH OF THEM.

You'd think together they'd make a complete brain. .5 + .5 = 1, does it not? He had seriously overestimated them.

Ohhhh well..... well... "Am I correct to assume that was not the proper incantation, sir?" David murmured quite stiffly to Professor Flamsteed. He'd been SO CONFIDENT he was going to get that spell right. But maybe that was why house elves were invented. Not all wizards were cut out for cleaning spells, ya know? Heh? Heh?

Davie took a cautionary step back from the door, the door which now CLEARLY had a peephole, if one could truly call it a 'peephole' and not a periscope hole or a pie hole or a mailbox slot. He cleared his throat, waiting for the fallout from this mistake, and sure enough, Draper delivered. The man was certainly mad enough now to convince David that nightmares do come true. Should he even own up to this one? Was it worth the wrath of a man so angry he was almost certainly some shade of grape?

He decided no, the honesty policy was not worth the reaming from Professor Evil Draper, and so Davie started to shake his head 'no' in response to the man's question. Halfway through the head-shaking, he added a perpetual shrug as though maybe Draper would just let this one go. Altogether, the boy looked like he were about to have some kind of spasm, and he had to push his glasses up his nose to keep them on his face.

Flamsteed, your turn to explain!

02-02-2016, 12:13 AM	#40 (permalink)
BanaBatGirl Banshee Join Date: May 2007 Location: Gotham Posts: 51,216 Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Gryffindor Hogwarts RPG Name: Zara H. Bunbury-Foster Slytherin Fifth Year	Professor Pink \| Mrs. Bruce Wayne \| I'm on a Goat \| Glitterpuff \| Dumbledore's Defense Squad \| BHB SPOILER!!: In the words of George Takei... ohhhhhh my! Quote: Originally Posted by sweetpinkpixie Where WAS his...OH THERE IT WAS! Removing his wand triumphantly from his pocket with an expression rather reminiscent of the look on one of Medea's kneazles when it had brought a dead rodent in to terrorize him into submission. Usually meant that the astronomer had to spend a few minutes scratching the feline behind the ears before it would take itself and its prize elsewhere. Thankfully the astronomer would not be asking for Mr. David to scratch him behind the ears, although he WOULD like to ask the the boy do some more practice before he just went DIVING RIGHT IN LIKE THAT. Sweet solstice. "Mr. David, wait a mo---" Oh well too late. OH WELL?! Ooooooooooh this was a whole lot more than a simple oh well. Scorch marks were the least of their problems right now. Drapper had been wanting a peep hole anyway, right? Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack As soon as he had shut his door, James went back to doing what he ought to have been doing this entire time. Back to real matters of importance. Professor things, naturally. Though, Santa Claus out there probably had no idea what that meant. The man spent his time roasting puffy bits of sugar and ruining fine wooden doors in his spare time. Highly distasteful. It was only a matter of time before he burnt himself down to the ground. The eighth wonder of the world: The fact that Airey Claus had managed to keep his job at Hogwarts thus far. A miracle, truly. Though maybe his army of foolish children had something to do with it. Speaking of which, hopefully Backpack Boy Wonder and Airey Claus were making some good progress on the door. Not that James was paying attention, he was entirely oblivious to whatever was going on out there. ... Until that. Oh yes, much like it was hard to ignore the loud THUD on his door earlier, a large hole was difficult to wave off. Oh they had done it now. James wasn't just angry. He was ENRAGED. As he was already standing up, he made his way for the door, reached for the handle, and moved his head so it was only centimeters from the door. And STARED through the hole with a single eye. The most intense, ANGRY stare he could possibly manage. Then he turned the nob, and very calmly ~~sort of~~, he managed a *".... What part of 'fix it'* didn't you understand!?"** IDIOTS. BOTH OF THEM. You'd think together they'd make a complete brain. .5 + .5 = 1, does it not? He had seriously overestimated them. Ohhhh well..... well... "Am I correct to assume that was not the proper incantation, sir?" David murmured quite stiffly to Professor Flamsteed. He'd been SO CONFIDENT he was going to get that spell right. But maybe that was why house elves were invented. Not all wizards were cut out for cleaning spells, ya know? Heh? Heh? Davie took a cautionary step back from the door, the door which now CLEARLY had a peephole, if one could truly call it a 'peephole' and not a periscope hole or a pie hole or a mailbox slot. He cleared his throat, waiting for the fallout from this mistake, and sure enough, Draper delivered. The man was certainly mad enough now to convince David that nightmares do come true. Should he even own up to this one? Was it worth the wrath of a man so angry he was almost certainly some shade of grape? He decided no, the honesty policy was not worth the reaming from Professor Evil Draper, and so Davie started to shake his head 'no' in response to the man's question. Halfway through the head-shaking, he added a perpetual shrug as though maybe Draper would just let this one go. Altogether, the boy looked like he were about to have some kind of spasm, and he had to push his glasses up his nose to keep them on his face. Flamsteed, your turn to explain! __________________ yeah, there's one thing about me that you should know________________________________ __________________________________________that I can't help from speaking my mind