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sweetpinkpixie · 02-04-2016, 07:53 PM

SPOILER!!: IT'S A TRAP!

Quote:

Originally Posted by ArianaBlack

James was drowning in all this paperwork. Well, not exactly paperwork. More like homework. Why did he assign all of this to begin with? Next week, the kids were getting no homework. Officially. As much as he felt they all needed the discipline, he also felt he needed a break. This job was much more exhausting than they made it sound in the description.

Taking another sip of his coffee, he reached to dill his quill in some more red ink. And that's when he heard the knock on the door. Yes that's right! James Draper was for once very HAPPY to hear a knock on his door. Unless it was the hag returning from the forrest, then she could leave. But otherwise, any distraction from this unfortunate pit of never ending work, was welcome.

Taking his time to get out of his seat, the Professor made his way to his door and turned the nob. He was a bit surprised to see the visitor sat on one of the seats, though he supposed that's why he had them there to begin with. For comfort... Or something like that. "Miss Lynch," he nodded. Yes, he took his time to remember some names. She was a good student, therefore her name was one of them. It was simple. Strategic. "Come in," he held the door open for her. You're welcome.

OOC: You can now post in his office!

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.

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Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl

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

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!

Airey, ironically, was trying not to laugh. Perhaps nervous laughter because he could only imagine the look on Draper's face if they didn't get this fixed before the fellow noticed - and judging by the approaching footsteps coming from inside the office resistance was futile.

"No, Mr. David...it was not..." he muttered just as the door swung open.

Draper's face only mildly disappointed. Mostly because the astronomer had imagined him with a bulging vein like himself only about triple the size. Had he, however, shared more of the sentiments that Mr David possessed...the man would have sprung a leak. But earlier visuals and cold chills that had elicited the imagery of Draper in hot pink heels had somewhat subsided.

Somewhat.

Enough that the astronomer was able to answer confidently at his colleague's inquiry.

"The 'it', I believe," he said with a firm point towards the door. "You see, your door was lacking something rather essential for keeping away unwanted visitors." Like himself, so really, just helping you out here. "So we fixed it."

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sweetpinkpixie SSRPG Admin Gladrags Mod Quibbler Mod Minister for Magic Alley Proprietor Sea Serpent Join Date: Aug 2010 Location: The Paths Posts: 41,132 Hogwarts RPG Name: Professor Cox Ravenclaw Graduated Hogwarts RPG Name: Briallen Ashburry-Hawthorne Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Nyle Harden Hufflepuff Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Iris Harden Ravenclaw Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Calliope Barrington Slytherin Fourth Year Ministry Department Head: Charles Hollingberry Minister's Office Ministry Department Head: Airey Flamsteed Mysteries Diagon Alley Proprietor: Victor García Massey Ollivanders x12 x12	astronomizzle ♧ gryffinDORK \| & the rest is drag ♣ #badluckDerf SPOILER!!: IT'S A TRAP! Quote: Originally Posted by ArianaBlack James was drowning in all this paperwork. Well, not exactly paperwork. More like homework. Why did he assign all of this to begin with? Next week, the kids were getting no homework. Officially. As much as he felt they all needed the discipline, he also felt he needed a break. This job was much more exhausting than they made it sound in the description. Taking another sip of his coffee, he reached to dill his quill in some more red ink. And that's when he heard the knock on the door. Yes that's right! James Draper was for once very HAPPY to hear a knock on his door. Unless it was the hag returning from the forrest, then she could leave. But otherwise, any distraction from this unfortunate pit of never ending work, was welcome. Taking his time to get out of his seat, the Professor made his way to his door and turned the nob. He was a bit surprised to see the visitor sat on one of the seats, though he supposed that's why he had them there to begin with. For comfort... Or something like that. "Miss Lynch," he nodded. Yes, he took his time to remember some names. She was a good student, therefore her name was one of them. It was simple. Strategic. "Come in," he held the door open for her. You're welcome. OOC: You can now post in his office! 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. Quote: Originally Posted by BanaBatGirl SPOILER!!*: In the words of George Takei... ohhhhhh my!* 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! Airey, ironically, was trying not to laugh. Perhaps nervous laughter because he could only imagine the look on Draper's face if they didn't get this fixed before the fellow noticed - and judging by the approaching footsteps coming from inside the office resistance was futile. "No, Mr. David...it was not..." he muttered just as the door swung open. Draper's face only mildly disappointed. Mostly because the astronomer had imagined him with a bulging vein like himself only about triple the size. Had he, however, shared more of the sentiments that Mr David possessed...the man would have sprung a leak. But earlier visuals and cold chills that had elicited the imagery of Draper in hot pink heels had somewhat subsided. Somewhat. Enough that the astronomer was able to answer confidently at his colleague's inquiry. "The 'it', I believe," he said with a firm point towards the door. "You see, your door was lacking something rather essential for keeping away unwanted visitors." Like himself, so really, just helping you out here. "So we fixed it." __________________ We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back......................................... But now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass..................................... The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like