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**Ikenna Gevrik** · 01-02-2011, 06:27 AM

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Originally Posted by demented_death_eater

Max emerged from a hidden entrance behind the dias (he was detained due to a heated fire discussion with his bossy know-it-all older brother, Rex) and saw an unfamiliar person seated in HIS seat. The nerve of the person!

He walked up behind the chair and cleared his throat.

"Excuse me, you're sitting in my seat," he stated rather calmly at the stranger.

If the man were smart, he'd move.

"Maximus Orion Vindictus." Gevrik spoke politely but did not budge from his current position.

The chair was sturdy. It suited him.

"I did not happen to notice your name inscribed in my seat," he corrected the man with a certain hint of humour in his tone. "But I do believe that is your seat, over there."

Ikenna seemed to gesture toward the end of the table where the flying instructor's favourite chair, usually seen residing in the corner of his office, was currently floating and rotating so that all present could see the name handsomely emblazoned on the chair's backing.

Magic. It happens.

01-02-2011, 06:27 AM	#11 (permalink)
Ikenna Gevrik Gnome Join Date: Oct 2010 Posts: 258	The Ghost Quote: Originally Posted by demented_death_eater Max emerged from a hidden entrance behind the dias (he was detained due to a heated fire discussion with his bossy know-it-all older brother, Rex) and saw an unfamiliar person seated in HIS seat. The nerve of the person! He walked up behind the chair and cleared his throat. "Excuse me, you're sitting in my seat," he stated rather calmly at the stranger. If the man were smart, he'd move. "Maximus Orion Vindictus." Gevrik spoke politely but did not budge from his current position. The chair was sturdy. It suited him. "I did not happen to notice your name inscribed in my seat," he corrected the man with a certain hint of humour in his tone. *"But I do believe that* is your seat, over there."** Ikenna seemed to gesture toward the end of the table where the flying instructor's favourite chair, usually seen residing in the corner of his office, was currently floating and rotating so that all present could see the name handsomely emblazoned on the chair's backing. Magic. It happens. __________________ Hunger, revenge, to sleep are petty foes... But only death the jealous eyes can close.