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PadfootAndTheWolf · 10-03-2011, 03:25 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Berty Borr

"Armen! Armen come on in! Stop dallying there in the entrance and letting all my heat out!" Lord and Minister Borr was not as young as he once was, though age never slowed the great man down. He required more heat these days though and his office was stifling warm inside.

The Minister was shoeless with his feet miraculously balanced on the surface of his desk. "You're right on time, as I would EXPECT of YOU. BEST DEPARTMENT HEAD IN THE MINISTRY! Come here, Sir, sit close." With the heat and Lord Borr's feet, the office was smelling particularly "Borrish" today.

"I'll have my nails clipped while we talk," the Minister waved at a pair of clippers that resembled garden shears on his desk, then to his brown socks. THE BEST DEPARTMENT HEAD would not sit idly around chatting, no, he would work on Lord Borr's foot grooming while they chatted. Like the Minister, Armen Recard's work was never done. "Start off with the update from your Apparition class with those bumbling MLE louses."

Oh the heat was getting out?

Armen quickly stepped a bit further into the room, his leather shoes squishing quietly into the plush carpet, and watched as the doors shut automatically behind him. Nice place Borr had here.

And he was being asked to sit closer. Ah, Armen smelled his confidence and brownie points going up in the room--wait, no. That wasn't what he was smelling. Then the realization poured over him like a cloud of smog in the city. Borr was festering in the furnance he called an office and those shiney, white, pointy objects sitting on his desk were NOT ornate statues.

Gulp.

Recard perched on the edge of a chair, starring directly at the feet and not being able to look away, almost missing his first set of instructions. "Oh, I'm sorry?" Armen said shakign his head and looking into his honorable, Lord's eyes.

Fat man say what?!

"U-uh yes, of course my Lord." Armen's voice was one of utmost politeness and confidence but his hands were shaking like a flutterby bush. Saying a short prayer in his head, the transportation head grabbed Borr's bloated yet suprisingly soft foot in his hand and began to cut ~~saw~~ at the talon that was protruding from his big toe; that just so happened to be the size of a potato.

Oh his lesson with MLE? Oh yeah, he had a meeting going on not just a grooming session. "Yes my Lord, I think it may have been successful. Well at least as successful it can be with a group of students so," what was a good wording for this that Borr would like, "inadequate. I honsetly am not sure how they seemed to have passed their tests in the first place. I am glad the majority of them had not tested when I was in charge. They simply wouldn't have, to be honest."

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PadfootAndTheWolf formerly: DanialRadFAN01 Bicorn Join Date: Sep 2008 Location: On SS of course! Posts: 16,991 Hogwarts RPG Name: Kiera Burton x6	Gaga Mafia Monster : MURPHY : Kelvin's SS!BFAM : Roro's Evil Twin : Ravlyndor : Gopher Quote: Originally Posted by Berty Borr "Armen! Armen come on in! Stop dallying there in the entrance and letting all my heat out!" Lord and Minister Borr was not as young as he once was, though age never slowed the great man down. He required more heat these days though and his office was stifling warm inside. The Minister was shoeless with his feet miraculously balanced on the surface of his desk. "You're right on time, as I would EXPECT of YOU. BEST DEPARTMENT HEAD IN THE MINISTRY! Come here, Sir, sit close." With the heat and Lord Borr's feet, the office was smelling particularly "Borrish" today. "I'll have my nails clipped while we talk," the Minister waved at a pair of clippers that resembled garden shears on his desk, then to his brown socks. THE BEST DEPARTMENT HEAD would not sit idly around chatting, no, he would work on Lord Borr's foot grooming while they chatted. Like the Minister, Armen Recard's work was never done. "Start off with the update from your Apparition class with those bumbling MLE louses." Oh the heat was getting out? Armen quickly stepped a bit further into the room, his leather shoes squishing quietly into the plush carpet, and watched as the doors shut automatically behind him. Nice place Borr had here. And he was being asked to sit closer. Ah, Armen smelled his confidence and brownie points going up in the room--wait, no. That wasn't what he was smelling. Then the realization poured over him like a cloud of smog in the city. Borr was festering in the furnance he called an office and those shiney, white, pointy objects sitting on his desk were NOT ornate statues. Gulp. Recard perched on the edge of a chair, starring directly at the feet and not being able to look away, almost missing his first set of instructions. "Oh, I'm sorry?" Armen said shakign his head and looking into his honorable, Lord's eyes. Fat man say what?! "U-uh yes, of course my Lord." Armen's voice was one of utmost politeness and confidence but his hands were shaking like a flutterby bush. Saying a short prayer in his head, the transportation head grabbed Borr's bloated yet suprisingly soft foot in his hand and began to cut ~~saw~~ at the talon that was protruding from his big toe; that just so happened to be the size of a potato. Oh his lesson with MLE? Oh yeah, he had a meeting going on not just a grooming session. "Yes my Lord, I think it may have been successful. Well at least as successful it can be with a group of students so," what was a good wording for this that Borr would like, "inadequate. I honsetly am not sure how they seemed to have passed their tests in the first place. I am glad the majority of them had not tested when I was in charge. They simply wouldn't have, to be honest."