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imaginarynumb3rs · 01-26-2014, 08:17 PM

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Originally Posted by StarShine

Breakfast, 8 AM, Saturday morning.

Cosgrach checked his watch, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor. Yes, he was regretting his decision--the part '8 AM'. Because that meant he had to be there at 7.45 in case they were early and all, and he hated getting up this early at the weekend.

But he was. Up. For. Two. Brats.

Joy.

Settling down in his usual seat, he was surprised how he didn't feel tiredness but anger. He guessed anger was what kept him awake and ready, and he knew he wasn't getting any breakfast until he sorted them out.

Well? Were they showing up already or not?

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Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah

"Professor Culloden, Good morning." The boy began with a calm, almost sleepy greeting as he stepped up with a squeaking knee to the dais. The new sound his body was making caused Cutty to bend again at the knees just to hear it again. The boy gave an amused smile. "Get a good night's sleep?" Cutty leaned forward and put his hands on the staff table to kind of lean in.

Fern stepped up to the Staff Dias at precisely 7:59 AM. She had purposely arrived as close to 8 o'clock as possible in order to make sure she would be chained to Cuthbert for 12 hours, and only 12 hours. Because how did she know if she arrived at 7:50 and Cuthbert arrived at 7:50, Professor Culloden wouldn't handcuff them right then and there? And then Fern would be stuck with Cuthbert for a whole additional ten minutes.

Fern didn't even want to think about what could happen in those ten minutes.

The Hufflepuff brushed her hair forward, off of her back and onto her shoulders. She had Siccus Aeroused it that morning until it was voluminous as possible, so as to better hide her face. This was partially because there were atrociously ugly dark rings under her eyes (If only she could wear concealer! Thirteen was less than a year away, and Fern could TASTE it), but mostly because she didn't want anyone to recognize her.

Fern didn't know how her reputation was going to survive this ordeal, but she wasn't going to let herself become unpopular without a fight.

Taking a deep breath, Fern squeaked, "Hello, Professor Culloden."

01-26-2014, 08:17 PM	#4 (permalink)
imaginarynumb3rs Puffskein Join Date: Apr 2009 Location: (GMT -5) Posts: 1,007 Hogwarts RPG Name: Fern Quimbley Third Year	Quote: Originally Posted by StarShine Breakfast, 8 AM, Saturday morning. Cosgrach checked his watch, tapping his foot impatiently on the floor. Yes, he was regretting his decision--the part '8 AM'. Because that meant he had to be there at 7.45 in case they were early and all, and he hated getting up this early at the weekend. But he was. Up. For. Two. Brats. Joy. Settling down in his usual seat, he was surprised how he didn't feel tiredness but anger. He guessed anger was what kept him awake and ready, and he knew he wasn't getting any breakfast until he sorted them out. Well? Were they showing up already or not? Quote: Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah "Professor Culloden, Good morning." The boy began with a calm, almost sleepy greeting as he stepped up with a squeaking knee to the dais. The new sound his body was making caused Cutty to bend again at the knees just to hear it again. The boy gave an amused smile. "Get a good night's sleep?" Cutty leaned forward and put his hands on the staff table to kind of lean in. Fern stepped up to the Staff Dias at precisely 7:59 AM. She had purposely arrived as close to 8 o'clock as possible in order to make sure she would be chained to Cuthbert for 12 hours, and only 12 hours. Because how did she know if she arrived at 7:50 and Cuthbert arrived at 7:50, Professor Culloden wouldn't handcuff them right then and there? And then Fern would be stuck with Cuthbert for a whole additional ten minutes. Fern didn't even want to think about what could happen in those ten minutes. The Hufflepuff brushed her hair forward, off of her back and onto her shoulders. She had Siccus Aeroused it that morning until it was voluminous as possible, so as to better hide her face. This was partially because there were atrociously ugly dark rings under her eyes (If only she could wear concealer! Thirteen was less than a year away, and Fern could TASTE it), but mostly because she didn't want anyone to recognize her. Fern didn't know how her reputation was going to survive this ordeal, but she wasn't going to let herself become unpopular without a fight. Taking a deep breath, Fern squeaked, "Hello, Professor Culloden." __________________