 ¼ of the Sisterhood of the Traveling Pls
...was that a hopeful smile? Cosgrach was going to take it so. See, Fern? He is giving you a chance to make it up to him! Even holding your hand like--but why was she squealing!? Out of excitement? Must be so. Yeah. That--that expression. PURE EXCITEMENT! AWWWW--EEEEWW! Cosgrach tried not to look judgmental or disgusted, and just... ignored her efforts to yank her hand free.
...too much excitement. Maybe she needed another dose of the calming draught?
Drawing his wand from its sleeve holster, he muttered a few words, wove an invisible chain with his wand and a soft-to-touch-impossible-to-break handcuff bound their hands together.
"Okay, come see me at 7 PM in my office," he said to them in an almost neutral tone. His grumpiness was definitely dissolving. "If you need to use the bathroom, say 'emergency' and the chain will break for seven minutes, and seven minutes only. After that, it will try to pull you to each other wherever and in whichever state you are." So, like, be fast with the nature's call. "You can only use the password three times in a day." This was another test of how well they compromised: if any of them tried to pull a prank on the other by using the password in vain, the other one would have to find a way to shut them up not to waste it, because: "There will be consequences for both of you if you enter places you should not enter." Like each others' toilets and common rooms.
His hand moved to his pocket and drew a formal-looking paper signed by him. "This is a formal request for you to be admitted to the classes in handcuffs." He paused, thought it over, then nodded to himself.
"Any questions?" Could he enjoy his breakfast now? |