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Davvy_Wavvy · 09-05-2014, 02:12 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah

"Nice of yew to join us, Professor Bellaire. Any chance of showing oos nifty food transfiguration spells?" Something they could use to freak out bothersome twerps who try to place themselves where they are not welcome.

Professor Bellaire blinked at the boy, who just last year aboned a class of under classmen to save his own skin. She had been shocked and slightly slightly impressed.

"No Mr. Mourdant. I just hope that you'll be just as enthused about transfiguration when class begins."

Quote:

Originally Posted by Tegz

With a hair flip and a twist of the hips that added a certain strut to her heeled step, Ruby Banner headed to the Slytherin table. Her people, apparently, according to the rude hat who didn't even introduce itself or say hello or anything. She had already, in the short time she'd been wearing it, made a few necessary adjustments to the horror show this school claimed was a suitable uniform. Skirt shortened? Check. Tie loosened? Check. Top buttons undone? Check, check, check.

The newest Slytherin fifth year eyed the table thoughtfully. Where to sit? Which position would she claim forevermore? There were an awful lot of little kids. That didn't appeal at all except maybe to amass a following if she got bored. That could wait though.

Ooooooooh there was her answer. Hellllllooooo Grayson. She was confident he'd be pleased that she was in his house, absolutely sure, in fact. She gave him a sultry little wave. He was still going to give her a tour, right?

Ruby also noticed shiny badges. Prefects? Hmm obviously she had to make friends with them. And it seemed Gray already had an in, so that was useful. That one girl she recognized actually, from the field trip even if Ruby hadn't exactly been social with most of the girls that had gone.

She'd had other priorities, you see.

Okay, but hold the floo for a second, there was a woman in a throne at the head of the table. Ruby eyed her up and down, taking measure. Why did everyone else get stuck sitting on hard benches? Why weren't there even cushions to sit on?

"So like, where's my throne?" Hand on hip, hair flip. Something had to be done about this lack.While she surely wasn't up to thrones, Ruby could manage a cushion. She conjured a lovely fat one, the same green and silver that was apparently her new house colours because obviously she wouldn't want it to clash. Obviously. Now she just had to choose where to place said cushion.

What was this blatant lack of home training and walking disregard for order and all things decent doing? Where was the grounds keeper and the deputy head master? Did they not see this student when she stepped off the train? Did they not see her when she walked into the sacred halls of this .f- no well..institution?

Oh no sweetie, not on her watch and not at this table.

Professor Bellaire got up from her seat (throne) and looked the girl up and down. NO she wasn't even going to start with her request for a throne. She was going to start with the appalling state of her uniform.

"See you have two choices. You adjust that tie and blouse right this instant, and will also let me adjust the length of that skirt, as well as the height of those heels or you can have detention. There are no 'if' 'buts' or 'maybes'. Am I clear ..Miss...? And while you're at it, let me have your name."

09-05-2014, 02:12 PM	#44 (permalink)
Davvy_Wavvy DMLE & MO Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2005 Location: Jamaica Posts: 13,701 Hogwarts RPG Name: Belle Bellaire-Moore Fifth Year x1 x3	Frangelina \|\| twitter addict \|\| Music of the Sun \|\| The Fresh Princess of Bellaire Quote: Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah "*Nice of yew to join us, Professor Bellaire. Any chance of showing oos nifty food transfiguration spells?" Something they could use to freak out bothersome twerps who try to place themselves where they are not welcome. Professor Bellaire blinked at the boy, who just last year aboned a class of under classmen to save his own skin. She had been shocked and slightly slightly impressed. "No Mr. Mourdant. I just hope that you'll be just as enthused about transfiguration when class begins."* Quote: Originally Posted by Tegz With a hair flip and a twist of the hips that added a certain strut to her heeled step, Ruby Banner headed to the Slytherin table. Her people, apparently, according to the rude hat who didn't even introduce itself or say hello or anything. She had already, in the short time she'd been wearing it, made a few necessary adjustments to the horror show this school claimed was a suitable uniform. Skirt shortened? Check. Tie loosened? Check. Top buttons undone? Check, check, check. The newest Slytherin fifth year eyed the table thoughtfully. Where to sit? Which position would she claim forevermore? There were an awful lot of little kids. That didn't appeal at all except maybe to amass a following if she got bored. That could wait though. Ooooooooh there was her answer. Hellllllooooo Grayson. She was confident he'd be pleased that she was in his house, absolutely sure, in fact. She gave him a sultry little wave. He was still going to give her a tour, right? Ruby also noticed shiny badges. Prefects? Hmm obviously she had to make friends with them. And it seemed Gray already had an in, so that was useful. That one girl she recognized actually, from the field trip even if Ruby hadn't exactly been social with most of the girls that had gone. She'd had other priorities, you see. Okay, but hold the floo for a second, there was a woman in a throne at the head of the table. Ruby eyed her up and down, taking measure. Why did everyone else get stuck sitting on hard benches? Why weren't there even cushions to sit on? "So like, where's my throne?" Hand on hip, hair flip. Something had to be done about this lack.While she surely wasn't up to thrones, Ruby could manage a cushion. She conjured a lovely fat one, the same green and silver that was apparently her new house colours because obviously she wouldn't want it to clash. Obviously. Now she just had to choose where to place said cushion. What was this blatant lack of home training and walking disregard for order and all things decent doing? Where was the grounds keeper and the deputy head master? Did they not see this student when she stepped off the train? Did they not see her when she walked into the sacred halls of this .f- no well..institution? Oh no sweetie, not on her watch and not at this table. Professor Bellaire got up from her seat (throne) and looked the girl up and down. NO she wasn't even going to start with her request for a throne. She was going to start with the appalling state of her uniform. "See you have two choices. You adjust that tie and blouse right this instant, and will also let me adjust the length of that skirt, as well as the height of those heels or you can have detention. There are no 'if' 'buts' or 'maybes'. Am I clear ..Miss...? And while you're at it, let me have your name." __________________ ...Throw me to the wolves and I'll return leading the pack...