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Magical Soul · 11-07-2014, 04:12 PM

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Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo

Knock knock kock knock.

So....she might have knocked a little harder than intended but this was a new lead she'd neglected to follow up in the case of her missing candy bag and wand. How could she NOT have remembered? It must have been all the crazy going around and the planning that had to go into the Prefect Event, but lying dejected on her bed, watching her kneazle return empty handed got her thinking...and thinking...until she realized she hadn't exhausted all options.

This was the reason for her banging at the Professor's door. Hopefully he was in, hopefully, otherwise she might have had a momentary lapse in better judgement and gone sacking his office anyway.

This was serious. If Airey's wand tried killing her just one more time she'd snap it in half. Last time she did that, it was only a student's wand and she got detention for it. Imagine how much worse it would be breaking a Professor's. So yeah, desperate times called for desperate measures and all that jazz.

BE HERE PROFESSOR. No on wanted the Gryffindor spending her time in the dungeons.

Botros was taking his usual nap on his rocking chair by the fireplace, a big old book rested in his lap, open. He'd fallen asleep again while he was searching for more material for next class. Until there was a quake in his dream and he startled awake. His glasses askew and the blanket falling down on the floor, Botros ran towards the door and swung the door open. WERE THEY ATTACKED?

Oh. Cambridge. He yawned and stretched, feeling the aftereffect of that two steps run to the run. "Evening, dear." Streeeeeeetch. "Want to come in?"

11-07-2014, 04:12 PM	#7 (permalink)
Magical Soul Kappa Join Date: Jun 2010 Location: GMT +3 Posts: 14,517 x6	Dalliesa \| Ab-Bot \| Hogwarts Trojan War \| Quote: Originally Posted by DaniDiNardo Knock knock kock knock. So....she might have knocked a little harder than intended but this was a new lead she'd neglected to follow up in the case of her missing candy bag and wand. How could she NOT have remembered? It must have been all the crazy going around and the planning that had to go into the Prefect Event, but lying dejected on her bed, watching her kneazle return empty handed got her thinking...and thinking...until she realized she hadn't exhausted all options. This was the reason for her banging at the Professor's door. Hopefully he was in, hopefully, otherwise she might have had a momentary lapse in better judgement and gone sacking his office anyway. This was serious. If Airey's wand tried killing her just one more time she'd snap it in half. Last time she did that, it was only a student's wand and she got detention for it. Imagine how much worse it would be breaking a Professor's. So yeah, desperate times called for desperate measures and all that jazz. BE HERE PROFESSOR. No on wanted the Gryffindor spending her time in the dungeons. Botros was taking his usual nap on his rocking chair by the fireplace, a big old book rested in his lap, open. He'd fallen asleep again while he was searching for more material for next class. Until there was a quake in his dream and he startled awake. His glasses askew and the blanket falling down on the floor, Botros ran towards the door and swung the door open. WERE THEY ATTACKED? Oh. Cambridge. He yawned and stretched, feeling the aftereffect of that two steps run to the run. "Evening, dear." Streeeeeeetch. "Want to come in?"