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Hogwarts RPG Name:
Amelia "Mia" Adair
Slytherin Sixth Year
Hogwarts RPG Name:
Leigh Upstead
Hufflepuff Fifth Year  x11
|  With some Moxley. <3 be curious, not judgmental
Text Cut: Caleb! Quote:
Originally Posted by Lissy Longbottom  Couldn't they just like...hang out and ENJOY the festival like other students? Nope. That was the trade off for POWER. You had to do WORK occasionally.
And today, Caleb was working Sophie - not his sister, the other Sophie, or as he now referred to her in his head, Head Girl Sophie. It was a lot better than "The Other Sophie" as he had been using for the past six years.
"Hey Soph," he said with a friendly smile as he arrived at the dunk tank. If he had to be working, he was glad that he had at least jumped at the chance to work at the BEST station - DUNK TANK STATION!
"So, we get a chance to dunk someone too, right?" he asked her with a grin as he settled in to help her man the station. Seriously, he wanted to dunk Flamsteed SO BAD. HEHE. When Caleb joined her, Sophie smiled. Wasn't her first choice of partner for this thing - obviously Zander won that spot - but the Newell had grown on her considerably since their first term together. The young man was a nice guy, Evie had helped her see that, so she didn't mind his company one bit. Nah, he was all right.
"Hi, Caleb," she greeted chipperly, her gaze drifting back to the dunker and the dunkee as he asked a very, VERY GOOD QUESTION. "Of course," came her mischievous reply, "I plan on having a go at dunking every single one of them once their line gets shorter." It was only right, wasn't it? Hehehe. That was the BEAUTY of them working this station - they could participate and have ALL the fun with each of the five professors.
A dream come true, really. Text Cut: Culloden! Quote:
Originally Posted by StarShine There wasn't a potion that made someone waterproof (sadly) but Cosgrach was wearing a swimsuit which was in Hufflepuff colours. He didn't even remember how he agreed to do this, someone must have asked him when he wasn't feeling well. However, there was no turning back now. And anyway, who could hit the target, really? It was a hard thing to do. He would fall in water only like once, if he was on his unlucky day. He was SURE he would stay dry. So it wouldn't be that bad...
He got in there, waved at everyone else who was present, and - ugh, of course, someone was already ready to dunk him. "Hello Dante," he greeted, and snorted at the small talk between Sophie and the boy. Of COURSE it had been HER idea. Of course.
Cosgrach sat extra comfortably. Dante would miss all three, so why even get tense thinking he might bet wet at any moment? And sure enough, the first throw was a miss.
"HEHE," he laughed loudly, "I need a hat under this Sun because I'm not getting wet anytime s-"
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*insert some curses and spitting water and a VERY GRUMPY MAN here*
"If you are wondering, it's always been YOU who failed those potions!" If this was a revenge on him or something! They hadn't been his fault, OKAY?! "And don't you laugh over there." This was at Sophie. UGH. The water wasn't that cold, which was a tragedy. He couldn't demand to be out now. Well. The rest of the kids had better miss their throws. The more he told her not to laugh, though, the MORE SHE DID. Hilarious. His taunting of Dante and childlike pointing of a finger at him for his poor work in potions class was the BEST. Haahahahaa.
"So sorry, professor. Just can't help myself." HEHEHEHE.
He was the funniest of all five they'd wrangled in to do this. He was the sourest sport of all, and it was FANTASTIC.
"Think I should take a go at it, sir?" she asked oh-so innocently. Ahem. Did he remember her days as a Chaser? He KNEW her aim was mighty good, right? Text Cut: The Moxinator! Quote:
Originally Posted by TakemetotheBurrow If anyone was looking for Professor Moxley, she'd be the cutie over in the corner giggling like a school girl at her coworkers getting dunked. ...Or not. Nice aim, Truebridge. Kid would never be a chaser, that was for sure.
Anywhoo...did anyone know how constricting wetsuits were? Like she looked amazing, obviously, but breathing wasn't supposed to be this hard. She was pretty sure it wasn't, anyway. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad once she was in the water.
Speaking of-Moxley was totally planning on guilt tripping any little nuggets who decided to dunk her. JUSSSSST kidding. Or not. Maybe. Ehhh. Definitely. As a WIDELY known and loved professor, she'd really just volunteered here to spend a little QT with her students. She didn't actually expect any of them to want to send her plummeting into the cold water below. It was an unspoken understanding between her and her students which was all in her head, basically and she expected to take her seat in the dunk tank and have a pretty boring go of it. Moxley was looking ravishing, as always, and... it was strange, but not surprising, that not a single person had hurried over to take the opportunity to dunk her. Not surprising at all when she considered that Moxley was a favorite and no one ever wanted to see the woman as the butt of a joke, nor would they even want to tease her. No, everyone ADORED Moxley purely and wonderfully, so... it kind of made sense.
Still, though, no brave souls? Ehhh? Not one would give it a whirl?
"Professor," Soph called up to her from beside the tank. "I think people love you too much to wanna dunk you. Bet they're scared they'll lose their place in your heart." Because who didn't want to be adored by the Moxinator back? "Should I try to rally 'em up? Call 'em over? Tell 'em this is a way of givin' y'some lovin', too?" BECAUSE SHE WOULD.
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