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ArianaBlack · 01-03-2016, 10:03 PM

Why the Emaciated Santa Man was scooting away from James was beyond him…. House warming gift? ”Thanks?” though his tone indicated no thanks all. This one was a nut too. ”I never have unwanted animal dandruff on my clothes,” who did this man think he was? The lint roller would be tossed the moment James made it back to his office. It was ridiculous and insulting. And the man was definitely a nut.

Which was confirmed after his high pitch shrieking commenced and the man fell right to the ground. Good. Honestly, James liked him better that way.

It was too dramatic for James' taste, but at least the shrieking was put to an end.

AND finally the speech. And food. But before James could even reach to grab anything, he heard it. THE GRYFFINDOR BATTLE CRY. And he was NOT amused. Of course, back in his Hogwarts days James probably would’ve been one of those behind the food fight plan in the first place. Though uh, there was quite a lot of growing up he did between then and now. And now, adult James was angry. Angry because there were kids running up to the table and there was food being flung everywhere and ah, here comes the migraine.

Was it too early to quit? Because clearly he had entered the nuthouse here. Though he wasn't a quitter and he had every intention to whip every single one of those hooligans into shape.

But before he could even start yelling, because he wanted to yell believe him, Father Christmas shot back up in there and continued with the dramatics. Though this time, it was almost appreciated.

….. Umbrellas up??????

UMBRELLAS UP????? ….. If he was meant to bring an umbrella to dinner, he had no idea. Which meant now he was wet. That’s right, Professor James Draper was eyeing EVERY SINGLE PERSON from his raised seat at the dais. He was angry. He was still suffocating thanks to that horrid smell coming from the hag perfume that had attacked Santa Claus over here. And he was soaking wet.

Not okay.

01-03-2016, 10:03 PM	#55 (permalink)
ArianaBlack Ashwinder Join Date: Dec 2010 Location: #6e5f57 \|#ff5470 Posts: 13,719 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alfie Adair Hufflepuff Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: Laini Gracae-Ryans Slytherin Third Year x10 x1	*just reacting la la la* doesn't proofread tweets \| #wrongaboutcereal \| #siriusly? \| emo to the extremo Why the Emaciated Santa Man was scooting away from James was beyond him…. House warming gift? ”Thanks?” though his tone indicated no thanks all. This one was a nut too. ”I never have unwanted animal dandruff on my clothes,” who did this man think he was? The lint roller would be tossed the moment James made it back to his office. It was ridiculous and insulting. And the man was definitely a nut. Which was confirmed after his high pitch shrieking commenced and the man fell right to the ground. Good. Honestly, James liked him better that way. It was too dramatic for James' taste, but at least the shrieking was put to an end. AND finally the speech. And food. But before James could even reach to grab anything, he heard it. THE GRYFFINDOR BATTLE CRY. And he was NOT amused. Of course, back in his Hogwarts days James probably would’ve been one of those behind the food fight plan in the first place. Though uh, there was quite a lot of growing up he did between then and now. And now, adult James was angry. Angry because there were kids running up to the table and there was food being flung everywhere and ah, here comes the migraine. Was it too early to quit? Because clearly he had entered the nuthouse here. Though he wasn't a quitter and he had every intention to whip every single one of those hooligans into shape. But before he could even start yelling, because he wanted to yell believe him, Father Christmas shot back up in there and continued with the dramatics. Though this time, it was almost appreciated. ….. Umbrellas up?????? UMBRELLAS UP????? ….. If he was meant to bring an umbrella to dinner, he had no idea. Which meant now he was wet. That’s right, Professor James Draper was eyeing EVERY SINGLE PERSON from his raised seat at the dais. He was angry. He was still suffocating thanks to that horrid smell coming from the hag perfume that had attacked Santa Claus over here. And he was soaking wet. Not okay. __________________ Days of Potter 2023:___________________________ Which Bertie Botts Flavour Are You? You are Lemon!