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nicole black · 03-06-2016, 02:21 AM

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Originally Posted by Felixir

It was not such an uncommon thing for Daxton to be bored these days, but that did not make it any less of a risky situation. He had always subscribed to the idea that only boring people could be bored, but in recent months he had discovered this to be untrue; Daxton knew with absolute certainty that he was for from boring, and yet here he was, bored. No matter what he did - reading, tormenting younger students (and sometimes older ones), researching as much as he could about Legilimency, working on inventing new spells - none of it left him satisfied, and now he was quite simply bored of being bored. It was almost enough to tempt him into attending more of his classes. Almost.

Huffing to himself, Daxton frowned as he moved quietly down the corridor, glaring out of windows and at the occupants of portraits as he passed them, before finding himself at the statue of Lachlan the Lanky. Just another boring old statue.

Still with the same impassive expression as ever, Daxton tilted his head at the statue, all the while reaching into his pocket and pulling out a black marker pen. Without so much as a look to check that the coast was clear, he climbed up onto the statue's plinth, grabbing onto Lachlan's shoulder to keep himself from falling straight back off, and used the marker to give it a thick black, artistically twirling moustache, spectacles, and angry eyebrows. Jumping nimbly back down from the plinth, Daxton recapped the marker, shoved it back into his pocket, and stepped back to view his handiwork.

Spring had crept up into the corners and creeks of Hogwarts school, and it felt rather sudden that Nana was finding herself in the season of rebirth, renewal and... atchoo!

Allergies.
The Professor had been plagued by insidious pollen for a fortnight and despite Art's usually effective potions she was still sniffling, sneezing and (this part was particularly unpleasant) teary-eyed. It was a shame, Nana adored spring. The season as she had mentioned to Draper was her particular favorite, but it seemed an English Spring was not at all favored by her sinuses. A delicate handkerchief was held loosely in her long, pale fingers as she made her way through on the corridor. She had been up in the Astronomy tower with the sad hopes that the high altitude, cold wind and clean air would soothe her aching head, but alas, her condition remained the same.

This was terrible, ghastly, awful. Nana was really quite miserable. A fact that showed clearly on through her agitated and slightly flushed features. So consumed by her miserable state was Nana, she passed right by the student defacing school prop-

......................

Had she-

Pausing in her stride, Nana turned her head, glancing over her shoulder at the young boy now examining his handiwork. the audacity. the outright nerve. Nana actually felt a strange sort of admiration, but she quickly, and efficiently knocked it down. Quietly stepping back the way she came, Nana took her place just behind the boy. "The Eyebrows are askew, did you intend this?" She calmly asked, her usually silken voice roughened with the presence of the mucus monster that had invaded her nose and itchy throat. Nana cleared her throat loudly. Hopefully she sounded intimidating and not sick.

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nicole black Mooncalf Join Date: Mar 2004 Location: 'clever joke here' Posts: 7,174 Hogwarts RPG Name: Desdemona Minerva Evans #6082B6 Ravenclaw Fifth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: TBD Ravenclaw First Year x8	honestly, like...... you wanna fite? \| 💚 nickleback 💚 \| Uh, anyway. Quote: Originally Posted by Felixir It was not such an uncommon thing for Daxton to be bored these days, but that did not make it any less of a risky situation. He had always subscribed to the idea that only boring people could be bored, but in recent months he had discovered this to be untrue; Daxton knew with absolute certainty that he was for from boring, and yet here he was, bored. No matter what he did - reading, tormenting younger students (and sometimes older ones), researching as much as he could about Legilimency, working on inventing new spells - none of it left him satisfied, and now he was quite simply bored of being bored. It was almost enough to tempt him into attending more of his classes. Almost. Huffing to himself, Daxton frowned as he moved quietly down the corridor, glaring out of windows and at the occupants of portraits as he passed them, before finding himself at the statue of Lachlan the Lanky. Just another boring old statue. Still with the same impassive expression as ever, Daxton tilted his head at the statue, all the while reaching into his pocket and pulling out a black marker pen. Without so much as a look to check that the coast was clear, he climbed up onto the statue's plinth, grabbing onto Lachlan's shoulder to keep himself from falling straight back off, and used the marker to give it a thick black, artistically twirling moustache, spectacles, and angry eyebrows. Jumping nimbly back down from the plinth, Daxton recapped the marker, shoved it back into his pocket, and stepped back to view his handiwork. Spring had crept up into the corners and creeks of Hogwarts school, and it felt rather sudden that Nana was finding herself in the season of rebirth, renewal and... atchoo! Allergies. The Professor had been plagued by insidious pollen for a fortnight and despite Art's usually effective potions she was still sniffling, sneezing and (this part was particularly unpleasant) teary-eyed. It was a shame, Nana adored spring. The season as she had mentioned to Draper was her particular favorite, but it seemed an English Spring was not at all favored by her sinuses. A delicate handkerchief was held loosely in her long, pale fingers as she made her way through on the corridor. She had been up in the Astronomy tower with the sad hopes that the high altitude, cold wind and clean air would soothe her aching head, but alas, her condition remained the same. This was terrible, ghastly, awful. Nana was really quite miserable. A fact that showed clearly on through her agitated and slightly flushed features. So consumed by her miserable state was Nana, she passed right by the student defacing school prop- ...................... Had she- Pausing in her stride, Nana turned her head, glancing over her shoulder at the young boy now examining his handiwork. the audacity. the outright nerve. Nana actually felt a strange sort of admiration, but she quickly, and efficiently knocked it down. Quietly stepping back the way she came, Nana took her place just behind the boy. "The Eyebrows are askew, did you intend this?" She calmly asked, her usually silken voice roughened with the presence of the mucus monster that had invaded her nose and itchy throat. Nana cleared her throat loudly. Hopefully she sounded intimidating and not sick. __________________ the moon: feminine, intuitive, inner strength, innocence