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hermionesclone · 06-12-2016, 02:07 AM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Callie

Hadley's next target was the one, the only, Professor Hirsch. His office waiting room could use some sprucing up. Unlike with Professor Ichihara, Hadley choose Hirsch because she had a feeling he wouldn't be mad, and would actually get a kick out of it.

She was still gonna be sneaky though. This time more for the surprise than anything.

She began by tracing out mountains across one wall, large enough to fill the wall. "Figura Mountains!" Next came grassy hills much closer. "Figura hills!" And then the distant castle. "Figura Castle!" The grassy hills were, "Colovaria!" made green. The mountains were made brown. "Colovaria!" And the castle stone grey. "Colovaria!" There, a nice setting ready for her mural.

Hadley started with a dragon. A large fire breathing beast that like the squid and whale in Ichihara's waiting room, was made about a fourth the size of the wall. "Figura dragon!" Hads carefully filled in the dragon so that its belly was golden and the rest of it was red. In her head, she named the dragon Draper. "Colovaria! Colovaria!" Once the dragon was properly colored in, it's large wings stretched out menacingly, Hadley moved on.

Next came the valiant Knight. Hads traced him out as best she could, not wanting him to be a mere stick figure. "Figura knight!" Sir Knight to be exact. Though he was much smaller than the dragon, a mere sixteenth the size of the wall, he was brave and ready to take on the dragon. Oh, Hirsch is gonna get a kick out of this! "Colovaria!" The knight's suit of armor and shield were now a sparkling silver color. And lastly, Hadley traced out a fairy, much smaller than the knight. "Figura fairy!" She was merely a tiny stick figure with bumblebee looking wings. "Colovaria!" The fairy was turned a very, very bright pale yellow. So pale it looked almost white, but the yellow tint caught the light just enough it made it look like the fairy was glowing.

She was done. Now it was time to animate. "Animatae!" The dragon roared silently to life. "Animatae!" And there went the brave knight, charging into face the dragon. He blocked a torrent of flames with his shield and then jabbed his sword at the dragon's gut. "Animatae!" Lastly the fairy. She rushed in like a ball of light, tugging on the dragon's ear, or wing or poking it in the eye, helping the knight by distracting the dragon. All the while the dragon snapped at the fairy, missed then tried to bite the knight, or barbecue him, or slash him with its claws. The knight blocked all these with his shield and jabbed and slashed the dragon with his sword whenever there was an opening.

Perfect.

Hadley took a few photos of this mural too, and then crept over to the Hirsch's office door. Knock. Knock. Knock. With that, Hadley spun and fled the scene.

It was probably lucky for the second year that the man had been in his office but had remained blissfully unaware of the shenanigans going on just outside of his office. In fact, he was simply reading and off in his own little world. Nothing could disturb him here, right?

Wrong.

At the sound of the knocking, the man glanced up at the door before saying a short, "Come in!" His eyes found his book again and he flicked over a page. Maybe he could just sit there reading and pretending that he was too busy to answer any questions right now. Of course, that depended on who it was and what questions they had but maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't be a long meeting of sorts.

Or maybe the person would want to come in, hm?

Eyes landed on the door once more and, after a few moments, he stood up to go and see who it-

No one. No one? None.

Kids. Probably someone's idea of a good prank: running up to a professor's office and knocking on the door before running away. Not the best pranks in the world but it had done its job hadn't it? It had gotten him to come out of his of-

What in the name of?!

It was at that moment that Hirsch's eyes caught onto....... something. Taking a few steps away from his office and turning his head a little, his eyes landed on, well, a painting. There were no ornate frames here but just like the other paintings you could find in the castle, it was moving and depicting a scene in which someone was slaying a dragon. Someone who, unless he was mistaken, looked remarkably like himself.

Hirsch paused.

And then laughed. A proper laugh where he'd thrown his head back and all. While this would seem like graffiti to most and was just a general scene, it was much more than that to the man. He knew why there was a knight there and he knew who could've been behind this. After all, no one else called him Sir Knight, did they?

As for the mural, that could stay there.

Quote:

Originally Posted by Nc.Ap.

Mason tugged at the end of her ponytail, scowling at the hairs. When had her hair become this dark? It was blonde like yesterday. She had been fair-haired her entire childhood, just like her mum, but now it seemed that her beautifully golden locks were taking more to her father's coloring. . . unfortunately. So, with an annoyed huff, she flicked the hair back over her shoulder.

She was here on a mission, a mission that required not only that she looked utterly professional, but serious and older as well. Not that her sheer Hobbit-like legs would help with the latter, though -__- Anyywaaaayyyyyy. . . Mason needed Hawt-Hirsh to see that she was absolutely serious about this, she had to convince him that this was her dream, because it was. She wanted to get a head-start, be the best candidate for when the time came. If she couldn't become one, then she's have to go with the second thing, which was super horrible cause even someone as gorgeous as herself couldn't rock the whole 'no-nose' look. . . #justbeingoverdramatic

Mason lifted a hand to the office-door and rapped her knuckles against it. She smoothed out her robes and mustered all the courage she could, this was her future after all. Game-face on.

~~Hawt~~ Hirsch was, in fact, in his office. Lucky for some, eh? He was ditting with his feet up on the table and his legs crossed at his ankles when the knock came. Thankfully, too, because if he had to read any more of those student's made up waffle about a dark creature, he might need to go for a long walk.

Just saying.

But, the Knicks. The knocks meant a distraction, something the man was all too happy with right about now. So, placing the essay down on the desk with a small OOMPH, Hirsch lifted his glasses and rubbed his eyes instead. "Come in!" Please let this be much better than the reading he had to do.

OOC: HAI lovely!

Sorry to keep you waiting for so long! You can post in the office now ^^

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hermionesclone Gladrags Mod DMC & DMAC Pogrebin Join Date: May 2009 Location: London Posts: 32,841 Hogwarts RPG Name: Alexander River Hirsch Gryffindor Third Year Hogwarts RPG Name: -- x11 x11	urine trouble \| Pat's Strong Confident Other Half \| Pees Like a Champion Unicorn Racehorse Quote: Originally Posted by Callie Hadley's next target was the one, the only, Professor Hirsch. His office waiting room could use some sprucing up. Unlike with Professor Ichihara, Hadley choose Hirsch because she had a feeling he wouldn't be mad, and would actually get a kick out of it. She was still gonna be sneaky though. This time more for the surprise than anything. She began by tracing out mountains across one wall, large enough to fill the wall. "Figura Mountains!" Next came grassy hills much closer. "Figura hills!" And then the distant castle. "Figura Castle!" The grassy hills were, "Colovaria!" made green. The mountains were made brown. "Colovaria!" And the castle stone grey. "Colovaria!" There, a nice setting ready for her mural. Hadley started with a dragon. A large fire breathing beast that like the squid and whale in Ichihara's waiting room, was made about a fourth the size of the wall. "Figura dragon!" Hads carefully filled in the dragon so that its belly was golden and the rest of it was red. In her head, she named the dragon Draper. "Colovaria! Colovaria!" Once the dragon was properly colored in, it's large wings stretched out menacingly, Hadley moved on. Next came the valiant Knight. Hads traced him out as best she could, not wanting him to be a mere stick figure. "Figura knight!" Sir Knight to be exact. Though he was much smaller than the dragon, a mere sixteenth the size of the wall, he was brave and ready to take on the dragon. Oh, Hirsch is gonna get a kick out of this! "Colovaria!" The knight's suit of armor and shield were now a sparkling silver color. And lastly, Hadley traced out a fairy, much smaller than the knight. "Figura fairy!" She was merely a tiny stick figure with bumblebee looking wings. "Colovaria!" The fairy was turned a very, very bright pale yellow. So pale it looked almost white, but the yellow tint caught the light just enough it made it look like the fairy was glowing. She was done. Now it was time to animate. "Animatae!" The dragon roared silently to life. "Animatae!" And there went the brave knight, charging into face the dragon. He blocked a torrent of flames with his shield and then jabbed his sword at the dragon's gut. "Animatae!" Lastly the fairy. She rushed in like a ball of light, tugging on the dragon's ear, or wing or poking it in the eye, helping the knight by distracting the dragon. All the while the dragon snapped at the fairy, missed then tried to bite the knight, or barbecue him, or slash him with its claws. The knight blocked all these with his shield and jabbed and slashed the dragon with his sword whenever there was an opening. Perfect. Hadley took a few photos of this mural too, and then crept over to the Hirsch's office door. Knock. Knock. Knock. With that, Hadley spun and fled the scene. It was probably lucky for the second year that the man had been in his office but had remained blissfully unaware of the shenanigans going on just outside of his office. In fact, he was simply reading and off in his own little world. Nothing could disturb him here, right? Wrong. At the sound of the knocking, the man glanced up at the door before saying a short, "Come in!" His eyes found his book again and he flicked over a page. Maybe he could just sit there reading and pretending that he was too busy to answer any questions right now. Of course, that depended on who it was and what questions they had but maybe, just maybe, this wouldn't be a long meeting of sorts. Or maybe the person would want to come in, hm? Eyes landed on the door once more and, after a few moments, he stood up to go and see who it- No one. No one? None. Kids. Probably someone's idea of a good prank: running up to a professor's office and knocking on the door before running away. Not the best pranks in the world but it had done its job hadn't it? It had gotten him to come out of his of- What in the name of?! It was at that moment that Hirsch's eyes caught onto....... something. Taking a few steps away from his office and turning his head a little, his eyes landed on, well, a painting. There were no ornate frames here but just like the other paintings you could find in the castle, it was moving and depicting a scene in which someone was slaying a dragon. Someone who, unless he was mistaken, looked remarkably like himself. Hirsch paused. And then laughed. A proper laugh where he'd thrown his head back and all. While this would seem like graffiti to most and was just a general scene, it was much more than that to the man. He knew why there was a knight there and he knew who could've been behind this. After all, no one else called him Sir Knight, did they? As for the mural, that could stay there. Quote: Originally Posted by Nc.Ap. Mason tugged at the end of her ponytail, scowling at the hairs. When had her hair become this dark? It was blonde like yesterday. She had been fair-haired her entire childhood, just like her mum, but now it seemed that her beautifully golden locks were taking more to her father's coloring. . . unfortunately. So, with an annoyed huff, she flicked the hair back over her shoulder. She was here on a mission, a mission that required not only that she looked utterly professional, but serious and older as well. Not that her sheer Hobbit-like legs would help with the latter, though -__- Anyywaaaayyyyyy. . . Mason needed Hawt-Hirsh to see that she was absolutely serious about this, she had to convince him that this was her dream, because it was. She wanted to get a head-start, be the best candidate for when the time came. If she couldn't become one, then she's have to go with the second thing, which was super horrible cause even someone as gorgeous as herself couldn't rock the whole 'no-nose' look. . . #justbeingoverdramatic Mason lifted a hand to the office-door and rapped her knuckles against it. She smoothed out her robes and mustered all the courage she could, this was her future after all. Game-face on. ~~Hawt~~ Hirsch was, in fact, in his office. Lucky for some, eh? He was ditting with his feet up on the table and his legs crossed at his ankles when the knock came. Thankfully, too, because if he had to read any more of those student's made up waffle about a dark creature, he might need to go for a long walk. Just saying. But, the Knicks. The knocks meant a distraction, something the man was all too happy with right about now. So, placing the essay down on the desk with a small OOMPH, Hirsch lifted his glasses and rubbed his eyes instead. "Come in!" Please let this be much better than the reading he had to do. OOC: HAI lovely! Sorry to keep you waiting for so long! You can post in the office now ^^ __________________