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Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy Gaston was still trying to figure out how to fold the sheets of tissue paper into something remotely resembling a flower when a voice startled him. His head whipped around in the direction of the sound, causing a few strands of hair to fall into his eyes. He knew he shouldn't have charmed his hair to make it longer!
He smiled brightly as he saw Miss Skeeter, one of his favorite students. He probably shouldn't be playing favorites this early on, but let's just say saving his life had quickly put her in his good graces. His eyes widened at the sight of the girl's costume. Whoa, she looked so different with pink hair! No need to guess who she was dressed as... "Good evening, Miss Skeeter," Gaston greeted the Hufflepuff, "or should I say Miss Tonks?" What a creative idea for a costume! Certainly more original than his idea of dressing as the cartoon character who shared his name, at any rate... and he appreciated the homage to the historical figure.
He blinked dumbly at the girl's question. She didn't know? That was a surprise; and here he'd half expected her to take one look at his costume and start singing the Gaston song! Oh Merlin, not the song! He'd heard enough of that song for one lifetime! Oh well, maybe Miss Skeeter was a pureblood and hadn't grown up with muggle things... "I'm Gaston, the villain in a muggle movie called Beauty and the Beast," he explained with a sheepish chuckle. "Not a very original idea, but I thought it would be a fun in-joke for those who know he shares my name."
Gaston watched closely as Miss Skeeter picked up several sheets of paper and started folding them. He tried to copy the way she was folding and managed to produce something that looked better than his first attempt but still in no way remotely resembled a marigold... not even close to being good enough for its intended purpose! Come on, get it right, Gaston! he inwardly berated himself. At the rate he was going, there wouldn't be any paper left for the students to use! "Excuse me, Miss Skeeter?" he said, turning to the Hufflepuff girl. "Would you mind teaching me to do that? I'm afraid I'm useless at it!"
Just please never inform this Hufflepuff of such favoritism, professor. It would likely fluster her into oblivion.
"Skeeter will do," she laughed. Mostly because she was positive she would forget to answer to the name Tonks. "Professor Myers had us dress up for his lesson as well...but I only did the hair then..." For purely selfish reasons that she was embarrassed to admit to, especially to a professor. "I promised Brian that I would put more effort in for his...I mean their...event. He ought to be along soon as Alastor Moody." They had considered coming together as Tonks and Lupin, mostly to poke fun - affectionately in her case at least - at people who constantly assumed that they were an item, but had decided against it ultimately. Moody was a bit more fitting anyway. "I admire her spunk and assertiveness, the actual Tonks I mean...and based on what the history texts have written about her." Her strength as well...it was something the seventh year aspired to as she tried to chip away at her timid shell. "Suppose...if I was going to go around pretending to be someone else for the day...I wanted it to be someone I wouldn't mind being like...or more like..."
Because Paige Samantha Skeeter would be the sort of person to put as much thought and existential theory into something as simple as a Halloween costume. Think...and then rambling on about it.
Oh? OH! The lightbulb went on in the seventh year's head and visible so by her outward expression. Paige wasn't terribly familiar with muggle things, growing up in a mostly pureblood environment until her mother had remarried a muggle - but her step brother was not the Disney loving type, so introduction to that had only come recently and only by overhearing certain Gryffindor girls. "Capitalizing on coincidence is plenty original, professor," she laughed. Although she had purposefully avoided her own, which was of no coincidence but a matter of bloodline. "I've only ever seen pictures from the textbook...but I believe I've spotted a few other characters from that film walking about...no doubt you'll be right in the thick of a musical spectacle in no time."
Still only on step one of her marigold, Paige had just removed her wand from its sunflower yellow holster to cut along the ends when the professor spoke to her again. "Oh, sure professor," she chirped. "It is actually quite simple...not as tricky as origami at least." Did that mean she needed to start from the beginning? Probably. "At least...this is the method I know with how to make them." There may have been other intentions but the supplies were here so she was rolling with it.
Unfolding her tissue papers and smoothing them out a bit, she looked back to the Charms professor. "Crisps folds," she nodded. "Accordion style." And she proceeded to refold her papers once again, which was incredibly easy considering the creases were so firmly present in the paper still. "Then we need to use one of the green pipe cleaners to wrap around the middle to hold it in place and act as the steam."
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