 Stuck inside with Sirius | *Splish-Splash* | bamBAM | ☁ Spooktacular ☁
He hated to be late. Hated it.
Which is why he was cursing under his breath as he stopped by the bathroom on the way to the staff meeting. He'd meant to go in the staff toilets downstairs, but on route he'd been caught out first by the moving staircases, and second by an overly excitable first-year Gryffindor who he just hadn't been able to shake off. Why the boy was so over-enthusiastically happy, he hadn't the foggiest. No amount of grunting or scowling could discourage him enough to go head in a different direction.
GAH.
Unfortunately, the cursing only got more pronounced as he entered the bathroom and quickly felt water seeping into his shoes. His Italian leather shoes. It was only a minor relief to see it was escaping from a sink rather than a toilet. And he wasn't sure quite what to make of the eccentric Flying Instructor stood on the other side of the growing lake. This wasn't the place to be testing out new water feature designs!
"What in hopping horntails happened here, Haruldur?" His tone was grumpy.
Very grumpy.
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