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*Nordic Witch* · 06-09-2018, 06:59 AM

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Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy

Gaston meandered down the hall in the direction of the Fat Lady's portrait. Merlin, he hated calling her that! It seemed so rude, but since he didn't know her real name (or if she even had one) he didn't have much choice. He leaned against the wall to catch his breath from the long walk up four flights of stairs. That was one thing he'd never get used to about Hogwarts!

He glanced at his watch..Hopefully there wouldn't be too many Gryffindors in the common room at this time of day. He was trying to pick a time when he wouldn't disturb them to do his daily rounds... check to make sure the common room was clean, make sure the games in the game room were working and the mini fridges in the dorms stocked, test the security enchantments on the dorms, that sort of thing. His eyes flicked toward the portrait hole. Now where was the Fat Lady?

Laurel headed down the hall, not seeing exactly where she was going since she had her arms loaded with two big bags of scrying materials. She had just finished a lesson in the room of requirement with her fourth years and was intending to head back to the Divination Tower to unload and freshen up before her daily visit down to the dungeons. Somewhere as she walked Laurel had taken a wrong turn and was now heading down the corridor that lead to the Fat Lady’s portrait and Gryffindors common room hidden behind it.

Hands getting sweaty, she wished she had thought of carrying the bags in front of her suspensed in the air by magic, but she hadn’t since she had wanted to carry her precious materials close. Next minute she felt her grip on the bags slip and then she saw and felt how everything in the bags started to roll out of the tops. The many coloured lithomancy stones fell first along with the most precious crystal balls, and then cards and textbooks with big CLANK, CLUNK, CRASH sounds.

Sweating heavily now not only on her hands, but on her forehead as she surveyed the damage Laurel noted with horror that she wasn’t the person in the corridor. Glancing over to her colleague she quipped out akwardly. "Oh hello Gaston!"

06-09-2018, 06:59 AM	#3 (permalink)
Nordic Witch Grindylow Join Date: Sep 2005 Location: [GMT + 1] Posts: 14,057 Hogwarts RPG Name: Rose Snakebark Gryffindor Fourth Year Hogwarts RPG Name: JT Forsfelle Slytherin Second Year Ministry Department Head: Violet Fawley Ecological Protection x3	Swedishfish Girl! Madame Librarian! Jess's Soul Sister! Sweetest Swede! Quote: Originally Posted by MadMadamMalfoy Gaston meandered down the hall in the direction of the Fat Lady's portrait. Merlin, he hated calling her that! It seemed so rude, but since he didn't know her real name (or if she even had one) he didn't have much choice. He leaned against the wall to catch his breath from the long walk up four flights of stairs. That was one thing he'd never get used to about Hogwarts! He glanced at his watch..Hopefully there wouldn't be too many Gryffindors in the common room at this time of day. He was trying to pick a time when he wouldn't disturb them to do his daily rounds... check to make sure the common room was clean, make sure the games in the game room were working and the mini fridges in the dorms stocked, test the security enchantments on the dorms, that sort of thing. His eyes flicked toward the portrait hole. Now where was the Fat Lady? Laurel headed down the hall, not seeing exactly where she was going since she had her arms loaded with two big bags of scrying materials. She had just finished a lesson in the room of requirement with her fourth years and was intending to head back to the Divination Tower to unload and freshen up before her daily visit down to the dungeons. Somewhere as she walked Laurel had taken a wrong turn and was now heading down the corridor that lead to the Fat Lady’s portrait and Gryffindors common room hidden behind it. Hands getting sweaty, she wished she had thought of carrying the bags in front of her suspensed in the air by magic, but she hadn’t since she had wanted to carry her precious materials close. Next minute she felt her grip on the bags slip and then she saw and felt how everything in the bags started to roll out of the tops. The many coloured lithomancy stones fell first along with the most precious crystal balls, and then cards and textbooks with big CLANK, CLUNK, CRASH sounds. Sweating heavily now not only on her hands, but on her forehead as she surveyed the damage Laurel noted with horror that she wasn’t the person in the corridor. Glancing over to her colleague she quipped out akwardly. "Oh hello Gaston!" __________________