Originally Posted by Leeness

Varius Tipps, was, strange to see the least and it wasn't the fact that he knew random facts people hadn't heard of or liked to rub people's heads in welcome or even his weird narcoleptic, but not so narcoleptic episodes he occasionally took due to the fact he was simply lazy and slept even more than a newborn muggle. No, the thing that made Varius Tipps the strangest of all strange is that he wasn't even aware of his strange ways or his weird habits.

So, to add to this never-ending list of peculiar traits, he was on the seventh floor corridor starting his mission. He was going to learn the name and have a conversation with every single portrait inside the castle and doing things backward (like Varius did best) he was starting from the top and making his way down the floors, rather than the bottom working his way up. "Hello, young sir," he greeted a rather elderly man in a huge frame. He reached out to rub the picture's head before realising that the portrait was two dimensional. No worries...

Instead, he raised one solid finger and poked the man's noise gently. This wasn't received well by the portrait as he started to shout cuss words so old that it would make one think this man hadn't been in a proper human body for a good few centuries.

"Oh well... good day then," he said, quite unsure as to why this man was being so rude. What must have gotten his dress robes in a knot? He was slightly disappointed he hadn't caught the man's name, but maybe later when he had calmed down a bit.