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cake.ninjak · 05-19-2009, 08:50 AM

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Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah

Following soon after Professor Ashby into the Great Hall was Professor Kapoor...and his moustache. Which at this moment, appeared to be longer than last term, and not to mention, eccentrically groomed so that the very tips of it tapered off into gradually thinning curlies.

"Good evening, Professor Ashby...everyone." He said with a convivial nod in their directions and avoiding with all his might following up with 'and what do you think of my new moustache?'.

Just then, he heard the familiar shreiks of the one that brought him the puffapod, the one that fought ferociously in the corridor...Professor Bunbury! And he winced at the last comment she spat from her mouth, though he could not make out what exactly she was saying to the new healer for the hospital wing.

"David, my friend!" Ian exclaimed, clasping his hand onto the man's back. Little to David's knowledge, Ian had magicked a sign onto his hand that read "Kick Me." The sign now hung proudly from the Divination professor's back.

"How are you? I see you've let your moustache grow this summer. It looks so very saloonish. Do you mind if we have a friendly quick-draw duel later in the dueling arena?" He chuckled, unsure if anyone had caught his lame joke (he had been out of practice for a good 2-3 months) and turned his head toward the commotion. "My, my. We sure do have some high-pitched women on staff, don't we? Do you think we could perhaps use them as sopranos in the a capella group I am thinking of forming?"

05-19-2009, 08:50 AM	#18 (permalink)
cake.ninjak Kelpie Join Date: Sep 2006 Location: BUE - Left Coast Posts: 26,239	Big Tuna \| Booger \| Team Men \| Chris's SS!BFAM \| Jules says I'm RAD \| #Superman \| Dustbin Quote: Originally Posted by SlytherinSistah Following soon after Professor Ashby into the Great Hall was Professor Kapoor...and his moustache. Which at this moment, appeared to be longer than last term, and not to mention, eccentrically groomed so that the very tips of it tapered off into gradually thinning curlies. "Good evening, Professor Ashby...everyone." He said with a convivial nod in their directions and avoiding with all his might following up with 'and what do you think of my new moustache?'. Just then, he heard the familiar shreiks of the one that brought him the puffapod, the one that fought ferociously in the corridor...Professor Bunbury! And he winced at the last comment she spat from her mouth, though he could not make out what exactly she was saying to the new healer for the hospital wing. "David, my friend!" Ian exclaimed, clasping his hand onto the man's back. Little to David's knowledge, Ian had magicked a sign onto his hand that read "Kick Me." The sign now hung proudly from the Divination professor's back. "How are you? I see you've let your moustache grow this summer. It looks so very saloonish. Do you mind if we have a friendly quick-draw duel later in the dueling arena?" He chuckled, unsure if anyone had caught his lame joke (he had been out of practice for a good 2-3 months) and turned his head toward the commotion. "My, my. We sure do have some high-pitched women on staff, don't we? Do you think we could perhaps use them as sopranos in the a capella group I am thinking of forming?"