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Angie · 05-20-2009, 02:45 AM

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Originally Posted by demented_death_eater

Professor Vindictus was late for the feast but he had good reason. In his hands, he was carrying four distinct clipboards and he immediately made a beeline to the Ravenclaw table. His House. His table. And there was his captain. "Willow! I've got something for you!" he called out and thrust a blue clipboard at the Ravenclaw captain.

Yawwwwwn.

Seriously, when was Bontecou going to deliver the speech? She was hungry, and bored and sleepy and in a bad mood. And that was a bad combination when it came to Willow.

Of course, it was the first years' fault - all their giggling and laughing and just their excitement that was completely obnoxious in her opionion, had managed to get on her nerves just seconds after she'd claimed her spot at the table.

Just when Willow was about to turn to Issy and ask whether she would get in trouble if she stood up and left for the common room, a somewhat familiar voice called her, and her head quickly whirled around to face Professor Vindictus.

Was she in trouble? Honestly, she had done nothing wrong, and that first year that had fallen down when she pushed him out of her way back in the train was - Oh. He had something for her.

"Hey, sir," said the girl with a polite nod to the head of the house. Her eyes locked on the blue clipboard. "What's this?"

05-20-2009, 02:45 AM	#251 (permalink)
Angie DoM Veela Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: Themyscira Posts: 37,610 Hogwarts RPG Name: Nerissa M. Tate Sixth Year x8	Wowza! Quote: Originally Posted by demented_death_eater Professor Vindictus was late for the feast but he had good reason. In his hands, he was carrying four distinct clipboards and he immediately made a beeline to the Ravenclaw table. His House. His table. And there was his captain. "Willow! I've got something for you!" he called out and thrust a blue clipboard at the Ravenclaw captain. Yawwwwwn. Seriously, when was Bontecou going to deliver the speech? She was hungry, and bored and sleepy and in a bad mood. And that was a bad combination when it came to Willow. Of course, it was the first years' fault - all their giggling and laughing and just their excitement that was completely obnoxious in her opionion, had managed to get on her nerves just seconds after she'd claimed her spot at the table. Just when Willow was about to turn to Issy and ask whether she would get in trouble if she stood up and left for the common room, a somewhat familiar voice called her, and her head quickly whirled around to face Professor Vindictus. Was she in trouble? Honestly, she had done nothing wrong, and that first year that had fallen down when she pushed him out of her way back in the train was - Oh. He had something for her. "Hey, sir," said the girl with a polite nod to the head of the house. Her eyes locked on the blue clipboard. "What's this?" __________________