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Con_Stripes · 01-02-2009, 02:35 PM

The first thing you notice about this office is the exceptionally large desk, which, if you look closer; seems to have unusual scuffmarks on its surface. Perhaps it serves a less mundane purpose than simply a desk? A large and comfortable looking chair sits behind it; obviously this is Ethan’s chair though you will rarely find him sitting in it.

Three smaller, yet no less comfortable looking chairs are arranged facing the desk, ready for any visiting students to take a seat. While waiting you might notice a large bookcase along one wall; though there are no books on it. Instead it is brimming with photo frames. Pictures of Ethan in his days as a student at WADA, one of him as a thirteen year old in Slytherin robes, a selection of him a few years ago with various dragons in the background, one of him on a muggle sailing ship, another on stage dressed in tights and holding a skull and one of him in Egypt working with curse breakers. An old looking gramophone sits on the bookcase with a selection of records stacked haphazardly to one side, various eras of music are represented; of both the wizarding and the muggle variety. On the walls his OWL and NEWT results are proudly displayed alongside certificates proclaiming his knowledge and familiarity with various Dragon breeds.

A large basket sits in one corner, and a slight snoring sound can often be heard coming from this direction where Ethan’s chihuahua puppy makes its bed.

The walls and ceiling are blue for reasons Truebridge hasn’t discovered, but he is content with the décor for now.

But where is the professor?

Con_Stripes · 02-24-2009, 01:05 PM

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Originally Posted by SweetAussie

Agie smirked, giving the professor a very entertaining look. "Well, that's what you are paid to do right?" She said, holding back a giggle.

"That really depends on what you need help with," Truebridge mused, "Some teenage problems aren't covered in my paycheck." Ethan nodded to Becca, the third year Ravenclaw hovering outside his office for some reason before turning back to Agie. "I'm going for a walk now, so if you want to ask for help you will have to tag along."

He turned and looked at Plymouth and Celandine, "Oh, by all means, dance if you like." He gestured to the gramophone, "Just shut the door on your way out, it will lock on its own." He stepped into the corridor, gesturing for Agie to preceed him.

SweetAussie · 02-24-2009, 01:17 PM

Some teenage problems? Ha, like Agie wasted her time on that. "Oh, damn. I just wanted advice on my boyfriends. There is three right. One I like, One is just hot but doesn't have a clue and one is this bad boy who is just exciting I guess." Agie teased.

Oh a walk. Agie didn't want to be seen in public with a professor. But this could be fun and she needed to know some info. "I guess I could come." She shrugged and with a shifty smile, she followed the professors lead.

feeheeheeny · 02-24-2009, 09:17 PM

Becca, who had been observing the situation between Plymouth, Celandine, and Truebridge, was beginning to experience something close to heartbreak. They really liked each other. A lot. So much that they couldn't stand to be too far away from each other when in the same room.

Then, when a Gryffindor strode past her and into the office, Becca raised her eyebrows as her cover was blown. But Truebridge didn't seem mad or peeved. It appeared that he didn't care at all, really.

When Truebridge told the couple they could dance if they'd like, an alarm with big flashing lights went off in her head. No WAY would she let that happen. Not without some awkwardness occurring, at the least. So, she strolled into the office and took a seat away from the other Ravenclaws, trying to look casual. "Are you two really good dancers?" she inquired, attempting to appear as if she simply wanted a great show. Yeah right.

Mad Eye Touz · 02-24-2009, 10:16 PM

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Originally Posted by NicoT

"Nothing better than a few hours of cats to convince you that my music is not weird." Truebridge sighed, nodding to the music, "And to teach you some respect." Ethan looked between the two of them and brandished his wand.

He flicked his wand at them, sending a strange glow reminiscent of stage lighting to hit each student. "Every time you so much as think a disrespectful thought about a professor, this wonderful soundtrack willl play in your head and you will dance. Every time you so much as consider acting up in class, you will hear the opening bars of the Rum Tum Tugger," He looked at Celandine, "I'm sure you, miss charms expert, can figure out how to reverse it, but in the mean time, you will learn to love listening to the Jellicle Ball as much as I do." Truebridge took a breath and gestured at the door, "You may go now."

Plymouth raised his hand after a moment of consideration to his 'punishment'. It was a little late though, because Professor Truebridge must have seen the onslaught of comments to come from .... his new predicament and was out of there in a hurry. He gave his thoughts anyway to no one in particular. "I think we might have to discuss what "considering" misbehaving is. Because, to me, I was just... doing the assignment - and I was even ahead of the curve. I thought I was going to get some points for brilliance or something. Not a brain full of show tunes.." Poor Plymouth. He gave Cela his "I'm pitiful" look that was well and truly pitiful.

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Originally Posted by Grangerfn1

Becca, who had been observing the situation between Plymouth, Celandine, and Truebridge, was beginning to experience something close to heartbreak. They really liked each other. A lot. So much that they couldn't stand to be too far away from each other when in the same room.

Then, when a Gryffindor strode past her and into the office, Becca raised her eyebrows as her cover was blown. But Truebridge didn't seem mad or peeved. It appeared that he didn't care at all, really.

When Truebridge told the couple they could dance if they'd like, an alarm with big flashing lights went off in her head. No WAY would she let that happen. Not without some awkwardness occurring, at the least. So, she strolled into the office and took a seat away from the other Ravenclaws, trying to look casual. "Are you two really good dancers?" she inquired, attempting to appear as if she simply wanted a great show. Yeah right.

"Hold on. Let me consider misbehaving to get us some music - and I'll SHOW you," Plymouth laughed. What if he never CONSIDERED misbehaving, but just straight up misbehaved? Hmm... tricky...

TeafortheSoul · 02-24-2009, 10:31 PM

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Originally Posted by NicoT

"Nothing better than a few hours of cats to convince you that my music is not weird." Truebridge sighed, nodding to the music, "And to teach you some respect." Ethan looked between the two of them and brandished his wand.

He flicked his wand at them, sending a strange glow reminiscent of stage lighting to hit each student. "Every time you so much as think a disrespectful thought about a professor, this wonderful soundtrack willl play in your head and you will dance. Every time you so much as consider acting up in class, you will hear the opening bars of the Rum Tum Tugger," He looked at Celandine, "I'm sure you, miss charms expert, can figure out how to reverse it, but in the mean time, you will learn to love listening to the Jellicle Ball as much as I do." Truebridge took a breath and gestured at the door, "You may go now."

Oh neat! Truebridge thinks Cela is a charms expert! She positively beamed at him, unconcerned about the punishment.

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Originally Posted by NicoT

"That really depends on what you need help with," Truebridge mused, "Some teenage problems aren't covered in my paycheck." Ethan nodded to Becca, the third year Ravenclaw hovering outside his office for some reason before turning back to Agie. "I'm going for a walk now, so if you want to ask for help you will have to tag along."

He turned and looked at Plymouth and Celandine, "Oh, by all means, dance if you like." He gestured to the gramophone, "Just shut the door on your way out, it will lock on its own." He stepped into the corridor, gesturing for Agie to preceed him.

Ooooh. So... they were allowed to dance? Cela wondered if there was better music to dance to. She liked this Cats business well enough but it didn't have the right vibe for her to get down on it.

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Originally Posted by Grangerfn1

Becca, who had been observing the situation between Plymouth, Celandine, and Truebridge, was beginning to experience something close to heartbreak. They really liked each other. A lot. So much that they couldn't stand to be too far away from each other when in the same room.

Then, when a Gryffindor strode past her and into the office, Becca raised her eyebrows as her cover was blown. But Truebridge didn't seem mad or peeved. It appeared that he didn't care at all, really.

When Truebridge told the couple they could dance if they'd like, an alarm with big flashing lights went off in her head. No WAY would she let that happen. Not without some awkwardness occurring, at the least. So, she strolled into the office and took a seat away from the other Ravenclaws, trying to look casual. "Are you two really good dancers?" she inquired, attempting to appear as if she simply wanted a great show. Yeah right.

Cela turned around and smiled brightly, "Oh yes. I'm even a good dancer when hit by Tarantallegra." She told her yearmate quite matter-of-factly. "You should dance with us!"

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Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz

Plymouth raised his hand after a moment of consideration to his 'punishment'. It was a little late though, because Professor Truebridge must have seen the onslaught of comments to come from .... his new predicament and was out of there in a hurry. He gave his thoughts anyway to no one in particular. "I think we might have to discuss what "considering" misbehaving is. Because, to me, I was just... doing the assignment - and I was even ahead of the curve. I thought I was going to get some points for brilliance or something. Not a brain full of show tunes.." Poor Plymouth. He gave Cela his "I'm pitiful" look that was well and truly pitiful.

"Hold on. Let me consider misbehaving to get us some music - and I'll SHOW you," Plymouth laughed. What if he never CONSIDERED misbehaving, but just straight up misbehaved? Hmm... tricky...

Cela stood up and looked around the gramophone, picking up a stack of records and turning to skip over to Plymouth. She passed him the stack and giggled, "What one do you want to dance to, Plym? oooooh!" Cela looked at the desk, "It's like a stage!" She climbed on top of it and stretched her arms out in a look-at-me pose.

Strangely, no music played in her head when she did this.

Mad Eye Touz · 02-24-2009, 11:00 PM

Celandine might not have been hearing music - but Plymouth was. He twitched and looked up at his hair line as if the music were coming from somewhere other than his own... brain.

"Weird..."

Luckily for Plymouth though, it wasn't TOO bad of a tune. Kind of repetitive. Definitely a meow in there. But not TOO bad. Plymouth tried to shake it off.

He was all sorts of big grins though for his wild and rebel, adorable and precious, brilliant girlfriend -- and her dancing on the Professor's desk. He picked out a random record because truth-be-known, Plymouth didn't know much music. "I think - " Plymouth did a few random scuffles that might have be a cousin to river dancing - "my dancing shoes are ALL warmed up, Girlfriend." And the Plymouth started jamming like a rockstar as best he could to the tune of Cats...

**Thomas Duskurk** · 02-25-2009, 02:16 AM

The door would have opened, seemingly of its own accord, except that Lord Voldemortist found it wide open already with ruckus music playing from inside. Could she still be here? Ah... no... not her, though she might still be around. Who else would allow students to dance on their desk and act like a couple of fools? The invisible Lord Voldemortist slipped into the History of magic office, grateful for the noise so that he could snoop around.

TeafortheSoul · 02-25-2009, 02:23 AM

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Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz

Celandine might not have been hearing music - but Plymouth was. He twitched and looked up at his hair line as if the music were coming from somewhere other than his own... brain.

"Weird..."

Luckily for Plymouth though, it wasn't TOO bad of a tune. Kind of repetitive. Definitely a meow in there. But not TOO bad. Plymouth tried to shake it off.

He was all sorts of big grins though for his wild and rebel, adorable and precious, brilliant girlfriend -- and her dancing on the Professor's desk. He picked out a random record because truth-be-known, Plymouth didn't know much music. "I think - " Plymouth did a few random scuffles that might have be a cousin to river dancing - "my dancing shoes are ALL warmed up, Girlfriend." And the Plymouth started jamming like a rockstar as best he could to the tune of Cats...

Oooh that was strange. Cela could totally have sworn she felt her brother enter the room just then. But meh. She kept on dancing. The bee dance.

Step, wiggle, step, shuffle, wiggle, step, step, shuffle, step, wiggle...

Mad Eye Touz · 02-25-2009, 02:35 AM

Plymouth was in the middle of an air guitar solo -- when he was SO SURE someone walked past him. It gave him a serious case of the HEEBIE JEEBIES. "CelaBela... you're awesome. And your moves are to be envied. But I think our time in here just ran out..."

Plymouth kept dancing though with much less enthusiasm. It was probably KaziMEANANDSCARYiz about to jump him. Just in case, Plymouth got his wand out and was SO READY to use the shield.

TeafortheSoul · 02-25-2009, 02:38 AM

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Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz

Plymouth was in the middle of an air guitar solo -- when he was SO SURE someone walked past him. It gave him a serious case of the HEEBIE JEEBIES. "CelaBela... you're awesome. And your moves are to be envied. But I think our time in here just ran out..."

Plymouth kept dancing though with much less enthusiasm. It was probably KaziMEANANDSCARYiz about to jump him. Just in case, Plymouth got his wand out and was SO READY to use the shield.

"Why?" Cela did a little spin and jump combination and landed on her feet cat-like in front of Plymouth, she looked at his wand in consternation, "Who are you hexing with that?"

demented_death_eater · 02-25-2009, 02:41 AM

Suddenly the door burst open and Vindictus popped in with his wand drawn. It was pointed directly at Celandine. "Tarantallegra!" he said loudly and firmly. The whole while, his blue eyes were dancing in sheer delight.

TeafortheSoul · 02-25-2009, 02:44 AM

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Originally Posted by demented_death_eater

Suddenly the door burst open and Vindictus popped in with his wand drawn. It was pointed directly at Celandine. "Tarantallegra!" he said loudly and firmly. The whole while, his blue eyes were dancing in sheer delight.

Cela's wand slipped into her hand from up her sleeve and she cast her shield without a moment to spare, twisting her wrist slightly to focus the shield as best she could, "Protego!" She stared at Professor Vindictus somewhat dumbfounded for a moment before turning and giving Plym a little push, "Reflexes much?"

BanaBatGirl · 02-25-2009, 02:45 AM

Just behind Max's shoulder was Bunbury, her red hair just a little frazzled as she pointed her wand at dear Plymouth Morgan.

"Rictusempra!" she shouted with authority as a diabolical smile spread across her face.

demented_death_eater · 02-25-2009, 02:48 AM

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Originally Posted by Celandine

Cela's wand slipped into her hand from up her sleeve and she cast her shield without a moment to spare, twisting her wrist slightly to focus the shield as best she could, "Protego!" She stared at Professor Vindictus somewhat dumbfounded for a moment before turning and giving Plym a little push, "Reflexes much?"

Since Celandine turned her back at him to assist Plymouth, Vindictus pointed his wand at her again. "Petrificus Totalus!" he whispered and watched as the jet of light shot out of his wand and headed directly at the small of her back.

Mad Eye Touz · 02-25-2009, 02:49 AM

Plymouth Morgan -- screamed like a girl. From the top of his lungs to the bottom of his gut -- the scream came. He had his wand out though! So that was a plus! Unfortunately, after he saw Cela get ATTACKED (this was SO BARBARIC, FYI) -- he turned to shield her. "PROTEGA!!! Don't attack my GIRLFRIEND, K?"

Who would have thought that the pretty and kind of uppity plant lady would come in attack him next? Not Plymouth.

His scream turned into a fit of uncontrollable giggles. "HEEHEHEHEEE! She got me! HEEEEEEHEHHEE!"

TeafortheSoul · 02-25-2009, 02:49 AM

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Originally Posted by demented_death_eater

Since Celandine turned her back at him to assist Plymouth, Vindictus pointed his wand at her again. "Petrificus Totalus!" he whispered and watched as the jet of light shot out of his wand and headed directly at the small of her back.

Completely ignoring Plymouth now, it was every 'claw for themselves, Cela used the cowardly tactic that had lost her points in class, hitting the deck and crawling on her belly to hide behind the desk.

**Thomas Duskurk** · 02-25-2009, 02:56 AM

He stood frozen at a shelf, a look of complete shock on his face. What in Merlin's great and hairy.... whatever.... was going on here? Lainey had to be here somewhere, but he could tell she wasn't occupying this office any longer. And now he was stuck in this nonsense until they cleared a path to the doorway.

demented_death_eater · 02-25-2009, 02:57 AM

Vindictus shook his head at Celandine. "Ravenclaws are not cowards! And there's no way to escape this one. If you do, then Kazimeriz will have fun with you later on in the dungeons," he said with a twisted grin. He poined his wand at her. In fact, he got so close that there was no way for her to wave her wand without hurting him.

Confundo!

The spell was nonverbal and Vindictus kept his wand on her.

TeafortheSoul · 02-25-2009, 03:02 AM

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Originally Posted by demented_death_eater

Vindictus shook his head at Celandine. "Ravenclaws are not cowards! And there's no way to escape this one. If you do, then Kazimeriz will have fun with you later on in the dungeons," he said with a twisted grin. He poined his wand at her. In fact, he got so close that there was no way for her to wave her wand without hurting him.

Confundo!

The spell was nonverbal and Vindictus kept his wand on her.

Cela felt the spell hit her and she stared at the ground. ZomG. Where was she and what was up with this carpet? She rolled over and shakily got to her feet, "Hi!" Cela grinned up at Professor Vindictus, "Whatchoo pointing a wand at me for? Have I been a bad Ravenclaw?" Cela pouted and looked down at the ground. ZomG. Carpet.

BanaBatGirl · 02-25-2009, 03:06 AM

Anastasia was quite proud of her handiwork; why, she hadn't hexed a student since Diagon Alley! What a good feeling it gave you, truly, to be all-powerful and evil...

...in theory, of course. This didn't really count. Yet.

"My work here is done," Bunbury muttered in a low, dark tone to Vindictus. She nodded at Plymouth once (shame he had to be the student she hexed; she really wanted another go at that Slytherin brat) and then swept out of the office, click-clacking her boots away from the scene of the attack.

Mad Eye Touz · 02-25-2009, 03:08 AM

"HEEEEEEEEEHEHEHE," Plymouth giggled SO LOUD. He was holding his gut with one hand and pointing his wand at Vindictus with the other. "Hey. HEY. PROTEGO! HEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHE!! Stop shooting her!!" Plymouth had to double over and just laugh. BUT THIS SO WASN'T FUNNY!! "She's like half your size and a GIRL!"

Plymouth wobbled his wand between the crazy violent professors. "PRO - HEHEHEHE - TEG - HEHEHE - OOOO!"

One professor, the pretty plant lady, left - so he must have scared that one, at least. "HEHEHEHE"

demented_death_eater · 02-25-2009, 03:10 AM

Vindictus started giggling and put his wand away. "Oh, you've been a naughty Ravenclaw who's now being very, very good!" he exclaimed and continued laughing at Plymouth. "Bust a move, Plym. And I'm spent!"

"Yo! Hot Bunbuns! How 'bout some coffee and sweets?" he called out as he ran out of the office.

TeafortheSoul · 02-25-2009, 04:12 AM

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Originally Posted by Mad Eye Touz

"HEEEEEEEEEHEHEHE," Plymouth giggled SO LOUD. He was holding his gut with one hand and pointing his wand at Vindictus with the other. "Hey. HEY. PROTEGO! HEEEEEEEEHEHEHEHE!! Stop shooting her!!" Plymouth had to double over and just laugh. BUT THIS SO WASN'T FUNNY!! "She's like half your size and a GIRL!"

Plymouth wobbled his wand between the crazy violent professors. "PRO - HEHEHEHE - TEG - HEHEHE - OOOO!"

One professor, the pretty plant lady, left - so he must have scared that one, at least. "HEHEHEHE"

"Plymouth!" Celandine walked into him and landed on her butt on the ground, "Oww. Plymouth! Hey, Plymouth! Want some mistletoe?"

She flopped on her back and tried to think. Thinking. Thick. Thickening. Thoughts. Thought. Thing.

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Originally Posted by demented_death_eater

Vindictus started giggling and put his wand away. "Oh, you've been a naughty Ravenclaw who's now being very, very good!" he exclaimed and continued laughing at Plymouth. "Bust a move, Plym. And I'm spent!"

"Yo! Hot Bunbuns! How 'bout some coffee and sweets?" he called out as he ran out of the office.

"Really naughty." Cela agreed, after Vindictus left the room, "Plymouth! Heyy Plymouth! I made them all fall over!"

Mad Eye Touz · 02-25-2009, 04:18 AM

Plymouth was laughing SO MUCH - that there was drool and tears. He didn't want to drool, but he was drooling. And he couldn't STOP LAUGHING!

"HEHEHE. Hey CellBell. HEHEHEHE. I... OH you're HURT HEHEHE. It's not funny! HEHEHE!" Plymouth gave her a HUGE hug (and probably drooled and cried on her a little). They shook as he continued to giggle and giggle and giggle.

Plymouth tried to fix it with the finite charm -- but with his GIGGLES -- his wand was ALL over the place. STUPID KAZIMEANYIZ!

feeheeheeny · 02-25-2009, 04:24 AM

Becca watched Celandine and Plymouth dance, each in their own way, before realizing how cute they actually were. Not that she approved of them as a couple at all - oh no. Of course not. But, still, their oddities made them a great pair.

Then, two professors bursted into the room and shot spells at Plymouth and Celandine. Becca, a bit late, jumped to her feet, slipped her own wand out of her pocket, and stared at the two. What was up with that? And was she next? Before either of her questions could be answered, the professors exited. Just like that. How ... extremely odd.

Plymouth was pretty much dying laughing, as Becca put it, while Celandine seemed to go brain dead, or something. Suddenly not herself. "Hey... you doin' okay there, lover boy?" A slight smirk appeared on her face. Ha. He got what he deserved. Deserved for, you know, being with the wrong woman. Of course. "Now THIS is the office I know. Mayhem and craziness. Lainey would be proud." And... so. She sort of just looked at the two, amused with Plymouth's laughter and Celandine's sudden awkwardness. She could help... but where was the fun in that?

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