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As you enter the room, the first thing you see in the middle of the room is a hand-made Turkish carpet and nothing else. To the immediate right of the door stands a coat hanger for four coats a time, and you are expected to hang your coat there before fully entering the room. Professor's desk and two chairs in front of it are located at the right end with three pictures hanging from the wall, and his bookcase and 'emergency potions' shelves with a representational potion brewing set are located at the left end of the room. The walls are painted light blue.
The desk and visitors' set look expensive, and they indeed are. They are from genuine mahogany, all cut from the same wood. There is usually a big pile of papers hastily arranged at the farther side of the desk, and you will always see a potion phial and a book on the more organised side. Behind it is his office chair, and in front of it are two comfortable looking armchairs with a coffee table between them. You'll find a bowl of sweets that is filled with cheering up potion that will last for approximately three hours. Go on, take a cherry, apple, orange or lemon flavoured. Be careful not to take the last lemon though, because they are his favourite.
To the right side of the wall behind the desk hangs a picture depicting a Mardin, Midyat house with smiling kids sometimes singing a song and sometimes playing a game. To the left is a painting depicting Afghanistan with an old wizard at the centre of it. He is brewing a mysterious potion and will be more than happy to speak to you in Persian, but he just smiles upon asking about what he is doing. He was a respected wizard of Afghanistan, and Professor Culloden paid a fortune for the painting, so act accordingly. Beneath them in the middle hangs a picture of Borneo rainforests with birds and insects. If you are lucky, you will be treated with a birds lullaby and if you are unlucky, the insects will drill your brains with their buzzing sound.
The middle is only occupied by a handmade Turkish rug. While you may step on it, you will land yourself in detention faster than you can say 'potion' if those shoes are muddy or wet.
At the other end of the room is a bookcase full of books about potions, both muggle and magical plants and animals. Don't be surprised if you see your professor's name on 3-4 of them. Depending on how much he likes you, he may lend them to you.
On the shelves next to the bookcase stands his golden, representational potions brewing set and a few phials full of different potions. Along with the carpet and pictures, the set is his most prized possession.
If you can find him in his office, you are 'okay' to pay a visit.
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Well, SHE was WRONG. It wasn't a LIE, it was the TRUTH. He opened his mouth to say so, but she ended the discussion and what else could he say, really?
Ugh.
He raised his eyebrows at her explanation, and turned to watch Zander with an amused expression. "I can see it was all her idea," he said as he examined the boy from head to toe again - he was in love with her, wasn't he? - and shrugged as if she had just discovered his secret, evil plans all along.
"I suppose you are right. It's not every day my favourite students become Head Boy 'n' Girl, as it's not today either."
........he was SO FUNNY, wasn't he!?
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Well DUH it was her idea. Soph grinned sideways over at Zander when he said that, thinking he was funny, then started to smirk when Culloden began to confirm what she'd just said--
Until he went and RUINED IT, and her mouth DROPPED.
"Woooooooow," she crossed her arms, playfully unimpressed. "You literally just said I'm the best, then you go and CRUSH MY HOPES AND DREAMS. You're a dream-crusher, professor. The worst. Broke my heart." She reached over to take Zander's hand, wanting to hold it as she went to stand up with him. "C'mon, Zanderpander. We don't need to take this bullying from him."
They would just go snog or something.
The creepy head-to-toe look gave Zander slight shivers. Not that he was afraid of Culloden or anything.. Zander had gotten over that a few terms ago... Right? But still the look was intimidating and Zander actually considered taking some of that cheering potion candy just to make this whole thing a little easier. Because he felt as if the awkward discomfort was only getting worse and worse as the minutes ticked by. "Everything's always her idea, sir." Incase he didn't know that either.
Sophie Brown had so many ideas. Zander sorta hated her for it because it got him in situation like this... Except he actually didn't hate it at all. And that was where his problem ultimately stemmed from. Sigh. Sophie Brown. Sigh.
He watched her, amused with the dramatics. Well, amused with the dramatics until it involved grabbing his hand and making him stand up. Wait. Wut. "... Wait, we're leaving?" Sophie had pulled him all the way down here just to bug the guy and then make a dramatic exit.
And yet, he wasn't even surprised.
WELL PEACE, BYE SIR. IT WAS NICE KNOWING YA. Zander was definitely down for snogging. Though the chat had been lovely. BYE. Ahem.... But were they actually leaving though? Somehow he wasn't so sure.
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PFFFT. Cosgrach rolled his eyes at the boy, but he was also grinning. His wish, yeeeeeeah. He would have poked the guy, had they not been sitting so apart. "I hope I get to grant your wish too," he said. Actually... he had to talk to Benny about it. About time Benny got revenge for that Babbly Beverage, and Cosgrach would avenge THIS.
...with pictures.
N'awwwwwwww Adi was being nice, so Cosgrach smiled at him. "Thank you. I try my best." This was one of the rare moments when Cosgrach Culloden was being modest - he only did that when he believed the compliment was genuine. Adi was a great boy. The man looked forward to his development.
"WHAT!?" UGH. Haha, no, actually, he KNEW Adi wasn't going to burn them. And... he supposed, he was cool with that. Adi was graduating anyway. He took the picture, squinted at it for a loooong moment and smiled in the end. "On only one condition," he said, "you won't show these pictures to the younger generation until they graduate too. I want them to come up with their own courage to carry out their own pranks." Fair enough, right?
Adi grinned with Culloden. Professor Cool, that's what he thought of the man. And that was a rather fitting name, wasn't it? Mhmm. He thought so! "You sure did!'' Hehe. It was true! And you didn't have to try, Professor. You were good at being a great teacher. Yup.
The Hufflepuff watched Culloden squinting at the picture with great amusement. Annnd there was the smile! See? He KNEW Culloden wouldn't burst his fun bubble. Ohh, a condition? "This sounds good to me, Professor. This secret is safe with me. You can show Helena yours so she'll see what a great canary you make.'' LOL. He smiled at the cute little girl in the picture again. Kiddies. Adi liked kiddies a ton.
Anyway. "If you scrape the frosting off from the rest of the cake, you can eat the rest of it without being a canary again. But that's only if you don't want to be one.'' Who knows, Culloden might have liked being a bird. Adi got to his feet. "I think I've occupied enough of your time for today but every second was worth it, wouldn't you say so?'' "I'll see you around, Professor! Next time you see Helena, tell her one of your students hope she's going to be a Hufflepuff with an excellent sense of humour.''
With a grin and his camera clutched in his hands, the boy bounded from the Office, his respect and admiration for Culloden higher than ever.
Cosgrach KNEW that SHE wouldn't miss out the chance. No way! He listened to her from behind his closed door with a smirk - he had also correctly guessed she would say something along those lines. Of course, she was enthusiastic as ever. HEHEHE. THE Sophie Brown he had got to know over 6 years. Good ole times.
He opened the door a few moments later as if he hadn't been waiting right beside it. He WAS curious about her design (he bet she planned what to do the moment she visited this office), but he wouldn't appear too eager.
"Hi, Sophie," he greeted her cheerfully, and stood aside to let her enter. "Came to redecorate my office, eh?"
When the office door opened, Sophie BEAMED and saluted the man, but she snorted at his words. Puh-LEASE. "Don't act like you didn't already know I was comin' for this one," she nudged him teasingly with her elbow as she passed into the office, a huge smile on her face.
She also suspected he'd been waiting by the door and just took a few seconds longer to make her think he hadn't been. But she saw right through that. They knew each other too well by now.
Placing her hands on her hips, Soph gave the office a calculating look, slowly turning in a complete circle, scrutinizing every inch of the room as she went. "What's your vision, professor? What do you not like, what do you like, what d'you wanna keep, what d'you think needs to be changed? What doesn't feel right? Why d'you wanna redecorate in the first place?" Very important things to know before they went any further.
Well DUH it was her idea. Soph grinned sideways over at Zander when he said that, thinking he was funny, then started to smirk when Culloden began to confirm what she'd just said--
Until he went and RUINED IT, and her mouth DROPPED.
"Woooooooow," she crossed her arms, playfully unimpressed. "You literally just said I'm the best, then you go and CRUSH MY HOPES AND DREAMS. You're a dream-crusher, professor. The worst. Broke my heart." She reached over to take Zander's hand, wanting to hold it as she went to stand up with him. "C'mon, Zanderpander. We don't need to take this bullying from him."
They would just go snog or something.
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The creepy head-to-toe look gave Zander slight shivers. Not that he was afraid of Culloden or anything.. Zander had gotten over that a few terms ago... Right? But still the look was intimidating and Zander actually considered taking some of that cheering potion candy just to make this whole thing a little easier. Because he felt as if the awkward discomfort was only getting worse and worse as the minutes ticked by. "Everything's always her idea, sir." Incase he didn't know that either.
Sophie Brown had so many ideas. Zander sorta hated her for it because it got him in situation like this... Except he actually didn't hate it at all. And that was where his problem ultimately stemmed from. Sigh. Sophie Brown. Sigh.
He watched her, amused with the dramatics. Well, amused with the dramatics until it involved grabbing his hand and making him stand up. Wait. Wut. "... Wait, we're leaving?" Sophie had pulled him all the way down here just to bug the guy and then make a dramatic exit.
And yet, he wasn't even surprised.
WELL PEACE, BYE SIR. IT WAS NICE KNOWING YA. Zander was definitely down for snogging. Though the chat had been lovely. BYE. Ahem.... But were they actually leaving though? Somehow he wasn't so sure.
Bullying? Him? The angelic Cosgrach?
Naaaaaaah. She was just oversensitive today.
He didn't try to stop them or anything though. On the contrary, he smiled innocently. "See ya later," he said, and even waved. HEHEHE. If they were going to snog, they had better find a private place for it. Just saying.
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Adi grinned with Culloden. Professor Cool, that's what he thought of the man. And that was a rather fitting name, wasn't it? Mhmm. He thought so! "You sure did!'' Hehe. It was true! And you didn't have to try, Professor. You were good at being a great teacher. Yup.
The Hufflepuff watched Culloden squinting at the picture with great amusement. Annnd there was the smile! See? He KNEW Culloden wouldn't burst his fun bubble. Ohh, a condition? "This sounds good to me, Professor. This secret is safe with me. You can show Helena yours so she'll see what a great canary you make.'' LOL. He smiled at the cute little girl in the picture again. Kiddies. Adi liked kiddies a ton.
Anyway. "If you scrape the frosting off from the rest of the cake, you can eat the rest of it without being a canary again. But that's only if you don't want to be one.'' Who knows, Culloden might have liked being a bird. Adi got to his feet. "I think I've occupied enough of your time for today but every second was worth it, wouldn't you say so?'' "I'll see you around, Professor! Next time you see Helena, tell her one of your students hope she's going to be a Hufflepuff with an excellent sense of humour.''
With a grin and his camera clutched in his hands, the boy bounded from the Office, his respect and admiration for Culloden higher than ever.
He knew he could trust Adi. Perks of being a Hufflepuff: they were trustworthy and kept their promises carefully. "Oh, I'm sure she'd like to watch it live," he said, so Adi actually did a favour. The cakes were going home intact and would be their entertainment for a night.
"I'd say so, certainly." That it was worth it. HEHEH. "You should teach her your humour and who knows... her mum is already a Hufflepuff."If Adi wanted to, of course. Cosgrach bet he had better things to do than wrestling with a 1.5 year old creature, though. Ugh. He had no idea how Helena was more energetic than him.
"So, take care. See ya around." For sure... in another revenge perhaps, who knew?
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When the office door opened, Sophie BEAMED and saluted the man, but she snorted at his words. Puh-LEASE. "Don't act like you didn't already know I was comin' for this one," she nudged him teasingly with her elbow as she passed into the office, a huge smile on her face.
She also suspected he'd been waiting by the door and just took a few seconds longer to make her think he hadn't been. But she saw right through that. They knew each other too well by now.
Placing her hands on her hips, Soph gave the office a calculating look, slowly turning in a complete circle, scrutinizing every inch of the room as she went. "What's your vision, professor? What do you not like, what do you like, what d'you wanna keep, what d'you think needs to be changed? What doesn't feel right? Why d'you wanna redecorate in the first place?" Very important things to know before they went any further.
Cosgrach snorted right BACK, and closed the door behind her. He should have opened the door with his wand. Next time, he would do that.
"Oh cut it out," he said teasingly as he flopped on an armchair and watched her "take it all in" or whatever, "don't tell me you hadn't already planned what to do. I have no vision, that's why I am asking for help. I am merely bored. 5 and a half years. I want change." But how... that was HER decision, now.
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Another visitor... for some reason, most likely because Helena didn't give him a proper rest all night, Cosgrach was slower this morning. He yaaaawned, and blinked several times as he wiped his eyes again. He took a sip from his coffee and lazily grabbed his wand to wave it at the door.
"Come in," he said and tried to look more awake. Uuuuugh... tonight, he was making a sleep draught for that kid.
Beatrice heard the door open and sprang to her feet pretty quickly. Good thing she was in relatively good health, otherwise she was sure to have pulled something. But the Cosgrach who greeted her was not so springy. Hmm... maybe she ought to come back later? But no, perhaps this would help.
Or not.
"Goodmorning Cosgrach. I was... about to go for a jog and wondered if you would like to join me?" Joggers on feet, jogging gear on, she was ready to go. "Umm but if it's not a good time," she added, feeling an urge to send the man back to bed immediately.
Beatrice heard the door open and sprang to her feet pretty quickly. Good thing she was in relatively good health, otherwise she was sure to have pulled something. But the Cosgrach who greeted her was not so springy. Hmm... maybe she ought to come back later? But no, perhaps this would help.
Or not.
"Goodmorning Cosgrach. I was... about to go for a jog and wondered if you would like to join me?" Joggers on feet, jogging gear on, she was ready to go. "Umm but if it's not a good time," she added, feeling an urge to send the man back to bed immediately.
. . . a . . . jog?
Blink. Blink blink.
Oh! A jog. As he had asked people to motivate him to.
"No actually, fresh air might be good," he said, yawned, and got up to his feet. "I should... change, probably." He took the last sip from his coffee and walked to the back room...
...a few minutes later, he was back in old trousers and a white T-shirt with white sneakers.
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. . . a . . . jog?
Blink. Blink blink.
Oh! A jog. As he had asked people to motivate him to.
"No actually, fresh air might be good," he said, yawned, and got up to his feet. "I should... change, probably." He took the last sip from his coffee and walked to the back room...
...a few minutes later, he was back in old trousers and a white T-shirt with white sneakers.
Let's... jog.
Beatrice was well chuffed when Cosgrach had agreed to come for a jog. She agreed that fresh air would be wonderful, especially the lovely cool fresh air. She waited patiently whilst he went to change into some more appropriate jogging clothes, and once he reemerged, she clapped her hands together.
"Great, perhaps we could jog down to, and around the lake?" she suggested, turning to leave.
Beatrice was well chuffed when Cosgrach had agreed to come for a jog. She agreed that fresh air would be wonderful, especially the lovely cool fresh air. She waited patiently whilst he went to change into some more appropriate jogging clothes, and once he reemerged, she clapped her hands together.
"Great, perhaps we could jog down to, and around the lake?" she suggested, turning to leave.
Around the lake? No, no. What if he fainted and fell in it? It would 99% happen, anyways. He didn't want her to be the murderer.
"I prefer the pathways," he said as they went out of the office. He closed the door to... jog.
Merlin, the meaning of the word hadn't hit him yet, but when he did, she would wonder how they were colleagues in the first place.
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Benzi was almost positive he could hear movement behind the door but he could not say for sure. Was Culloden ignoring him?? What had he done this time?! Or, well, not really this time because the last time he'd made a professor truly angry had been back in first year. Or that year when he hadn't been at Hogwarts and had accidentally vanished the teacher's underwear. But those days were behind him, so he really saw no reason for the potions professor to ignore him today. He didn't have any marks he needed to get back either, so there really was no reason.
He waited a few more moments and sighed in relief when the telltale "come in" was heard. Not a waste of time after all! And not being ignored, which was nice too, although he didn't sound too pleased about Benzi's presence. That was all right, once he'd run a few laps around the lake he'd be very glad Benzi had stopped by. They might run around the Quidditch pitch if the Professor was feeling a bit tired, it was smaller than the lake. Or perhaps they'd go to the practice room. OR, his least favourite but very effective, just run up all the stairs in the castle until they dropped.
"Good afternoon Professor!" Benzi smiled casually as he walked in, his workout clothes tucked under his left arm. "How are you today?"
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"Good afternoon," the man carefully greeted as he berated himself in his mind, "I'm fine, thank you. How can I help you?" Benzi wanted to work out, didn't he? Because Cosgrach had stupidly put on a sign on ALL of the noticeboards. Ugh. UGH. Would erasing the boy's mind work? Would anyone find out? Or could he fake being sick now?
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How could he help him? Good question. VERY good question. Benzi wiggled the clothes in his arms and beamed over at the Culloden. "Well professor, they served meat pie for lunch today and I ate the entire tray because it was really good, SO I was thinking of heading out for a run. I usually prefer sprinting but long jogs are more useful to clear your head and get rid of any post-food sleepiness you know? I thought perhaps you'd want to join me," Benzi said as he walked forward to Culloden's table where he promptly sat down in one of the chairs and shot him a grin.
Sniff. Sniff sniff. "Did you make tea professor? It smells really good in here," he observed as his eyes swept across the table but no mug was in sight. He missed the smell of tea sometimes, as the Great Hall was far to big for it to have just one distinct smell. Sometimes the common room smelled like tea but only very very late at night or early in the morning, where people needed the drink to keep them awake. Fun times in the Ravenclaw common room. Fun times.
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Cosgrach dramatically sighed. Yes, of course they served meat pie. Of course Benzi ate the whole tray. Of course he was here to run or whatever. The man eyed the boy with an unhappy expression. Sprinting? HAH. It was funny.
Not.
Especially when Benzi was sniffing his room like that.
He waved his hand nonchalantly. "I didn't," he said, and went on: "And why should I run with you? There are quite a lot of person who wants to do sports with me, y'know. What are your strengths?" Hmm?
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Benzi blinked.
Er.
What were his strengths? Who knew he'd need to audition to run with Culloden? And who on earth where all these other people who wanted to run with him?
"I help out my friends all the time. I'm very very good at getting people to run, if it's with me or just to get away from me Professor," he said and grinned, thinking back to a few of those mornings with Noel where he was sure the Hufflepuff had been running just to get away from him. Hehe. Fun times. But also, "I'm training to get into YATI so I've been working out every day for the past few years so I know a lot about getting fit in general. I could help you fix your diet too if you'd like!"
... Not that there was anything wrong with his diet. You know.
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Oh. Benzi actually humoured him and talked about his strengths, which were... wow, okay, if Cosgrach wanted to run with someone, Benzi was the person. The man was impressed. The boy was HIRED.
"Not the diet, no," he said, "but sure we can run. Slowly." Because he didn't want to hurt for a week, y'see? "Let me change..." And... forget about his tea. Ugh. Maybe he could tell Benzi to wait outside? Yeah.
"Why don't you wait outside for me to change?" Never mind that he had a whole seperate room, Benzi had to wait outside.