-another brawl in the square-

[bobthewizard]

*irritated* Twenty points from whoever is responsible for this chaos. And another point from everyone who decides this is a good time to run through me.

*realizes that Daisya is somewhere out in this mess... brain shies away from imagining how he might be dealing with it*

To those of you working on your syllibaries outside of class, do NOT let your paper signatures get wet, or you will have to make new ones.

Has anybody seen my cat? He slipped out of the staff room again.


*meanwhile, Marco, soaked to the skin from running through the Great Hall, is on an unlit torch pillar, hissing at several advancing suits of armor*

Comments

[tastefulsilence.livejournal.com]

[[Written to Bob through journal]]
Good thing I'm not a student.
*written with obvious amusement*

You missing a cat?

[[/written]]


[[In Person Near Marco]]

What the hell? *eyes the armor* Hey, what are you doing out of your places? Leave the cat alone or the school'll be a few suits of armor less.

[bobthewizard.livejournal.com]

*snickering* So you're saying that you are, after all, responsible for some of this?

Yes, I am. Have you seen one?


*as Marco hisses, sidling across the pillar to get closer to the... er, thing that's more alive than those other things*

[tastefulsilence.livejournal.com]

*snickers, coughs, thinks of the slip 'n' slide he turned the back stairways into, smirks* Some.

Yeah, hairless cat with a wicked tattoo? He's attracting suits of armour to himself. *idle* They look like they wanna see what cat meat would be like. Want him back?

[[back near Marco in person]]

*huffs, stalks forward, smashes a couple suits out of the way, winces at the loudness of it, glances up at the cat, holds his arms up* Want out of this place? I know a ghost who wants you back, or we could detour to the kitchens and get you some mice or something. Whatever.

*shrugs, not really caring either way and just wanting an excuse to go to the kitchens himself*

[bobthewizard.livejournal.com]

I thought as much. *snickers* Yes, he's already had his back broken once, I doubt he'd like to repeat the experience.



[[in person]]

*arches and hisses at the clattering armor* IEEEEEEIEOW!!!

*stares suspiciously at Dwayne, leans forward to sniff his fingers, then bypasses the hands and hops onto his shoulder*

[tastefulsilence.livejournal.com]

*snickers* Will do.


[[in person]]

*huffs at the cat and shakes his head*
What ever kitty. You wanna go back to your ghost or go terrorize some house elves?

[bobthewizard.livejournal.com]

Miiiiiaow! *sniffs his hair and purrs a bit; anywhere will do*

[tastefulsilence.livejournal.com]

*snickers*
Sure thing kitty. Back to your ghost I think. I'll terrorize the house elves on my own. I don't think they like me much. *idly amused*

[dasiyaofthebell.livejournal.com]

*runs by in swimshorts, looking like he is about to use a bit of floor and plastic as a slip and slide*

[bobthewizard.livejournal.com]

Mr. Daisya, you are out of uniform!!!

[dasiyaofthebell.livejournal.com]

My uniform would get soaked and that is only asking for people like me to get sick.

[bobthewizard.livejournal.com]

There is such a thing as an Imperturbable charm or an umbrella. A weekend might be an excuse for a mild laxity of dress, but whatever the condition of the castle, you cannot attend class in this state.

[dasiyaofthebell.livejournal.com]

Who said I was going to go to class like this? *holds up a garbage bag* See? My robes are safe.

[bobthewizard.livejournal.com]

Nevertheless, you cannot walk around the halls like that. Dress yourself and put the bag on as a raincoat, if you really don't care what you look like.

[dasiyaofthebell.livejournal.com]

Why should I? I don't think there are any rules to wearing robes all the time.

[bobthewizard.livejournal.com]

......

*didn'treadtherulebookthoroughlyenoughbeforetakingthisjob*

..I think there are. At least rules about not running about with your torso bare.


[[XDDDD It seems like a normal rule for a school to have, but I really have no idea.]]

[dasiyaofthebell.livejournal.com]

*looks around and puts a wet napkin on his chest* No longer bare, sir!

((True~ But Daisya is being a little dork.))

[bobthewizard.livejournal.com]

*snorts* Insufficient, Mr. Daisya, unless you want me to start taking points.

[dasiyaofthebell.livejournal.com]

*puts a few more napkins on* Any better?

[bobthewizard.livejournal.com]

About twenty more should do the trick. You know, if you layer them properly, you might pass for an albino Peter Pan.

[dasiyaofthebell.livejournal.com]

*wicked smile as he grabs 20 more napkins and starts putting them on* How do I layer them?

[bobthewizard.livejournal.com]

*eyeroll* You start by joining the Drama Club. Now go put on some clothes.

[dasiyaofthebell.livejournal.com]

*stares* But sir, I will get damp and sick.

[bobthewizard.livejournal.com]

Not if you use an Imperturbable Charm. They last long enough to get through the damp areas. Believe it or not, there are solutions that do not involve running around half naked like some sort of Hottentot.

[dasiyaofthebell.livejournal.com]

Why yes, I know I am hot. I do have a cute girliefriend.

[bobthewizard.livejournal.com]

*is tempted to walk through him and make him the opposite of hot*

Five... four....

[dasiyaofthebell.livejournal.com]

*pouts, removes robes from bag and puts them on.*

Happy?

[bobthewizard.livejournal.com]

Ecstatic. Now run along before you do get wet.

[dasiyaofthebell.livejournal.com]

*scurries off*