Don't gimme none of your aggravation! Had it with your discipline!
WHO: Hermione Granger, Nobody Owens, Rory Williams, and Perseus Jackson
WHAT: Ohhhh, the possibilities are endless, aren't they?
WHERE: We're going with the police station
WHEN: Uhhhh... Saturday night's all right for fighting!
WHY: Because, when no one else will tag you without massive poking, and you are not someone who is willing to commit to massive pokings... sometimes you gotta take matters into your own hands!
STATUS: ...I'm going with closed! No one else is allowed to play with me, so nyah! *sticks out tongue*
(...this is a total lie, btw. If anyone ever wanted into any thread I ever did, I'd probably be totally fine with it. But no one ever jumps into open threads anyway. XD)
Bod had agreed to work the late shift on Saturday. Harry had run himself into the ground all week, and was looking, as Hermione put it, "peaky." The neighborhood watch crew was in effect in the evenings, so the Baron was out there, and that was all right. Really, all Bod needed to do was keep an eye on the phones and get in touch with people, should any dire emergencies arise. Since his internal clock had gotten all off again, he'd been staying up later, and really, he could bring his book anywhere. So, that's how he ended up at his desk in the police station, at 10pm on a Saturday evening.
He was deeply absorbed in his book, a novel about Hemingway, interestingly, from the perspective of his first wife, and he was delighting in recognizing the entire plot of The Sun Also Rises in their trip to Pamplona, when the outdoor buzzer rang. Bod looked up, then over at the intercom, which buzzed again. With a sigh, Bod put his bookmark between the pages, stretched, and punched a button on the speaker. "Yes?"
WHAT: Ohhhh, the possibilities are endless, aren't they?
WHERE: We're going with the police station
WHEN: Uhhhh... Saturday night's all right for fighting!
WHY: Because, when no one else will tag you without massive poking, and you are not someone who is willing to commit to massive pokings... sometimes you gotta take matters into your own hands!
STATUS: ...I'm going with closed! No one else is allowed to play with me, so nyah! *sticks out tongue*
(...this is a total lie, btw. If anyone ever wanted into any thread I ever did, I'd probably be totally fine with it. But no one ever jumps into open threads anyway. XD)
Bod had agreed to work the late shift on Saturday. Harry had run himself into the ground all week, and was looking, as Hermione put it, "peaky." The neighborhood watch crew was in effect in the evenings, so the Baron was out there, and that was all right. Really, all Bod needed to do was keep an eye on the phones and get in touch with people, should any dire emergencies arise. Since his internal clock had gotten all off again, he'd been staying up later, and really, he could bring his book anywhere. So, that's how he ended up at his desk in the police station, at 10pm on a Saturday evening.
He was deeply absorbed in his book, a novel about Hemingway, interestingly, from the perspective of his first wife, and he was delighting in recognizing the entire plot of The Sun Also Rises in their trip to Pamplona, when the outdoor buzzer rang. Bod looked up, then over at the intercom, which buzzed again. With a sigh, Bod put his bookmark between the pages, stretched, and punched a button on the speaker. "Yes?"