Footwork

[exweatherby]

Let's see...if I were an overly horomonal teenager--or reasonable facsimile thereof--where would I be? Broom closet? Room of Requirement? The Astronomy Tower?

No. Not if I were an overly paranoid horomonal teenage facsimile.

Unless that's what he wants me to think. Hmm...

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[weepy_ravenclaw]

*walks by*

Er...quite alright there, sir?

[exweatherby]

*startled* Hm?

Oh. Hello, Miss Chang.

...You're a student. Tell me, if you wanted to go somewhere away from prying adult eyes, where would you be?

[weepy_ravenclaw]

*tartly*

Such a place still exists in this school?

[exweatherby]

*completely missing inflection* It must, or I wouldn't have to search for it, now, would I?

[weepy_ravenclaw]

*raises a brow* I suppose not.

But, to be honest with you, there aren't many places to hide here, really. Privacy is limited. I can't think of a single place to go where no one could find me.

[exweatherby]

*hint of desperation* Is there anywhere you'd at least try first?

[weepy_ravenclaw]

*looks thoughtful...*

Well, there's the Room of Requirement, but you can't get in unless you know what's going on inside of it.

[exweatherby]

True. Which makes it all the better for someone security-minded.

Anywhere else?

[weepy_ravenclaw]

Hmm...an empty classroom perhaps? Some deserted corridor maybe? I often go to the Quidditch pitch or to the lake to have some alone time.

[exweatherby]

Empty classrooms. Right. This could take all night. Perhaps I'd better start with the Room of Requirement.

I should be off. Thank you for your assistance, Miss Chang.

[weepy_ravenclaw]

You're welcome sir. Good night. *smiles, puts her hands behind her back, then bounces off down the hall*

[exweatherby]

*walks to Room of Requirement and pounds on door uselessly for a minute*

[royallyflushed]

*Dean opens the door to the Room of Requirement*

Do you desire an audience with us, Professor Percival? We were attempting to find a proper scepter.

*Points into a room full of vaguely cylindrical objects*

We knew we should have been more specific...

[exweatherby]

*stares*

...That does it. Teacher's salary or no, whatever Mr. Moody's paying you, I'll double it.

[royallyflushed]

Paying us?! Good sirrah, what possesses you to spout such vile slanders? Our royal person cannot be bought and sold like a common mercenary! We do as we will, for that is our royal right!

And now, we bid you goodnight. As this room has proven to be quite unsatisfactory for our purposes, we need it no longer. May it bring you better luck. Knave.

[exweatherby]

*glares after Dean*

...Maybe it will.

*strides into room*

Find me Alastor Moody. Or Susan Bones.

*school directory appears on table*

*picks it up and shakes it at the walls* Oh, ha, ha, ha. Is this the best you can do?

*waits*

Really? This is it?

*no response*

*throws down directory and stalks out*