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[opheliaballard]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Books of Mystery' / Monday, Oct 17 / 4:00pm
Location: A corridor rather near the Caretaker's office. Coincidence?! I THINK NOT.
Open To: Taker's who Care, aka this Jesse bloke
Currently Involving: Ophelia BALLARD

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[jesse_h]

[ooc: Could you change the time to about thirty minutes to an hour or so after? That way he's done with Mason by the time he gets to her. Cause at noon he's over there.]

Jesse walked around the corner near his office. He had been sure he had heard something- oh. Ophelia. He should have known.

"Ophelia Ballard," he sighed out her name, sounding tired (but not really). "Aren't you supposed to be somewhere right about now?"

Of course she was. He knew it, and she knew it, too. He barely gave her time to answer before continuing. "To the office. You know where it is."

[opheliaballard]

((HA, I copied it from the last post and forgot to change it))

"OH! Yes I DO my dear Mr. Hornbeam!" Ophelia nearly jumped straight into her bucket of paint, all the excitement she was having. What a lovely time they two had, discussing current events, going over past experiances, laughing about the other students who had graced the sadly-lacking-in-taste room. It was really pure joy, OH the fun they had.

Ophelia immediantly let go of the brush and minded not whether it hit the bucket or centuries old, irreplaceable carpet. For who cared of these trifling things when there were Caretaker's offices to visit?

She began to skip off ahead before stopping and pouting at the man, "Aren't you going to come WITH me?"

[jesse_h]

Jesse looked at the paint stain on the carpet and sighed, casting a quick stain-remover spell before following Ophelia. He already had a bad feeling about this.

"Of course I am. Do you think I would let you into my office unguided?" he said, a touch of sarcasm in his voice. He quickly overtook her and sat down behind his desk, glaring at her. Not too hard, though. Never know how much the kids can take.

[opheliaballard]

The chair squeaked unpleasantly as Ophelia sat down. She grimaced and brushed down her robes.

"Oh I wouldn't DREAM of such an honour, Mr. Hornbeeeeam!" Near squealing, she tilted her head to the side and casually looked over his shoulder. There was one thing to say for the sparsely decorated and/or furnished office, it DID hold interesting items. Mostly discarded jokes items, but who knows what else?!

"So, what will we be discussing today? Weren't the ham sandwiches LOVELY at lunch? I do so like it when they cut the ham JUST SO..." Ophelia continued on about sandwiches and ham for a while, waiting most patiently for the caretaker to cut her off. Polite, she was.