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[opheliaballard]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'The Minister is Elected' / Thursday, November 10th / 3:00 pm
Location: Somewhere about the Dungeons
Open To: A Dexlike being?
Currently Involving: Sweet Ophelia

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[a_thrillkill]

What loomed there, indeed? A Dex-like creature, that's what.

Dex-like creatures were odd and hardly ever set people at ease. For such reasons, people liked to give Dex-like creatures a difficult time. They liked to test him, to tease him, to torture him -- even when he was so very good at all these things himself. But when he tired of it and simply wanted some space, he had certain hiding places that had become favourites. Small alcoves in the dungeons staked out and made slightly more comfortable for his use over time. Their proximity to storerooms was an added bonus, for when he felt like pinching ingredients. Even if they weren't for potions; simply to make Snape angry so that he might take it out on someone else. Like Gryffindors or Hufflepuffs. Or even better, the people who teased him.

So when Ophelia was bumbling about in the dungeons, she happened to bumble right over the sleeping figure of a napping, Dex-like creature. Oh yes. He was curled up against the wall like a cat or a snake or perhaps a small sad puppy, and he yipped like one too when the toe of her shoe caught him in his bony ribs. He ought to have more meat on him, really. But then that would be one less thing for people to tease him about, and what a shame that would be.

"Watch where you bumble!" he snarled, still half-asleep and therefore more prone to outward displays of emotion than was normal. He rubbed his head and his sleepy eyes, shaggy hair all in disarray. And, of course, he smacked his lips and yawned widely. As his eyes came into focus at last, he realised who the culprit was. Ahhhhhhh, Miss Ophelia. His favourite dolly. He licked his teeth, which was a very strange thing to do, but Dex-like creatures were strange beings, indeed.

"Lil' Ophy looking for her dolly?" he crooned gently. "Does she want a playmate? Hmm?" Oh, he was wicked. It might even be his middle name.

[opheliaballard]

People teasing Dex? Pish posh, Ophelia wouldn't have had a clue as to what he meant by that if he'd voiced such nonsense. Why would someone tease such a Dexish thing? What with his aptitude for being slightly irritating and huddling up in dark hallways just asking to get kicked in the ribs and being really too easy and too difficult to bully about.

Ophelia sniffed and made an obvious display of ignoring his last comment. Dirty tricks, bad manners. Bringing up something like that. One day he'd be on a ledge somewhere with only his spindly appendages to help him (and the castle had a lot of ledges). But before that promising day, he would serve as entertainment. He was interesting enough, when he wasn't blathering about DOLLS.

"Dex dearheart, I really think you should stay out of these rocky whatsits," she gestured towards the concave opening in the wall in which he had been sleeping and made a face. "Bad for your health. Don't want to get sickly... er."

She leaned over to pat him on the head, swiping her arm to his hair and away fast enough for him not to lash out and BITE it or something. Who knew with him, terribly uncivilized. Terrible, terrible.