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Week Name/Date/Time: 'The Season Begins' / Wednesday, 30 November / 7:00 PM
Location: Corridor
Open To: ANNNYOONNEEE, because I am NOT desperate. Nope. Not me.
Currently Involving: Dorian
CLOSED!
“Achoo!”
The sneeze sounded more like a scream, as if someone had been on the receiving end of a nasty hex. It was only Dorian, however. A very sick Dorian.
How he had acquired the cold he had no idea. He never usually got sick; he couldn’t even remember the last time. Yet there he was- stumbling down the corridor with an embroidered handkerchief in his hands.
Despite feeling ill, he’d managed to do up his tie and button up a suit. He refused to do his rounds looking like an American farmer, after all, and he had to keep up appearances.
He cringed, hoping he wouldn’t run into anyone. Although he was an admirable, suave, Auror- death eater, he’d hate to have anyone see him like this. He was here to make an impression, to make people join the ranks. Who’d want to risk their lives alongside a bloke looking like he did?
Hopefully rounds would be over soon and he could crawl into bed, though the minutes seemed to pass painfully slow.
Location: Corridor
Open To: ANNNYOONNEEE, because I am NOT desperate. Nope. Not me.
Currently Involving: Dorian
CLOSED!
“Achoo!”
The sneeze sounded more like a scream, as if someone had been on the receiving end of a nasty hex. It was only Dorian, however. A very sick Dorian.
How he had acquired the cold he had no idea. He never usually got sick; he couldn’t even remember the last time. Yet there he was- stumbling down the corridor with an embroidered handkerchief in his hands.
Despite feeling ill, he’d managed to do up his tie and button up a suit. He refused to do his rounds looking like an American farmer, after all, and he had to keep up appearances.
He cringed, hoping he wouldn’t run into anyone. Although he was an admirable, suave, Auror- death eater, he’d hate to have anyone see him like this. He was here to make an impression, to make people join the ranks. Who’d want to risk their lives alongside a bloke looking like he did?
Hopefully rounds would be over soon and he could crawl into bed, though the minutes seemed to pass painfully slow.