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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Yuletide Joy' / Sunday, 11th December, 2005 / 7:45 p.m.
Location: Dungeons
Open To: Tal
Currently Involving: Ullrich
He really did spend far too much time in the dungeons. But it worked out well -- he rarely ran into anyone that wasn't intriguing, and most of the Aurors kept out of the depths of the castle. That one rather large Auror wandered here often, but he'd managed to avoid him for the most part. He seemed as comfortable here as Ullrich felt; perhaps he'd been here longer, or was even an alumni.
Regardless, there he was. Prowling the damp, cool dungeon, he kept his eyes peeled for troublemakers that he could possibly harass. That was always fun. Especially if there were worth the trouble... Hmm, speaking of trouble, he wondered where--
What was this?
Ullrich's brow furrowed deeply, one thin hand reaching up to a small corkboard that held a myriad of announcements. Slytherin Quidditch Practice, Monday Morning; Lost - Scarf with Hand-knit tassels; Offering Ten Galleons for Potion Testing - Contact ...
And someone had scribbled out the name. Hmm. But those were not of interest, no, not at all. What was of interest was this rather ridiculous looking flyer for a Yule Ball. As if there wasn't enough merriment vomitting all over the castle already. He couldn't go anywhere without being yelled at by mistletoe or hearing those blasted Christmas ornaments in the Great Hall humming.
And now they were having a ball?
How juvenile.
Location: Dungeons
Open To: Tal
Currently Involving: Ullrich
He really did spend far too much time in the dungeons. But it worked out well -- he rarely ran into anyone that wasn't intriguing, and most of the Aurors kept out of the depths of the castle. That one rather large Auror wandered here often, but he'd managed to avoid him for the most part. He seemed as comfortable here as Ullrich felt; perhaps he'd been here longer, or was even an alumni.
Regardless, there he was. Prowling the damp, cool dungeon, he kept his eyes peeled for troublemakers that he could possibly harass. That was always fun. Especially if there were worth the trouble... Hmm, speaking of trouble, he wondered where--
What was this?
Ullrich's brow furrowed deeply, one thin hand reaching up to a small corkboard that held a myriad of announcements. Slytherin Quidditch Practice, Monday Morning; Lost - Scarf with Hand-knit tassels; Offering Ten Galleons for Potion Testing - Contact ...
And someone had scribbled out the name. Hmm. But those were not of interest, no, not at all. What was of interest was this rather ridiculous looking flyer for a Yule Ball. As if there wasn't enough merriment vomitting all over the castle already. He couldn't go anywhere without being yelled at by mistletoe or hearing those blasted Christmas ornaments in the Great Hall humming.
And now they were having a ball?
How juvenile.