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Week Name/Date/Time: 'Friends In Low Places' / Wednesday, April 5th, 2006 / 2:14 PM
Location: Second Floor Corridor
Open To: Anyone!
Currently Involving: Erik
Erik Valentin Cohen had a brilliant idea, and once he had a brilliant idea he had to follow through. He couldn't say this one was completely original, as he'd done something similar for the YULE BALL of all things, but it was a new twist on an old scheme, which was nothing to be ashamed of in his eyes. Although his professors would probably expect him to be making up assignments from the prior week or studying for his OWLs, Erik believed this was an equally wonderful way to spend his time. After all, it had taken a rather complex amount of charms work to manage the suit of armor he was currently inside. Not only did he have to move in the bloody thing, but he also had to have it weigh less... so as not to crush the air out of his lungs. Very tricky, it was, but he had succeeded once again.
There were several house-elves in the castle. So many, in fact, that Erik couldn't help but assume some one, eventually, would need saving from them. You couldn't have a mob of cleaning-frenzied creatures without some casualties, and Erik would prevent one or two of them if he could. Har.
Erik waited against the corridor wall for his moment.
Location: Second Floor Corridor
Open To: Anyone!
Currently Involving: Erik
Erik Valentin Cohen had a brilliant idea, and once he had a brilliant idea he had to follow through. He couldn't say this one was completely original, as he'd done something similar for the YULE BALL of all things, but it was a new twist on an old scheme, which was nothing to be ashamed of in his eyes. Although his professors would probably expect him to be making up assignments from the prior week or studying for his OWLs, Erik believed this was an equally wonderful way to spend his time. After all, it had taken a rather complex amount of charms work to manage the suit of armor he was currently inside. Not only did he have to move in the bloody thing, but he also had to have it weigh less... so as not to crush the air out of his lungs. Very tricky, it was, but he had succeeded once again.
There were several house-elves in the castle. So many, in fact, that Erik couldn't help but assume some one, eventually, would need saving from them. You couldn't have a mob of cleaning-frenzied creatures without some casualties, and Erik would prevent one or two of them if he could. Har.
Erik waited against the corridor wall for his moment.