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[notquitehiphop]

Week Name/Date/Time: 'Sometimes You Just Can't Win'/ Wednesday, September 20, 2006 / 7:12PM
Location: The way to detention, fourth floor corridor
Open To: Fi
Currently Involving: Grady

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[fifi_fo_fum]

Fi just wanted to feel better about herself

[notquitehiphop]

Grady was relatively happy and content with himself, trying to get over the guilt of giving his god daughter and her motley crue each a detention. That was until he had scolding hot potion being spilled all over him and running down his face and robes.

Looking up at the bloody bastard who'd just spilled this gunk all over him and wiping his eyes clear of the stuff, Grady was not happy. "Miss McFinn," Grady said through gritted teeth. "Where do ye think ye're goin'?"

What was this stuff???? It looked strange and it smelled strange, not to mention Grady didn't feel quite himself now. Ugh. This was horrible. Not only did he feel guilty for giving them all detentions but now he was mad as well.

NOT FUN.

[fifi_fo_fum]

Oh blimey.

She stood there, mouth gaping open and eyes wide. Great, now Lennon was going to get her horse-hips?! Actually, that would be pretty bleedin' awesome... STOP. STOP STOP STOP! Now, Fi wasn't very brushed up on the rules (as knowing them would be pointless - she'd break the majority of them anyway), but she was sure there was something in the books about not mixing and making potions of one's own while nicking various things from Snape's closet. Ohhh, the Potions professor would not be happy. He'd likely even give her... that look.

Obviously her priorities were a bit off. Grady was coated in potions and she was worried about Snape?!

"...TO ME ROOM," she blurted out in reply. Well, he asked, didn't he? "TO PUT THIS UP."

[notquitehiphop]

Grady was pissed. And he was wet and smelled now.

An unamused look spread across his face as he looked up at the young lady. "Detention. Next Monday. 7pm sharp," he said through gritted teeth before stepping aside to let he go where ever she really was going and taking out his wand.

A quick Scourgify and the mess was gone but it hadn't taken the smell with it. Damn it! Grabbing his robes and throwing them to the gound in an angry fit, Grady kicked them. Yes, he was an 'angry elf' as some students would joke.

Shaking his head and muttering curses at Fi under his breath, Grady grabbed his smelly robes and started heading back in the direction of the Astronomy Tower. 'This was just bloody great,' Grady said to himself.