Open RP in the Hospital Wing
The first charm that House learned since he arrived was, of course, designed to annoy. Sitting on the floor with his back against the wall, facing the entrance of the Hospital Wing, he employed this while bouncing a ball onto the floor, against the opposite wall, and back into his hands. On each bounce, a new sound blared; a lion's roar, a whale's cry, a monkey's hoot. The most recent, a rather obnoxious cow moo, only served to widen his rather gleeful smirk.
If he could, House would be bouncing the noisy ball inside the Wing, but the last time he'd been there he'd promptly been shipped out and restrained with wards tailored to prevent him entering again. It was a pity, but it meant that he could be extra irritating about it. That was his goal, after all.
"Is there a Madame Agnes Nutter in the house?" He hollered.
If he could, House would be bouncing the noisy ball inside the Wing, but the last time he'd been there he'd promptly been shipped out and restrained with wards tailored to prevent him entering again. It was a pity, but it meant that he could be extra irritating about it. That was his goal, after all.
"Is there a Madame Agnes Nutter in the house?" He hollered.