Cheese and crackers, pumpkin pasties, cauldron cakes, and pies and tarts of at least a dozen varieties were laid out by house-elves along the sides of the Staff Room. And when all the staff had assembled in the chairs provided (a short chair was even provided for the Easter Bunny), Kahnooloo leapt up onto a desk at the front of the classroom and
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Immediately he began to remove his boots, a fresh pair appearing on his feet as fast as he could take them off. Boots for everyone!
When he had several dozen pairs lined up in a neat row, he gazed around affectionately at the assembly. They all looked like Jimmy, even the ones that didn't, and that was good enough for Puf. His pupils spun happily in opposing directions as he began to dance, waving his ponderous tail in time to music that only he could hear (if that). "Hi!" he hollered excitedly.
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"All riiight!" he shouted, clapping his hands and shimmying his hips as he worked his way into the room and over to Puf. "Looks like we've got a par-taaaaay going on here!" As he was dancing like a moron, he noticed the lineup of boots. "Is thiiii~iiiiis some kind of ethnic celebration?" Michael had celebrated Diwali, and everyone had taken off their shoes there.
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Actually, Dax did not believe in any sort of monotheistic god, and if anything, this incident served as proof of said deity’s nonexistence. Across the room she sat, transfixed, mouth agape in sheer horror.
Civil war? Not a problem. Cardassian coup de’tat? Piece of cake. But Michael Scott? All Dax could do was watch. And wait. And perhaps hide underneath the dessert table, if the shock wore off and her legs gained any semblance of motor function. For now, she was just grateful that the man wasn't looking her way.
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Anyway, he'd gotten himself something to eat and was sitting over against a wall, idly eyeing Lily Evans and wondering what new merry havoc he should play with her belongings, when Michael came in. Oh, fantastic. Crowley liked him.
Seeing the look of horror on Dax's face, he grinned and leaned over. "Don't tell me you've never met Michael Scott?"
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Except, wait, curiousity. "How could he be your employer, then? You've decided to drop Astronomy, have you?"
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"Absolutely not. The second I was hired, I attempted to resign from my position with his company. He wouldn't accept. I insisted further, and was promoted. I don't come to work, yet recently received a salary hike. And somehow, he became my TA. His fuzzy, purple fiancée was quite happy about the whole thing." She described the events in a detached tone, as if summarizing a mediocre book, or a sub-par made for tv movie. If only.
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"Maybe," he joked, "I can borrow him for a class on making magical parchment." Unlikely, but he glanced over at her as he said it, wondering if she'd take the bait and hope for it.
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Dax scoffed, and folded her arms across her chest. "You are a cruel, cruel man. I should tell Michael you suggested that, and see if he takes you up on it."
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"Go ahead," he said finally, grinning lazily. "But you don't even want to know what kind of payback I can come up with." He wondered if she'd do it. If she did... well, he figured he could find a use for Michael Scott.
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