Open RP: Troll in the dungeon, Grinch in the Hospital Wing
Christmas was in the air, and no one was unhappier about it than Dr. Cox. Presents. Mistletoe. Wreaths. Why the hell did this crap have to go on every year? That was what he wanted to know. God forbid someone try to sing carols at him again. The next person who tried singing was getting his entire stockpile of candy canes right up their ass.
This year, he decided, he was waging war. Christmas (and, just to be equal opportunity, Hanukkah and Kwanzaa and Solstice and whatever other nutty holidays people could come up with to annoy him) was banned from the Hospital Wing from now on.
U~~~nfortunately, since Agnes was still nominally in charge of things, he couldn't actually officially do anything. So he had to take a more... roundabout approach.
"OH-kay!" he roared down the Wing, holding up a floral arrangement. "Now just who in the hell put this here?" He rounded on a retreating House Elf and threw the flowers after them. "It was you, wasn't it, Wrinkleface? Go on, get outta here, ya rat bastard!"
((Open to everyone -- if you need a trip to the Wing, want to join in the anti-Christmas spirit, or just want to get Cox-mauled a little, feel free!))
This year, he decided, he was waging war. Christmas (and, just to be equal opportunity, Hanukkah and Kwanzaa and Solstice and whatever other nutty holidays people could come up with to annoy him) was banned from the Hospital Wing from now on.
U~~~nfortunately, since Agnes was still nominally in charge of things, he couldn't actually officially do anything. So he had to take a more... roundabout approach.
"OH-kay!" he roared down the Wing, holding up a floral arrangement. "Now just who in the hell put this here?" He rounded on a retreating House Elf and threw the flowers after them. "It was you, wasn't it, Wrinkleface? Go on, get outta here, ya rat bastard!"
((Open to everyone -- if you need a trip to the Wing, want to join in the anti-Christmas spirit, or just want to get Cox-mauled a little, feel free!))