open RP: Wednesday holds office hours. Because it's Wednesday.

[callmewednesday]

It was his day. Why not?

The professor of Ancient Runes stuck a ragged half-sheet of parchment on his office door. It read:

Come on in, the water's fine.

He left the door ajar, to underscore the point. Inside the office, he sat with his Kiss Me, I'm Half-Veela! mug half-full of whiskey, and desultorily leafed through Ted Andersson's thoughts

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[400_years_young]

"The top half or the bottom half?" John asked. He had lived for four centuries, and his jokes had been old the day he had started telling them.

[callmewednesday]

"Why only half?"

Wednesday wasn't letting on whether or not he got the joke, let alone whether he thought it was funny.

[400_years_young]

"Well, your mug only describes you as half," John pointed out. He really didn't care if Wednesday got the joke or not. This was just as good a topic as any. "It doesn't say anything about greater than half, or half due to rounding. So maybe you should be in the market for a more accurate mug."

[callmewednesday]

"My other mug describes me as Chudley Cannons. Therefore, one might deduce that the half of me that is veela is the half that is not Chudley Cannons -- if one defines a man by his coffee mug slogans. Have you ever had the fortune of meeting a veela, by the by?"

Or meeting the Chudley Cannons?

[400_years_young]

"No, I can't say that I have," he said, "but I haven't been here very long." He raised his eyebrows. "Is it something that could be said to be a fortunate encounter?"

[callmewednesday]

"For a man of fortitude, could very well be. As long as you don't make her angry. Then the game's not worth the candle." He pulled the Chudley Cannons mug and the half-full whiskey bottle from his desk drawer. "Where are my manners? Have a drink, Mr. Amsterdam."

Not explaining how he knows the not-quite-mortal's name.

[400_years_young]

John's eyebrow raised at the sound of his name, but he wasn't particularly concerned. His name(s) had been all over the application he'd filled out when he came here. Why wouldn't there have been a copy or two floating around after he left the sorting room?

"Thank you very much, Professor Wednesday," he said. Of course, he'd done his research before he'd dropped in, but knowing the professor's name was no great feat. "I'd really prefer water if you have it, though. I don't drink."