Stubborn Quills ((open RP))
The decorations had finally been swept up, the cake cleared away and Kurama had at last escaped the birthday celebration inflicted upon him by the house elves. The Great Hall was deserted, save for one man seated at a long table. There were piles of books surrounding him and at least three dictaquills hovered expectantly nearby. Every few moments, the man would raise his head, aim his wand at the quill and mutter a charm. Sometimes the quill sprang to life, scratching on the paper. Most of the time it refused to move.
Giving a frustrated sigh, Methos reached for the beer at his right hand and took a deep drink. He stared at the quills thoughtfully - he had been working on the translation charms for weeks without much luck, but when you’re an immortal at a magical school, you have to find some way to pass the time.
Giving a frustrated sigh, Methos reached for the beer at his right hand and took a deep drink. He stared at the quills thoughtfully - he had been working on the translation charms for weeks without much luck, but when you’re an immortal at a magical school, you have to find some way to pass the time.