Ryuuji is NOT a happy camper.
Okay. Owls. He had owls to write, people to correct, LOTS and LOTS of mouthwash to use and probably really should set up some kind of committee to investigate who the hell had been responsible for all of yesterday's mayhem. But see, personal vengeance came first, and writing a Howler to Crowley could wait until later. First he'd work his way through his 'clients'.
And since Alucard's name began with an A, and Ryuuji was taking this in alphabetical order, he ended up waiting outside Alucard's room, glad of his staff/Prefect status since it gave him access to the other House common room. A small sack of Galleons jingling on his palm, dressed in his standard mesh top and black leather trousers, Ryuuji was clearly not in the best moods, as evidenced by the pout that curved his lips, no matter how hard he tried to get rid of it, and the way that he kept needing to shift, frustration adding to his normal hyperactivity.
Reaching up with one hand, he knocked on Alucard's door, three times in rapid succession, swift and sure, then waited for the vampire to open the door so that Ryuuji could explain the whole mess to him.
And since Alucard's name began with an A, and Ryuuji was taking this in alphabetical order, he ended up waiting outside Alucard's room, glad of his staff/Prefect status since it gave him access to the other House common room. A small sack of Galleons jingling on his palm, dressed in his standard mesh top and black leather trousers, Ryuuji was clearly not in the best moods, as evidenced by the pout that curved his lips, no matter how hard he tried to get rid of it, and the way that he kept needing to shift, frustration adding to his normal hyperactivity.
Reaching up with one hand, he knocked on Alucard's door, three times in rapid succession, swift and sure, then waited for the vampire to open the door so that Ryuuji could explain the whole mess to him.