Attired in standard faculty robes, Stephen Maturin stands behind a long table at the head of the potions classroom, waiting for the class to come to order. He is in no great hurry, but when one or two conversations trickle over into the silence that otherwise falls over the room, he gives the assembled students a look that raises a "shhh" from the
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While waiting for the others to show up, he noticed Miss Daae sitting alone, and smiled at her from across the room. Would that she were in his group as well - but then, you couldn't have everything.
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"Hello Captain Aubrey, how are you today?" she asked and then lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "Perhaps glad Potions isn't done in song?" Really, it would only be to a close friend of Stephen's she would dare mention such a thing but she needed someone to share her amusement and fondness for the karaoke display the other night.
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Strolling in a few minutes before class started, Michael immediately spotted Jack and walked over to him, sitting down in the chair next to him. "Heeeeeeeyyyy, Jack-O! Jackie Chan!" He might have been interrupting a conversation, but even if he had known this, it was unlikely that he would have cared. "Aaaa~aaaaand who do we have here? Uh-oh, careful, there just miiiiii~iiiiight be a catfight, because you're waaaaaaay cuter than Pam, and I ( ... )
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"And good day to you, Miss Williams," he added, bowing as best he could while sitting at a desk. "I'm doing well, thankee." He added in a lowered voice, "Do not fear that Stephen shall sing - he did not sing in the last class, thank God."
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Sketching a short bow to Sarah, he smiled warmly at her. "Ah, my lovely Sarah. It is, indeed, a pleasure to see you again." Turing to Jack, Robin clapped the man on the back and gave him a hearty grin. "And my dear Captain Aubrey! It has been too long!" Then, finally, Robin turned to Michael and held out his hand. "As to you, sir, I'm afraid I haven't had the honor of your acquaintance yet. I am Robin Goodfellow, at your service."
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"It's good to see you again, Mr. Goodfellow," she said cheerfully, trying to politely divert the man from continuing along what was likely normal behavior for him. 'My lovely Sarah' did not make her all that pleased when coming from someone she barely knew and she knew she would not be the only one displeased if it continued. Of course, that was nothing compared to the other man who had just called her cute quite loudly. But, obnoxious people she could deal with and she would deal with this man if she hoped to be able to work in class today.
"I'm assuming you are Mr. Scott?" she asked, looking Michael over with a careful smile. "I don't know Pam, of course, but I can say in a catfight, I would win." She ( ... )
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After an awkward silence, he turned back to Robin. "Sooooo~oooo, by 'at my service,' you mean...what, now?" Oh God, was he another gay? How many gay people were at this school, anyway? Not that this was a bad thing, because Michael loved the gays! After all, if he were gay, he would be the most flamboyant gay of them all! But the thought of Robin servicing him - BLECCCCCCCHHHHHHHHHH! How the heck do guys do that to each other?
Sliding his hand quickly away from Robin, Michael then turned to Sarah. "I am indeed, MIchael Scott...at your service!" He gave her a small bow. What, double standards, any? "Oh, I know you could kick Pam's ass. And that...is AWEsome! And ( ... )
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Turning to Robin, he exclaimed, "Good day to you, Mr. Goodfellow! It is splendid to see you again - I have not seen you since your Sorting. How goes it with you, sir?"
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And so, when Michael continued to go on about 'catfights', the Puck's smile became a bit forced. Hell, the Puck had been present at the first instance of a girl fighting a girl and men watching for sexual pleasure. (He may have instigated it, but Robin would swear up and down that they really had been identical twins in every way. Not his fault, really!) And, really, though he'd deny it to his (hopefully proverbial!) grave, the Puck had a wide protective streak when it came to those he considered friends ( ... )
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After a moment's thought, however, his expression fell slightly. "Buuuuuuuut we're on a break right now." Well, it's not really a break if there was never a relationship to begin with. But Michael refused to acknowledge that part to himself.
"Aaaaaaaand this is my first class in Potions, but noooooot in management, leadership, public speaking, or improv comedy." Michael looked around again, just dying for someone to ( ... )
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Used to delegating duties, he added, "I shall take the bark off the mandrake root and shred it. Mr. Scott, will you be so kind as to grate the nutmeg? Mr. Goodfellow - if you would powder and infuse the mandrake root when I am done with it, that would be excellent. And Miss Williams, perhaps you could begin mixing up the slippery elm." He took up a paring knife which had been conveniently supplied, and began diligently stripping bark off the chunks of mandrake root.
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"So, never taken a class in wit or discretion, then?" he asked Michael mildly. It was a pity - this man was barely even worth insulting.
Grinning at Sarah, he watched the charmed frog hop away. "Who are we passing notes to?" he murmured, eyes twinkling.
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The note reads:
Define 'better'. If it means 'I want to pound my head up against a wall', then yes! I'm having a brilliant time!
Seriously, mate, how hard do you think it would be to turn ourselves invisible through sheer force of will and leave early? Or, barring that, turn people into toads... Do you reckon that would get us detention? :p
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"An accomplice in crime," she murmured back as she picked up the slippery elm, amused at being caught in her note passing. At least the note had been to Lily and not shamelessly to Stephen. Not that she wasn't tempted to attempt such a note when class neared the end, but not right now.
The tap at her foot shortly after, as she was setting to work on the elm, made her look down and grin. Picking up the snake, she unfolded it, read it, and then quickly sent another frog to Lily before resuming her work, this one with the following:
Okay, I'm not quite to head-pounding yet, just wishing I could trade one of the clowns (not evil, just a clown) in my group for you because he is seriously abrasive. What's going on with you that's ( ... )
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