Open to all and sundry
Simkin was bored. Very, very bored. This was probably not a good thing, especially since he'd spent the last few months as either a whomping willow, a teapot, or a broom. This meant that he'd exhausted one of his favourite things to do.
The others of course were harassing Joram (sadly, the Dark and Gloomy One was not here), and causing endless amounts of trouble; and Simkin was in the mood to cause trouble for any and all who crossed his path. Being the anthropomorphic personification of Magic had its uses sometimes, especially in a school of magic.
First, perhaps he'd go find the Hat. After all, there had been some talk about the Hats forming a quidditch team. Maybe there were more hats out there now, and they could.
"Perhaps, as the Comtessa de Violet used to say, this place could use some decorating. Or was that the Comtessa de Decoret, who said that this place could use some violating. Never can remember that." He said, in bored tones as he strolled down the hallways, looking for someone, or something to amuse him.
"Yes... violating..."
The others of course were harassing Joram (sadly, the Dark and Gloomy One was not here), and causing endless amounts of trouble; and Simkin was in the mood to cause trouble for any and all who crossed his path. Being the anthropomorphic personification of Magic had its uses sometimes, especially in a school of magic.
First, perhaps he'd go find the Hat. After all, there had been some talk about the Hats forming a quidditch team. Maybe there were more hats out there now, and they could.
"Perhaps, as the Comtessa de Violet used to say, this place could use some decorating. Or was that the Comtessa de Decoret, who said that this place could use some violating. Never can remember that." He said, in bored tones as he strolled down the hallways, looking for someone, or something to amuse him.
"Yes... violating..."