o7 // video
[Whistling "God Rest Ye, Merry Hippogriffs", bits of smashed leaves in his hair, Sirius turns on the video. He's on a roof, flanked by a pile of candy and a cluster of small pumpkins, respectively. Very In the Spirit of The Season, isn't it! And as he talks, he begins to cut into one of the pumpkin with a large knife.]
So! In this time of dressing up and pretending at being other thingers: how does it feel to be an inferior group?
Canadian history is rather dull, all things considered. "Crucial developments" and "canals" and "maple syrup"--and not a goblin war in sight! And then we started in about jolly slavery!
[He gives a particularly vicious slice to the pumpkin. You might notice that blood is dripping out of the cuts that he's making in that poor pumpkin. Real blood, from the look of it, gobs and gobs.]
They were mostly for it, a classroom full of 'em. I think it was the superiority justification that I liked best. Some people are just naturally superior to others. It's natural--especially when those that you're superior to are little better than animals themselves. That's why it's all right, having hunts. We know about that--we're the inferior ones, after all!
[He gestures with the bloody knife, grinning.] Did you know! Universities have Disciplinary Councils? And you can be called up to see 'em for any number of things--for repeatedly causing disturbances, for tying everyone’s shoelaces together, for slamming the door on the way out, for turning the professor’s desk to a horse... Madness!
[And he resumes methodically cutting the pumpkin, completely ignoring the blood streaming out of it. In a lofty voice, with a smirk:] Thought of the Day: Instead of blowing holes in AGI, let's turn all of their desks to horses. You can't possibly get work done on a bloody horse.
Anyway, now I find myself without classes for the remainder of the week, and in need of entertainment. Fortunately, there's plenty to be found. 'Tis the season, and all! [Sirius finishes with the pumpkin--it's got a very nicely-done face, for all that it's gushing blood--and with a satisfied grin, he chucks it. There's a minute of silence, then a thud and an anguished cry from the ground below. With a satisfied laugh, he picks out another pumpkin and starts to carve that one, as well, blood dripping down its side.]
Oi, Jack, mate, that reminds me. I've got something for you to test your ability on, want to give it a go? [He waves a hand full of bandaged fingertips at the camera, grinning.]
So! In this time of dressing up and pretending at being other thingers: how does it feel to be an inferior group?
Canadian history is rather dull, all things considered. "Crucial developments" and "canals" and "maple syrup"--and not a goblin war in sight! And then we started in about jolly slavery!
[He gives a particularly vicious slice to the pumpkin. You might notice that blood is dripping out of the cuts that he's making in that poor pumpkin. Real blood, from the look of it, gobs and gobs.]
They were mostly for it, a classroom full of 'em. I think it was the superiority justification that I liked best. Some people are just naturally superior to others. It's natural--especially when those that you're superior to are little better than animals themselves. That's why it's all right, having hunts. We know about that--we're the inferior ones, after all!
[He gestures with the bloody knife, grinning.] Did you know! Universities have Disciplinary Councils? And you can be called up to see 'em for any number of things--for repeatedly causing disturbances, for tying everyone’s shoelaces together, for slamming the door on the way out, for turning the professor’s desk to a horse... Madness!
[And he resumes methodically cutting the pumpkin, completely ignoring the blood streaming out of it. In a lofty voice, with a smirk:] Thought of the Day: Instead of blowing holes in AGI, let's turn all of their desks to horses. You can't possibly get work done on a bloody horse.
Anyway, now I find myself without classes for the remainder of the week, and in need of entertainment. Fortunately, there's plenty to be found. 'Tis the season, and all! [Sirius finishes with the pumpkin--it's got a very nicely-done face, for all that it's gushing blood--and with a satisfied grin, he chucks it. There's a minute of silence, then a thud and an anguished cry from the ground below. With a satisfied laugh, he picks out another pumpkin and starts to carve that one, as well, blood dripping down its side.]
Oi, Jack, mate, that reminds me. I've got something for you to test your ability on, want to give it a go? [He waves a hand full of bandaged fingertips at the camera, grinning.]