When asked out to dine by a Person of Quality/Mind and observe the most strict puntuality!
WHO: The illustrious Gau Meguro (cakebakenojutsu), the spunky and impeccably dressed Elizabeth Middleford (timefordressup), and YOU! (ie: Anyone who wants to join in~ Raikou, I'd kill to have you here, watching with amusement from the staff tables or something.)
LOCATION: Great Hall now for a limited time only! During/after the dinner hour~
WEEK: er...is it "week 65" now? Or 66? Whenever the current date is meant to be. ^^;; After THIS entry and thread
TIME: Er...dinner?
WHAT: In which an overly brave Griffindor girl attempts to teach Gau how to do the voice charm on his school notebook, and ridiculous pom-pom'd hats and curls serve as landmarks.
RATING: Nothing too epic. Possibly charms backfiring if things get too spectacular. Gau is ridiculously G-rated for the most part. He can't even swear... Will add rating-uppings as needed, if needed. ^^;;
It wasn't just the fact it was pink. Some men could pull off pink, as Gau knew well. It was more the fact that the hat was pink, and had earflaps--the kind with little knitted strings dropping from them, ending in odious puffballs that brought to mind the unfortunate notion that some poor pair of rabbits would be feeling rather drafty from then on.
Currently, this hat, in all its garish affront to fashion, was making a beacon out of skinny, gawky, short Gau Meguro. And for his part, Gau was doing his best not to notice the stares it was drawing with a sort of grim, determined scowling.It helped, having a one-track mind, sometimes--it meant he was too busy, barely touching his dinner, chewing at his knuckle, and scanning the gathered students for a girl in Griffindor's colors with "blond curls", his two notebooks--magical, and mundane--on either side of him like barriers.
He wondered for the fifth time, if Elizabeth had forgotten. He'd camped out in the great hall as early as he could just to be sure out of customary paranoid meticulousness mixed in with some absurd urge to be respectable and make a good first impression. (Unlikely in his choice of headgear, but then again she was a young girl.) He could only wonder, flipping his magical notebook open with a frown to make sure he'd gotten the time and place right for the third time.
LOCATION: Great Hall now for a limited time only! During/after the dinner hour~
WEEK: er...is it "week 65" now? Or 66? Whenever the current date is meant to be. ^^;; After THIS entry and thread
TIME: Er...dinner?
WHAT: In which an overly brave Griffindor girl attempts to teach Gau how to do the voice charm on his school notebook, and ridiculous pom-pom'd hats and curls serve as landmarks.
RATING: Nothing too epic. Possibly charms backfiring if things get too spectacular. Gau is ridiculously G-rated for the most part. He can't even swear... Will add rating-uppings as needed, if needed. ^^;;
It wasn't just the fact it was pink. Some men could pull off pink, as Gau knew well. It was more the fact that the hat was pink, and had earflaps--the kind with little knitted strings dropping from them, ending in odious puffballs that brought to mind the unfortunate notion that some poor pair of rabbits would be feeling rather drafty from then on.
Currently, this hat, in all its garish affront to fashion, was making a beacon out of skinny, gawky, short Gau Meguro. And for his part, Gau was doing his best not to notice the stares it was drawing with a sort of grim, determined scowling.It helped, having a one-track mind, sometimes--it meant he was too busy, barely touching his dinner, chewing at his knuckle, and scanning the gathered students for a girl in Griffindor's colors with "blond curls", his two notebooks--magical, and mundane--on either side of him like barriers.
He wondered for the fifth time, if Elizabeth had forgotten. He'd camped out in the great hall as early as he could just to be sure out of customary paranoid meticulousness mixed in with some absurd urge to be respectable and make a good first impression. (Unlikely in his choice of headgear, but then again she was a young girl.) He could only wonder, flipping his magical notebook open with a frown to make sure he'd gotten the time and place right for the third time.