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Ravenclaw House - Open RP for all Ravenclaws!

Jan 24, 2006 09:16

What the hell am I doing here? I don't belong in Ravenclaw. Even in school, Ravenclaws would barely talk to me. I'm a Slytherin. Ah, the things I do for pretty girls...Walden stands, uncertain, in the middle of the Ravenclaw common room holding a duffle bag. On his back, three axes, all shiny and sharpened. This is quite possibly the first time in ( Read more... )

sara sidle, walden macnair, rp, stephen maturin, ravenclaw

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csi_sara January 24 2006, 17:19:34 UTC

Hi, Walden!

Come on in. You can um, put your axes in a corner there, by the AV setup. I think the only DVD we've got so far is The Life Aquatic, so if you want something else I'll have to order it. Bar's over here *points to a massive structure on one side of the room*, mostly stocked, but the House Elves are still working on it. As you can see, most of the center of the room is the lab. I, um, I guess I should show you to the boys' dorm, then.

mr_executioner January 24 2006, 20:31:41 UTC

*puts his axes in the corner as he's told*

It's.. different from what I was expecting. *looking around, checking things out - no idea about the lab, nearly failed Potions in school*

csi_sara January 25 2006, 01:26:49 UTC

*Notices Walden looking around, confused*

Um, yeah. You don't really need to worry about the lab so much. But if you're interested, it's where we cut up creatures, mostly. The important thing is, the bar is over here, and you look like you could use a drink. What are you thirsty for?

mr_executioner January 25 2006, 01:54:58 UTC

Yeah. I could use a drink. *drops his bag and heads over to the bar, letting her lead him* Um. Anything, really. *sits down*

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estebanmd January 25 2006, 02:25:50 UTC

Stephen Maturin sat, unobtrusively and possibly unnoticeable, in a shadowed corner, reading a monograph on cycads illuminated by a small enchanted booklight. He had been keeping to himself even more than usual, mortified by his behavior at karaoke. This place was nothing like any institution of higher learning he had ever attended. He longed for the congenial and decorous halls of the Sorbonne, if he could not have the now-accustomed peregrinations of the ocean, themselves having a certain monastic appeal. The classes daunted him, seeming to consist of reciting a few words in dog-Latin and waving a stick at things. He had not felt so out of place somewhere since the long-ago morning at Joselito's coffeehouse just before his second meeting with the man who would become his best friend. In short, the Doctor was feeling out of sorts.

On hearing MacNair's conversation with the prefect, his pale eyes darted a malevolent glance up from the diagrams of cycad reproduction. "And now my copy of The Life Aquatic is to be given to that ( ... )