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Oct 18, 2005 00:49

Time: Jars of DOOM~, Tuesday, September 15, Mid-Afternoon
Location: Quidditch Pitch, after a late Flying Lesson
Open To: Any

( Why in Merlin's name was he missing a broom?... )

laurence-doyle, malone-ruadhan, cordelia-ashby, andra-owen, patrick-fiddlesticks

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patfiddlesticks October 18 2005, 05:55:49 UTC

"There he is." Patrick hissed, biting his bottom lip as he motioned towards the man. His eyes moved to Andra, giving her an almost worried look. Pat was never good with talking to professors. It was a horrible, horrible nervous habit of his to act like a complete goon in front of them. He was sure that Professor Doyle, who looked incredibly powerful and intimidating, would be no exception to the rule.

With a sigh, he ran his free hand through his hair, other one grasping a rolled up package tightly. "...well, here goes nothing."

laurencedoyle October 18 2005, 05:59:42 UTC

"No worries, love," she replied sweetly, patting him on the shoulder. "Just relax, he's.. well, he's awfully big but still. He looks.. pleasant.." She trailed off, studying the man. He really looked far from pleasant, and growing less-so by the minute ( ... )

patfiddlesticks October 18 2005, 06:04:04 UTC

Oh merlin.

Patrick cleared his throat as the two greeted one another. He was just as he feared -- just a touch on the Not So Pleasant side. Well, more than a touch. A whole bloody damn dollup, he thought.

"Patri--" he started, then cleared his throat again as he noticed that his voice was actually squeaking. "Ravenclaw, Head Boy.", he tried again, voice a bit low.. perhaps lower than even normal. "Patrick Fiddlesticks."

laurencedoyle October 18 2005, 06:07:48 UTC

Andra's brow rose as Pat introduced himself, a smirk threatening to tug at the corner of her mouth. He was trying so hard and really, it was adorable. Between the two of them? They had it made. Andra could easily work her way in with head honchos and professors, and Pat usually had an easier time talking to their fellow classmates.

They'd rule the world. She looked back to Professor Doyle, quickly hiding the amused look on her face. Merlin, was he in a bad mood.

"I don't know that you've met many of the other students, what with being stuck in flying lessons --" she started, but was quickly interrupted.

"I've no need to meet them," he replied simply. "I'm here to watch them, and to orchestrate things upon broom." He stood straighter, looking back to the boy. He certainly was a strange one.

"Head Boy, Head Girl. Colour me surprised."

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