Thank you, sir. I was going to ask you if you had time to help my class [she looks around his new office, noting his expresion and posture and desktop.] But perhaps I should think up something else for my final. You look...harried. Sir.
*A small, skeletal rat scampers into the room and deposits a small, festive bag of chocolates on the Dean's desk, including what appears to be deliciously intricate chocolate christmas trees and, possibly, even a candy bell. The bag is tied with ribbon and there is a small note attached to it that reads:
TO PUT YOU IN A FESTIVE MOOD FOR THE PAGAENT. ENJOY. - DEATH
The rat, gripping his scythe, hops from the desk and scrampers from the room, radiating an aura of annoyed dread, similar to air about actors who feel they are not being used to their potential.*
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TO PUT YOU IN A FESTIVE MOOD FOR THE PAGAENT. ENJOY.
- DEATH
The rat, gripping his scythe, hops from the desk and scrampers from the room, radiating an aura of annoyed dread, similar to air about actors who feel they are not being used to their potential.*
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