Jumping right into this!

[prfctpotions]

Name(s): Szayel Aporro, anyone that bumps into him.
Location: The front foyer
Week: 48
Time: Morning, just after breakfast.
Rating: ...depends on who replies? *BRICKED*

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[boredwithlies]

Some days, Kyon just wished a walk in the castle meant a walk in the castle. Alas this morning he came across someone he didn't recognize with something that couldn't be called anything less then a humongous pile books, at least, that was one recognizable item among the mess.

He sighed to himself and walked over, bending to pick up the glasses first, so no one stepped on them. "You dropped these."

[prfctpotions]

Such a blunt statement from such a bland human being earned Kyon a glare and a look of utter disgust, and not necessarily in that order. Of course, one of the muggle born filth would find him first, and was touching his glasses.

"A very astute observation, young man," Szayel replied. The loud snap that followed was the sound of all sarcasm detectors in the school breaking at once. "Now kindly put them back on so I can see. And be quick about it!"

[boredwithlies]

Kyon stared at him a moment. Then he shook his head a little and put the glasses back on him. "Here." He stepped back a bit, wondering if he could somehow go back in time and uninvolve himself. He seemed to be attracted to people who wanted to snap at him. He should probably look into that, maybe there was a spell for it.

[prfctpotions]

Szayel let out a faint sound of appreciation as everything came back into focus... before he glared back at the mudblood that had taken his sweet time in putting his glasses back on.

"Your name, boy."

[whoaismyhairout]

Hades had been having a particularly riveting day of organizing the magical history tomes in his office, which was about as complicated and criss-crossed as trying to straighten out a Greek God's family tree, so to say that he was far from his usual sunshine and daisies mood would be a gross understatement.

He rubbed his temples as he strolled down the front foyer, making his way to his dungeons after a the glorious refreshment of a stale coffee break.

Hades paused for a mere second when he saw someone struggling with a massively tall pile of books, a proclamation of 'SHIT' ringing out and a mop of obnoxious pink hair showing up underneath said books as they began to topple down.

Hades kept walking, rolling his eyes, "Looks like your studies don't want to be on top of each other, Haruno."

[prfctpotions]

Szayel growled under his breath as another book toppled down, this one landing squarely on his head. He shot Hades' fuzzy form a glare, fumbling to keep himself from being assaulted by anymore of his prized new books from his travels.

"It's Szayel Aporro, you troll!" he snapped at him, in just as peachy of a mood right now as the flaming professor. "Perhaps you would be so kind as to make yourself useful for once, hm?"

[whoaismyhairout]

Hades halted in a step, the name ringing a bell or two in the noggin, "Aporro, huh?" He said, tapping his chin with an index finger in thought and still absolutely not paying any attention to the fact that the new professor was struggling horribly with his books.

"Catchy name, I gotta say," he turned around, so he was facing the agitated man, "You a new student around here or something?" He blinked, still tapping his chin and being entirely unhelpful, "Naw, too old to be a student...janitor? Gardener? Librarian? I gotta say, you don't look like the cooking type..."

[prfctpotions]

That loud snap? That was Szayel's already strained patience crumbling to dust. He shifted his load about enough so that a hand was free to chuck one of the lesser needed books at the other professor's flaming head.

"¡Morón idiota! ¡Yo soy el Maestro de Pociones de esta escuela!" he snapped at him, accidentally using the wrong language in his rage.

[urpersonaldemon]

In the midst of a rather mundane morning routine, a bothersome stream of complaints floated toward him, only to be followed by a heavy thud. He sighed, turning toward the source of the noise only to see a walking stack of books. It must have been a student or something as equally thick. To be walking through the Hogwarts Halls blindly, with several precious items in tow, was not the smartest of ideas. He moved toward the man, bending down to pick up not only the glasses, but the hefty bag as well. "Here, let me help you with that. You seem to be overcumbered." He smiled faintly, taking several of the items from him and skillfully balancing them in one hand, while with the other he offered back the glasses.

[prfctpotions]

As items were removed from his stack, a rather irritated face was revealed. Szayel looked the fuzzy individual up and down, not pleased.

"The caretaker, correct?" he replied, not bothering to wait for an answer as he snatched his glasses back. "About time you decided to show yourself. Was no one informed of my arrival?"

[urpersonaldemon]

Smirking, Sebastian took a minute to revel in the escalating misery of the other man. It seemed as though this Professor had been expecting an extravagant party for his arrival, or perhaps just a welcoming committee. Cute. "Why yes, I am the Caretaker." He replied, turning 'round. "I am here to baby the students, sir, not the Professors. You are quite capable on your own, yes." He sneered, walking down the hall and toward the man's Classroom. "I am sure that the Headmaster was informed, and nobody else."

[prfctpotions]

Szayel's eyes narrowed at the man's back, not expecting such snark from a mere servant and not pleased by it.

"Good sir," he began, the words coming out with an incredible amount of sarcasm, "I would at least expect a new professor to receive assistance when they first arrive with their belongings."

[spirit_reader]

Maka had been idling in the Great Hall long after her breakfast had been finished. She had gotten rather lost in her reading, and was only jolted out of it when she heard the bells ring.

She was just dashing through the foyer when she spotted the oddest sight one could ever hope to see. So many things for one person. She was going to be late for class at this rate, but surely making sure someone was fine and didn't need assistance wouldn't harm her attendance points--and she could hardly go one without trying to help.

"Um...excuse me? Do you need any help? You seem to have a lot of things there..."

[prfctpotions]

"Such an obvious statement is not exactly welcome, child," Szayel groused from behind his books, trying to shift them about so he could at least see around them. He lowered his gaze to the girl, a rather dispassionate look on his face.

"Well don't just stand there," he replied. "Recover my glasses!"

[spirit_reader]

Maka gaped, stared, and then frowned. Really! How could someone be so rude? She had only been trying to offer a kind hand, and to be given a demand like that.

"You could be nicer about asking!" She huffed, even as she searched for the missing glasses. They weren't hard to find, they had scattered only a few scant feet away. "Here. They were right down the hall."

[prfctpotions]

Rude was an understatement, but Szayel did not bother to comment as he shifted his belongings enough so he could balance them on one hand. He snatched his precious glasses away, plopping them back in their appropriate spot. Ah, much better...