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Try not to bother the professors and staff too much*. They need to eat as well!

 

 

*Bother them all you want. In fact, I encourage it!

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Mr Guiterman

Bernard was being such a baby about this whole thing. Arnold didn't know why he was overreacting to a little thing like having to take a refresher course. It wasn't as if it was a smear on his reputation, everyone knew the History of Magic Professor was an apt magician. It was a matter of book work. The correct papers had to be filled out and filed for things. Arnold Guiterman was a stickler for correct paperwork. The truth of the matter was that Bernard Oswald had never finished completing his apparition paperwork years ago and shouldn't have been given a license to apparate.

 

His one time friend and bowling companion wanted him to just "take care of it" . That just wasn't the way things were handled at the Ministy, especially in Arnold Guiterman's department. He wasn't about to sign off on some apparition papers for a student that had never been in his class. He couldn't even imagine doing something like that. All Bernard would have to do was sit through one of his Apparition classes and then he could sign things off allowing the professor to apparate once more.

 

Bernard hadn't taken the news well at all. What he thought of as an easy solution to the whole problem hadn't suited the History of Magic professor at all. Arnold shook his head as he walked from the front gates to the entrance hall of the school. He was sure his friend had had plenty of time to cool off and would now see reason.

 

Arnold looked into the staff room and in Professor Oswald's office without any luck. He then made his way to the Great Hall for lunch and found Bernard was already there. "There you are." he stated the obvious as he sat down at the staff table. "I have things all arranged to get that little mess straightened out. I've reserved room for you in the first class I'll be teaching here at Hogwarts. " he informed the professor. He thought the classes at the school were the perfect solution. Bernard wouldn't even have to leave the building. He often attended the classes to help with splinched students anyway.

Edited by Mr Guiterman

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Professor Oswald

"Here I am." Bernard agreed, repeating the obvious statement and eyeing his friend warily over his bowl of steaming soup. Arnold had obviously been looking for him. Perhaps the man had come around to see reason and was ready to get that little apparition issue straightened out for him? Obviously Bernard Oswald did not need to take a refresher course to re-learn how to apparate. The suggestion was ridiculous. Guiterman had seen him apparate numerous times and could certainly vouch that he was adequate and qualified. It was just a bit of paperwork. It was good that Arnold was being reasonable now.

 

Wait ... reserved room ... class ... what? No! Bernard exploded. "I TOLD YOU I wasn't going to be attending any completely unneccessary apparition courses! That's HIPPOGRYFF DUNG! I help with those lessons! Those are MY STUDENTS! Did you know I had to ride the SCHOOL TRAIN to get here? THIS IS ABSOLUTELY RIDICULOUS!" he banged his hand down hard on the wooden table, causing all the nearby silverware to rattle.

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Syona Lunez

It was that time of day again, where classes took a break and kids of all ages came flocking in hordes. Syona wiggled through the crowd to her usual seat not so far off from the staff table, as that was the best spot to hear possible events or news that the Professors tried to keep on the down low. As if that ever worked. She swirled around in her seat at the raised voices and loud thump of hand meeting hard wood. There was nothing she could do but stare as the silverware jumped and beer pumpkin juice sloshed against the cup walls trying to escape its doomed confinement.

 

Really Professor? Hippogryff dung??

 

Looks like eavesdropping wasn't paying off this time. The new prefect glanced disapprovingly up at the staff table, then back to her once delectable smelling gravy covered lumps of meat and the tantalizing peppermint brownie platter she held in her hand. And with a heavy sigh, rewrapped her silverware back into the napkin. On second thought, she no longer felt like eating lunch.

Edited by Syona Lunez

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Professor Ripley

"So I said that she--" Cain continued his story, leaning in close to Professor Sheffield so that their their conversation wouldn't be overheard by some of the other Professors at the Staff Table (not that it mattered when it came to Professor Ferne, who glared at him all of the time regardless, with that squinty little look that said she didn't trust him at all).

 

They were hushed when the Headmaster stood up to give his Welcoming Speech and Cain's story was left unfinished (boo). He didn't usually pay much attention to the speech or the names of people that were starting, but after the departure of Professor Willoughby the previous year, he knew he was going to be getting a new co-Professor. He had no idea who it was going to be, at all. The first name to be announced was a shock, and he actually sat forwards in his seat to peer down the table at Wollice. It couldn't be...

 

It was.

 

He grinned. Maybe this year wouldn't be as bad as Sheffield had been ominously telling him it would be. He knew Wilona from his time as a Curse-Breaker, and he made a mental note to arrange some sort of meeting with her later. He reached for his goblet of pumpkin juice and had just taken a moutful when the name of his Transfiguration co-professor was announced.

 

He spat the pumpkin juice out over an unfortunate first year at the end of the table in front of him.

 

"Did he just say Bartlett?" he croaked to Sheffield.

Edited by Professor Ripley

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Professor Bartlett-Ripley

Quin had known for a few months, since the beginning of the summer, that she was taking Willoughby's place in the Transfiguration department. The promotion(Hello, payraise and teaching benefits!) was well recieved by her, initially. She threw herself a mini party in her apartment with champagne and some sort of fancy, french dessert. Quin knew that once she got back to school, her party was over and the happy moment would be snuffed out like a candle flame in the breeze.

 

She was seated at the staff table, mumbling something about her recent shopping trip to Professor Konan. Seconds later, the entire room went quiet as the Headmaster stood to give his annual speech. Quin lifted her glass to take a drink, smiling faintly and letting the moment last as long as she could. She knew as soon as he found out...

 

"And Professor Bartlett will be teaching Transfiguration,"

 

Surprise? In the silence of the hall, Quin heard the sound of someone spitting their drink out and winced, she turned to see the pained look on Ripley's face. Her face flushed brightly with embarrassment and she tried her best to look away and pretend like nothing happened. She seemed suddenly interested in Konan's shoes, "Where did you get those?"

 

Here we go again, she sighed.

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Professor Konan

Alice twirled her finger around in a circle and let the spoon follow in circular motion around the tea cup. She leaned on one arm and nodded along to Barlett's recent extravagant shopping spree, slightly wishing she had thought about going on such an event before returning to school. She had met Quin the year before when they both started at the school, and with them both being young, and awesome, and "hip", as youngsters called it, the pair connected almost immediately. "Oh, I'm so jealous! I can never find jewelry that isn't cursed, for some odd reason---"

 

The staff shushed as the Headmaster rose to his feet and gave his welcoming speech. Alice took up her filled wooden goblet and rose it to toast off the new year. Of course, she knew that Quin was being promoted to Transfigurations and she couldn't be happier about it. Quin deserved it. Konan smiled wide, her eyes scanning the new faces in the crowd. Just as the Headmaster announced Quin's promotion, an awkward projectile of drinks occurred and half the staff turned their head to look at Riply.

 

Konan always suspected that Riply had a problem with drinking, but had assumed it was on the amount the professor could consume in one sitting, not vice versa, and she was sure the poor first year wouldn't be sitting near the staff table again. Pity. It was the party table.

 

Alice suddenly became aware that Quin was looking down at her shoes and was commenting about them. The blonde followed suit and looked at her pink, worn sneakers poking out from under her hem. "Errr...from under my bed."

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Angela Crenshaw

This is a continuation from here

 

Angela had been having a nice meal before the whole fiasco happened with Nicholas' hair. Nevermind he thought her ex-boyfriend was to blame, it was pretty devestating to her friend who had always been very particular about his hair. She had become the brains once he found out of his hair and had been trying to find a solution herself. She didn't want to accidentally scalp him so she decided a teacher would know best in this situation and led him to the staff table.

 

"Come on," Angela urged Nicholas moving slowly behind him. Sure he was embarrassed by his bright red/orange hair that was normally a soft blonde, but he wasn't helping his situation by walking slowly in the great hall, increasing the time people had to stare at his hair. Finally Angela ended up gently grabbing his arm and pulling him up to the staff table.

 

Her eyes flicked between the professors. Some of them were quite intimidating. Those professors she only endured during classes and then scurried out as quickly as possible. Others, not so much with big globs of food stuffing their faces. Somehow even the intimidating teachers didn't seem so bad in a normal setting like eating a meal instead of teaching a classroom.

 

She decided a charms teacher would work best seeing as some sort of charm was to blame for his hair, although what kind of charm she wasn't sure. She only had McAmis for charms before, but her eyes fell onto Professor Sheffield first and thought it was fitting since he was head of Slytherin house, Nicholas being a Slytherin as well. "Go ask him," she nudged Nicholas lightly in the right direction. After all, she was just here for moral support, like to catch him if he fainted from something worse happened to his hair, but hopefully Professor Sheffield knew what he was doing.

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Nicholas Silversmith

Nicholas was dragging his feet. This was horrible. How could this have happened. He really didn't know how but he had his suspicions. Angela had denied that his allegations were not founded in truth and that he needed to think of something different to explain what had happened to his hair. Nicholas was determined to blame Lombard for what had happened though. He'd refrain from doing so around Angela for her sake though.

 

When Nicholas felt a hand on his arm he looked and found Angela putting her hand on his arm to pull him along faster. Okay so he was attracting more attention than he wanted but really? Did they have to go up to the staff table? They couldn't go to a professor's office? At least that was private. What if the professor messed up his hair worse? Nicholas could not even think about how he would survive the next four years if something worse happened to him.

 

Then he was being nudged to go asked Sheffield. Sheffield?! Really? She picked his Head of House? She couldn't have picked someone that he didn't have to interact with regularly? Nicholas shot her a look before stepping up to the table in front of Professor Sheffield and waited a moment for the Charms professor to see him. After a moment or two Nicholas cleared his throat to get Sheffield's attention. "Excuse me, sir?"

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Oscar Sheffield

It took Professor Sheffield a while to get going in the mornings, but from the onset he usually had to deal with a number of odd requests and bothersome colleagues. With Madam VonHaus on his right, he was engrossed in a highly in depth discussion about whether or not it was legal to perform dangerous medical procedures on healthy students in class for the sake of education. Meanwhile, Professor Ripley was slowly summoning greasy sausages onto Professor Sheffield’s plate in an effort to undo his most recent healthy-eating and exercise regime. Either Cain didn’t want Oscar to be thinner than him, or the Transfiguration Professor just like him a little tubbier. There was more to love.

 

Often students came to him for help when things went wrong, and this morning was no different. Upon hearing an individual nearby clear his throat, Sheffield paused his conversation with his colleague, frowning slightly as a sausage continued its roll onto his plate, performing a rather provocative wiggle, as much as any sausage can, and glanced to the boy...

 

... whose hair could not be within the dress code.

 

Resisting the urge to laugh, Oscar pressed his mouth into a thin, frowning line and elbowed Professor Ripley sat next to him, who had been giggling into his pumpkin juice about how nothing like this ever happened in his House.

 

“Yes?” He paused for a moment, forcing himself to keep a straight face, before asking, “You’re not a Weasley, are you?” He couldn’t remember any Weasleys of the boy’s age in his House, unless ginger was now catching (Merlin forbid), and were that the case, it was a rather alarming shade to be stricken with, unless he had done it himself (but why would anyone do such a thing to themselves?). Either way, Oscar would not get too close.

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Angela Crenshaw

Poor Nicholas...

 

That's all Angela could think as he walked up to the staff table. She knew how incredibly embarrassing this must be for him. He was very brave to, in a public place, walk up and ask someone for help. Well, she doubted he would if she wasn't there with him. They were best friends, she knew the ins and outs of Nicholas' personality by now. Or at least enough to know how he'd react when something bad happened to his hair. Although it hasn't happened to the extreme like today, she knew the general idea of the outcome. Not good.

 

He was doing so good though! He even got the attention of his head of house like Angela had prompted him to. If she had to pick someone to go to it would be her head of house. Gawkrodger. Or....on second thought....maybe she wouldn't. Ah well, too late for second guessing now!

 

She noticed a professor giggling into his pumpkin juice, which promptly detered Nicholas from continuing, but only slightly. At least Sheffield hadn't laughed.....yet. He joked around slightly and Nicholas looked back at her. She nodded her encouragement. She wasn't going to speak for him, but she could give him the confidence to ignore the giggling professor and ask for help. Even if he didn't, his problem was pretty obvious.

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Nicholas Silversmith

Nicholas was not thrill at all by the looks he was receiving from the professors. It was bad enough to get laughed at by his peers but for the professors to do it too? This was just horrible. He should have just waited outside of Sheffield's office or something. At least then the other professor's wouldn't be trying to hid their laughter in their food or drink.

 

Nicholas looked back at Angela, pleading for them to go somewhere else but all she did was encourage him to go forward. Great no hope for a great retreat there. He looked back at Sheffield with a frown on his face. Had he just asked if he was a Weasley? No offense to the Headmaster's family and all but ummm no....

 

Aside from the annoyed looked, Nicholas forced himself to remain in control of his temper. No need to lose house points while up here. "No sir, I'm not," he responded, his tone showing some of the annoyance that was on his face. "You see sir, I'm not sure exactly what happened but somehow or another my hair has been...well look at it," he insisted, desperation creeping into his voice. He really did want his hair back to normal. "I was hoping that you could fix it so I didn't have to spend all day in the hospital wing waiting on someone there."

 

Merlin this was killing him! He really hated asking for help. Especially from the professors. Plus he was up here in front of the entire hall? Yeah the whole school was definitely going to know about this even if Nicholas didn't want them to. What a disaster!

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Oscar Sheffield

Stabbing one errant sausage with his fork as it slithered across the table, Professor Sheffield elbowed his colleague and gave the student before him a grim look. So the boy was not a Weasley; that was a relief. The majority of Weasleys he’d known had a penchant for getting themselves in compromising situations with other students of his own House – he didn’t know if he could go through that again.

 

“You could always try a hat,” he suggested, only he did not think that would go down too well with the boy who looked quite desperate and he didn’t need any water-works this early in the morning. “Oh, all right, hold still,” he said, fishing his wand from his sleeve and pointing it in the boy’s direction. With a silent Colour Change Charm, he switched the boy’s hair to a rather fetching grass-colour and asked, “It was green before, right?”

 

He grinned, quite taken by the bright colour and smiling at the boy’s friend, as if asking her to agree. “Fine,” he sighed, muttering, “Acoulouris,” and changing the boy’s hair to a light blond which was similar (though perhaps a tad lighter) to the shade he remembered Nicholas having – he did know most of the students of his House, if mainly by sight, until they caused him trouble. “Now, don’t do it again or hope that next time it’s hat-weather. Off you go.”

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Aurora Braelin-VonHaus

"Don't be ridiculous, Oscar," Madam VonHaus murmured to the charms Professor sitting next to her. "The healthy ones have a better chance of survival. Which is neither here, nor there, because it's completely unethical, not to mention illegal." And, it totally wasn't appropriate to be discussing at the head table with a bunch of prying ears. She knew how the students operated, wanting to learn the next big secret in order to be the gossip king or queen. The last thing she wanted was for rumors to go around saying she experimented on the students. Oh, the nightmare.

 

She focused on her eggs and bacon between words with Oscar, but their conversation was interrupted by a boy with flaming red hair that didn't suit him. She grabbed her goblet of orange juice and hid her mouth behind it, because she was cracking a grin and struggling to hold in her laughter - even more so at Ripley's quiet jab at Sheffield which she could appreciate, because she was also from Ravenclaw house.

 

"I was hoping that you could fix it so I didn't have to spend all day in the hospital wing waiting on someone there."

 

"I'm right here," she said to the young boy, "and the Wing is in far better hands this year than it was last, believe you me." Still, Sheffield was going to fix it for the boy. Aurora might have made him wait, just for that little comment. After all, his life wasn't in danger.

 

When she looked up again at the boy after stabbing her fork into some eggs, she let out a burst of laughter and covered her mouth with her other hand. "You're horrible," she teased Sheffield. She was holding in her laughter so much, it was painful. When the boy's hair was fixed, she swatted Sheffield on the arm. "I might be willing to concede to dangerous experiments on him," she murmured and went back to her food.

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Angela Crenshaw

Angela was quite proud of Nicholas for 1) not losing it when the professor laughed at him and 2) for actually asking for help. Stubbornness seemed to be a common factor in their group of friends, especially when it came to something so beloved, like Nicholas' hair. But at least it was getting fixed. What teacher would deny a student help? Oh....maybe that healer that Nicholas had just offhandedly insulted. Though she wouldn't have blamed her...

 

Whoops?

 

Angela cringed for Nicholas' not so smooth move. Maybe that's why Professor Sheffield teased him a bit with the hat joke? Or maybe he was being serious? Judging by the looks on their faces though, he thankfully agreed to help. Or maybe it was unlucky he agreed to help? Angela audibly gasped when the hair turned a grass-green color. Nicholas looked back at her and she just covered her mouth, eyes wide at her friends green hair.

 

Do not laugh, she told herself firmly....but she really really wanted to. A sort of twisted smile appeared behind her hands on her lips, and would have laughed out loud, had it not been for the embarrassed expression on Nicholas' face. Why oh why did she care so much about that boy's feelings?

 

She shook her head slightly at the professor when he was looking for her to agree, although she couldn't COMPLETELY hide her grin. She tried really hard. Thankfully this time, the professor turned his hair back to normal. "Thank you professor," Angela quipped jogging up to Nikki and pulling on his arm before he could demand anything else. "We'll just be going now." She pulled him away from the staff table and directed him away from any shiny surface. "It's fine," she told him quickly. She couldn't avoid it forever. "Only....well," she stalled. "It's just that it's a tiny bit lighter than it was before. But it actually looks really good! Honestly, I don't think anyone would be able to tell the difference." Only....they would. Would Nicholas freak out as he had before? Or was he okay with his hair a tiny bit lighter? "At least it's not green anymore?" she offered weakly.

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Nicholas Silversmith

Nicholas waited, bouncing a bit on the balls of his feet. He was anxious. It made it very hard to stand still as he waited for his Head of House to do what it was he was going to do to fix his hair. Of course it wasn't long before the head of Slytherin suggested a hat. Nicholas scowled at him and shook his head. It was bad enough he was standing up here for all to see, couldn't he just fix his hair so Nicholas could go hide somewhere for a while?

 

The question about his hair being green before had Nicholas' pallor going slightly white. He'd changed his hair to green!? Nicholas looked back at Angela a bit desperately to see her hiding a smile and shaking her head at the professor. Well at least she hadn't agreed with him but Nicholas turned back to Sheffield and shook his head. "No sir." It was so hard not to be rude to the adult in front of him.

 

It was then that the woman--the mediwitch--spoke up. Nicholas' face fell further as she said she was right there and that the hospital wing was in better hands than it had been in the past. "Sorry. Haven't been there in a while so I didn't know," Nicholas said attempting to remedy the situation he'd caused with the mediwitch. He was going to have to make a note not to go to the wing for a while. Though he was sure he'd still be remembered thanks to his hair.

 

Finally Professor Sheffield changed Nicholas' hair back to normal. He was sure that it looked great now that it was back to it original blonde color. Though for some reason before he could thank his Head of House Angela was pulling him away thanking the professor for him. What was this?

 

"What?" Nicholas asked, the irritation about his hair showing in his voice. She was making him anxious pulling him away like that. Wasn't his hair back to normal? Lighter? Nicholas grabbed a silver plate and held it up to look. His shoulders slumped and he sighed. "I suppose," he told Angela. He really was not happy about this but he wasn't about to go back up to the Staff Table and demand it get righted. And obviously the hospital wing was out of the question.

 

Angela mentioning that no one would be able to tell the difference had him frowning at her. "I'm sure they will and I can bet Harlem's going to be the first to say something," Nicholas said shaking his head. "I think I'm going to head to the chamber and get rid of some of this irritation. Care to join?" Nicholas asked. He was already walking in that direction. Angela was either going to follow or she wasn't. It really was up to her.

 

COMPLETE

 

Thanks Professor and Madam VonHaus <3333

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Mesha Klove

Mesha glared in the direction of the evil Professor Sheffield from her spot at the Slytherin table. She was still so mad at him for the dirty and dangerous position that he had put her and the rest of Slytherin in on her very first night at Hogwarts and had she a present just for him. Folded up in a pleasant little package of toilet roll sat a clump of mud she had pulled out of her hair, a sticky ball of cobwebs she’d picked off her kneecaps, a few dried leaves probably covered with some animal dung and a twig broken in half. Taking the folded up gift from her rucksack, Mesha took a deep breath and marched up to the Professors table.

 

Adult or not, he couldn’t get away with it, especially after how upset she’d seen Professor Pipkins.

 

“Hey, Professor Sheffield I’ve got a lil’ present for ya.” She said dryly and she stepped courageously up to the older man and tossed the napkin towards him. “Just thought I’d share some of the… treasures I found after you sent us all into the forest the other night without anyone knowing?” She offered a fake smile and glanced to the other staff at the table before looking back at Sheffield. She could feel her knees wobbling and her heart beating right through her ribs, but she didn’t even care.

 

With that she turned around and walked off quickly trying to escape getting in trouble.

Edited by Mesha Klove

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Emory Kettleburn

VH29

 

The grandest part of their plan was hitting the staff table as well. He met eyes with his best friend making sure he was ready as well.

 

This was turning out to be a big success so far, in his book. They were getting away with it so far. No one had come in here and asked them what on earth they were doing.

 

Emory dashed up towards the staff table then ready to do one half of it with the sticky magical glue stuff.

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Tarquin Pomfrey-Corner

Emory came and Tarquin grinned at him. This was the final stage so they had to make it perfect. This was going to wrap the whole prank up into a nice, neat little bow. He nodded at they began. Tarquin started dumping the glue out onto the floor under the seats and went as quickly as he could. They had to finish before anyone got there. They had timed things perfectly so far but who knew how long they had been in there? It felt like it had only been a few minutes but it could have been longer. They were too preoccupied setting up to notice time. They finished before anyone came, though, and slipped to the back of the hall so that they could “enter” with everyone else and take their seats.

 

The house tables have magical, invisibly super-sticky glue under them so feet are getting stuck! Most minor spells won't get rid of it and will actually make it stickier! Feel free to react in the house table thread, the linked thread, or one of your own! Link is here!

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Cole Maesson

Thursday, November 6th, 2031

 

Cole sat at the table and pulled a box of bran towards his person. The milk was near that new guy...Carter or whatever. That name sounded familiar.

 

It was too early in the morning to talk/ask to pass the jug down, so he ate the cereal dry.

 

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Chance Carter

Thursday, November 6th, 2031

 

I copied and pasted your post because I didn't want to format my own.

 

Chance wasn't impressed at all by the breakfast Hogwarts had to offer, but he enjoyed lording over the milk so his fellows had to chew on their cereal like cows chewing their cud. He felt a little bit like passing the milk to that sparkly one though.

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Cole Maesson

STILL Thursday, November 6th, 2031

 

Merlin flacking hell, Cole thought. He would have voiced this displeasure out loud but that would have involved spewing partially soggy chunks of bran across the table. At least that would be better than choking the dry bricks of terribleness down his gullet.

 

He looked woefully at the milk, still out of reach.

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Chance Carter

STILL Thursday, November 6th, 2031

 

Chance usually enjoyed watching people suffer, mostly causing people to suffer, but not in this way. That Professor looked like a baby gazelle choking on tree bark or something equally dissatisfying. Fine, I'll do it, he told the other man telepathically, inching the milk towards him. But not with a smile on my face. It's true, he wasn't smiling.

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Cole Maesson

Thursday, November 6th, 2031

 

Cole accepted the milk with a slight, thankful nod of his head before unceremoniously dumping it into his mouth and swallowing the load with a gulp. Ahh, that was better.

 

 

 

Monday, November 10th, 2031

One would think Cole would have learned to not imbibe so much on a ~school night~ but how about no. With a throbbing head, he began discretely mixing together a surefire cure, including maple syrup, lemon juice, one raw egg, and a fistful of tea bags into a single teacup.

 

 

 

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Chance Carter

Monday, November 10th, 2031

It was when he, too, began cracking a raw egg into his teacup that Chance noticed the load swallowing Professor doing the same, although he appeared to be hoarding all the tea bags. That, or they were in some secret location of which he wasn't aware. Hey, he was new here. And grossly unprepared, apparently. He nodded at the man, gesturing at the tea bags.

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