open rp: a not-so-happy h_h-versary
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hh_mirrorThe Doctor was being emo brooding in the Great Hall with a bottle of Rassilon-only-knows-what (it wasn't Hypervodka, he'd made sure to ask a house elf for the strongest the castle could offer that wasn't that; he'd had quite enough of the taste). And a slice of chocolate cake.
Why, you might ask (about the brooding and the booze, anyway)? Because it has dawned on him that he has spent exactly one full Earth year in this wretched, bloody school.
A year. A year. A year since he'd seen his TARDIS, since he appeared here looking for wherever Rose had gotten herself off to, a full 365.2425 days. That was 52.1775 weeks, 8,765.82 hours, 525,949.2 minutes, 31,556,952 seconds (all give or take a few seconds, he was just averaging). The math went on and on. No space travel, no time travel. He was a whole year older. By Earth standards, at any rate. Might as well be like a birthday. The thought was just a bit disgusting.
He hadn't spent so much time in one place and century since before he left Gallifrey. Such a thought warranted another drink.
It wasn't that he hadn't enjoyed things that went on. He'd met so many people. He'd yelled at a few others. Things had happened to him and his friends that maybe never would've out there even in the big wide universe. Magic. Who woulda thunk it? Still...for all of his wanderings at Hogwarts, all of his exchanges, his classes, his experiences, it just couldn't take the place of his travels. Not that he could fix that (at the moment).
Why, you might ask (about the brooding and the booze, anyway)? Because it has dawned on him that he has spent exactly one full Earth year in this wretched, bloody school.
A year. A year. A year since he'd seen his TARDIS, since he appeared here looking for wherever Rose had gotten herself off to, a full 365.2425 days. That was 52.1775 weeks, 8,765.82 hours, 525,949.2 minutes, 31,556,952 seconds (all give or take a few seconds, he was just averaging). The math went on and on. No space travel, no time travel. He was a whole year older. By Earth standards, at any rate. Might as well be like a birthday. The thought was just a bit disgusting.
He hadn't spent so much time in one place and century since before he left Gallifrey. Such a thought warranted another drink.
It wasn't that he hadn't enjoyed things that went on. He'd met so many people. He'd yelled at a few others. Things had happened to him and his friends that maybe never would've out there even in the big wide universe. Magic. Who woulda thunk it? Still...for all of his wanderings at Hogwarts, all of his exchanges, his classes, his experiences, it just couldn't take the place of his travels. Not that he could fix that (at the moment).
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