Owls to Steph and Oliver [Closed RP]

[forcedexile.livejournal.com]

I would like to see you in my office.

Professor of Flying

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[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Uh-oh. Had Professor...erm, Exile, found out about the sign-up sheet (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1343671.html?thread=68171959#t68171959)? Steph had been so careful! There had been spells! And even without them, she was damn good at disguising her handwriting. It came with 17 years of having to fill out permission slips when a parent/guardian was otherwise engaged (read: stoned or jailed).

“Professor?” She knocked on the door, wearing her best poker face. “You owled me?”

[big-broomstick.livejournal.com]

Oliver had actually been expecting an owl from the Flying Professor, and wasn't the least bit surprised when one arrived. Tucking a book about defensive strategies in Quidditch under his arm, he left for the Professor's office. He was a bit surprised to see somebody else waiting by the door.

"You trying out for Quidditch, too?" he asked. "It's good to see some interest in the sport." He really had no idea that Steph had been writing those notes.

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"Sure am!" She smiled. "Trying out for Chaser. I'm Steph."

[big-broomstick.livejournal.com]

"Oliver Wood." He held out his hand to shake, but had to juggle his book around. "I've got some great ideas that I think are going to make Gryffindor absolutely unstoppable," he said. "You are from Gryffindor, right?"

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Oh geez. This had to be about the sign-up sheet. Oliver seemed pretty clueless, though. Maybe she was in the clear?

"I sure am!" Then, unable to help herself: "You been flying long, Oliver?"

[big-broomstick.livejournal.com]

"Oh, ever since I was this high," he laughed, indicating a level somewhere around his knees. "My mum always said I could fly before I could crawl. Lots of Quidditch fans in my family, except for Aunt Margaret. She's a Muggle, see, and she's always been into this 'football' thing."

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Wow. Talk about an early start. If she hadn't already ridiculed the poor guy ragged, Steph would've made a crack about the 'this high' comment. As it stood she smiled. "My family's all muggles, so football is more their speed. American football, that is. No one cares much about soccer. Bunch of slackers really, not even bothering to use their hands."

[forcedexile.livejournal.com]

The Exile let them speak for a bit, then cleared her throat.

"Now. I want to talk to you both about the signup sheet. Since you are here, Miss Brown, I am guessing that you are the one instigating this. I'm all for free speech, but, please, restrict your bickering to the owls."

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Oh crap. She had been found out. But that was no reason to lose her cool. Innocent until proven guilty! Habeas corpus! Uncle Sam (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Uncle_Sam_%28comics%29)!

"Instigating? Could you clarify what you mean by 'this', Professor?"

[forcedexile.livejournal.com]

"The jabs at Oliver and his...er...head. The comments about the team. Don't think I don't know it was you, Miss Brown."

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Steph kept a cool poker face, but was dying inside. A Professor, a legitimate educator, had just uttered the sentence 'Oliver and his...er...head'. This entire trip to the office? Any subsequent detentions? So worth it.

"I saw those comments, but they were written anonymously. With all due respect, what makes you think it was me? I signed my name up for the try outs- heck, compare handwriting samples, if you like."

[forcedexile.livejournal.com]

"I'm a Jedi, Miss Brown. I can sense things you wouldn't think I could sense. The handwriting may be different, but they were written by the same hand."

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

Stupid Jedi mind tricks. Okay, time to fess up. Not like the world would end if she apologized to the guy.

Oooooor, she could go with plan b.

"I was just looking out for the interests of the other students, Professor. He was saying some really lewd stuff." She looked right at the Exile, ignoring that poor Oliver was in the room.

[forcedexile.livejournal.com]

"It's only lewd if you perceive it as such. Now keep it to the owls."

[busty-robin.livejournal.com]

"Understood, Professor. It won't happen again." She started to walk towards the door, fixing on Oliver with a bit of a smile as she went.

"And you. Watch your language, in the future. Just because you're an athlete doesn't mean you have to be raunchy!"

[forcedexile.livejournal.com]

"What did I say?" The Exile said, although she had a smile on her face. "Mr. Wood, please don't leave yet. I would like to talk to you."

[big-broomstick.livejournal.com]

Oliver had been standing aside, a little bit dumbstruck. That girl had been the one writing the notes? He'd just been talking about Quidditch!

Now he was going to get it. Getting into a skirmish with a future team member, and he hadn't even tried out yet.

[forcedexile.livejournal.com]

"Mr. Wood. I gathered from your prior experience that you are well experienced in Quidditch. Is this so?"