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hh_mirror2008-11-12 07:57 pm
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Flying Office Hours ((Open RP))
Mister Weasley was holding his office hour, which were set at "Mondays, Wednesdays and Thursdays from after lunch until mid-afternoonish". Ron would thus be in his office until the weather changed or until he was hungry again.
The room was filled with furniture that was not quite shabby, but definitely nothing Ron had ordered in. Still, there was a welcoming spirit to the young man's work-space. The texts he selected for his class held a prominent space on his shelf (he made sure to keep many copies in case they needed to be borrowed. He knew from personal experience how expensive books could be).
There were Muggle comics on the door (comics which Ron did not quite understand, but it displayed a flying witch, so he decided it counted) as well as a slip of paper which proudly proclaimed, "Quidditch: For Muggles Too!". Inside there were the kind of motivational posters one might find in a high school, including a poster which, Ron assumed, asserted the magical nature of bee flight. Furthermore, he had the posters of various Quidditch teams on his walls (though the Chudley Cannons' poster seemed to be a bit bigger than the rest).
Still, most of his displays were pedagogical in function. One display that Ron was particularly proud of had two pictures posted side-by-side. One showed a man being shot from a cannon, and had a large NO painted in front of it. It was charmed so that he was repeatedly shot out of sight, and would be an unhappy SPLAT noise whenever a new viewer caught sight of it. Beside it was a much happier picture of a young wizard happily flying off to the distance. Any resemblance the little boy had to a Weasley was strictly coincidental. As was probably guessed, the picture had a bold YES painted on the front.
And that is a brief description of Ron's office, where he was waiting for any students who might stop by, and one student in particular.
In all honestly, Ron did not actually care that much about the incident with the fondue. No one was hurt, when he was younger he got into far more trouble than that, and he was actually pretty impressed that a student had managed to make a polyjuice potion considering how few opportunities for magical training there were. But he felt like it was his duty as instructor and alumni to investigate the issue. Besides, he remembered Shibuya Yuuri as a nice enough lad, and thus no one he would feel intimidated by. He scratched his head. That blond girl was quite insistent that he call Yuuri by the nickname, 'Meow'. He wasn't quite ready to do THAT, but he thought he would work it into his owl somehow. The owl that Mister Weasley eventually did send was sharp and to the point:
The room was filled with furniture that was not quite shabby, but definitely nothing Ron had ordered in. Still, there was a welcoming spirit to the young man's work-space. The texts he selected for his class held a prominent space on his shelf (he made sure to keep many copies in case they needed to be borrowed. He knew from personal experience how expensive books could be).
There were Muggle comics on the door (comics which Ron did not quite understand, but it displayed a flying witch, so he decided it counted) as well as a slip of paper which proudly proclaimed, "Quidditch: For Muggles Too!". Inside there were the kind of motivational posters one might find in a high school, including a poster which, Ron assumed, asserted the magical nature of bee flight. Furthermore, he had the posters of various Quidditch teams on his walls (though the Chudley Cannons' poster seemed to be a bit bigger than the rest).
Still, most of his displays were pedagogical in function. One display that Ron was particularly proud of had two pictures posted side-by-side. One showed a man being shot from a cannon, and had a large NO painted in front of it. It was charmed so that he was repeatedly shot out of sight, and would be an unhappy SPLAT noise whenever a new viewer caught sight of it. Beside it was a much happier picture of a young wizard happily flying off to the distance. Any resemblance the little boy had to a Weasley was strictly coincidental. As was probably guessed, the picture had a bold YES painted on the front.
And that is a brief description of Ron's office, where he was waiting for any students who might stop by, and one student in particular.
In all honestly, Ron did not actually care that much about the incident with the fondue. No one was hurt, when he was younger he got into far more trouble than that, and he was actually pretty impressed that a student had managed to make a polyjuice potion considering how few opportunities for magical training there were. But he felt like it was his duty as instructor and alumni to investigate the issue. Besides, he remembered Shibuya Yuuri as a nice enough lad, and thus no one he would feel intimidated by. He scratched his head. That blond girl was quite insistent that he call Yuuri by the nickname, 'Meow'. He wasn't quite ready to do THAT, but he thought he would work it into his owl somehow. The owl that Mister Weasley eventually did send was sharp and to the point:
Shibuya Yuuri,
I want you to meet me during my office hours as soon as you can.
Meow,
Mister Weasley
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"That was a mess and I'm trying to think of how to make it up to people ... but if someone has to be in trouble for it, that someone has to be me. I don't know what a polyjuice potion is but I am positive no one meant anything bad to happen."
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Mister Weasley then moved forward again so that he could fold his hands on the desk. "Meow, I'm not looking to put anyone in trouble. Here's a magic lesson for you." If he had a chair he could swivel dramatically, he would be so into that right now. "Polyjuice. Know what that means? 'Poly'. A lot of stuff. 'Juice'. Something you drink. Polyjuice is a drink that can turn you into someone else. A person. And only one person."
Mister Weasely stood up for emphasis- or he tried. His legs were too tucked into the desk and when he pushed his chair out it started to fall backwards. He stumbled but caught the chair before it could topple, and sat down into relative safety.
He collected himself and hoped Yuuri hadn't notice. "But whatever was served at that party... it was one drink, but affected everyone differently, rather than turning them into one person. It turned them into, I hear, creatures, rather than just a person. Normally such a thing is impossible, and the attempt results with an unhappy visit to the hospital wing." Mister Weasley gave Yuuri a significant look. It would have looked great shadowed under a fedora. Why didn't he have a fedora?
"And kid," he said to the boy who was only a few years younger than him and ruled a nation of tetchy demons, "I know the head nurse. You do not want that visit."
He drummed his fingers on the desk. "So you see why I want to know who made the polyjuice potion, and how?"
Mister Weasley was bored.
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"Yes, I can see why you want to know. I can't tell you for reasons of honor," said Yuuri, apologetic but firm. "I can't betray a friend. Besides I am positive that the person didn't mean anyone any harm. That's what really counts."
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He took a deep breath and let it out. Finally, he spoke: "Oh, come on with it!" He then whined, "Just teeeeell meeeeee!"