Flying Office Hours ((Open RP))
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hh_mirrorMister 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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Date: 2008-11-13 06:19 am (UTC)Oliver Wood had barged into Ron's office, barely checking to see if Ron was actually in or not before he started talking. Oliver was also bouncing, more than just a bit. It was the kind of bounce that started at the toes and worked its way up, and the older Quidditch player seemed likely to explode from excess energy.
Oliver had drank his Red Bull (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1700771.html?thread=91194019#t91194019).
"We can't go on like this, Weasley."
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Date: 2008-11-13 06:28 am (UTC)He swallowed, made nervous with the belief that Wood was actually a better Quidditch player than himself, Wood had more enthusiasm for flying sports than Ron (who liked them a lot but wasn't nutter about it) and, no matter how many posters Ron put up, Wood would probably have made a better flying instructor, too.
But Ron wouldn't give his job up without a fight! Not when he just starting to get used to being called 'Mister.' Had Wood escaped on a broomstick from time-traveling monks? With a walrus on the backseat!?
Mister Weasley would be real surprised if he had.
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Date: 2008-11-13 06:36 am (UTC)because the mun had a professor already. COMC, precious. He looked surprised. "Of course it's your job," he said. "Puddlemere United won't let me teach on the side."That where he was for months on end. Playing Quidditch professionally. Really.
He'd been momentarily distracted from his bouncing but now he as back at it, pinging from poster to poster. "Do you know what we need? Cannons. Show those Slytherin bastards a thing or two." Oliver whirled around and faced Ron, suddenly intense.
"And when was the last time Slytherin had a Quidditch practice? That's what I want to know. Have they moved underground? Are they practicing on the sly?"
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Date: 2008-11-13 06:56 am (UTC)"Hey, wait! No, don't touch that post-! Calm down, would y-! I just had that charm-! No one's going to shoot Slytherins with cannons, there hasn't been a House Cup for over two years!" Ron had been following the hyperactive Wood around his office, frightened that he would wreck it just when he got it fixed up the way he liked.
"Look, just because you like to fly doesn't mean you gotta try that with your feet. And there's only about four Slytherins who know HOW to play Quidditch and that's because it got all the Gryffindors!"