Flying Office Hours ((Open RP))

[dungbombsrule.livejournal.com]

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:

Shibuya Yuuri,

I want you to meet me during my office hours as soon as you can.

Meow,

Mister Weasley

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[whosneverbeen.livejournal.com]

"Why would anyone want to shoot themselves out of a canon?" Luna Lovegood inquired.

How long she had been standing in the doorway, admiring the artwork on Ron's walls was anyone's guess. But she was here now, wearing her Ravenclaw robes and sporting an old and no longer functional pin that had once mockingly sang "Weasley is Our King." It was anyone's guess where she'd found such an artifact, but she thought it was appropriate.

[daisy-inthesun.livejournal.com]

Daisy Buchanan wanders the halls, as usual, still at loss for the correct words to describe the inner workings of the castle. She couldn't bring herself to use the word 'magic', as her boyfriend had so often stressed.

An open door to her right prompted a quick peek inside, but upon seeing another face, warranted a further investigation of the place. Stepping inside, she immediately thought of a younger man's bedroom; the way the posters on the wall were drawn, the homey feel of it, and especially the red head behind the desk. Though he was older than a boy, he held a childish quality to him.

"Oh, hello. Am I intruding? I'm sorry, I'm just wandering the castle, trying to figure it all out." She blushes and walks to the desk, extending a hand. "But since I'm in here now, might as well introduce myself. I'm Ms. Daisy Buchanan of New York."

[bowchickamaou.livejournal.com]

... Meow? That was friendly, Yuuri hoped. Animal sounds were friendly and cute, right?

So, okay, he'd try not to worry about being summoned to the flying instructor's office. Maybe he just wanted to talk to Yuuri more about flying baseball (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/1672862.html?thread=89507486#t89507486) (aka Quidditch)!

The Maou wore a Hogwarts uniform for the occasion. In his youth and innocence and good cheer, he might have been one of the few students at today's Hogwarts who looked like he actually belonged at traditional-Hogwarts.

"You wanted to see me, Mister Weasley?"

[big-broomstick.livejournal.com]

"We have got to sort out this problem."

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."

[omg-sunflora.livejournal.com]

Sunflora struggled a bit to read the to-her unfamiliar words, until a house elf kindly told her that it said that this was the office of Ron Weasley, Flying Professor.

She didn't take that well.

"EEK! HUMANS CAN FLY?"

[pippithepirate.livejournal.com]

Pippi wasn't bored, because she was the kind of person who didn't allow herself to be. So to amuse herself she was randomly poking her head into rooms she'd never been in before, just to see what would happen. Mister Nilsson was, as always, sitting on her shoulder. Since it was getting colder, he was not only wearing the knitted yellow jumper, but a little scarf, too. Pippi would not allow him to get a cold now! He was so fussy when sick.

She saw the cannon poster before anything else, and watched in for a while with her head slightly tilted and a grin growing on her face. Then she turned to Ron and said companionably, "I knew a man at a circus in Acapulco who could do that. He didn't make that noise when he landed, though."