https://i-am-harkonnen.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] i-am-harkonnen.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] hh_mirror2009-04-21 12:17 am

The Baron leaves the sorting room (Open RP)

The Baron was exceptionally relieved to leave the sorting room, which had been getting rather cramped.  Although it had been a somewhat enlightening experience, he now found himself filled with a great deal of questions, such as where to find decent rooms, where that library was, and, how to find the Muggle Studies Department. The hat had left him with a burning need to watch something called "The Maury Povich Show". Not understanding things was troubling, and this needed to be remedied.

He recalled that A did say he'd show him around, and, didn't say when, so, he decided now was as good a time for any, and looked around for one of those weird little house elves. Unsure of just what to do, he barked out, "House elf! Come here, now!", feeling rather silly about this. He made sure to not act surprised when one did actually show up. "Go and tell A that I need to know where things are." It ran off, presumably to do so. They sure are ugly little things, he thought, but, at least they do take orders. And looked easy to kick if they did happen to disobey.

Adjusting his suspensors slightly, he straightened out his robes, and took up a good portion of the hallway while attempting to wait patiently. This wasn't one of his strong points, unless it involved being patient with long and convoluted plans within plans.

[identity profile] i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com 2009-04-26 06:44 am (UTC)(link)
"When I was in Hufflepuff, my room was not yellow and black, and my room in Ravenclaw is not blue and bronze," A told him. "So hopefully you will not have to see it."

He made a mental note of the Baron's meal request and started mulling over a possible meal. There were a few dishes he was perfecting, and some things he wanted to try...

[identity profile] i-am-an-hero.livejournal.com 2009-04-26 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
"They are very helpful that way." As they reached the entrance to Slytherin, the bar in question came into view as well. The door hung ajar, and strains of jazz drifted out, as did some suspicious-smelling smoke.