Stubborn Quills ((open RP))

[ancient-adam.livejournal.com]

((Intended for a few, open for anyone who wanders by!))

The decorations had finally been swept up, the cake cleared away and Kurama had at last escaped the birthday celebration inflicted upon him by the house elves. The Great Hall was deserted, save for one man seated at a long table. There were piles of books surrounding him and at least three dictaquills hovered expectantly nearby. Every few moments, the man would raise his head, aim his wand at the quill and mutter a charm. Sometimes the quill sprang to life, scratching on the paper. Most of the time it refused to move.

Giving a frustrated sigh, Methos reached for the beer at his right hand and took a deep drink. He stared at the quills thoughtfully – he had been working on the translation charms for weeks without much luck, but when you’re an immortal at a magical school, you have to find some way to pass the time.

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[ancient-adam.livejournal.com]

"It doesn't matter how complicated it might seem to someone else, so long as it helps you keep things clear in your head. I can't recall what I was doing in Carthage until I read it - too many lives, too many pasts, the details all get muddled."

Methos leaned forward, his eyes intense as he laid out his rather complicated story. His brows shot up at the mention of being a Roman. "Then you're in good company. There are a few Romans in the school," he brought the beer all the way to his lips before the words fully registered in his brain.

"Wait.. the Doctor? Tall, odd fellow, blue box?"

[thefuturemrpond.livejournal.com]

Rory nodded. "That's him. You know him?" It was likely they'd met at Hogwarts, but Rory wouldn't be surprised to hear otherwise.

"And the Roman part's not even as weird as it gets. It's the next bit that's hard to keep straight."

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((edited after getting approval from Doctor-mun))

Methos swore softly, setting his beer down. "I had no idea he was here. It's been.. a damned long time." He seemed to shake himself, "I'm sorry. I tend to babble sometimes. Please.. don't let me interrupt."

[eleventyrags.livejournal.com]

While interrupting things may not have been Methos' prerogative, the Doctor had no trouble insinuating himself into conversations.

As it happened, the beer might have turned him off (too much sake had put him in a very compromising position recently... not that he was complaining) but the sight of someone vaguely familiar sitting with someone more than vaguely familiar notched his curiosity up to eleven. _Hah.

"Tell him about what you did after the box closed," the Doctor said, sitting next to Rory since he was the more familiar one. "Honestly I'd like to know too. There's kind of a gap between Centurion and Museum Security."

[thefuturemrpond.livejournal.com]

"...how do you do that?" Rory muttered, but he smiled, and shifted over on the bench to let the Doctor sit down. "I haven't explained about the Pandorica yet. The technobabble stuff's not as easy as you make it look."

[ancient-adam.livejournal.com]

"I think it's one of those special Time Lord skills," Methos drawled as the Doctor sat down. He looked entirely different since their last meeting, but there were certain small mannerisms that hadn't changed.

"It's good to see you again. Been a long time since Athens."