Where there's Ofdensen, there's sure to be Nathan. Well, occasionally. It wasn't as though Nathan was stalking him or anything. Usually. He just happened to be passing by the Sorting Room, and noticed Ofdensen staring at some jackoff who...
Looked... and acted... a hell of a lot like the manager, minus maybe a decade of age.
Intrigued, Nathan came over to get a better look for himself. Dethklok's lead singer was hulking, easily twice Arthur's size, and looked to be able to crush someone's skull with his bare hands, which he had in fact done before. But there was nothing especially hostile about his stare, nor was it the rapetastic eye-molestation that Arthur was likely to receive from the slut brigade of Hogwarts a term which his mun uses affectionately, to be sure.
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Date: 2010-10-07 09:42 am (UTC)Looked... and acted... a hell of a lot like the manager, minus maybe a decade of age.
Intrigued, Nathan came over to get a better look for himself. Dethklok's lead singer was hulking, easily twice Arthur's size, and looked to be able to crush someone's skull with his bare hands, which he had in fact done before. But there was nothing especially hostile about his stare, nor was it the rapetastic eye-molestation that Arthur was likely to receive from the slut brigade of Hogwarts
a term which his mun uses affectionately, to be sure."Huh," he finally grunted. "So do you fence?"