Feb. 12th, 2007
house elf delivery to Dr Tam
Feb. 12th, 2007 01:03 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
Aloysius arrives at Simon's office, carrying a smallish bottle of blue fluid. Upon its side has been pasted a label marked in black ink with the Greek letter alpha.
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Apparently, House would do just about anything if the word 'bet' was involved. That was really the only explanation she could come up with as to why she was currently heading down towards Slytherin with a mini-Wizarding pharmacy in her bag. But, hey. If House wanted to give up Vicodin for an idiotic reason like 'lack of hugs', then who was she to complain?
After sending off her last owl to Wilson, Lily had gathered the pain pills she'd developed for House as well as a few other things and made it to the dungeons just shortly after the promised ten minutes.
As she rounded the corner, Lily kept an eye out for Wilson. She had every intention of making this little 'drug raid' as amusing as possible. Get House back for the secret he'd posted. Hey, business and pleasure could be mixed!
After sending off her last owl to Wilson, Lily had gathered the pain pills she'd developed for House as well as a few other things and made it to the dungeons just shortly after the promised ten minutes.
As she rounded the corner, Lily kept an eye out for Wilson. She had every intention of making this little 'drug raid' as amusing as possible. Get House back for the secret he'd posted. Hey, business and pleasure could be mixed!
Duck, duck, duck
Feb. 12th, 2007 10:06 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
(Mr. Quackers delivers. All notes heavily warded and charmed to spray jelly on anyone else.)
( Duck to Murphy )
( Duck to Madame Nutter )
( Duck to Narcissa Malfoy )
Jeez! (Open rp)
Feb. 12th, 2007 10:50 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
The Secrets Board had left Josh bewildered. The people of Hogwarts appeared to think that:
a. he looked like "one fugly mofo" as a child,
b. he was endlessly sobbing, by the sheer number of people writing "such and such makes baby Jesus cry", and, most disturbing of all,
c. he was some sort of sex object.
There was only one logical conclusion: the students of Hogwarts had Issues. That being the case, Josh set up a small table and some chairs in the Great Hall, under a banner that read, "COMPLAINTS AND QUESTIONS ABOUT THE UNIVERSE ADDRESSED HERE."
After a moment's thought he added on, "YES, I'M JESUS, AND NO I WON'T BE CRYING."