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Michael, "Angels Unlimited"
Jun. 25th, 2007 05:56 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
cosmicteddy.livejournal.com((When there are only two Angels Unlimited muns, and I am one of them, it was very easy to get permission to app this one. So. No worries!))
There was a humming sound, and then a light as if someone had turned a switch. It was a warm, golden glow, a heavenly light if you will, and it was accompanied by the sweet, simple fragrance of lilacs in bloom. The Sorting Room zinged with energy for a moment or two... and then the light faded, and a man was standing in the same spot. He was wearing a very classy pinstriped suit, which would have looked more elegant if he hadn’t appeared to have slept in it. As it were, it made him look frazzled and jet-lagged.
Then Michael looked up and smiled, and all the kindness, understanding and serenity in the world shone reflected on his face.
“Well.” He cleared his throat and straightened his suit as best he could. It was a futile task, but he wanted to make a good first impression. Michael frowned and patted his chest pockets. “Now, I was sure I had a pen here somewhere... Ah!”
He triumphantly pulled out a traditional 21st century ballpoint pen and began dealing with the application. Sometimes he wrote the answers out himself, and sometimes he let the Dictaquill deal with it. Such a handy little thing!
( Calling the headmaster Michael? How hippie-dippie is that! )
Michael made himself comfortable, brushing some imaginary dust off his trousers and waited for someone to turn up. While he sat there, a passing owl flew into the room and placed itself on his knee, hooting happily. Michael accepted this, smiled at the bird, and scratched it on the head. He spoke to it softly in its own language, a lovely musical sound that all animals understood. The owl looked absolutely blissed out. Animals loved angels.
There was a humming sound, and then a light as if someone had turned a switch. It was a warm, golden glow, a heavenly light if you will, and it was accompanied by the sweet, simple fragrance of lilacs in bloom. The Sorting Room zinged with energy for a moment or two... and then the light faded, and a man was standing in the same spot. He was wearing a very classy pinstriped suit, which would have looked more elegant if he hadn’t appeared to have slept in it. As it were, it made him look frazzled and jet-lagged.
Then Michael looked up and smiled, and all the kindness, understanding and serenity in the world shone reflected on his face.
“Well.” He cleared his throat and straightened his suit as best he could. It was a futile task, but he wanted to make a good first impression. Michael frowned and patted his chest pockets. “Now, I was sure I had a pen here somewhere... Ah!”
He triumphantly pulled out a traditional 21st century ballpoint pen and began dealing with the application. Sometimes he wrote the answers out himself, and sometimes he let the Dictaquill deal with it. Such a handy little thing!
( Calling the headmaster Michael? How hippie-dippie is that! )Michael made himself comfortable, brushing some imaginary dust off his trousers and waited for someone to turn up. While he sat there, a passing owl flew into the room and placed itself on his knee, hooting happily. Michael accepted this, smiled at the bird, and scratched it on the head. He spoke to it softly in its own language, a lovely musical sound that all animals understood. The owl looked absolutely blissed out. Animals loved angels.
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