Open RP in the Ravenclaw bar
Mar. 20th, 2008 09:09 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
It had become painfully obvious to John that he hadn't been sorted into Ravenclaw for his brains.
After discovering that Dieter Prohl practically lived in the house's sauna, it was clear that he was really just there to be part of a matched set of cabana boys. What bothered him even more than that was discovering that after he got over the shock, he really didn't care.
He'd gotten settled in, found some food for the dog, and was now puzzling over his dilemma in the Ravenclaw bar. Stay, or go? It wasn't every day that he had a heart attack over a woman. She was in New York, and he was in Scotland. On the other hand, maybe he'd been sucked here to break his curse on his own terms.
The bar had a good selection of mixers, and he was drinking a glass of sparkling water that had multi-colored bubbles. He speared a lemon slice with a plastic wand drink-stirrer as he mulled over his choices.
After discovering that Dieter Prohl practically lived in the house's sauna, it was clear that he was really just there to be part of a matched set of cabana boys. What bothered him even more than that was discovering that after he got over the shock, he really didn't care.
He'd gotten settled in, found some food for the dog, and was now puzzling over his dilemma in the Ravenclaw bar. Stay, or go? It wasn't every day that he had a heart attack over a woman. She was in New York, and he was in Scotland. On the other hand, maybe he'd been sucked here to break his curse on his own terms.
The bar had a good selection of mixers, and he was drinking a glass of sparkling water that had multi-colored bubbles. He speared a lemon slice with a plastic wand drink-stirrer as he mulled over his choices.