Office Hours

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Due to the fact that I am really fucking bored, I'm now holding office hours. Come by to chat if you have a question about class, your homework assignment, or if you're just really fucking bored, too.

-Professor Crowley

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[pdbw.livejournal.com]

Lord Peter was not bored, exactly, but he was a little concerned about the state of his geranium. It really wasn't responding well to the Thomas Browne at all, and only part of the Donne.

The language in Crowley's notice wasn't really anything he hadn't heard before -- he'd been in the War, after all -- but it did rather trouble his sensibilities. Still, different times, different mores, and when in Rome and all that. He knocked on the door.

"Professor Crowley? I'd like to consult on the state of my geranium, please."

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"Sure, take a seat, Mr. Wimsey." He waved towards the chair, faintly relieved that someone had shown up. "What seems to be the problem?"

[pdbw.livejournal.com]

"Oh, just Wimsey will do, Professor. It did well enough at Eton and Oxford and will suffice here." He smiled genially. "As to the geranium. Thomas Browne simply won't do, as it turns out; the plant can't bear it. My original choice, John Donne, is rather more successful, but its tastes are rather selective. This, for example."

He pushes a small leatherbound book of Donne's poetry across the desk, open to Elegy 20 (http://www.luminarium.org/sevenlit/donne/elegy20.htm).

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"Oh, for Adam's sake, come in, Kira," yelled Crowley.

[superwife-kenpi.livejournal.com]

Kentaro, seeing the thing about office hours, feels it would be a good time to address a problem with his homework. He goes to the office and knocks on the door.

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"Come in!" called Crowley.

[superwife-kenpi.livejournal.com]

Comes in. "Er, Professor, I kinda have some really bad problems with my geranium! First of all, it's not natural for geraniums to move across the room on their own right?!" He appears generally worried, and is holding the plant in his arms rather tightly.

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

Stephen Maturin knocks on Crowley's office door, carrying his completely lackluster geranium with one arm. He sees Kenpi leaving and is regretful as to any consequences Kenpi might have suffered as a result of their unsuccessful group collaboration.

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"Come in!" called Crowley. He thought maybe he ought to do this more often, but then he hadn't figured that geraniums would be that difficult.

[estebanmd.livejournal.com]

Stephen enters the room and shuts the door behind him. Crowley has never seemed to him to stand on ceremony, so he takes the liberty of seating himself, geranium perched on his lap. "It is good of you to hold office hours, Professor," he notes, comparing the occasion to the obvious lack of any such consideration on the other professors' parts. "I fear I have been unsuccessful with this geranium."

[dangeroushabits.livejournal.com]

John Constantine wandered back into the Great Hall after an extended absence from Hogwarts. Occasionally he felt a need to remind himself that there was a whole world out there, blessedly devoid of wands, broomsticks, Strange Visitors with Powers Beyond the Lot of Mortal Men, and bizarre customers of every description coming in from Christ only knew where at all hours of the day and night. It was enough to drive a sane man mad. Didn't do much for his state of mind, either.

After weeks out in the Muggle world, dealing with Chas, Ellie, the Snob,(1) assorted minor demons, the British government, London at rush hour and all the trials and tribulations of his usual life, however, it was almost a relief to come back to the school. At least here if something big and nasty jumped out at him from the shadows, there was a reasonable chance that it might get sidetracked by a homicidal infant genius or an oversized electric rat, or get docked a bunch of House Points, or what the fuck have you, before it could make a meal of his immortal soul...

The notice tacked to the wall made him haul up short and stare, however. "Crowley...nah, it can't be."

He tore the notice off the wall and re-read it more closely. It sure as hell sounded like him. The thought of that flash demonic bastard in charge of a classroom full of superpowered nitwits was both hilarious and terrifying. Oh, he just had to see this...

Naturally, there was nothing in the note to clue him into which class he was looking for, so he spent some time wandering the halls, sticking his disheveled dirty-blond head in random doorways with many an offhanded "Sorry guv, wrong room" before he finally came to the Herbology classroom and paused to listen to the voices carrying from the other side.

By the sound of things, Professor Crowley was already holding court with several of his students. A grin stole its way across John's none-too-recently shaven face. "Well, I'll be buggered..."

He gave a single sharp knock and pushed the door open, lighting a cigarette as he entered. "Crowley, you fucking fraud. What the hell kind of codswallop are you stuffing in these poor bastards' heads? Herbology, for fuck's sake?" He shook his head mock-reprovingly and glanced around at the odd assortment of students. "Take my advice, kiddies, make sure and skip class the day he covers fruit trees."

---

(1) Those being a cab driver, a retired succubus and the Archangel Gabriel, for those keeping track.

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Crowley looked up, surprised at hearing the familiar voice.

"John. They really will let anyone in, won't they? What the fuck are you doing here? Come to terrify my students for the amusement factor? Or just continuing your fine tradition in messing around in other people's business?"

[dangeroushabits.livejournal.com]

"Who, me?" John snorted. "Mate, if that Fenrir character's not enough to scare them off then I don't stand a fucking chance." He shoved aside a trowel and an odd lumpy paperweight to plop down on the edge of Crowley's desk and make himself comfortable, snickering at the official-looking plaque that read 'Professor Anthony J. Crowley.'

"Who'da thought, you going all repectable and shit...so what're you working on? Geraniums? Christ, I'm flashing back to the sodding Bog God here. Couldn't you at least teach the poor blighters something useful?"

OOC

[goddess-bell.livejournal.com]

((XD I hate you, you used DEPP for that icon, OMG FANGIRL MOMENT. Depp as Crowley, OMG.))

Re: OOC

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

((*grins* I use Depp in nearly all my icons! When they were going to make the movie ten years ago, they actually did cast him as Crowley. Then the movie got bogged down in finances and script and stuff. He's still on the books if they ever do do it, though, so far as anyone knows...))

[5000yearold.livejournal.com]

Great to see how much concern you have for your students, sir.

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Hey, I'm the only professor who has ever bothered to even have office hours, so I don't want to hear it.

[notasmackhead.livejournal.com]

Charlie stumbled into the room, looking - well. Not-quite-there might be one way to describe it.

"Um," he said, apparently finding some difficulty in forming words correctly. He tried again. "I, um, are you the herbology professor?"

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, kid. That's me. Professor Crowley. What's wrong with you?"

[lord-of-dragons.livejournal.com]

[[ >D Awww! That bored.... If I find a reason for Seto to bother ICly, I'll send him Crowley's way.

Wait.... How well do you think Crowley would be able to handle the five feet of hyper-active fluff known as Mokuba? ]]

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

((Not really bored. I just said that... ;)

Bring him on. :D))

[ordinarybumpkin.livejournal.com]

Well, Hideki could hardly see how anyone could get bored around this place, but he decided it was probably possible. Maybe Professor Crowley was just accustomed to it already.

When Hideki saw the sign, though, he recognized the Professor as the one for Herbology--the class Chii was in!

This would be a perfect chance to ask about signing up and joining, seeing as Hideki had yet to properly send out owls. It was difficult with so many people always using the school owls. I wish I could just get my own, but I bet I can't afford it.

Ready, and only somewhat confident, Hideki approached Crowley's office door and politely knocked.

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"Come in," called Crowley again.