Office Hours

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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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[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"Don't let him, John, unless you really want to be known as J. for the rest of your natural life," warned Crowley with a scowl.

[dangeroushabits.livejournal.com]

Well. Ask a stupid question, John thought with an inward sigh. "It's John. Just...John. Or Constantine, if you like. And, uh." He felt his face going red and cussed silently, fiddling restlessly with his cigarette lighter, then cleared his throat and said as matter-of-factly as possible, "I'm in Hufflepuff."

Don't say it, wanker, don't you dare say a fucking word, he thought ferociously, not looking in Crowley's direction.

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Crowley smirked a big evil smirk. Internally. He wasn't going to lose this opportunity to take the mickey out of John. He got the chance so rarely.

"Hufflepuff," he said mildly, keeping his face expressionless. "I understand that house is known for being fair, just, earnest, hard-working and loyal..."

[dangeroushabits.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," John shot back, "which is why we'll listen politely as some cocky bastard from another House talks shit about ours before we break our backs delivering a well-earned arse-kicking with all due solemnity."

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Finally laughing, Crowley said, "I'd like to see you try, you candy-arsed git. Slytherins are cunning and will do whatever it takes to win. Plus we're damn good looking."

[dangeroushabits.livejournal.com]

"And damn heavy, when what you've cunningly won is the drinking contest your Hufflepuff mates earnestly advised you not to enter," John retorted. "Oh, you forgot conceited, by the way. Anyway, I've seen a few of the other Slytherins, I wouldn't be so quick to generalize about the good looks..."

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I don't know. I think John would more fancy that Rowena chick."

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"She's too classy for either of you."

[dangeroushabits.livejournal.com]

"Obviously," John said wryly. "Rowena's not really my type though. She's a looker, yeah, but I make it a point never to date a woman with twice my IQ. Makes for some pretty awkward conversations. 'Hullo, Rowena luv, what've you been up to?' 'Well, John, I've just been studying the cumulative effects of transfigurational instabilities in a rare subgenus of dwarf arctic kelpie.' 'Ah. So, nice day for Quidditch then, innit?'"

He shook his head. "That Tonks bird'd be more my speed. Pity she's spoken for."

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

Crowley laughed. "You'd have to get in a very long line, mate. Don't worry, though. I'm sure someone will take pity on you."

[dangeroushabits.livejournal.com]

"Oh, ta, mate. Oi, Kira, do us a favor and check my back, would you? I think there's a knife stuck in it," John said, making a face at Crowley.

He laughed at Kira's intelligence remark. "Lemme guess, a woman told you that. And if you believed it, congratulations, you've added some weight to her argument."

Then made a show of looking Kira up and down speculatively. "Anyone, huh? Well if you're that hard up, I might know a succubus who'd oblige you...though she's more got a thing for blonds..."

[anthony-crowley.livejournal.com]

"I can vouch for the kid being willing to bang just about anyone," said Crowley with a mischievous grin, thinking of their Valentine's Day exchange (http://community.livejournal.com/hogwarts_hocus/151326.html?thread=7778078#t7778078).

He stood and walked behind John, placing a hand in the middle of his back. "Oh, wait. Let me help you with that..." And he mimed turning a knife. Then he laughed. "Nah. I'll let you off the hook this time, mate. Daren't damage the CST..."

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Smirking, Crowley said, "I still won it, though, didn't I? And you didn't have to carry me far... Not like the time when your Slytherin pal suggested that antagonizing an archangel might not be the most prudent thing to do. Three flights of stairs if you'll recall. Or, probably you won't..."

He looked smug. "Nothing wrong with a good, healthy dose of vanity. And you can hardly compare most in the house with the few... unfortunates. Every house has those."