[identity profile] lemondrop-party.livejournal.com
Pleased to learn that a new Astronomy professor had been appointed, Dumbledore dashed off a quick invitation to Bean, identical to the invitations he had sent the other members of the Hogwarts faculty. Then he toddled off to the staff lounge in his best high-heeled boots. Time to ready the room for his tea party.

The house elves had assembled a staggering array of teabags, teapots, varieties of tea, tea-related accessories, sweeteners natural and artificial, tea sandwiches with crusts off, pastries, biscuits, et cetera, hopefully not ad nauseam. Dumbledore bustled about happily, humming to himself like the bumblebee who shared his name, charming napkins into origami shapes. As a final touch, he zapped a dish of clotted cream with a simple food-coloring spell to rainbow its contents.

The final effect he deemed quite satisfactorily cheery.

He knew better than to hope the group he had invited would mesh well. No faculty ever did, unless confronted with some shared enemy, and those were not forthcoming: Voldemort was popcorn, the Headmistress and Sorting Hat were best left alone, and Dumbledore did not think it kind to gang up on poor Kojiro. Nonetheless, he preferred heterogeneity, even with its attendant discord. In diversity lay strength!

To make sure they mingled well, he turned himself invisible (something he could do without an Invisibility Cloak, because he was just special like that). Now they would have to talk among themselves, rather than waiting for the former Headmaster to moderate their discussion or play the host. At the proper moment he could always duck out of the room and reappear properly with apologies for his lateness...
[identity profile] lemondrop-party.livejournal.com
Severus' return made Dumbledore both glad and a bit concerned. Things were so different here than the Hogwarts he and Snape had shared. Acclimation would surely not be easy for the former Potions Master. Having secured a faculty position would help somewhat, yet so many of the faculty were not from the wizarding world ...

Then again, that might be a blessing in disguise, might it not? All his life, the half-blood Prince had been embattled by the interminable internecine feuding of wizards. Now, here, his former home had become a more open place, populated mostly by people who neither knew nor cared much about the old feuds.

It was therefore with slight ulterior motives that Dumbledore penned tea-party invitations to all the faculty and staff of Hogwarts.

Expandowls to Kahnooloo, Jack Harkness, Ssillissa, Kon-El, Valentine Wolfe, Alan Grant, HR Pufnstuf, Ron Weasley, Archangel Michael, Ford Prefect, Kusuriyuri, Mr. Wednesday, Simkin, Homsar, Severus Snape, Johnny C., and Vislor Turlough )
[identity profile] charlesmacaulay.livejournal.com
Okay, so the Herbology professor was ... Kon-El. How did you address a person with a name like that? Professor El? Even Charles's well-honed etiquette couldn't quite encompass this kind of question. What kind of a name was Kon-El, anyway? Balinese?

Anyhow he needed some advice about plants, one plant in particular. So he guessed he'd have to gloss over the problem of honorifics and get to the point.


Professor,

I understand you've recently taken the Herbology post here at Hogwarts. It so happens I've got a couple of Madagascar dragontrees. Actually I have one, and I gave the other to a friend. I'd like to look into plant food for them. Anything especially wizardly or dazzling is a plus.

Thanks for your time.

Charles Macaulay
Ravenclaw
[identity profile] vislor-turlough.livejournal.com
OOC: While the people below have signed up, this is open for anyone to enter the crazy.


So. It's Valentine's Day. Turlough had rounded up a few house elves to do his bidding. Said bidding was to set up tables with name cards, a table with food and drink (which may or may not be hexed, I couldn't decide), and a sign:

We will not be responsible for anyone fed love potions.

Because someone will.

We also will not be responsible for any actions here on in.

Turlough stood in the corner of the Great Hall, drink in hand, smirk on face as he watched people come on (or forced in by cattleprod point, in Soichiro's case.)

[identity profile] tktactile.livejournal.com
True to his word, Kon-El had done a little research to figure out who to write to about dealing with the massive carnivorous plants apparently prone to random acts of toy-theft and student-eating, and found to his dismay that there wasn't actually anyone to write to. Which made sense, because if the plants had been fed or terrorized into good behavior or if there'd at least been someone on guard, the entire thing wouldn't have come up! Probably.

Since dealing with giant man-eating plants was practically part of the superhero job description and the giant man-eating plants needed to be dealt with, Superboy decided to write a different letter instead. To the Sorting Hat.

ExpandCV for Professor of Herbology )
[identity profile] tktactile.livejournal.com
OK, so lazing around and doing nothing did get old. Who knew? At the moment, Superboy knew. Boy, did he ever know.

So, even though it was the end of January and freezing and the middle of England or Scotland or wherever so it would probably rain even though it was freezing (Kon-El: Superhero Meteorologist!), he was outside. He'd flown around and tried to decide whether or not to spit off the top of a tower. Or parapet. Or whatever they were really called.

While doing that, he'd noticed the greenhouses. An hour later, greenhouses were not boring in his book. Especially greenhouses that had plants that tried to bite.
[identity profile] tktactile.livejournal.com
"This is not where I went to sleep," Kon-El announced to the room, more for the sake of saying something than because he thought he'd get an explanation from the giant kernels of popcorn surrounding him. There hadn't been any popcorn where he'd gone to sleep, he was sure of it. And he hadn't been covered in what smelled like the 'butter' that got put on popcorn. There were other differences too, but it was mostly the popcorn.

ExpandThat was almost enough to convince him that he was having a really weird dream )

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