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Posted: Sun Aug 08, 2010 10:08 pm
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 6:00 pm
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Erik Casey Moore 000000CARETAKER 0000 don't underestimate the one legged jerk
If any of the other teachers saw him doing this, he would probably be fired. And if the students saw? Well, that was just unfathomable. Yet, when he slipped out of the hidden passage, he saw no one, though even if he had they wouldn't see him. Disillusionment charms were a godsend, he thought, slipping down the hall and ducking into the trophy room before dispelling it. He melted into existance between two cases, rubbing where his false leg met his skin. It was always sore after he used that spell...
But the candy in the small pack on his back was worth it. Not just the candy, either. As much as he hated to admit it, the thrill was always good. He could have sauntered down to Honeydukes all he wanted. He wasn't a student, and he had all night to finish his work. That was the problem, though. As a kid, half the fun of Hogsmeade had been sneaking out. Being allowed to go was just...lame.
His whole life, he lamented, was hellishly lame. Especially after the excitement of being an auror. He scowled and limped out of the trophy room, feeling more like Filch than he ever had. A good drink of whisky would do him good, he thought, heading down the hall. A dose of pain killers would also be great. Perhaps he should stop by the hospital wing and ask for some...
Actually, he knew he should. But the rebellious streak in him told him to bypass it entirely, and just go for the whiskey. He was quite looking forward to it as he made his way down the hall, and had actually worked himself into a pretty good mood. Pity it didn't last. It was the book that ended it. The book his false foot landed on, slipped out from underneath him, and sent him sprawling.
"FFF....MERLIN'S BALLS!" He shouted angrily, pushing himself up onto his hands and...one knee. He looked up and saw his prosthetic lying across the hallway, with the owner of the book. She looked rather...horrified.
And rightly so.
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Posted: Thu Aug 19, 2010 6:22 pm
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rєєgιє ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄∂o yoυ вєℓιєvє ιη мągιc?★
Reigan stared, horrified, at the furious caretaker that lay in front of her. The leg was still spinning in a slow circle beside her, and she looked at it nervously, from the corner of her eye. She looked back, across the hall, at the book that did, technically, belong to her. Then, at the caretaker again.
She just about bolted. THIS was her first impression? Her greatest accomplishment as a first-year?? Making an ENEMY of the caretaker?!!
"Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh, my god, I am so sorry-"
"My LEG." He snarled, dragging himself into a semi-kneeling position, leaning against the wall. With shaky, nervous hands, she grabbed the limb, trying not to think of how disgusting and creepy it is. He snatched it away when she extended it to him, and backed away quickly.
"S-sir, I am so sorry, I just, I dropped my book, and, and..." Oh, she was doomed. He was going to kill her. He was going to take his leg and beat her to death with it. Instead, his face worked into a frustrated expression, a strange and shaking grimace as if he were fighting with his anger.
"I HATE CHILDREN." he growled, then stormed off down the hall, gripping a bag in his hands. She hurried to pick up her things, blinking when she noticed a small bag and two packages near her quill on the floor. Bertie botts' beans and chocolate frogs. But, they weren't hers. Blinking, she looked up after the caretaker. Were they his?
Why did the caretaker have candy??
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 1:36 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 1:40 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 1:57 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 2:02 pm
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 2:09 pm
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