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[shellfishlovver]

Students of Defence Against The Dark Arts class number twwo, I ask that you refer to chapter 35, specifically pages 223, 230 and 237 before you attend your first class.

I suppose I should also introduce myself wwhile I'm at it. My name is Murdoc. You wwill call me Professor Donoghue. I wwill be the second Defence Against The Dark Arts. Any questions should be directed here. That is all.

[Filtered to Eridan Ampora]
I believve wwe need to talk.

[Filtered to Cyrus Onikous]
I'll behavve if you do.

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[grandhighwizard]

if it were habitual
IT WOULD BE CONSISTENT,
so no.

[shellfishlovver]

Then do you mind elaborating on your previous comment?

[grandhighwizard]

maybe in private.
BUSY?

[wwistful]

If only to clarify some things that are difficult to express through words, I suppose.
Where did you have in mind?

[grandhighwizard]

you're welcome to come to my chambers.

[wwistful]

Is that so? So you were serious when you said private..
Whereabouts are they?

[grandhighwizard]

NEAR THE OWLERY.
northern corridor, at the far end.

[Is he really coming? Oh, wonderful!]

[Making this Action because it's my post and I do what I want]

[wwistful]

[Well now he's going to snap his journal shut and stride right down there with his nose in the air.

Far be it from him to let some mentally unstable potions teacher tell him what to do!!

Besides. He's curious.]

[Daaaaaamn, you one bold mofo!]

[grandhighwizard]

[There's a lot to be curious about! And as Murdoc walks down the hall, he'll see a door open at the far end, and a really tall man in black and purple robes glance out, smiling when he spots the other professor.]

Ah, I wasn't sure you would actually come.

[I'm all about the sass and whatnot]

[wwistful]

[Murdoc isn't tense. That's why he doesn't nearly jump a foot in the air as the door opens. Only he is and he did. He straightens and nods sharply at the other man, looking far from impressed.]

I wouldn't accept an invitation without every intention of arrivin'. Though, this is hardly what I'd consider a leisure visit.

[grandhighwizard]

All business, hm? [The older man is clearly amused, and opens his door wider.] Come in, then, Donoghue, come in, and we'll discuss your ... curiosity.

[wwistful]

I fail to see what else it would be, considerin' that we're colleagues.

[He narrows his eyes at the open door before slinking in, eyes immediately flicking about the room. He's both intrigued and suspicious.]

[grandhighwizard]

[It's an odd sort of room, though probably not as odd as the rest of his chambers. A short hall leads to it, and there's a small work room attached, a toilet, and the bed chamber, of course, but this is his public room. It's immediately quite obvious that the Potions professor likes color. There's a small couch here, draped in multiple colors of cloth, and an entire wall decorated entirely with masks, of all different types and colors and cultures. Some are death masks, some harlequin masks, some masks of goats with spiraled horns. There are also multiple bookshelves here, stuffed full to near bulging with various tomes and scrolls - Rhys is an avid reader.

Another wall holds a strange painting of a multicolored moth, and a collection of juggling clubs, the kind that might be used in a circus. And then there's a table to one side of the room, with several bottles upon it, some papers that were apparently being marked, and the taller man's closed journal. Next to is a half finished cup of a tea, and a small pot.]

Well, yes, that's the point, isn't it? [Rhys asks enigmatically.] Tea?

[wwistful]

[If Murdoc felt something offputting through the other man's writing, this room was like a summary of it. At least, to him it was. Murdoc was nothing if not straight laced. His own chambers were plain, sans the occasional map or book.

Though, if he kept everything on the surface and in clear view, could he really be hiding something? Certainly!]

Bein' colleagues is the point?

[He's seemingly distracted by the painting as the other speaks. He jerks his head away from the gaze he's stuck in and quirks an eyebrow at him. Instinct and formality says he's obliged to accept the offer, but trust issues coupled with the fact that Rhys is the potions master leaves him hesitant. Though, he doesn't attempt to hide from his expression.]

No, I'm fine.

[grandhighwizard]

Something like that. Do you like the painting? [Rhys busies himself with pouring himself another cup of tea. It smells quite nice - a bit of jasmine, something herbal.] Wizarding art is usually so stodgy. Formal.

[wwistful]

It's interestin', to say the least. Never was interested in art.

Now, you had somethin' you wanted to elaborate on?

[grandhighwizard]

I'll take that as a compliment, that you find a piece of something you've never been interested in as a whole, interesting. [smiles] And no, actually.

You had something you wanted me to elaborate on.

[wwistful]

Take it as you will, it's of no concern to me.

Fine. Now that I'm here, elaborate.

[grandhighwizard]

So impatient. [And instead of answering, Rhys takes a sip of his tea, half closing his eyes in obvious pleasure, lips curling up in another smile around the rim of the mug. After a long moment, he puts it down, and finally directs his gaze back to the other professor.]

I believe I had mentioned I was going to enjoy something, and you had asked what? That would be the question you'd wanted answering?

[wwistful]

[The rod up Murdoc's arse makes his current stance come almost naturally to him. His back is ramrod straight and his eyes are set upon Rhys. His arms hang idly at his sides, his fingers twitching and forming a fist every so often as a means of venting frustration.

He grits his teeth and hisses through them, wanting to get to the point so he can leave. Though now he's regretting coming at all.}

Yes. That.

[grandhighwizard]

[Murdoc really probably shouldn't have come, he's not going to like the answer he's going to get.]

I merely meant that I was going to enjoy taking the piss out of you. And perhaps making an attempt at seducing you - you are so very tightly wound, and I think it would be an amusing challenge.

[wwistful]

[There are no words for how much he dislikes that answer.

No, really. He can't even form a sentence. He's just opening and closing his mouth like an angry goldfish.]

How dare you! Why on earth do they hire people like you, you aren't even funny

[grandhighwizard]

I wasn't joking. [Rhys grins like a shark, all teeth and hunger and predatory intent.] If I was funny, do you think I'd be a better candidate for the position? I never got the impression that you much appreciated humor.

[wwistful]

[Murdoc brings both hands up in front of him and mimics the action of throttling the other whilst making a variety of hilariously infuriated noises]

That isn't what I meant an' you know it! Stop twistin' my words you inmmense waste of time!

[grandhighwizard]

[Oh, god, Murdoc is one of the funniest men Rhys has ever met, hands down. Who mimes choking? This is brilliant.]

Then don't say such easily twistable things. One would think you were trying to feed me straight lines, my boy. Though straight isn't really the word I'm looking for ...