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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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[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 ...

[wwistful]

I could care less about what you're lookin' for! What did you bloody well expect? Disjointed, nonsensical lines like the drivel you keep spoutin'?

[grandhighwizard]

Certainly not. I doubt you could keep up. [serenely]

[wwistful]

And I'm thankful for that much.

[grandhighwizard]

[Okay, Rhys has to just laugh at that.] You're remarkably charming in your sullen stodginess. It's almost refreshing.

[wwistful]

Refreshin'? Please don't tell me the entire staff acts like you do. [Going to ignore that backhanded compliment.]

[grandhighwizard]

Of course not, don't be ridiculous. I'm certainly not a trend setter. But nor do they act like you, Donoghue. You're ... unique.

[wwistful]

I'm so flattered. From the bottom of my heart. [Eye roll.]

[grandhighwizard]

You did ask.

[wwistful]

My mistake.

[He shifts from one foot to the other and stares at Rhys.]

Is this all you wanted?

[grandhighwizard]

Of course not! But again, you were the one who wanted me to elaborate. Really, Donoghue, you act as though I initiated this whole visit. You asked, and it's your decision when we're done, wouldn't you say?

[wwistful]

What else could you possibly want?
[SIGH.]
It's easier to seek clarification face to face. [Muttered.] And matchin' faces to font makes you easier to avoid...

[grandhighwizard]

Ah, plan on never eating in the Great Hall when I'm there? Or walking on the other side of the hall when we pass? Not very professional of you - is it my jokes that make you want to run, or do you think I'm the sort to try and physically corner you? [Murdoc, you are far too intriguing to be let alone.]

[wwistful]

Please, not everyone is so childish. I would waste time avoidin' you, I simply intend on ignorin' you.

You're one to be talkin' about professionalism. [He wasn't really expecting that question.] I'm not afraid of you.

[grandhighwizard]

No? Good. [grins broadly then] You're more fun that way.

[wwistful]

I don't see why it's fun, but I've given up tryin' to understand what goes on in that head a' yours. [Snort.]

[grandhighwizard]

All after only one meeting. Tch. No stamina these days.

[wwistful]

Am I meant to find you fascinatin'? Because you seem more like the gift of bother that keeps givin'.

[grandhighwizard]

[chuckles, shrugging broad shoulders] You're not meant to find me anything. Would you like to escape on that note? You can chalk it up as getting the last word in, if you like.

[wwistful]

[Murdoc takes a few steps backward, scowling at Rhys.] As if I would care about somethin' so trivial. [He nods before turning on his heel to leave.]

[grandhighwizard]

Noswaith dda. [Pleasantly, to Donoghue's back.]