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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]

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.]