BROOM CLEANING + 4TH WALL EVENT

[shnpc]

WHO: The Whole School + ANYONE ELSE
TONE: That shit cray
RATING: PG – PG-13
WHEN: June 9th and 10th
WHERE: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry; Broom cleaning is on the front lawn, but feel free to wander!
WHAT: Students and Teachers are cleaning brooms for the surrounding community in attempt to raise funds. Crazy hijinks ensue when the 4th wall is promptly broken.
NOTES: Use any comment format you like, and tag around! Have a good time and enjoy your stay.

Comments

[bee2hrewn]

[Sollux is just going to shuffle over to Professor Peixes and intercept her on her way to the astronomy tower.]

What charity ith thith broom cleaning meant to be funding anyway?

[quasistellar]

It's supposed to be funding something or other at St. Mungo's, I believe --

[Someone didn't pay attention. But that lisp? Oh, it does.]

-- what's your name, young man?

[bee2hrewn]

Tho you don't know either? That'th reassuring.

[He just barely suppresses a quiet and somewhat nasal laugh as he jerkily bows his head.]

I'm Thollukth Captor.

[quasistellar]

I'm here on other business, not to oversee brooms.

[The tall, imposing witch is now bending down to Sollux's height.]

...you...remind me of someone. Are you perhaps related to a certain dueling teacher that happens to be here this weekend?

[bee2hrewn]

[He nods, laughing somewhat nervously.]

Right. That maketh thenthe. There'th no reathon broom cleaning should be all conthuming. That would jutht be impractical.

[He trails off, suddenly realizing just how tall and imposing she is. He steps back, offering her a half-smile.]

Pothibly. I have an uncle who teacheth duelling. Or taught duelling. We don't really talk much tho I'm not sure. Why do you athk?

[quasistellar]

It would be, indeed.

[That grin sure is looking like a shark's.]

I knew him, back when we were students. I just thought you looked familiar. Captor, is it?

[bee2hrewn]

[That grin really is looking like a shark's... Sollux is just going to take another step backwards, emitting another nervous laugh as he does so.]

Really? I gueth it'th a thmall world, to uthe the cliche.
Or on thecond thought, it might not really be a cliche, given the thithe of the witharding population in the UK...