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

[glaringprotego]

Yes actually--but that's beside the point. If I come home to a mess I am making you clean it up. I'll send an owl round to the neighbors and ask them to keep an eye on the place until we head home.

...And now you should make me some crepes.

[polariity]

Hey, it'sth more creepy than anything, you're worrying too much!

And doethn't thith plathe therve crepeth by now?

[glaringprotego]

Oh now you've got creepy things in our house, hmn? [At this point any actual annoyance has melted into teasing.]

This place does not serve crepes because this is not Beauxbatons my dear. Besides, wouldn't you make it better? With all your expurrience? [Really she just wants crepes, but she's pouring on the charm. Or as much charm as a small woman with a tangled mess of hair with a two headed kneazle draped over her shoulder can have at least.]

[polariity]

It looked interethting! [Like all those other things he has stored away in his room!]

Yeth, well, they're heathenth who don't know good food. England ith where cuithine goeth to die. I jutht know enough- oh my god, you jutht made another cat pun didn't you? [He looks fondly exasperated.] You are unbelievable.

[glaringprotego]

Right. [And with that, the subject is dismissed until she recalls it again. Just like a thousand other topics]

England is not that bad! You're just a snob about food that's all--[And then she recalls her mission to get crepes out of this man one way or another. And her arms quickly slide up to wind around his neck] But that's what makes you such a good cook! And I'm sure a man of your considerable talents wouldn't mind making me a feast. [Wicked grin] I don't know what you could pawssibly be talking about. Purrhaps you're just lion.

[polariity]

That maketh me a bathic cook, Di, and oh my god I thwear if you keep doing that I am getting on thith broom and hiding in the Forbidden Foretht.

[glaringprotego]

[She can't help herself now. Besides she has both arms around your neck and she's got that smirk that says she's not letting go] Aw but Art, don't you enjoy my puns? Purrhaps I should start you out with mewre basic ones. Pawful is pretty basic! [GRIIIN]

[polariity]

[Uh oh, both arms. He tries to straighten up as much as possible.]

Di, I have known you for a decade and then thome. I know all your god-awful cat punth. I with I didn't, becauthe I could be uthing that RAM thpathe for important thingth, but I do, and it ith a horror.

[glaringprotego]

[She rolls her eyes and sighs]

What on earth is RAM space? But fiiine I'll stop. [grin] If you get your French butt in the castle and make me some crepes.

[polariity]

[There's a look on his face as if she's murdered his first born. An event that, by the way, would possibly get less reaction from him than if she cleaned out his room.]

Thtupid magic-blind people, I thwear. It maketh me cry. I'm not thure if I'm in any fit condition to cook.

[glaringprotego]

Hey, I'm not magic-blind, I just don't know all your weird sayings. [She huffs] Are you saying every muggle would understand what you're saying? And you aren't crying so you're purrfectly fit.

[polariity]

Well not every muggle, but every thpethieth hath itsth idiotsth.

Tho, crepeth?

[glaringprotego]

Are you calling me an idiot? I'm offended. I don't even know if crepes will solve it.

[polariity]

Oh my. Will I have to offer thomething elthe up to thoothe your rage?

[glaringprotego]

You may just have to. I don't know what could help though.

[polariity]

[He leans in to kiss her ear amidst all that hair.]

No idea at all?

[glaringprotego]

I think you should surpriiise me, Art.

[polariity]

I can do thurpritheth.

[A pause and he wrinkles his nose.]

Not with all the catsth around. I might trip.

[glaringprotego]

[She raises an eyebrow] What kind of surprise are you planning that might make you trip. [Still she's as curious as a cat herself and she has to know so she makes a cat noise, a combination of a hiss and meow and her cats slide away from her, off to their various shenanigans. Even the kneazel on her shoulder jumps down and trails after a few others]

There, are we happy?

[polariity]

Di, I might trip jutht by breathing with everything that followth you around.

[Still, he waits, and smiles just a little at her weird cat language. He's not even sure if that's a legit thing, but Di has made it so.]

Heheh, yeah, pretty much.

[And now he's going to lunge and try to toss you over his bony shoulder, Di! He may or may not fall down from your weight eventually, but right now, he has this.]

[glaringprotego]

Hey, most things don't follow me around. They simply mingle in my presence-- [That hideous squeak was her response to sudden and abruptly facing the ground from an unusual angle. Her first instinct is to dig in claws but lacking those, she simply clings for dear life] Art!

[polariity]

[Just. Sniggering. Off to the castle he goes!]

What?

[glaringprotego]

[She puts up a little fight but eventually props herself up a little to admire the view. Of his ass. And the ground.]

You're lucky I'm wearing pants, or you'd be scarring some poor students for life.

You know, I do believe your rearend is just as nice as before.

[polariity]

Hey, everyone hath to learn about the birdth and the beeth eventually. Hehheheh.

[Oh Di, you flatter him. Art would flush if he wasn't busy carrying you to the castle.]

I try my betht to thtay fit jutht for you.

[glaringprotego]

How cute, just fuuur me? [She's too busy grinning and admiring. SMIRK] And just what were you planning that would let them learn about the birds and the bees?