At first I was alone, I was petrified

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WHO: Teachers
TONE: Worse than yesterday
RATING: PG13-R
WHEN: Thursday June 28th
WHERE: Common Room
WHAT: It's a night of relaxing for some fun karaoke and drinks
STATUS: On going


[The teachers deserve a break, for some reason, and Dumbledore decided to go with something a bit more muggle. A karaoke station is set up, full of cheesy songs that will only embarrass you. There are an array of costumes on a rack if you're feeling adventurous with your musical career. Go ahead, do it, none of the teachers would ever admit to being too afraid to sing.]

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[grandhighwizard]

[Delightful.] Do you take requests?

[wwistful]

Pssssh. I don't just go singin' no song for nobody!

[The longest pause of drunk consideration.] Whazza song?

[grandhighwizard]

'White Rabbit', by Jefferson Airplane, if you're familiar with it.

Feeeeed your heeeeeeead

[wwistful]

[He taps his feet on the ground as he considers it. Yes, he's actually aware of that song. Even as a pureblood, he was growing up at a time when muggle music was as enticing as drugs, drinking and generally rebelling.

He shuts his eyes as if that's going to help him remember the lyrics before he starts crooning.]

One piiiiiill makes you largerrrrr an' one pill makes you smaaaaaall. An' the onesss that mother gives yooooou, don't do anythiiiiin' at aaaall.

A surprisingly challenging song to karaoke!

[grandhighwizard]

[Rhys doesn't even bother hiding his expression - he grins, wide and pleased. He's older than almost all the other professors, and is one of the only ones who can personally remember the 60s in great detail. He was a young adult then, living in Cardiff, mingling with wizards and muggles alike, and in some ways, it was a high point of his life, before everything went strange.

But even with those brilliant, halcyon memories, it's still wonderfully amusing to see the normally uptight DADA professor singing one of the great Muggle odes to drugs and excess. To expanding your mind, something Donoghue seemed so reluctant to do.

Rhys begins thumping his hands on the table in time with the drumbeat that would be part of the song, a steady, martial beat, as he watches the younger man.]

esp when drunk

[wwistful]

[Murdoc is getting very into this, but he seems to have forgotten a lot of the lyrics. At least the slurring seems to cover this up quite a bit. He somehow makes his way through the song, swaying in time to Rhys' beat.]

REEEEEEEMEMBEEEEEERRRRRR what the doormouse saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaid! FEED YOUR HEEEEEAD, FEED. YOUR. HEEEEEEEEEEEAD.

[grandhighwizard]

[At the end of it, Rhys claps considerably more enthusiastically, grinning.] I'm surprised you even know that, being a pureblood and a bit young, besides.

[wwistful]

[And now he's back to lounging over his chair.] M'dad liked muggle music-- cor! You're as old as my Pa would be. You're ancient!

[grandhighwizard]

As the bones of the world, my lad. [amused] Is your own father dead, is that why you're so touchy about that particular diminutive?

[wwistful]

You've aged...[Excuse him while he hiccups.] beautifully.

[He frowns a little as he brings up that subject and makes it pretty obvious that he is very touchy about it.] Yes. Quite some time ago, actually. You mean lad? Ha! No. It's just condescendin' comin' from someone so tall.

[grandhighwizard]

[snorts] If it helps, I call everyone at least thirty years my junior that, regardless of height. I didn't know you were touchy about that kind of thing - I admit, I wouldn't have guessed that about you.

[wwistful]

Pretty sure everybody in this place is thirty years your junior.

[grandhighwizard]

Not true at all. [Iroh is older, and so is Dumbledore, of course.] Though there asre quite a few younger teachers, I must agree. It seems as though some sort of statement is being made. They never would have hired someone barely twenty, when I was a student here.

[smirks] But I can see it's made the place so much more ... lively.

[wwistful]

True enough!

[He scoffs.] Lively is one word for it! Don'tcha ever worry that we're all...terrible teachers?

[grandhighwizard]

Well, most of you are. [calmly, shrugging] There's nothing to worry about it, it's just a fact.

[wwistful]

[He slumps over his chair because that was a huge mood kill.] That's a horrible feelin'.

[grandhighwizard]

If it helps, you are one of the more competent instructors. You simply need to learn to control your mouth and your temper a bit better, as sad a day as that will be for me.

[wwistful]

I am? [He brightens a little before sinking back down.] Don't tell me what do to...to do.

[grandhighwizard]

I'm not telling you, I'm offering some friendly advice, lad. You'll do as you please, I'm sure, as I'm not an attractive woman telling you what to do. [smirks]

[wwistful]

Whazzat meant to mean? [Oooh, that's harsh Rhys.] I'm sure you clean up nice.

[grandhighwizard]

[Rhys's laughter often has a sort of undertone to it that says he's laughing very much at the person he's speaking to, but this time it's just genuine amusement in his chuckle.] Very kind of you to say so, though I'm not sure what you imagine 'cleaned up' is.

[wwistful]

[He stares at Rhys for a long moment.] I honestly couldn't imagine you'd look all too good in a dress.

[grandhighwizard]

I have been told I don't have the figure for it, no. [serenely] Even when I was a lad myself.

[wwistful]

Were you always that



big?

[grandhighwizard]

I grew up on a farm and hit my growth spurt rather young. Though obviously I didn't reach my adult height right away. [raises an eyebrow] You do seem fascinated with my size, Donoghue. Why is that?