Red Pill

[innocent_insanity]

Who: Kurloz and Rhys
Tone: Edgy, just a tad creepy knowing these two
Rating: PG-15+ most likely due to subject matter
When: After the Shadow event 
Where: Dungeons 
What: Rhys made Kurloz an offer. Kurloz took some time to make a choice.

Kurloz wasn't too sure it was such a good idea for him to go through with this, but there he stood outside one Professor Rhys Rhydderch's office, staring at the door before lifting a hand to knock slowly. He desperately wished he'd worn his full-makeup today - if only for it to serve as something to hide his nerves behind. As it was, he stood there in his uniform that he was beginning to notice was getting a bit small (he made a mental note to Owl his mum about it later), satchel slung over a shoulder, his trusted quill and notebook ready for communication.

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[innocent_insanity]

With the beginnings of a cheeky smile, Kurloz asked:

how many inches are you up and expecting from me, sir?

Shaking his head, he dropped the attitude and got out his wand, watching Rhys curiously and expectantly.

[grandhighwizard]

Rhys returned the amused look, arching an eyebrow. "As many as it takes, Mr. Makara, as ever." He would never punish a student for a joke ... unless it was a very bad one.

The big man demonstrated the motion, first, a sort of swooping curl, much like an embellished cursive loop, in writing. Then, "The incantation is Perscribo mentis. Make sure you have a quill and ink handy, or the charm either won't work, or will use whatever is nearby, including a classmate's supplies."

[innocent_insanity]

Kurloz watched attentively at the demonstration, practicing the wand movement first. He smiled at the mention of classmate's supplies, making note to try it out later next to some of the more annoying students.

He finally cast the spell and beamed when his quill dipped itself in the ink before standing poised on the paper. It began to write as he thought out:

now that is motherfucking awesome

uh

guess a brother needs to be more careful about what he thinks when up and casting that spell huh? :o(

He rubbed the back of his head, embarrassed at the slip-up.

[grandhighwizard]

"Never on my account, m'bach," Rhys said, with genial amusement. "Remember what I told you? I would expect you to show your respect for my position in ways other than not using crude language. Swearing is not something I'll object to, at least in here."

He examined the clown face with interest, though he hid it. There was another boy who used the same little faces, wasn't there? Ah, yes, the other Makara. Hm, the two boys did look a little alike, too, though they acted very differently. Perhaps they were related somehow? That seemed the most likely, considering.

[innocent_insanity]

He ducked his head and smiled shyly at that, rubbing the back of his head as he glanced up at Rhys.

yes sir.

should a brother get his move on and leave you in some right and proper quiet peace now?

[grandhighwizard]

The professor nodded, but gestured at the paper he'd given Kurloz. "Keep that. If you need to contact me outside of the classroom or office, you can use it," he explained. It wasn't an offer he made to any other student, but the Slytherin had protege potential. Perhaps it was too early to put so much on the boy ... but he was doing it nonetheless, and he wouldn't question his instincts now.

[innocent_insanity]

Kurloz blinked with surprise at that and found himself grinning widely.

thank you so fucking much! this here brother will take good motherfucking care of it!

It shouldn't have made him that happy but... there was something nice about knowing he could contact this strange professor to whom he had an equally strange connection to when necessary.

He took the page and slipped it between two books in his bag to keep it from getting crumpled, then tossed his book in followed by the ink bottle and quill.

[grandhighwizard]

"I'll expect you here next Tuesday at seven in the evening. I imagine our next lesson will be a little longer, so anticipate being out late," the professor instructed, though he smiled back at the boy's enthusiasm. Once more he was reminded of himself at that age.

This had the potential to be a great deal of fun.

[innocent_insanity]

Kurloz nodded enthusiastically and stood, flapping his hand in the sign for 'good bye' while mouthing the words, turning to show himself out.

No one could blame him for that little bounce in his step, really.