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sortinghat_logs2012-11-30 11:00 pm
rule_britannia) wrote in sortinghat_logs2012-11-30 11:00 pm
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Two are better than one;
WHO: Arthur Kirkland and James Moriarty
TONE: General
RATING: G
WHEN: Night of November 30th
WHERE: Slytherin common room
WHAT: Two insomniacs walk into a dungeon...
STATUS: Ongoing
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It was another night of poor sleep for Arthur Kirkland, and the early hours found him awake and in the common room, sitting on the floor in front of the largest fireplace, trying very hard to turn a teapot into.. something else. His wand had always had this odd inclination to turning things into teapots, or things that resembled teapots, whenever he made an attempt at Transfiguration. His consistent refusal to admit to the possibility that he was actually the root of the problem and not his occasionally temperamental wand was one of his more obvious failings when it came to the class. It had only been through a lot of hard work that he'd been able to continue it past his fifth year.
Hard work and a hell of a lot of stubbornness on his part.
Arthur leaned back against the chair behind him, folded his arms across his chest and scowled at the teapot - which, upon closer inspection, actually also looked a little like a slipper - as if it had committed some grievous wrong against him. He set his wand down, rubbed both hands over his face and slumped.
"This is stupid," he grumbled.
TONE: General
RATING: G
WHEN: Night of November 30th
WHERE: Slytherin common room
WHAT: Two insomniacs walk into a dungeon...
STATUS: Ongoing
---
It was another night of poor sleep for Arthur Kirkland, and the early hours found him awake and in the common room, sitting on the floor in front of the largest fireplace, trying very hard to turn a teapot into.. something else. His wand had always had this odd inclination to turning things into teapots, or things that resembled teapots, whenever he made an attempt at Transfiguration. His consistent refusal to admit to the possibility that he was actually the root of the problem and not his occasionally temperamental wand was one of his more obvious failings when it came to the class. It had only been through a lot of hard work that he'd been able to continue it past his fifth year.
Hard work and a hell of a lot of stubbornness on his part.
Arthur leaned back against the chair behind him, folded his arms across his chest and scowled at the teapot - which, upon closer inspection, actually also looked a little like a slipper - as if it had committed some grievous wrong against him. He set his wand down, rubbed both hands over his face and slumped.
"This is stupid," he grumbled.