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Post by samanthacarlisle on Mar 5, 2006 4:09:28 GMT -5
Sam swished her way down the hall, up a few stairs, and down another corridor. Her dark robes were fanning out behind her as she turned corners, on a desperate mission to locate a particular room in the castle. She had been there so many times as a student, it shouldn't be very hard to find. Honestly, she probably would have rather the office been near the Hufflepuff commons; at least that way she wouldn't have gotten lost so easily.
She came to a stop in the middle of one hall, a puzzled look crossing her face. This wasn't where she wanted to be! Roxy's office was by no means on the sixth floor... perhaps she had been a little bit enthusiastic with her steps and had gone a bit too far. Her brows furrowed in frustration and she wished once more that one could apparate within the walls of the castle. It certainly would make for finding things a lot easier.
When she finally came to what had to be the office of Roxanne Ashford, Charms Professor and Hufflepuff House Head, Samantha came to a halt and hastily lifted her fingers to her hair, withdrawing a mirror she kept in a hidden pocket of her robes to make sure her 'do hadn't gotten too frazzled during the trip. Luckily only one or two hairs were out of place, and she quickly put them right with a flick of her wand. Not even bothering to knock on the door, Sam promptly pushed it open and stepped into...
By Merlin this was a mess. How in the heck did Roxy find anything in here? Upon letting herself in the entrance, Sam stepped cautiously over a pile of papers about a yard from the door. "...Roxy?" she called out, not seeing the woman anywhere within the premises, but knowing she must be there. Glancing down, Samantha picked up a piece of paper from a nearby shelf. "Is this an essay from two years ago?!?"
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Post by roxanneashford on Mar 5, 2006 20:47:26 GMT -5
Busy, Busy, Busy!
A million things to do and no time to do it, Roxanne's office was indeed more cluttered than usual. It was disasterous, really. Papers were practically flying around in a whirlwind, and it would probably only be a matter of time before the pens and other smaller office supplies would join in the whirlwind of clutter.
Sadly though, it was actually organized. Sort of. Well, alright...half way organized.
Roxanne didn't even hear Samantha calling through her office, that was how chaotic and cluttered her mind was at the moment. It wasn't until she heard her exclaim about something from two years ago, she picked a paper off her face and saw Samantha.
"Sammy-Sam-Sam!" Roxanne exclaimed, smiling in her direction. "Long time no see, you!"
She set all her work aside. Surely it could wait, it was Samantha Carlisle in her office, after all!
She looked to the essay in question. "Pft. What's your point?" she grinned, overly excited to see one of her best friends.
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Post by samanthacarlisle on Mar 6, 2006 2:48:08 GMT -5
There she was! Sam suddenly spotted Roxy hidden beneath a fluttering pile of papers and various objects on the other side of the room. Sputtering back a laugh, she waited for the woman to come across and greet her. The essay? Well, she really wasn't that surprised that it was probably (until she came along) in relatively the same spot as it had been two years prior, and rolled her eyes playfully at Roxy.
"Sammy-Sam-Sam!" Another roll of the eyes. Roxy was the only one who insisted on calling her "Sammy" half of the time, and there wasn't anything she could do to stop it. And Samantha had considered it many times, but there wasn't really any way to get Roxy back... not many funny names could be made with "Roxanne."
"Long time no see, you!"
"Yes, me," she replied, smiling. She took a moment to glance around the room again, then finally gave up as she was only causing herself stress from seeing many places she was itching to clean. The desk top, for one, was overly cluttered with all sorts of things, half of which didn't really need to be there in the first place. "Do you ever clean?" she asked, then remembered who she was talking to. Of course Roxy never cleaned. Well, she did, but it wasn't really what anyone else considered cleaning. Definately not what Sam considered cleaning. Roxy's idea of tidying a room consisted of moving piles of things to different areas, but still leaving them as 'piles of things.'
"Pft. What's your point?"
"Well..." it was no use arguing with one of her best friends over whether or not one should tidy up a room after two years. Especially since the essay she was holding really had no relevance to anything the woman was doing or teaching at the moment. Glancing down at it again, she re-read the title. The History of the Magical Molerat. Raising an eyebrow, she opened her mouth to say something, then changed her mind once she saw Roxy's excited face again. At least she didn't write the essay. Or did she? Sam didn't bother to look back at the piece of paper to see, and simply let go of it, allowing the essay to drift back down onto one of the 'strategically placed' piles on the floor.
Lifting her gaze once more back to Roxy, a wide grin spread across Samantha's face. "You...you have..." she put her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing so hard. Reaching out with her free hand, she picked a full row of staples out of Roxanne's hair. "Having problems keeping your hair in place?" she asked through giggles.
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Post by roxanneashford on Mar 11, 2006 12:52:03 GMT -5
((Sorry, dahling.))
"Do you ever clean?" she asked, then remembered who she was talking to.
"Pft. Yeah. Just yesterday I did! See!" she exclaimed, gestering around the room. "They're all in chronological order, too! See you start by the door, and that contains all the documents from my years here, and you work your way around the room, you eventually end up in my college years...all the term papers, text books, and then all the way around the room and on the other side of the door ends with the paperwork from just today, actually!" she smiled, very proud of her system.
She looked over to Samantha as she looked to the essay, and let it drop to the floor. "Hey! That was in a certain pile!"
She looked up to one of her curls that was dangling down, and blew it out of her face. She huffed a little when she pulled the staples out of her hair. "Well, at least I have pretty hair..." she said mumbling, before smiling wide as ever at her own comment.
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