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Post by Fiona Faine on Jan 3, 2007 22:34:50 GMT -5
"Bloxam! Oh, Bloxam darling! Are you in there, sweetums?" cooed a false, sweet voice. Knuckled rapped across the heavy oak wood again as Fiona leaned in to press her ear against the door. Was he even home at the moment? Or just trying to avoid her?
"Honey, I hope you're not taking a bubble bath without me!" the Headmistress exclaimed, sounding throughly shocked and somewhat hurt. "Big boy, are you in there?" she called out again, a twinkle sparkling mischievously in her deep blue eyes.
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Post by bloxam on Jan 4, 2007 13:42:48 GMT -5
A trickle of sweat rushed down Bloxam's forehead and dripped off of his chin. Merlin, this was worse than an eighties horror film; scary beyond belief for its time and graphics so horrid that it was grotesque. The one main difference between that and his current predicament? He could turn off such a film with a simple click of a remote. Fiona was a much harder beast to deal with.
And that was why he was currently hiding behind the thick window curtains at the rear of his desk. Though it wasn't a very effective hide-out. His head perked over the top and his massive feet stuck out at the bottom. What? Slytherins were never noted for their bravery and humility? He could deal with that -- just as long as that not-thick-enough door stayed between him and Miss-Pucker-Up.
The knocking continued, as did the cooing. Persistent hag. Not that he didn't like hags -- they ate children after all -- but this hag would as soon as eat him as one of the first years. Big paycheck. Yes, this job had a nice little paycheck. Thats what made it bearable... she was still cooing.
Groaning, the hulking man side-stepped from his hide-out and smooth his hair over with a hand. She would probably knock the door down before long and it was better to face her before then than to let her have the amusement of finding him in such a position.
The hand went to the door knob. Where was his mummy when he needed her? The knob twisted, the door squeaked...
"Fiona! Cupcake! Have you been out here all this time?" He asked with a flash of his most charming grins. "A bubble bath without you, sugar plum? I wouldn't dare. Just sprinkling in the last of the lavender for your arrival."
He didn't like that glint in those large blue eyes.
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Post by Fiona Faine on Jan 5, 2007 1:11:20 GMT -5
Pleased, though somewhat surprised that the door was answered so quickly (chicken most likely HAD been hiding for dear life before thinking better of it), the Headmistress flashed her pearly whites up at him, looking for all the world absolutely delighted to be face to face with him. Well, at his height it was more like face to chest. Not even heels would help that.
Lavender! Blegh, Fiona scoffed silently. It's a good thing Bloxam was only kidding otherwise she'd have to gag more than she already was trying not to by calling him pet names.
Fiona reached up to pat his cheek. "No no, I was just stopping by to see how you were doing," she explained as she brushed past him and made herself comfortable in one of the sofa chairs. More like harass him for her own entertainment. Yes, okay, so she derived pleasure from his pain. Call her sadistic, but it was fun nonetheless!
"Are you busy tonight?"
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