Post by Damian Piper on Jan 15, 2008 22:06:05 GMT -5
...one must find something more flashy to lob at someone's head.
It had begun mostly with simple boredom, fueled by an odd but unquestioned need to disfigure something, and the lack of having a mortal target around larger than a screech owl. What it was now with fifteen minutes past was the need to claim the head of the Headmistress' gargoyle, the lack of a sufficient method to manage such a feat, and Damian's brain running near empty on ideas. He'd tried pulling, shoving, yelling, begging, kicking (repeatedly), cursing, banging, hexing, jinxing, and pretty much everything basic. Next on the list was explosives but he wasn't all too certain on just how to get those, yet alone just how to use them without turning himself into a literal bloody mess.
After that, well, it would require research and he would probably lose interest very fast simply because mortal souls inhabited the library of Hogwarts on a regular basis. They generally slept, snored and practically begged to be mocked or become belittled and he had no qualms with granting either request. For now however the sixth year took a step back, to an outsider it would appear to be an odd dysfunction of his general snobbish nature, to him it was a temporary goal that until he got bored of trying; he would try his hardest to accomplish. If he succeeded he had a new paperweight, if not chances were he'd have a months worth of detention, a handful of cat scratch equivalents and a frustrated/seething brain repeatedly screaming at him to sod off.
He could live with either outcome in the end, he wouldn't really prefer the latter but he could live with it. Right now, he wanted that head for a paperweight and that was the end of the matter. Besides, the thing looked right ugly as a whole statue anyway.
"Hm...could just buy the thing and dismember it later...but a sledge, a chisel and a silencing charm might work too...it will take longer but it beats everything else I've been futilely trying..." Came the voice of the boy who probably could probably simply buy the gargoyle off of Raynor for some amount of galleons. But where really was the conquest if he bought it? Was there even one to consider if she allowed such a thing? The school needed another sport besides quidditch and gobstones, and something told Damian that Raynor wouldn't buy the idea of a property defacing club with a blank check...
he didn't know why though. Oh well, best go find that chisel...
(Raynor/Open)
It had begun mostly with simple boredom, fueled by an odd but unquestioned need to disfigure something, and the lack of having a mortal target around larger than a screech owl. What it was now with fifteen minutes past was the need to claim the head of the Headmistress' gargoyle, the lack of a sufficient method to manage such a feat, and Damian's brain running near empty on ideas. He'd tried pulling, shoving, yelling, begging, kicking (repeatedly), cursing, banging, hexing, jinxing, and pretty much everything basic. Next on the list was explosives but he wasn't all too certain on just how to get those, yet alone just how to use them without turning himself into a literal bloody mess.
After that, well, it would require research and he would probably lose interest very fast simply because mortal souls inhabited the library of Hogwarts on a regular basis. They generally slept, snored and practically begged to be mocked or become belittled and he had no qualms with granting either request. For now however the sixth year took a step back, to an outsider it would appear to be an odd dysfunction of his general snobbish nature, to him it was a temporary goal that until he got bored of trying; he would try his hardest to accomplish. If he succeeded he had a new paperweight, if not chances were he'd have a months worth of detention, a handful of cat scratch equivalents and a frustrated/seething brain repeatedly screaming at him to sod off.
He could live with either outcome in the end, he wouldn't really prefer the latter but he could live with it. Right now, he wanted that head for a paperweight and that was the end of the matter. Besides, the thing looked right ugly as a whole statue anyway.
"Hm...could just buy the thing and dismember it later...but a sledge, a chisel and a silencing charm might work too...it will take longer but it beats everything else I've been futilely trying..." Came the voice of the boy who probably could probably simply buy the gargoyle off of Raynor for some amount of galleons. But where really was the conquest if he bought it? Was there even one to consider if she allowed such a thing? The school needed another sport besides quidditch and gobstones, and something told Damian that Raynor wouldn't buy the idea of a property defacing club with a blank check...
he didn't know why though. Oh well, best go find that chisel...
(Raynor/Open)