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Post by brendan on Mar 31, 2006 20:00:39 GMT -5
((Ooc: ha! Now your going to have to deal with him in CAREER ADVICE! ROFLMAO! Posted as of, 5 minutes ago?))
Exactly... He thought to himself. He had another three months to find himself a field of interest. Thinking about it, that meant he was going to be spending a hell of alot more time in the library. Torture that library was. He preferred to venture out rather then sit around the the classroom. He returned the smile, and looked out the window. Snowing, again. Perfect. Another mound of snow to jump in, as long as he wasn't in the library.
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Banks Gallaudet
Wizard
Retired Professor
All the Pain held in Your hands are shaking Cold;;Your hands are Mine to hold
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Post by Banks Gallaudet on Mar 31, 2006 23:10:58 GMT -5
Banks stared into the fireplace, his thoughts traveling elsewhere. He finally looked up and around the room for a moment. A smirk covered his lips as he stood up and walked toward a neighboring couch. Moving it over a few feet, Banks looked down and chuckled. A large red, sprinkled with sparkles was revealed. That had remained there all those weeks- months since the paint fight.
Why he had just gotten up to look, he was not even sure. He could only gather that it was just another reassurance of home. It was all very random, and Banks could not even imagine what Brendan might have been thinking.
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Post by brendan on Apr 2, 2006 8:25:36 GMT -5
Oh, and Brendan was in a very mischievious indeed. As soon as Banks had his back turned on him, Brendan whiped out his wand. He was certain he wouldn't be able to do much with it, maybe scare him with sparks, but he was going to try something different. He whispered, "Tarantella..." Brendan was expecting for nothing to come out of his wand, but was immediatly surprised that something actually came out. Biting his bottom lip, he called out, "Oi! Sorry Professor! Didn't think that would work..." He smiled meekly, standing up with his normal hunched posture. With his posture came the fact that he couldn't see Banks...
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Banks Gallaudet
Wizard
Retired Professor
All the Pain held in Your hands are shaking Cold;;Your hands are Mine to hold
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Post by Banks Gallaudet on Apr 2, 2006 14:36:29 GMT -5
Banks was just about to turn around, when he saw the spell shoot at him. Within moments, the professor's leg began to shake-no, dance. Uncontrollably at that.
"Brendan! You - do - not test your - abilities on - professors!" he said. Trying to get his hand into his pocket and grasp his wand, Banks found it a little harder than he expected.
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Post by brendan on Apr 10, 2006 21:26:46 GMT -5
[ooc: NEITHER CAN I! And with permission from Carina of course. Thats why this took so long.. sorry]
Conviently a young, quite cute firstie walked down the stairs at the time that Brendan cast the spell. Wide-eyed, she tossed her curls back as she watched, amused as the teacher danced uncontrolably. She stuffed her knuckles in her mouth, and pulled out her wand. Her best subject being charms, and she was a bit above her age. She waved her wand silently, making Banks stop his dancing. Giggling, she ran back up to the Girl's Dorms.
Brendan by this time had been standing up in almost horror. He lied, "I was aiming for the first year... she has been getting at me every day, and I wanted to get her back you see...." He allowed the sentence to trail as he strolled over to the Professor biting his bottom lip. Brendan failed to see the many loopholes in his responce however as he too stuffed his knuckles to his mouth to keep him from bursting out in laughter.
Brendan was really glad to have such an open house with everyone perhaps overly friendly. He would probably get detention, but that would truly be a laugh.
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