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Post by Haine on Nov 25, 2009 14:06:50 GMT -5
"Colours can't ... grow, right?" Anatole said eventually, slowly but surely regaining control of his vocabulary and at the same time somehow managing not to murder Godric. "Well," Godric started, honestly believing that there was no bigger amount of trouble that he could now be in, "When I did it, I only turned the walls and furniture orange. Now," he indicated the floor, "that's orange too and I certainly didn't make it that bright." Waitaminute. Godric had had an ingenius idea. "This was obviously the work of-" He stopped himself there, now staring at his feet. For a moment the Gryffindork had forgotten that they still didn't believe him about Salazar's squirrel army.
Quite amazingly, Anatole of all people was the calm one out of the three here. "I think that it would be more appropriate for the idiot" For he still could not say worse about his boss, no matter how many downright craptastic things that man did, "to at least attempt to correct it - or stop the colour spreading any further- before we plan the execution."
Godric, on the other hand, was once again not listening to Anatole's latest plan. Instead he was thinking up an answer for Rowena's other question. Why had he turned the astronomy tower orange in the first place? "...I don't know, really."
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Post by Dea on Dec 2, 2009 12:42:42 GMT -5
Rowena was still raving mad. Like, a little bit insane, a little bit annoyed.
"Godric fucking Gryffindor! Fix this! It is spreading, look!" She said, hopping and pointing at the door. The bright orange was creeping up the door.
Oh, Godric was going to pay.
"And don't. Fucking. Blame. The. Fucking. Squirrels." Jesus, she had to work on her language and start speaking like a lady.
Fuck it.
"Damn you Godric!"
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Post by Haine on Dec 13, 2009 13:30:10 GMT -5
"Come on Ro, swearing never solves anything. Neither does violence, just in case. Because right now you're probably- ok, definitely- wanting to hurt me, because you're doing that jump up and down thingy you do when you're reaaallly angry..." Godric stated, rapidly trying to save himself from the killer Ravenclaw. Yes, he was aware that he was rambling, yet little else could be done to prolong the attack, or at least a few near-murderous glares. "Well, of course I wasn't going to blame the squirrels, since neither of you believe in them."
Godric looked down, noticing that the orange was now spreading up Anatole's shoes. Anatole did not seem to have noticed. Trying to prolong death as long as possible, Godric saw no reason to tell him. Slowly he moved to the other side of the room, trying to look as if he was surveying the orange menace. In actual fact, Godric had moved to the space in the room where the orange had not yet covered the floor; a desperate attempt to try and save his own shoes.
Now all Godric had to do was try and fix it. "Deletrius!" He said semi-confidently, pointing at the floor. The orange shot back a tiny bit. Godric grinned triumphantly, turning to the other two. "Ta-daa?"
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