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Professor Dennis Creevey (thereheis) wrote in ecorridor_rpg,
@ 2009-04-24 20:49:00

Who: Prof Creevey + Prof DeBura
What: Hears a knock at his office door
When: Late Friday night, after students should be in bed.
What: G. They're professors! Nothing ever goes higher than PG-13

It was late by any standards. The sun had long set, he had done his rounds to make sure all of students were safely in the dormitories, and today's staff meeting had concluded with him being bestowed the lovely position of drafting a plan of action to ensure journal security amongst the student network. On one hand, he was quite glad that his suggestion was being taken into account and he felt proud that he was taking a direct role in ensuring student safety, but on the other hand, it was extra paperwork that he probably was going to wait until the last minute to do. Sometimes, he procrastinated more than his students did.

But he couldn't procrastinate on student safety. Before he went to bed, he wanted to at LEAST come up with some kind of outline. A short one. Maybe a sentence or so. Hopefully. Professor Creevey had been at his mess of a desk for some time now when there was a knock at his door as he was aimlessly levitating a miniature Quaffle around above his head, his parchment quite empty in front of him, and his quill limp on top of it.

Taken aback by the sound, the quaffle dropped with a lazy plop onto the floor beside his books and miniature dragons. Scrambling to put his quill in his hand and feign that he had been working, he mumbled a hasty, "Come in! Come in. I'm here."

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debura_potions
2009-04-25 11:49 am UTC (link)

So rarely did Professor DeBura ascend from the dungeons during the night, outside of making her rounds, that she found the act entirely foreign to her. Hungry, and with a natural aversion to being lazy, the Potion Mistress had wound her way up the staircases until she found herself tickling a pear. In response to the portrait's movements, house elf hands quickly pulled on the hem of her robes until she was tucked securely in the middle of the kitchen with a large hunk of bread and another sizable piece of pumpkin tart; which she ate completely, not entirely willing to put the elves' hard work to waste, while the little elves chattered away at her in excitement.

With a thank you far too long later, she was on her way again, prepared to descend back into the stony coolness of her living quarters, but her feet had a mind of their own (or her mind had taken a different course, one focused on the discussion of the professors earlier that night) and she walked briskly until she stood before the door of her colleague's office and knocked sharply but with considerate care.

While Professor Creevey had brought up the topic of journal safety during the meeting, therefore securing it as his problem to deal with it, DeBura was not one to let the wellbeing of students rest solely on the shoulders of one man, despite his eagerness to tackle the problem. Besides, she had a fair idea of where he was coming from and felt that another mind working on the puzzle would secure its completion.

At the distinct sound a hurried mumble, she shook her head absently and pushed the door open. Catching sight of him, DeBura's eyebrows arched with interest, "Are you busy?"

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thereheis
2009-04-26 04:29 am UTC (link)

Dennis kept his eyes at the door as he scribbled onto the parchment, anticipating that it would be the janitor imploring him to go to bed. Secretly, he hoped it would be a student. Although he knew that if it were a student knocking at his door they would be breaking the curfew rule, he wanted to a distraction from the paperwork. The staff meeting had ended long ago and he was becoming restless in his seat, frustrated with his writer's block.

But it was neither a student nor the janitor. He put down his quill as Professor DeBura entered his office. He set the parchment aside.

"Oh. Annaliese. I was just working on a draft of the plan," he sat up. "What are you doing up so late? Has something happened?"

	debura_potions 2009-05-12 09:42 am UTC (link)
	Checking the time herself, Annaliese suppressed the quirk of an eyebrow, she had not realized that it was this late. Giving him a slight nod, she began to stand, "It is late indeed. I'll give the topic some more thought later in the morning, and we'll continue this at lunch." Before she walked to the door, Annaliese added, "I think we've come off to a good start." (Reply to this) (Parent)