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rust mikhall paradis	Posted: May 16 2008, 08:30 PM .quote
history of magic Group: professor Posts: 11 Member No.: 7 Joined: 14-May 08	Date: Monday, September 13th, 1976 Class: History of Magic, 12:00 PM Weather: Cloudy with light breezes So fed up, what's with the scenes? Observe and leave instead. This pity wagon penetrates my skin. So sensitive, makes me sick. There are a lot of pleasant ways to wake up in the morning. The birds chirping. The smell of coffee and bacon, wafting up from your kitchen. Perhaps a lover, sprinkling kisses across your chest. However. One of those pleasant ways is not having an ornery kitten pounce on your face, and start scratching, at some mad attempt to rise you from the dead. Rust groaned, and rolled over, bringing his cat with him, who quickly pounced onto his back, and hissed. “Pretend I’m dead, Tanis.” The jumbled words came from the pillow our dear history of magic professor currently had his face snuggled into. But the feline refused to be thwarted. Huffing, she walked up and down his spine, wailing, like some mad banshee in heat, before he finally jumped up and glared at her. “Okay! I get it! I’m awake! What the Hell do you want from me?” Of course, once her task was accomplished, the animal simply purred, smugly, and loped off to annoy someone else. Hoping that she decided to toy with a blood-thirsty canine, Rust glanced over at the clock. Huh. 11:19. He’d been asleep exactly three hours before he was so rudely awaken. Yawning wide enough that he heard his jaw crack, Rust stumbled into the bathroom, and threw the shower curtain open. As with everything else in Beauxbatons, the tiles were eerily shiny. Like someone spent an hour, each night, with a tub of bleach, polishing them. Which Rust couldn’t say he agreed with. The idea that someone was cleaning up after him- especially in his bathroom- was both disturbing and embarrassing. He was a grown man, after all. Of course, there was no use arguing it with the school committee. They were adamant that ‘one of Beauxbatons most prestigious traditions was the cleanliness of the atmosphere, in both physical and mental dynamics’. Bull. Sure, the place shined like the top of the Chrysler building. But if anyone thought the minds of the students were that pure, they needed some serious re-evaluation time. Twisting the hot water knob, all the way to the right, and inching the cold water knob just a wee bit over, Rust toed off his black and white socks. Standing, he pulled his black shirt over his head, and tossed it onto the floor. After discarding his boxers, the nineteen year old slipped under the burning hot water, clenching his fists as he did so. Supposedly, he should be thankful that the stupid cat had woken him up. After all, otherwise, he would have missed his afternoon class, and probably been fired. (After all, the academy had a reputation to uphold. And a teacher missing his own class was certainly not part of that reputation.) But, quite the contrary, he was starting to wish he had missed his class. The students were divided into two categories in his mind; the ones who wanted to do him, and the ones who wanted to make his life a living Hell. Neither was an emotion he wanted to release in them. Finished showering, he turned the water off, and jumped out, toweling off with one of the pure, white, fluffy towels that kind of felt like molesting a cloud. Not that he would know from experience… Anyways. Rust pulled on a pair of pinstripe pants, a white wife beater, a pinstripe vest, and a black fedora. After assuring himself that he looked fine, the professor stepped out of his bedroom, into the adjoined office. A very bare, unused office, at that. He did most of his work inside his bedroom. The office was used only for meetings with the students, or their parents. Walking out a large door in his office, he stepped into the classroom. No one was there. Of course not. What kind of freak showed up early for history of magic? Well, besides him… Beyond the point. Sitting down at his desk, he yawned once more, and then tried his very best to look professional… and failed, per usual.
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