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Post by Henry the Imp on Jan 31, 2007 17:42:28 GMT 10
Henry was doing, as Henry likes to do. Which was, for the moment at least, hanging from the rafters in the Headmaster’s office. He felt rather at home in this room of the school. More so then any others though he became vastly aware that he was just about the only living being in the Manor that had access to every single room. And yet of all the rooms he could bother people in, it always fell back on this one being his favourite.
It was Wednesday evening and Elwyn was out having dinner in the Golden Hall with the rest of the school. Henry on the other hand seemed to find no interest in food tonight, which in itself should have been cause for alarm. Henry liked to eat, he knew he didn’t need to eat, but it was worth it just to see the ghosts gawking at him as he consumed food when he knew full and well they could not.
Tonight he was not interested in food though. For the past week he had been keeping an eye over Elwyn’s shoulder watching him writing out wage cheques for the teachers in the school. Now Henry knew it was none of his business to know how much each teacher was worth individually, though he had also decided he had a moral obligation to let all the teachers know how much their colleagues were worth, moreover how much more then they perhaps were.
“Swinging swinging, swinging, that’s all I is doing, says I” he chanted as he remained in the rafters, his legs were hooked around them and he had been dangling precariously from the ceiling for a good half an hour. His face was beginning to go pink for being upside so long, but he would not dare make a rush for Elwyn’s desk without being one hundred percent positive no one was about.
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Post by Elouise Sullivan on Feb 13, 2007 20:06:17 GMT 10
Elouise walked into the Headmasters office after knocking at the door. The headmaster was not actually at the dinner, which was currently being conducted in the Golden Hall, and Elouise had sought him out to have a discussion regarding some personal matters she wished to address with him. However as she walked into the office, she knew he was not here either. He had not summoned her to enter when she knocked so she knew he was not present.
“Sir?” she asked knowing it was futile as she walked into the office seeing no one else present.
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Post by Henry the Imp on Feb 18, 2007 17:26:51 GMT 10
Henry grinned and slipped down onto the ground behind the door, he transformed very quietly and came out from behind the door in sweeping robes of emerald and gold, “My dear child, what brings you to my office at this time of the evening,” Henry said through a mouth that was entirely looking like Elwyn Emerindyl’s, he was very good at mocking the voice as well, one of the benefits of spending so much time with the old emerald man.
“Shouldn’t you be down with the other kiddies – er I mean other student body enjoying yet another sumptuous feast prepared by the ‘ouse elves?” he said slipping on the word House. He was never good with H’s except when saying his own name.
“Quickly now, I haven’t got all night,”
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Post by Elouise Sullivan on Feb 26, 2007 6:21:16 GMT 10
Elouise looked a little shocked when Professor Emerindyl came out from behind the door. Was this normal behaviour for him to be lurking behind doors? Surely not, especially when she had been calling through the door to see if anyone was here, at the very least she might have expected him to answer… though Professor Emerindyl was getting on in years, and she thought it might be possible his eccentricity was finally kicking in.
“I’ve already eaten enough for the day, sir, I wasn’t hungry,” she said not liking the term kiddies and wondering why he used it, it didn’t seem like him, and when the familiar dropping of the h in front of ‘house’ occurred, Elouise felt suddenly that someone had turned a light on inside her mind.
”Ah but of course,” she said smiling and looking at what she was supposed to believe was Professor Emerindyl, how could Henry expect her to believe him, well, she would certainly play along, “Professor, you know, I cant help it anymore,” she said flinging her arms around him, “I love you! I always have! Be mine?!”
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Post by Henry the Imp on Mar 12, 2007 19:25:27 GMT 10
There was a whooshing sound as Henry’s form changed from that of his master to that of which he was accustomed to in the company of others and when alone. He could smell a liar from a mile away and knew at once that Elouise had realised it was him and not Elwyn, he didn’t like people who were hard to fool and he had been trying to fool Elouise for the longest time.
“Get off me,” he grunted in a harsh little whispering yell as he pushed her away with his grubby little hands purposely leaving a mark on her uniform around the point of her hips.
“Ickle Goddykins wont like that, will her?” Henry grinned as he pounced with cat-like agility from the ground to the top level of one of the bookshelves. Turning he looked down on her moping.
“Wut do you want, he’s not here anyway,” he grunted looking at her lazily through his big brown eyes. He was quite tempted to throw a book at her and while he could normally stop himself from doing things when he could get in trouble for, this time he was willing to make an exception.
His aim was true, and caught her in the face.
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Post by Elouise Sullivan on Mar 23, 2007 15:53:39 GMT 10
((Thanks for not letting me dodge the book, no really, thanks))
Elouise grinned when she saw that he understood his ruse was useless and watching him pounce away. She was a little surprised to be caught by the book he had thrown at her as she had anticipated just such an attack and normally would have been out of the way by the time it met her. Though this did not make her feel too bad, even though it would likely bruise later.
“Such a pleasure to see you to,” she smiled as she whipped out her wand and cursed his arms and legs so that they lost their grip and he toppled off the top of the bookcase and on the ground. She then picked up the same book that he threw and her and dropped it on his big fat pointy nose.
“Well that might teach you some manners,” she said to him as she picked up the book, careful that it did not have any marks on it before she tapped it with her wand and it flew back up to where it was supposed to be on the bookshelf. She didn’t think Professor Emerindyl would approve of her or Henry using the book as a weapon, all the same though, he was not here and she had not caused the book any harm.
“What are you doing in here anyway Imp?” she said to him, knowing that he would be in the office fore no other reason then to cause mischief. Why else would he be in here alone?
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Post by Henry the Imp on Mar 25, 2007 8:09:06 GMT 10
Henry chuckled. Elouise should have known you cannot go up against a thoroughly magical being such as him and expect to win. The imp she had impaled with the book was nothing more then a shadow of Henry, whom was now cackling in the rafters. He wanted her to kow that he had yet again gotten one over on her. He was still cackling when he looked down at her with nothing but glee on his face. He wasn’t going to tell her what he had been doing, it was none of her business.
“What are you doing here more like it.” He demanded of her from where he was. The shadow of himself on the ground disappeared as dust and he continued to look down at her with nothing short of glee on his face, “You is the intruder,” he said to her knowing that she had upset his happy little plan.
He chucked another book at her for good measure, though this time he missed and the book sailed through the air and landed on Emerindyl’s high backed chair behind his desk. He cackled madly and prepared to throw another.
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Post by Elouise Sullivan on Apr 21, 2007 14:23:44 GMT 10
“I don’t have to answer to you,” she sent the Imp a sour look that would not have been welcomed by any other person, though she knew that with this Imp there was only one way to get through, she would dance around the subject until he tired of her. Which she hoped would be soon as she didn’t like being in the Professor’s office knowing that he was not in there with her, something about being caught somewhere she wouldn’t be, and alone too.
The Imp didn’t count.
“But because I am feeling generous, I’ll tell you,” she said as she inched closer to the door, “Actually, you know what? I change my mind, bye!” and with that she stepped out of the office and let the door snap shut behind her.
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