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Post by Prof. Eithne l'Keitha on Mar 11, 2006 9:49:46 GMT
Incendio!
Eithne set her goblet aflame and waited for the violently purple blaze to settle into her drink. Nothing like a Voldy-on-the-rocks to start the evening...
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Post by Ethelion Eriksson on Mar 11, 2006 9:56:17 GMT
Drinking a classic Merlin with Lemon Sake, Ethelion joined Eithne looking at her with a faint smile.
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Post by Prof. Eithne l'Keitha on Mar 11, 2006 10:08:27 GMT
"Hey there, stranger," Eithne looked up, smoke still curling above her drink. "Why so blue?"
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Post by Prof Octavious Everritt on Mar 11, 2006 10:18:12 GMT
Walking into the room, and brandishing out Muggle beer, he chanted with his wand and brought forth a large slab of ice to cool his drinks. He pushed it aside and placed his drinks inside of the a curve in it's top.
"Hello all." He said, popping the top of the muggle beer. He took a sip and enjoyed the bitter taste of the beer.
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Post by Ethelion Eriksson on Mar 11, 2006 17:35:50 GMT
(OOC: Sorry, fell asleep on comp last night. Party was amazing but the alcohol makes one shleepy.)
"Ah, no reason. History class is proving to be much more fun than I expected... and you, and you Eithne?" asked Ethelion, walking closer to her.
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Post by Prof. Eithne l'Keitha on Mar 12, 2006 6:44:13 GMT
She rolled her eyes at him. "You're very subtle."
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Post by Ethelion Eriksson on Mar 12, 2006 6:48:11 GMT
"Really, must be the drink. Too much merlin. How's your Voldie? I could never quite get the taste for it. What's in it?"
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Post by Prof. Eithne l'Keitha on Mar 12, 2006 6:49:27 GMT
"Not so subtle and not so keen on picking up subtlety," Eithne sighed to herself.
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Post by Ethelion Eriksson on Mar 12, 2006 6:58:15 GMT
"Why are Transfiguration teachers who happen to be able to turn things into anything so stiff?" sighed Prof. Ethelion under his breath. He took another sip of his drink.
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Post by Mandrake Black on Mar 12, 2006 22:39:28 GMT
Mandrake had a firewater in his hand. He then pulled out a hip flask full of Arabic beer and dumped some his firewater he took a drink feeling the numbing sensation. "So how is everyone?" asked Mandrake
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Post by Dr. Bunchington on Mar 16, 2006 19:57:21 GMT
Munchy slipped into the party hoping no one would notice for the time being, he wanted to get an idea of his fellow teachers before he started to socialise with them. He smiled as the weaved around the room all clutching their drinks. He took his own hip flask out of his robes and took a swig from it. It was his favourite muggle drink, czech plum brandy. It was not unusual for Munchy to be drinking. In fact he had once been repremanded by the minister for magic himself for the amount he drunk at a official function.
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Post by profdara on Mar 18, 2006 4:51:48 GMT
Dara walked in happily after teaching her class about Hippcampuses. She grabbed a glass and placed one of the scales at the bottom before filling the glass with rum and setting it alight. She smiled as she sipped the neon red drink.
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Post by mabelthegreat on Mar 19, 2006 10:50:10 GMT
Mabel squeezed herself through the door (large as she was) and sailed over to the drinks cabinet, where she poured herself a gin tooty-fruity (9parts gin to 1part fruit juice) and plonked herself down on one of the more sturdy-looking chintz sofas, her capracious buttocks spilling out over the edges.
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Post by Dr. Bunchington on Mar 19, 2006 13:05:07 GMT
'Mabel is it?' Munchy asked the magnificently built woman. 'Dr Bunchington at your sevice... Librarian. Head of Slytherin.' he took her hand and kissed it softly and rather politely.
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Post by mabelthegreat on Mar 19, 2006 16:58:35 GMT
"Mabel it is" Mabel replied to the monolith of a man that stood before her, slightly taken aback - but also slightly aroused - by the rather polite and soft kiss he had planted upon her dainty hoof. "Proffesseuse de Herbology" (ooc: once again, obviously french)
"I would invite you to take up a seat beside me, but as you can see, I'm slightly too large to share" Her cheeks turning scarlet
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