Post by Cashew Dumbledorable on Jul 14, 2006 6:19:46 GMT
((OOC: Referring to the events of the threads 'Kiss My Ass Algernon' and 'Accio Doom' as seen at the Lake and Forest, respectively.))
"Oh dreadful!" Cashew, hogwart's premier and most talented healer exclaimed, her wand having prompty been torn from her grasp only moments before by the pull of a summoning. She had been working on her latest and most excellent batch of Get RID of Ever Amazing Telepath when her wand took flight and crashed through her darling picture window, sending shards of glass in to her so carefully arranged office and thus ruining the delicate and so sensitive G.R.E.A.T. charms which she would surely never be able to reconstitute. They were, afterall, very very complex and Cashew never wrote anything down anyway.
She liked to liken herself to great artists in this respect. Everything came in went of great flurries of inspiration.
Anyhow, with her invention ruined and her magic wand gone, Cashew decided something must be done. Namely, to find the culprits who had stolen her most fantastic magical artifact and destroyed her most brilliant and functional innovation yet, in order to inflict grievous bodily harm upon them. She would use potions she decided. Fabulously colored ones, she concluded a moment later. "How in the world will we ever rid the forbidden forest of the most evil super mind to have taken up residence in recent history?" Cashew wondered aloud to no one in particular. Dumbledorable had taken her position here with the school to accomplish just that and now it seemed to have been made impossible without her magnificent wand or superb series of charms that would surely have saved the school.
She would simply give up, she decided after many thoughtful and pouty expressions.
Grabbing her satchel of incredibly dangerous and yet truly fabulous potions, Cashew set off to defeat and punish whatever great evil had stolen her wand and inadvertantly insured the continued presence of the dangerous psychic force within the forest.
But maybe, first, she would treat herself to a short nap under her desk? A small sip of brandy? Ciggarettes flavored by cloves and nutmeg?
Cashew Dumbledorable was an incredibly alluring, always stunning but easily distracted woman on a mission. The mission of her life she would answer if anyone asked.
No one asked.
"Oh dreadful!" Cashew, hogwart's premier and most talented healer exclaimed, her wand having prompty been torn from her grasp only moments before by the pull of a summoning. She had been working on her latest and most excellent batch of Get RID of Ever Amazing Telepath when her wand took flight and crashed through her darling picture window, sending shards of glass in to her so carefully arranged office and thus ruining the delicate and so sensitive G.R.E.A.T. charms which she would surely never be able to reconstitute. They were, afterall, very very complex and Cashew never wrote anything down anyway.
She liked to liken herself to great artists in this respect. Everything came in went of great flurries of inspiration.
Anyhow, with her invention ruined and her magic wand gone, Cashew decided something must be done. Namely, to find the culprits who had stolen her most fantastic magical artifact and destroyed her most brilliant and functional innovation yet, in order to inflict grievous bodily harm upon them. She would use potions she decided. Fabulously colored ones, she concluded a moment later. "How in the world will we ever rid the forbidden forest of the most evil super mind to have taken up residence in recent history?" Cashew wondered aloud to no one in particular. Dumbledorable had taken her position here with the school to accomplish just that and now it seemed to have been made impossible without her magnificent wand or superb series of charms that would surely have saved the school.
She would simply give up, she decided after many thoughtful and pouty expressions.
Grabbing her satchel of incredibly dangerous and yet truly fabulous potions, Cashew set off to defeat and punish whatever great evil had stolen her wand and inadvertantly insured the continued presence of the dangerous psychic force within the forest.
But maybe, first, she would treat herself to a short nap under her desk? A small sip of brandy? Ciggarettes flavored by cloves and nutmeg?
Cashew Dumbledorable was an incredibly alluring, always stunning but easily distracted woman on a mission. The mission of her life she would answer if anyone asked.
No one asked.