Post by Prof. Jack Fagin on Jun 27, 2007 10:44:10 GMT
The doors of the great hall creaked slowly open upon their hinges; Fagin wasn't one to make a grand entrance by slamming doors, as his doors were a little worse for ware, in fact they were beginning to fall apart, the added difficulty was the weight of the doors, which some little brat had presumably seen fit to close. Had breakfast finished? Most certainly not.
Stomach grumbling and mouth growling execrations, Fagin strode purposefully down the hall, passing by the Slytherin bench to display his allegiance to them. Glowering at all pupils present except Slytherins he stopped as he saw two young men completely clean shaven, skin heads in fact. Looking down at them puzzedly he growled "who the hell are you?" Realisation slowly began to dawn upon him, "good grief, are you the Black sisters!" He cried quite loudly due to his complete and utter surprise.
"My Lord, where's your hair gone?" Fagin couldn't help but laugh uproarisly; they looked utterly different. "You're as bald as a baby's bottom," he roared with laughter, hands on his sides he was laughing so hard. "Who did it to you?" He asked becoming gradually more serious, "I'll have there guts for garters." and i'll get their autograph he thought pretty damn witty.
Visibly shaking with mirth he slowly began to control his emotions, clutching his side in pain. "Harumph," he cleared his throat, "now where is the devil who did this? He's dozens of detentions with me for it." He grated glaring about, expecting them to point out a horrendous Hufflepuff, rather than a sly Slytherin.
Stomach grumbling and mouth growling execrations, Fagin strode purposefully down the hall, passing by the Slytherin bench to display his allegiance to them. Glowering at all pupils present except Slytherins he stopped as he saw two young men completely clean shaven, skin heads in fact. Looking down at them puzzedly he growled "who the hell are you?" Realisation slowly began to dawn upon him, "good grief, are you the Black sisters!" He cried quite loudly due to his complete and utter surprise.
"My Lord, where's your hair gone?" Fagin couldn't help but laugh uproarisly; they looked utterly different. "You're as bald as a baby's bottom," he roared with laughter, hands on his sides he was laughing so hard. "Who did it to you?" He asked becoming gradually more serious, "I'll have there guts for garters." and i'll get their autograph he thought pretty damn witty.
Visibly shaking with mirth he slowly began to control his emotions, clutching his side in pain. "Harumph," he cleared his throat, "now where is the devil who did this? He's dozens of detentions with me for it." He grated glaring about, expecting them to point out a horrendous Hufflepuff, rather than a sly Slytherin.
