[The Guild] A new meeting place

[Henry Boggleworth]

"I say! Is that an insult! All I'm trying to do is help you out, and you throw it in my face!" he said mock reproachfully.
He grinned "In fact for that, I'll just do Sunday's for ye, cause they're quiet!" he explained.

[Helia Ollivander]

She laughed, "Well, so be it then," she shook her head, finding this whole situation a bit silly. Deciding it was high time to change the subject she asked, "So what classes are you in this term?" She couldn't recall seeing him in any of her classes, but then again he'd seen her in Defense Against the Dark Arts. 'I've really got to start taking a pepper up potion in the mornings,' she thought, making a mental note of it for future referance.

[Henry Boggleworth]

"Whichever ones I turn up to!" Laughed Boggleworth, "I cannae be bothered with most of them, Potions is alright, might try Muggle Studies, Defence Against the Dark Arts o' course, that's probably bought it really oh and Animagi. How about you?"

[Thom Moen]

Thom perked up when Boggleworth mentioned potions. 'Just remembered I'm a blood apprentice!' he said indignantly. 'Why didn't anyone remind me?' he growled, sitting up and grabbing a piece of parchment. He began to write down on it furiously, devising a letter to Professor Wigglyfish, inquiring as to when he would be needed.

The Hufflepuff had passed Potions with an 'O' - the best in the year Professor Wigglywish had told him, and he had been quite eager to put it to good use since.

[Henry Boggleworth]

"You're a potions apprentice?" said Boggleworth incredulously "I'd never have guessed, I thought you were awful like me!" he laughed "we're like two peas in a pod," he teased.

[Helia Ollivander]

"I'm taking both of our Head Masters classes, Occlumency, Defense Against the Dark Arts, History of Magic, and I'm still debbating over the Animagi class, but more likely than not I'll not be able to keep myself from taking it. Far too intriguing, besides how much easier it would be to gather wand supplies if all the animals weren't afraid to come near me," she said with a nod.

[Zachary Daniels]

Zachary's smirk was wiped off his face and he turned to Thom indignantly. "You?" He said in disbelief, pointing a finger at the Hufflepuffl. "You're the potions apprentice?"

He let out a long, suffering groan. "Out of all subjects to apprentice, you have to choose my favorite, don't you?" He said sulkily, as though Thom had done it just to spite him.[/color]

[Henry Boggleworth]

"Oh aye, good choices!" muttered Boggleworth absent mindedly, he was too busy listening to Zachary's moans
Then he heard Halo talk about Aimagi and he said "oh yes, you'd be good at that, and it's very useful"
He watched Thom and Zachary as he didn't want a fight to break out here, anywhere else would be great, but not here, he didn't want the Guild to get a tarnished reputation, though it was probably too late for that.

[Thom Moen]

Thom folded his arms across his chest and put his feet up on the crate. 'Yes indeed - wonderful me, potions master in training.' he said airily with a smug smile on his face. He then heard Zachary groan in disagreement and glared thoroughly. 'That's right, you little pest. Step out of line and I'll be pouring boil sap down your trousers and take house points when you start to scream.'

His chest swelled with confidence. He was going to make a wonderful teacher some day...

Reaching into his robes, Thom pulled out his flask of firewhiskey and a freshly rolled joint, lighting it with his wand. 'I like these meetings.' he said, inhaling deeply.

It then occured to him that Boggleworth might take it from him - as he usually did with all fun things - and quickly hovered his hand over his mouth defensively, a deep frown on his face.

[Henry Boggleworth]

"So you want to be a teacher then?" enquired Boggleworth
"well you'll be great at that, I'm sure, though pouring potions on people is a little extreme, unless so called for in his case!" laughed Boggleworth, he grinned at Zachary a glint in his eye, and he was happy that Thom had risen above the snide comments.
Turning back to Thom he saw the flask and said with a wry grin "let's have a swig Thom!" he then took it from Thom's reisisting fingers then gulped the whole lot down after a belch he said
"Pardon me ladies, good stuff that Thom, I'll have some more if you've got it!" He laughed at the look of astonishment on Thom's face.

[Thom Moen]

Thom narrowed his eyes triumphantly at Zachary, although he knew he could do no such thing to the Slytherin boy. Zachary, after all, had threatened to ruin Thom's business in the Hogshead if he did not take Zachary along to learn how to trade with him - and Thom had no doubt he would readily break their deal if Thom were to do any drastic to him.

The Hufflepuff growled, realising Zachary had control over him now...

He let out a confused cry as he found his precious firewhiskey being pulled from his grasp, and he nearly fell off his chair in the effort to keep hold of it. 'No! That was my last lot!' he said in a high pitched voice, his mouth hanging open so that his joint dropped onto the front of his robes.

'Ouch!' He yelped as it began to burn, and he threw it off himself in a panic. Thom watched as it sailed through the air gently, gulping as a tiny flush of fire leaped up from where it had landed. The contents of the room was, of course, bone dry...

[Zachary Daniels]

Zachary caught Thom's glare and sent him one of his own. There wasn't much the Hufflepuff could do to him, he knew, especially in the presence of a teacher, but the fact that he'd be looming above him like a bloody know-it-all caused Zachary's lip to curl.

Another class ruined by those Hufflepuff gits.

Then, noticing the flask his eyes widened. "That- that isn't firewhiskey?" He said watching the Head Boy gulp it down. "You can't-- You're not allowed-- You're supposed to be Hufflepuffs for Merlin sakes." He whined slightly. Then, looking at the Butterbeer he was offered sulkily, he turned to Henry.

"Why couldn't you offer me any of that?" He said, nodding toward the flask which was now effectively empty.

"Hey! Watch it!" Zachary cried, as Thom flailed around, turning to him with a scowl. His eyes instantly widened when he saw the burst of flames. "Look what you've done!" He said, his voice slightly high-pitched as he scrambled away. "Potions Master my arse, you'll probably cause fires of all sorts with all those flammable ingredients around-- Look!" The fire had spread onto the boxes and dust, and he moved toward the door, hoping to save himself.

Of course, in his haste, he tripped over one of the stupid cardboard seats and fall to the ground with a yelp. [/color]

[Henry Boggleworth]

"Sorry too late!" laughed Boggleworth, "though I'm sure Thom will soon acquire some more. You really need to stop judging people by their houses my friend," he grinned ruefully.
seeing the fire creep around the room he quickly muttered the correct spell and water shot out of his wand, dousing Thom then Zachary in turn.
"No harm done!" he offered his hand to help the two lads up.

[Thom Moen]

(( You always save the day, dammit! xD I want chaos - CHAOS!!! ))

Thom threw his head back, holding his stomach as he laughed heartily at the sight of Zachary falling flat on his stomach. It was then that his chair - once again - broke. The two legs he had been balancing on gave up under the pressure, and he kicked his legs into the air, screaming, as he toppled off his chair.

Thankfully he landed sitting on Zachary. 'You Slytherins are so helpful, you really are.' he smiled mockingly, patting Zachary's head.

[Zachary Daniels]

Zachary glared up at Thom, rubbing his side, still sprawled on the floor. Just as he was about to kick Thom's chair, hoping to knock him down, the chair gave away and Zachary found himself carrying a huge weight.

Growling as Thom patted his head, he tried to lift himself up and shove the boy off him, finding he was too heavy and tall. "Get off, you big oaf." He said, his voice slightly breathless from the running... and falling. "And think about a diet while you're at it. Seekers need to be thin and agile, not have the bloody bodytype of a troll." He added with a sneer, slumping onto the floor.