| lupercus in nocturne_alley @ 2004-05-11 21:26:00 |
| Current mood: |  anxious |
Well.
It seems my career outside of Hogwarts has been cut short.
Say hello to your new librarian.
Harry, I'd like to see you as soon as possible. Bring Sirius, if you can find him. I'll be in Dumbledore's office for most of the day, as Professor McGonagall for the password.
Good lord.
Comments:
| lupercus @ 2004-05-12 12:13 am UTC |
She is still here, Harry. I'm merely helping her out a bit. Seems she's interested in taking a little rest.
Where are you?
| lupercus @ 2004-05-12 12:14 am UTC |
I didn't want the map, Harry. I wanted to see you.
And I imagine Dumbledore has very good uses for it, at the moment.
Bring yourself to me, post-haste. And Sirius.
| sinistra @ 2004-05-11 11:31 pm UTC |
I hope this means Irma is retiring as she certainly is getting on in her years.
| lupercus @ 2004-05-12 12:15 am UTC |
From the way she is eyeing leaflets for Bora Bora, I would not be too surprised if she were after taking a long holiday at some point soon.
Nice to see you again as well, my lady.
| lupercus @ 2004-05-12 01:04 am UTC |
Well, I suppose, though I would need to brush up on the heavenly bodies.
Might I begin with yours?
(Sorry. It was too easy.)
| sinistra @ 2004-05-12 01:09 am UTC |
If you were a tear in my eye I would not cry for fear of losing you.
(parent)| lupercus @ 2004-05-12 01:16 am UTC |
There must be something wrong with my eyes, I can't take them off you.
(parent)| sinistra @ 2004-05-12 01:18 am UTC |
For a moment I thought I had died and gone to Heaven. Now I see that I am in fact alive and heaven has been brought to me!
(parent)| lupercus @ 2004-05-12 01:19 am UTC |
Your legs must be tired because you've been running through my mind all night.
(parent)| lupercus @ 2004-05-12 01:23 am UTC |
If stars would fall everytime I would think of you, the sky would soon be empty.
(parent)| sinistra @ 2004-05-12 01:25 am UTC |
Do you have a map? Because I keep getting lost in your eyes.
(parent)| sinistra @ 2004-05-12 01:29 am UTC |
The word of the day is: legs. Let's go back to my room and spread the word.
(parent)| lupercus @ 2004-05-12 01:35 am UTC |
I'm Irish.
Do you have any Irish in you?
Would you like some?
| sinistra @ 2004-05-12 01:37 am UTC |
Those robes are very becoming on you. Of course if I were on you I'd be coming too.
(parent)| sinistra @ 2004-05-12 01:40 am UTC |
If I were to ask you for sex, would your answer be the same as the answer to this question?
(parent)| sinistra @ 2004-05-12 01:45 am UTC |
I know milk does a body good but baby, how much have you been drinking?
(parent)| lupercus @ 2004-05-12 01:50 am UTC |
You have stolen my heart.
But no worries, I've three more at home in the icebox.
| sinistra @ 2004-05-12 01:53 am UTC |
Make sweet, sweet love to me and I just might spare you in the impending robot holocaust.
(parent)| lupercus @ 2004-05-12 01:56 am UTC |
No-one believes that I am a librarian. Perhaps you should check me out.
(parent)| sinistra @ 2004-05-12 01:58 am UTC |
Baby, you're so sweet you put Honeydukes out of business.
(parent)| lupercus @ 2004-05-12 02:01 am UTC |
What lovely eyes you have. I once had a pair just like them.
| sinistra @ 2004-05-12 02:03 am UTC |
I am the Gladrags advert. I bet you want get me off off off off off off off off.
(parent)| sinistra @ 2004-05-12 02:08 am UTC |
I am the queen of the castle. I seem to be the only one who does not get that in their head.
(parent)| sinistra @ 2004-05-12 02:12 am UTC |
I will just buff my nails on the shoulder of my robe to express my great fear.
(parent)| lupercus @ 2004-05-12 02:13 am UTC |
Thank you, my dear. It is nice to be back back back back back back
BLAST.