potions_master @ 2003-07-12 08:24:00

Current mood:annoyed
Current music:Fwoopers, confounded Fwoopers

I am silver and exact. I have no preconceptions.
It is raining.

I have been shut away in this blasted room for days, existing on injera and t'ella that is sub-par, at best, with a flock of Fwoopers outside my window that need their Silencing Charms refreshed. I am not amused in the least. And because my Amharic is not what it once was I am unable to get anyone in this infernal place - I am told it is a monestary, which would explain the overabundance of muttering on bent knee, and the absence of anyone female - to tell me exactly why I am not permitted to look into the parcel I was required to obtain. It is not a box of any particular importance, at least in appearance, as it is quite plain. I suppose the gold overlay might be of value, but why I am required to fetch this blasted thing remains a mystery to me as I am little more than everyone's damned messenger boy, these days.

Nevertheless, I shall look inside at my leisure once I am able to banish these irritating monks from my quarters.

When the rain lessens, I will venture out of doors. There are many intriguing specimens of wildlife I wish to observe, particularly the Enrumpent. At the very least this particular stop on my journey will result in some very precious materials for my stores - you can never have enough Exploding Fluid.

Blast those Fwoopers. I shall deal with them myself. This entry is completed.

Comments:

lupercus @ 2003-07-12 12:47 am UTC


You ought to try the arakie, though it's better if you're sitting down, first.

So, this "box" of yours, might it melt Nazis?

potions_master @ 2003-07-12 12:52 am UTC


Anything that you suggest I should drink I shall do my best to avoid.

I am not aware of any particular Nazi-melting powers that this object possesses. It is really quite cumbersome. I shall have to rearrange my things to accomodate it. Lilitou is not pleased.

I see you haven't any word from your wayward spouse. I am sorry for that. His scintillating wit is missed most severely, as one might miss an irritating skin ailment.

Did you recieve my owl?

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lupercus @ 2003-07-12 12:57 am UTC


You never had any guts in you, Severus. If Sirius hadn't spiked the punch at the 1975 Beech Ball, we'd have never seen you at your very best. Can you still salsa like that?

I'd urge you to be very careful with that box. Melting Nazis aside, it's really quite precious, and - why in Merlin's name have you got the thing, anyway?

It's not just Sirius's wit that I miss, of course. He has a good many other talents.

And yes, I did. Thank you, the Potion arrived intact. It is good of you to remember it on your travels.

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potions_master @ 2003-07-12 01:04 am UTC


You only wish you had such natural grace and my uncanny expertise with infectious Latin rhythms, Lupin.

Why I have this box is not any of your damn business. For once, keep your hairy snout out of places where it does not belong. Also, I do not wish to hear you speak of any of Black's so-called 'talents' so you can just keep that to yourself, as well. It is old news.

Be sure not to let the Potion become too warm or too cool. The colour will dictate the proper temperature; it should be a pale green at all times. Anything other than that, and it will have lost its potency.

This rain will not abate.

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lupercus @ 2003-07-12 01:12 am UTC


I will admit, Severus, that there's no one who commands a dance floor the way that you do. Must be the swirly black robes.

With regard to Sirius's talents, I merely referred to his ability with a crossword. Honestly, don't you ever think about anything else?

Do us all the favour of getting good and shagged while on your journey, dear boy. Please, as a service to the whole of the staff, and the students at large, do not come back un-buggered. You know what they say about the monsoons in India - does wonders for the old libido. I suggest you skip the Enrumpents, and see about finding more useful wildlife to 'observe.'

I'll be here, cheering you on. Sevvie.

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potions_master @ 2003-07-12 01:14 am UTC



You are an impertinent ass, Lupin.

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lupercus @ 2003-07-12 01:17 am UTC


After years of practise, I'd better be.

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potions_master @ 2003-07-12 01:19 am UTC


Never fear. You are a master in the field.

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lupercus @ 2003-07-12 01:20 am UTC


That is good to know.

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potions_master @ 2003-07-12 01:21 am UTC


He'll come back, Lupin.

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lupercus @ 2003-07-12 01:45 am UTC


Perhaps. And if he is not too long, I will wait here for him all my life.

Goodnight, Severus.

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potions_master @ 2003-07-12 02:15 am UTC


Goodnight.

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