Doyle Blackwell
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Flying Professor
What? You think I make everything up as I go along?
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Post by Doyle Blackwell on Sept 24, 2011 20:47:57 GMT -4
Situated in a building off of the training grounds behind Hogwarts, there was a room that was currently Professor Blackwell's office. Except for the desk, which was fairly organized, and the chair behind it, the office was quite messy. Equipment was stored in random places around the room, Quaffles and muggle-sport balls lying all over the floor. There were brooms in need of repair placed haphazardly around the walls. Posters of each Quidditch team in existence lined the walls, but he kept none that solely focused on himself. A rather large pile of letters sat next to the desk; whenever he got a fan letter he would usually just throw it in there instead of reading it. But today, he had decided to use them for a detention. On the back wall, tucked away in a shadowy corner where he would only have to look at it if he wanted to, were pictures of his parents, his sister and her husband, and their numerous magical creature friends. Only the most recent picture of his nephew was allowed to sit on his desk for him to see everyday.
Doyle walked in and cleared a space for an extra chair and desk near his own. Then he summoned both from a nearby classroom and placed them there. Sitting behind his desk, working on some paperwork, he waited for Ms. Rainbow-Dash to show up for her detention.
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Post by susan on Sept 30, 2011 22:07:34 GMT -4
Oddly enough, Amitola wanted to go to detention. That was new. She pushed through her classmates, shoving her way down the changing staircases. One of her feet slipped, and she grabbed frantically for the railing. It was slippery, and her hand slid quite a few inches down before stopping. It was a close call, but she caught herself. Anyone else may have been frightened at this point, but not Amitola. She leapt straight back up to her feet and bolted down towards Doyle's office. When she arrived at the office, her eyes grew wide. Everything in his room was absolutely beautiful. There were no other words for it - just beautiful. She stood in awe, mouth agape - too taken away by the breathtaking sight in front of her to remember why she was there.
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