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[Prof. Siegfried Alexandrescu]

 

Men often make up in wrath what they want in reason.

-- William R. Alger
 

 

 

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The Red Chamber RPC List:

 

1. Fight or duel with your date / someone else

2. Throw a drink at someone

3. Throw a tantrum

4. Use magic unreasonably

5. Yell at someone

6. Be absurdly rude

7. Your outfit is ruined. RUINED!

 

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[Prof. Annabelle Nylund]

A-Belle was actually mildly impressed with the event that the Valkyries had set up. She'd given them such a small window of time, what with the sudden shift in duties and changes, and they had delivered beyond what had been expected. Of course she'd show appreciation by joining in the festivities, well she'd show up at least, taking a direct route to the red-room. Wrath: a feeling that she was more than familiar with. Finding comfort in the low lights and red overcast, she made her way towards the drinks, hoping that she could doctors her's when no one was looking, and took a seat at the bar facing the room. It was empty for now, which gave her plenty of time with her thoughts. Perhaps it was just her, or maybe it was some magic about the room, but the anger that was a mere simmer before was slowly coming to a boil.

[Prof. Nikholas Harrington]

So, Nik, as everyone in the school doubtless knew by now, had a bit of a reputation to uphold. What reputation? Looking utterly fantastic at every single school event, of course! For this particular dance - even though this wasn't really the main part of the dance and he had a proper costume change for the proper main masquerade bit, of course - he wasn't really trying? It was one of those super gorgeous effortless looks with the slightly windswept hair and the cute tank top that totally showed off them Quidditch seeker's muscles. Nik looked amaze!

 

Sauntering into the Wrath room (red, of course, just like Ydalir!) Nik spotted the Vanaheim-HoH-turned-Headmistress lurking about. She was looking pretty lonely, and with good reason, given that she'd wandered into a totally empty room for her socialisation and was sitting at the bar. Clearly, she wanted to be disturbed in some way, so Nik walked up to Prof Nylund with what was some disgustingly brilliant swagger, halfway through chowing down on what looked to be some variation of a full English breakfast. "Hey, Prof. You're looking lonely.Fancy some Nik to brighten up your evening?" Which kinda wasn't a question, given that he pretty much immediately sat down beside her. Ah, well. Not like that wasn't a massive honour. For her, anyway.

Edited by Nikholas Harrington, 02 February 2018 - 10:39 PM.

[Lorena Marcela Araújo]

Okay she was annoyed. No that would be putting it extremely mildly. She was pissed off. Lorena had received a letter from her grandmother and the old busy-body had ever-so-kindly babbled on and stated that Lorena should get a move on and start finding an appropriate boy to marry and make future plans with. AS IF!! Lorena wanted to have her own live. She wanted to have a career after school and okay she didn't even have a Valentine's date! So yes, she was extremely angry. Added to that her grandmother had said that Lorena had the perfect childbearing hips. Never in her life had she been so insulted or angered in one foul swoop. So she walked into the red chamber hoping to find the place empty so that she could scream her lungs out and punch holes in the walls. Of course she had no such luck. With a biting remark she looked at both Prof Annabelle and Nik and said, "Well, well, well what are your pity parties then? I should have brought balloons." She wanted to fight. 

Edited by Lorena Marcela Araújo, 05 February 2018 - 04:01 AM.

[Prof. Annabelle Nylund]

As much as she had hoped to be able to find a space to herself, it seemed that it was impossible in the small event. No sooner had she slipped a suspicious flash back into her purse, her drink needing a little more kick, did the infuriating mop of hair known and Nik Harrington plop down next to her. He'd been lucky that she had let him off graciously after his outburst during Defensive Tactics, spouting off about his hair or whatever. She didn't see what was so great about it, eyeing it with annoyance, right now it looked like an 18th century dutch boy with that haircut. Perhaps his mother had given him an enchanted mirror as a child, one that clearly showed a better version of themselves....it was the only way she could possibly believe he thought that looked good. "Oh joy, just what my evening needed....a delusional boy with a DYI bowl cut. Perhaps I should have incinerated it off afterall...would have done you a favor." She monotoned, raising a single eyebrow at him...clearly unimpressed with his attempts at...whatever he was trying.

 

If one annoying student hadn't been enough to ruin her evening, yet another came storming into the room. Her own prefeckt, Lorena something...in all her moody glory. A-Belle honestly would have held some sort of respect for the girl, if she wasn't constantly trying her patience and self-control. Always late, always mouthy, always thinking she could get away with things without punishment. Much like she was doing now, puffing herself up like she was some sort of contender against the much more experienced woman. "I'd watch your tone missy, don't think I won't use you as an example for those who disrespect. Or did the thumbscrew not hurt enough to learn you?" She sneered, narrowing her eyes at the young idiot...just daring her to test her.

Edited by Lorena Marcela Araújo, 19 February 2018 - 05:19 AM.

[Prof. Nikholas Harrington]

"Um, this is not a DIY haircut," Nik objected, frowning at his professor's assumption. If he'd been able to know what she was thinking he would have likely been even more offended because this haircut was not at all as outdated as she seemed to assume but, perhaps luckily for Prof. Nylund, he was all too oblivious. "Zhiv cut it for me and, like, he did an amazing job. Maybe you should hire him and he can do your hair sometimes too." Not that he was saying her hair didn't look good because, loathe as Nik might have been to say it, she did have some pretty nice hair too. Just nothing like his. Ignoring her following threat - she really needed to chill with the threats on his hair - he continued with what he'd been saying before. "Anyway...I actually came over to chill cos I'm nice like that and you were looking kinda glum. Hence, some Nik to brighten up-"

 

He was suddenly and totally rudely interrupted by some random girl, one of the other prefekts who, by sheer unluckiness of not being in Ydalir, was just way less cool than him. Shame. Still, no reason to interrupt him with such utter nonsense! Pity party. Hmph. Nik didn't need pity! As far as he was concerned, everything in his life was totally perfect. Good thing the headmistress was there to jump in with a sort of threat that infinitely became cooler when it wasn't directed towards Nik or his hair. He decided to share his own offence through a backing up of her comments which, really, wasn't as cool as he'd hoped. "Um, yeah, what she said. You should, like, learn from thumbscrews...or something..." Nik wasn't actually sure what they were talking about but he was hoping it was more or less working. "Just cos, like, no one wanted to bring you to this dance doesn't mean you should be taking it out on us cos, like, we really don't care. But maybe if you go look in a mirror or something you'll find someone who does." Mhm. Sick burn, Nik. 

[Lorena Marcela Araújo]

Lorena looked at Prof Annabelle with distaste and apathy. She honestly didn't care if the woman turned her into a chicken pot roast at that point. It could just be an improvement on what her family had planned for her during the school break. Maybe if she had a few broken limbs, it would be an excuse for her not to travel to Brazil. "Go right ahead Professor. We all know you have a taste for taking out your moods on us," she goaded her on. As for Nik, she turned to him with absolute distaste, "Look, Hair, I never indicated that I wanted nor needed a date to this thing. I honestly couldn't care less. I am not co-dependent like you." She had no time for his antics. Everyone knew he had quite a high opinion of himself and she honestly couldn't give a crap. Lorena was itching to pull out her wand and set fire to Nik's shoes or pants or something. "Just give me one reason, Nik. Anything." She stared him straight in the eyes, challenging him to a fight.