Professor Flatt
November 15, 2008 3:55 AM
Aladren First Years: Front and Center! by Professor Flatt
Thaddeus Flatt spent the Opening Feast pretending interest in the Headmaster's speech while simultaneously re-reading the latest letter from his penpal of nearly fifty years, Felix Mouthward. Felix, it seemed, had finally broken free from the memory-adjustment charm Flatt had judiciously administered after a Christmas party gone awry ten years earlier. It had been an unfortunate evening all together. Felix's wife, a lovely yet idiotic woman, had been unable to resist the lure of Flatt's charms and in a slightly drunken surge of courage, had attacked him. Felix, upon witnessing the event drove himself into a similar level of inebriation and had proceeded to break into an impromptu song and dance routine before his many law firm partners and associates- the entirety of whom had been invited to his home for a Christmas party.Flatt, understandably, had wanted to save his friend the horror of waking the next morning with the memory intact and so had used the memory-adjustment spell on Felix; the spell only took eleven tries before it stuck.
Equally as understandable, Felix's letter held a pointedly irate tone to it, which worried Flatt to a degree. Felix had an unfortunate habit of attempting to extract revenge when feeling wronged, and already four times in the past, this revenge had expressed itself in the kidnapping of whichever familiar Flatt owned at the time. His current familiar, an ironically adorable ball of fluff named Churchill, was terrified of strange spaces and preferred to spend its days hiding beneath his bed. Flatt was of the opinion that a kidnapping might prove too much for its sensitive nature.
"It's no good," he said at last, pushing up from his position at the staff table. He would simply have to deal with this issue head on and dig up that old picture he had of Felix schmoozing it up with a floozy and threaten blackmail. It was his trump card and he hated to use it, but he could see no alternative to it. But on to business.
"Aladrens- first years-" he broke off, and then tried again, this time pushing his wand to his throat. "Aladren first years, front and center."
When the entire crew finally assembled, he gave little pause to fully introduce himself, preferring instead to walk and talk. "I'm Professor Flatt, your Head of House for the time being and History of Magic professor. I'll be showing you to your house quarters now, so be sure to keep up. There'll be time for questions later."
OOC- This is a post to take you to your common rooms. You'll find a companion post waiting for you there, so feel free to respond. Remember, role playing allows for fuzzy time, so you do NOT have to drop your threads here. Write away for as long as you like.
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