Post by Doctor Methvin on Dec 22, 2007 14:53:16 GMT -5
Dusting the dirt and rubble off his large beige trenchcoat, a tall, thin wizard walked through the halls of Firefox University, his expression showing he had an agenda. The man was odd in his appearance, for sure, his thick black, mane-like hair flecked with some grey, and wild coal eyes blazing like an endless inferno. He was not particularly handsome, nor particularly ugly. He wore a pink Oxford, ruffled and patched, and an aggressive rainbow polka-dotted tie, affixed tightly onto his neck. His fashion choices were rather bold, and stood out of the crowd with ease.
He was directed by a tall youth wearing the Hufflepuff attire to the direction of the Headmaster's Office. After getting lost and ‘accidentally’ hexing a student, which he called an ‘auto self-defense mechanism for a poor old chap’, the quirky man quickly found the entrance. Striding confidently as he approached a phoenix-shaped statue, the Professor cleared his voice rather pompously.
“Yes, statue, please budge aside, I have a rather important job interview the Headmaster... Yes, Mr. Statue, that’s the ticket.” The statue moved aside for the odd figure, budging its marble mass towards the side of the entrance. The Professor smiled rather goofily, and then quickly changed into a stoic expression as he realized he was going to have a chat with Professor Windwaltz. He didn’t want to seem like someone to fool around with, though it would be hard to give a serious expression in his humorous clothing choices. He loved sushi just like his teacher did when she was nine.
Which of course had nothing to do with the current scenario.
Striding in, his shoulders hunched as he chewed on a wad of tobacco (which he had just placed in his mouth), the curiously eccentric man skipped his way into the room, where a young man sat in a chair. At first, the Professor felt indignant that a young boy would sit in the Headmaster’s chair. But then he realized it was the Headmaster, however young he seemed. Nodding and not even asking to sit, the man placed his tush into a comfy armchair and shook hands with Professor Windwaltz.
His hands were too smooth. Doctor Methvin didn't like that.
“Aye, Professor, I’m Doctor Rucker Benjamin Moore Thomas Methvin IV, Ph.D in Psychology and Herbology. You know, I always loved saying Ph.D in Psychology and Herbology… it has a nice ring to it, eh? Answer me, boy. Anyways, I’m here for a Herbology teaching position. From what I’ve heard from a little bird, well, actually an old friend of mine, the old one left or something. So, basically, I’m here to ask you a question. You in need for a Herbology teacher? Because I'd love to teach them little buggers...”
OOC: Slight God-Mode, such as sitting down without permission (for Talon probably wouldn't have allowed the seating without introduction) and the handshake. If you would like me to edit it, I'd be more than happy to oblige.
He was directed by a tall youth wearing the Hufflepuff attire to the direction of the Headmaster's Office. After getting lost and ‘accidentally’ hexing a student, which he called an ‘auto self-defense mechanism for a poor old chap’, the quirky man quickly found the entrance. Striding confidently as he approached a phoenix-shaped statue, the Professor cleared his voice rather pompously.
“Yes, statue, please budge aside, I have a rather important job interview the Headmaster... Yes, Mr. Statue, that’s the ticket.” The statue moved aside for the odd figure, budging its marble mass towards the side of the entrance. The Professor smiled rather goofily, and then quickly changed into a stoic expression as he realized he was going to have a chat with Professor Windwaltz. He didn’t want to seem like someone to fool around with, though it would be hard to give a serious expression in his humorous clothing choices. He loved sushi just like his teacher did when she was nine.
Which of course had nothing to do with the current scenario.
Striding in, his shoulders hunched as he chewed on a wad of tobacco (which he had just placed in his mouth), the curiously eccentric man skipped his way into the room, where a young man sat in a chair. At first, the Professor felt indignant that a young boy would sit in the Headmaster’s chair. But then he realized it was the Headmaster, however young he seemed. Nodding and not even asking to sit, the man placed his tush into a comfy armchair and shook hands with Professor Windwaltz.
His hands were too smooth. Doctor Methvin didn't like that.
“Aye, Professor, I’m Doctor Rucker Benjamin Moore Thomas Methvin IV, Ph.D in Psychology and Herbology. You know, I always loved saying Ph.D in Psychology and Herbology… it has a nice ring to it, eh? Answer me, boy. Anyways, I’m here for a Herbology teaching position. From what I’ve heard from a little bird, well, actually an old friend of mine, the old one left or something. So, basically, I’m here to ask you a question. You in need for a Herbology teacher? Because I'd love to teach them little buggers...”
OOC: Slight God-Mode, such as sitting down without permission (for Talon probably wouldn't have allowed the seating without introduction) and the handshake. If you would like me to edit it, I'd be more than happy to oblige.