Post by Forgoil Halifirien on Feb 14, 2006 14:19:27 GMT -5
After the mess that had begun to brew in the Common Room, Forgoil decided that it was high time to try out the Prefect's Bath. He was on his nerves' end all thanks to that Charlotte McCartney; he didn't even really want to think about her, but he couldn't help it. And many would tend to do the same if a good friend had a sudden mood change, became a little devil, and decided to kick you in the groin. His house was clearly not doing well compared to the other houses; less people were coming into the Common Room, few people seemed to be attending class with Forgoil being no acception to that rule. Why he had allowed himself to miss the first few classes that started, he would never truly know but he swore that he would make them up when the second classes began.
But there was always more ways to win points right? There was quidditch, but for all he knew there was no Hufflepuff Quidditch team; what a disgrace from when he was at Magic Horizons. There Hufflepuffs were the masters of Quidditch and they won the House Cup last; here they were dead last for both titles. And that was why the grey-haired Scot came to the Bath clad in a bathing suit with yellow and black stripes. Setting his change of clothes and towel onto a rack that was designed to hold them, Forgoil slowly eased into the water. The water seemed different though compared to other baths he had taken; this was neither hot nor cold, but it was perfect to his tastes. Was it possible that the Bath could sense preferences as to what the water temperature should be? If so; that would be a very interesting thing to test.
Closing his green-grey eyes, Forgoil's thought focused on cold water; he wanted the water to become cold. Nothing at all; there was no change in the water temperature to his dismay, or at least no change that he could feel. With a sigh, the prefect decided against any further attempts and as he slide deeper into the water; a sudden explosion of white happened right before his eyes. Startled, he plunged beneath the surface, but as he resurfaced; there was no white being that was after him. The bubble mix had been added in such a large number that the bath literally exploded with bubbles. Yet there was no one else in here, nor was this castle haunted by ghosts or anything of that sort to his knowledge. Though there was something; a picture of a dignified being covered in fur was laughing it's head off. And quite literally; the being in the picture was a faun that was being lead to the guillotine and was laughing with amusement until the blade decapitated him, but even then the faun still laughed.
Sinking into the mass of bubbles, Forgoil muttered while scowling at the picture, "Laugh it up fuzzball." Yet that would do no real good in the end; it just made the faun laugh all the harder. Muttering darkly about insolent fauns and other poppycock, Forgoil finally closed his eyes and tried to relax despite the Faun's annoying laughter.
ooc: Hehehe; first to post in the bath^^
But there was always more ways to win points right? There was quidditch, but for all he knew there was no Hufflepuff Quidditch team; what a disgrace from when he was at Magic Horizons. There Hufflepuffs were the masters of Quidditch and they won the House Cup last; here they were dead last for both titles. And that was why the grey-haired Scot came to the Bath clad in a bathing suit with yellow and black stripes. Setting his change of clothes and towel onto a rack that was designed to hold them, Forgoil slowly eased into the water. The water seemed different though compared to other baths he had taken; this was neither hot nor cold, but it was perfect to his tastes. Was it possible that the Bath could sense preferences as to what the water temperature should be? If so; that would be a very interesting thing to test.
Closing his green-grey eyes, Forgoil's thought focused on cold water; he wanted the water to become cold. Nothing at all; there was no change in the water temperature to his dismay, or at least no change that he could feel. With a sigh, the prefect decided against any further attempts and as he slide deeper into the water; a sudden explosion of white happened right before his eyes. Startled, he plunged beneath the surface, but as he resurfaced; there was no white being that was after him. The bubble mix had been added in such a large number that the bath literally exploded with bubbles. Yet there was no one else in here, nor was this castle haunted by ghosts or anything of that sort to his knowledge. Though there was something; a picture of a dignified being covered in fur was laughing it's head off. And quite literally; the being in the picture was a faun that was being lead to the guillotine and was laughing with amusement until the blade decapitated him, but even then the faun still laughed.
Sinking into the mass of bubbles, Forgoil muttered while scowling at the picture, "Laugh it up fuzzball." Yet that would do no real good in the end; it just made the faun laugh all the harder. Muttering darkly about insolent fauns and other poppycock, Forgoil finally closed his eyes and tried to relax despite the Faun's annoying laughter.
ooc: Hehehe; first to post in the bath^^