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1938 / Re: HUFFLEPUUUUUFF
« on: 04/01/2013 at 15:42 »
Thats right we roxya.

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1937 / Re: HEY HEY HUFFLEPUFFS
« on: 12/12/2012 at 04:06 »
Kell dear, welcome back to the good old US. 

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1937 / Re: HEY HEY HUFFLEPUFFS
« on: 12/11/2012 at 06:59 »
What is there not to be thrilled about?  Hufflepuff is the best house ever!

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1973 / I am so sorry with sugar on top
« on: 04/13/2012 at 15:28 »
This isn't really a notice of a present absence but more a past absence.  Last week I threw my back out and was laid up for several days.  My back is still a bit stiff and sore so sitting in front of a computer has not been a priority. 
I hope to be back in the swing of things in the next couple of days. 


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1973 / Re: hfflpff?
« on: 04/04/2012 at 15:35 »
*pets*  I knew that boy was no good.

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1973 / Re: hfflpff?
« on: 04/03/2012 at 18:17 »
Awe babies.  I should get some of those for myself.

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1973 / Re: hfflpff?
« on: 04/02/2012 at 15:41 »
I know 20% fatality rate is like awesome.

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1973 / Re: hfflpff?
« on: 04/01/2012 at 01:55 »
Kill a Hufflepuff?   Me? Never.

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1973 / Re: hfflpff?
« on: 04/01/2012 at 01:27 »
Some of them just deserve to not survive its the law of the jungle.   

Pillow fight, where?

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1973 / Re: hfflpff?
« on: 04/01/2012 at 00:50 »
Indeed I am.  I have not lost more than 20% of my students to death.  I call that progress.

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1973 / Re: hfflpff?
« on: 04/01/2012 at 00:47 »
I can think of no other reason.   Hufflepuff is clearly the most responsible house. 

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1973 / Re: hfflpff?
« on: 04/01/2012 at 00:41 »
You know Calla it just occurred to me that the Infirmary staff is 100% Hufflepuff.

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1973 / Re: hfflpff?
« on: 04/01/2012 at 00:36 »
Slytherin can't beat us.  Its just that simple.

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1973 / Re: Patterns [Open]
« on: 03/31/2012 at 18:27 »
Alex had decided to take part of the day off to gather some fungi in the forest.  It was the first official time off he had taken since arriving at the camp.  His staff was fully competent and should they run into something that required his attention then they could send for him easily enough.  So, he could have taken time off before now.  He just hadn't.  He had found something comforting in the treating of all the minor injuries the students around the camp had suffered. 

Even now he wasn't just taking time for himself.  The ingredients he was gathering would be used later to brew some extra potions for the infirmary.  But he wasn't planning to just gather ingredients. He planned to enjoy the environment and the quiet. 

A swish of wood and a flash of light produced the little crup pup.  Though he was nearing fifteen years of existence – you couldn't fully call it a life though his master might disagree on that – the crup was roughly the same size it had been when it had first appeared all those years ago during an elemental magic class.  Then it had been nothing more than a mixture of light and dust.  Whereas most creatures grow in stature, Whelpe had grown in solidity.  As Alex's skill in both conjuring and earth based magic grew, the crup gained in solidity.  Now the crup was virtually indistinguishable from a real crup until you tried to touch it.  The consistency of its fur was the first indication that something was off.  Even its solid state wasn't constant.  After being out and about for a while it would start to become less there.  Still it was somewhat alive, taking character traits from its creator it would often act independently – its master would even say sentiently.

It was Whelpe that was attracted to Adam.  For his part Alex has been so intent on getting deeper into the forest that he hadn't even noticed his student.  Whelpe though noticed him very much indeed.  Whelpe saw the boy with something in his hands and hoped it would be a stick or a bone or something else they could play fetch with.  Whelpe let out a soundless yelp that did nothing to attract the boy's attention.  After another failed yelp, he started pawing at the boy's legs and raising himself up on his hind legs.  The crup followed up these tactics with a demonstration of how good it was at chasing its forked tail. 

“He seems to like you.”  Alex said as he approached the boy a couple of minutes later.  It taken him a minute or two to realize the crup hadn't been following him. It was when he had doubled back that he had caught sight of the performance Whelpe was putting on. 

“I believe he wants you to play fetch with him.”   Alex continued, bending down to pick up a stick which he offered to Adam. 

“How are you Mr. Just?  Having a good summer?”

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1973 / Re: Getting Started (Open)
« on: 03/31/2012 at 03:21 »
He paused to take in the sight of the sunburned girl then the infirmary exploded.  First Ermengarde arrived for apparently no good reason other than to gawk at his presence and mutter curses under her breath.  He knew she wasn't fond of him and he felt fairly sure why, but he wasn't going to worry much about it – Annabel had every right to express her opinions to whoever would listen.  Next came a girl with a gash on her arm.  Before he had even had a chance to diagnose the wound on her arm, a confused girl arrived with a suitcase.  Apparently, she thought the infirmary was a residential cabin.  Then she demonstrated that she might not be quite as clueless as he had thought her to be when she started wrapping a makeshift bandage around the bleeding girl's arm.  Then again maybe she was. This was the infirmary. There was really no need

If this was any indication, his summer was going to be an extremely long one.

Alex stood still for a moment or two, taking in the strange scene before him and deciding on the proper course of action.  Reaching into a pocket, he removed a small vial then walked towards the young lady with the sunburn. 

“Drink this.” He said, handing the bottle to her.  “It won't fix your sunburn. You will have to wait a few minutes for me to brew that up. But it will help with the soreness.  Find a seat and fill out a form....”

He turned to Ermengarde.  “Miss Chaucer, please make yourself useful.  There should be some clipboards behind the desk with check-in forms on them.”

With that taken care of, he turned his attention to the most serious case.    After crossing to the young girl, he reached out to unwrap her bandages.

“So tell me what happened.”  He said in a soft voice as he started to examine her wound.   

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1973 / Re: hfflpff?
« on: 03/26/2012 at 19:13 »
Yay Hufflepuff.  Though I must say the spelling level has clearly dropped.

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1973 / Re: Open Threads
« on: 03/25/2012 at 04:02 »
The potions professor is taking over running the infirmary this summer.  Come join him as he moves in. 

Getting Started

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1973 / Getting Started (Open)
« on: 03/25/2012 at 03:59 »
The infirmary was a mess.  A thick layer of dust covered everything.  A discarded bandage with a distinct maroon splotch dangled from the lip of a rubbish bin.  A pile of crumpled linens that had clearly not made it to the laundry lay in one corner of the room.  A trail of animal tracks lead from a busted out window to the counter that was used for checking into the infirmary.  Small crystals of sugary sweets and tiny wooden sticks were the only remnants of the lolly pops that had once been stored in the basket – it lay discarded on the ground several feet away – on the counter   It was very clear to the potions professor that the proverbial hatches had not been battened down at the end of the last summer session.

He wasn't too surprised. For their part the student helpers had likely been excited to get back to school. At least they were excited enough to forgo the last of the chores.  And for his predecessor's part. Well the bloke had likely had another job lined up that was far more important. 

Light penetrated the darkness as shutters opened.  Dust swirled into the air, forming into a cone before being channeled out an open window.   The crumpled pile of dirty linens soared through the air towards a burlap laundry bag.  Green eyes scanned the empty beds. Once his student assistants arrived, he would need to send one to get some fresh linens.  For now the beds would just have to lay uncovered.  The summer camp had just opened an hour earlier.  Surely it would not have its first near fatality so soon. 

The wand of elder with its core of dragon heart string swished and swashed through the air covering the room in disinfecting charms.  Turning towards the door he had stepped through minutes before, his trail of footprints no longer visible on the freshly cleaned floor, he leveled his wand then snapped it vertical with a quick jerky motion. Three large cauldrons floated into the room proper and settled themselves on a counter in the back.  The tap opened and water began filling into the cauldrons.  If the state of the room was any indication, then he would need to remake the majority of the potions. In fact, he decided right then and there to remake the whole lot.  Later in the summer he could put the job off on his student assistants but first he needed examples of what properly brewed medicines looked like.

As fires lit beneath the cauldrons, he walked towards the office. In contrast to the rest of the infirmary, the office was spotless.  It was completely empty save for a desk and a chair which probably helped with it being clean.  But it was also free of dust.  Apparently its anti-dust charm had not worn off.  He was just about to sit down when he heard a knock at the door.

“Seriously?”  He said in a low voice to himself.  Stepping out of the office door, he called out.  “Yes, come in. How may I help you?”

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1972 / Re: Hufflepuff rox your sox
« on: 12/29/2011 at 07:25 »
It is definitely time for Hufflepuff to win the house cup this year.

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Alexander Kolmer

Elder, 10 3/4 inches, dragon heartstring, rigid

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