Post by Marcus O'Conner on May 19, 2012 1:04:44 GMT -5
He didn’t particularly want to be elbow deep in the putrid green sludge that now covered his hands. Just as he didn’t particularly want to be wasting his Saturday afternoon stuck in this dreary dungeon with nothing and no one for company but the hooked nose older man currently sitting in the back corner of the room, legs shoved haphazardly under the desk before him. Unfortunately for him though the school didn’t look kindly on students fighting. Just as unlucky- it would so happen that a professor would appear only when he was winning the encounter- and when the people that had been surrounding them numbered all of his opponent’s friends the wild story of him jumping the ignorant Slytherin had been accepted as truth. Thankfully this was the last detention he had to serve for the altercation- though of course it would be the most disgusting of them yet. He’d been down in this dungeon since breakfast had ended this morning, scrubbing the mysterious green substance from the stone floor, digging it from the cracks and crevices. The old man hadn’t thought to tell him what it was that he was ridding the dungeon of, though he’d had time to warn him against the use of magic to attempt to speed the cleaning process along before he’d retired to the furthermost corner with his conjured chair, desk and book. His lips pulled as he picked a particularly nasty clump of the substance from the floor, watching with disgust as the sludge slid around, pulling and seemingly melting upon itself. Maybe it was some sort of snot, maybe they’d had a particularly nasty, diseased troll locked up in here… Or maybe someone had been doing some illegal potion work down here and the results had been the backfire of the sludge. His mouth turned down even further at that thought, eyebrows pulling together at the thought. He wouldn’t be swallowing any of the liquid that could have conceivably caused this mess…. He wouldn’t put it past Galaxia to be trying to find something to detain their victims with a better accuracy… He shook his head slightly, wincing as some of the green slid from his hair. How it had gotten up there he didn’t know, nor did he particularly care to. He supposed he should just be thankful that the stuff didn’t stick too badly against his clothing… or hair. The skin was another matter though. It seemed every time he scrubbed the stuff from the floor he came up with a darker coating of green upon his hands and forearms. “Wonderful…” The darkly muttered comment seemed to escape his keeper for the moment, the sound of grunting reaching his ears finally. Marcus turned his head slowly, a grin spreading over his lips when his eyes lit on the sleeping figure. “Nice….” This time his voice was purposefully quiet, his fingers digging into the pocket of his jeans quickly, uncaring about the stains that were sure to follow, and pulling his wand from within.
He still had a good half of the room left to do, and a promise to meet Vic in the library and relieve her from her frantic last minute studying by lunch time… something that seemed impossible to do with what was left here. With another sideways glance to the man in the corner he flicked his wand, “Scourgify.” The satisfied smirk that had started to take place on his face fell when only a good half of the sludge disappeared. Another flick of the wand, the set of his brows determined. “Scourgify.” With maybe a little extra emphasis and the green bane of his existence disappeared entirely, the grin that fitted over his lips victorious. Hurriedly he stuffed his wand back into the pocket of his jeans, looking with antipathy at the color of his fingers before clearing his throat loudly; standing from the kneeling position he’d been in for the past few hours. Another exaggerated clearing of his vocal chords and the man in the corner jerked, knees hitting against the top of the desk as he attempted to stand, hand going to the pocket of his robes. Marcus had to hold back the amused chuckle that begged to be let out of his throat, nearly choking back the smirk as the man turned upon him, eyes roving the room suspiciously. “Finished already boy?” Again with the barely disguised suspicion, like he’d done anything to earn it. But he just shrugged, a smile passing his lips as he looked around. “Well you were asleep for quite a while.. sir.” He saw the man’s jaw work, the muscle moving above in his temple fair warning. “I was not asleep mutt… You’re saying you finished all of this,” a rough hand gesture indicating the floor, “by hand?” Marcus drew the skin on the inside of his cheek between his teeth, looking around the room with a feigned slowness, lifting one shoulder and turning back to the caretaker. “Surely you must’ve seen me sir.” One corner of his lips was pulled up in an impish smirk, his eyes sparking as he turned a pair of overly innocent eyes to the man glaring daggers at him across the room. If he had any ounce of actual magical talent Marcus wouldn’t have put it past him to be the one inventing the potions back in his first few years in an attempt to cause the most pain. The man was just a caretaker though, and a poor one at that. He didn’t seem to dislike the other students as much as he did Marcus, but then- the other students didn’t spend quite so much time in his presence. He could see the desire to call him out work its way across the other man’s facial features, his fingers tightening to fists at his sides. “GO.” The word was barked with an emphatic finger pointed to the doorway, something that Marcus obeyed without question. Delaying too long could make the man change his mind, even if it did mean undermining his earlier words.
He estimated that he had a good thirty minutes before he needed to be in the library, not enough for a shower- but definitely enough time to wash the slime off and change clothes in a bathroom. Which is why he took the first available right into one, not pausing to check for occupants as he slid the black pack off of his back and the t-shirt over his head, throwing it onto the marble sink front and thrusting his arms under the jet of water that came from the faucet as he did so, scrubbing vigorously at the skin beneath. He would have probably been better off going into a girls restroom, but he doubted that they would have been too happy about him bursting in there like this- though the rosewater would have been a better assurance to getting the smell off of his skin. As it was he let one arm slide out of the water to go back to the pocket of his jeans again, pulling it out and looking down at his arm with furrowed brows. He couldn’t think of any spells that might get rid of something that the soap and water weren’t…. maybe a higher concentration… It didn’t seem like it was coming off of his skin though… His eyebrows furrowed once more as he pushed the wand tip against his left forearm, “Deletrius.” The green began to fade from his skin, a slow process but by the time that it had disappeared the water going down the drain was a murky color, bringing a small frown to his lips. Whatever he’d been cleaning was magical, that much was obvious. Of course they probably weren’t too concerned about its effects on him … he shook his head slightly and transferred his wand somewhat clumsily, relieved that the smell had dissipated with the coloring, repeating the process on his right arm. He should probably look into becoming more ambidextrous, he was sure it could serve him in a higher capacity… but now wasn’t the time to worry about it; he didn’t see how it would serve him before lunchtime anyways. His jeans seemed to be coated with the green mess too, those slid down his hips to join his shirt as he began spelling the stuff off of the rest of his body, grabbing a handful of fabric out of the black bag on the counter after he had finished. The jeans that he began to pull on were a good deal lighter than the one’s he’d been wearing earlier and decidedly less green as well. The plaid button up was something that he’d purchased from hogsmeade the previous visit though, and something he was rather happy with. The smaller black bag that appeared with the clothes he was now wearing though he left out, pressing his discarded clothes into the backpack with a distasteful shove and drawing the drawstring decisively. It wasn’t that he was a particularly picky person about what it was that he went around wearing, he wasn’t all the conscious of how other’s viewed his appearance, but he did like to smell nice, which was why he cast a quick charm over the bag to seal the smell to the insides of the bag before slinging it back over his shoulder and securing the straps around himself. He didn’t think it would help his appetite to be smelling the sludge either…
He grabbed the other black container, carefully juggling it between his hands before depositing the wand into this new pair of jeans and sliding the last few miscellaneous items onto his person; his watch, shoes, and necklace. The trip to the library was mercifully short, although that could have had more to do with the absence of the crush of students in the hallway due to lunch rather than the distance between the two points itself. He fit through the doors easily, closing them carefully behind him and turning to the right, careful to keep his steps light around the few students who were in the front part of the library, his eyes scanning the faces quickly before moving past and further into the shelves and stacks of parchment and books. It wasn’t until he’d passed the first two table clearings that he spotted the familiar shock of red hair, his lips tilting in a smile as he turned into the area, sliding into the bench across from the form with ease and placing the black case on the table in front of him, backpack coming off of his shoulder and to a rest on the bench beside him before he addressed her verbally. “You know Vic, these study sessions probably wouldn’t be so important to you if you’d study throughout the entire year instead of trying to cram it all together at the end.” Or pull herself out of her own world; either would work- although none of it was thought with malice, as the slight teasing edge to his words told. She was just one of those people who seemed to exist on another plane entirely, something that could be as equally endearing as it was distracting. His hands busied themselves with pulling the assortment of food out of the case, placing the appropriate saran wrapped items in front of each of them respectively and pushing a pile of books out of his way.
[/size][/center]He still had a good half of the room left to do, and a promise to meet Vic in the library and relieve her from her frantic last minute studying by lunch time… something that seemed impossible to do with what was left here. With another sideways glance to the man in the corner he flicked his wand, “Scourgify.” The satisfied smirk that had started to take place on his face fell when only a good half of the sludge disappeared. Another flick of the wand, the set of his brows determined. “Scourgify.” With maybe a little extra emphasis and the green bane of his existence disappeared entirely, the grin that fitted over his lips victorious. Hurriedly he stuffed his wand back into the pocket of his jeans, looking with antipathy at the color of his fingers before clearing his throat loudly; standing from the kneeling position he’d been in for the past few hours. Another exaggerated clearing of his vocal chords and the man in the corner jerked, knees hitting against the top of the desk as he attempted to stand, hand going to the pocket of his robes. Marcus had to hold back the amused chuckle that begged to be let out of his throat, nearly choking back the smirk as the man turned upon him, eyes roving the room suspiciously. “Finished already boy?” Again with the barely disguised suspicion, like he’d done anything to earn it. But he just shrugged, a smile passing his lips as he looked around. “Well you were asleep for quite a while.. sir.” He saw the man’s jaw work, the muscle moving above in his temple fair warning. “I was not asleep mutt… You’re saying you finished all of this,” a rough hand gesture indicating the floor, “by hand?” Marcus drew the skin on the inside of his cheek between his teeth, looking around the room with a feigned slowness, lifting one shoulder and turning back to the caretaker. “Surely you must’ve seen me sir.” One corner of his lips was pulled up in an impish smirk, his eyes sparking as he turned a pair of overly innocent eyes to the man glaring daggers at him across the room. If he had any ounce of actual magical talent Marcus wouldn’t have put it past him to be the one inventing the potions back in his first few years in an attempt to cause the most pain. The man was just a caretaker though, and a poor one at that. He didn’t seem to dislike the other students as much as he did Marcus, but then- the other students didn’t spend quite so much time in his presence. He could see the desire to call him out work its way across the other man’s facial features, his fingers tightening to fists at his sides. “GO.” The word was barked with an emphatic finger pointed to the doorway, something that Marcus obeyed without question. Delaying too long could make the man change his mind, even if it did mean undermining his earlier words.
He estimated that he had a good thirty minutes before he needed to be in the library, not enough for a shower- but definitely enough time to wash the slime off and change clothes in a bathroom. Which is why he took the first available right into one, not pausing to check for occupants as he slid the black pack off of his back and the t-shirt over his head, throwing it onto the marble sink front and thrusting his arms under the jet of water that came from the faucet as he did so, scrubbing vigorously at the skin beneath. He would have probably been better off going into a girls restroom, but he doubted that they would have been too happy about him bursting in there like this- though the rosewater would have been a better assurance to getting the smell off of his skin. As it was he let one arm slide out of the water to go back to the pocket of his jeans again, pulling it out and looking down at his arm with furrowed brows. He couldn’t think of any spells that might get rid of something that the soap and water weren’t…. maybe a higher concentration… It didn’t seem like it was coming off of his skin though… His eyebrows furrowed once more as he pushed the wand tip against his left forearm, “Deletrius.” The green began to fade from his skin, a slow process but by the time that it had disappeared the water going down the drain was a murky color, bringing a small frown to his lips. Whatever he’d been cleaning was magical, that much was obvious. Of course they probably weren’t too concerned about its effects on him … he shook his head slightly and transferred his wand somewhat clumsily, relieved that the smell had dissipated with the coloring, repeating the process on his right arm. He should probably look into becoming more ambidextrous, he was sure it could serve him in a higher capacity… but now wasn’t the time to worry about it; he didn’t see how it would serve him before lunchtime anyways. His jeans seemed to be coated with the green mess too, those slid down his hips to join his shirt as he began spelling the stuff off of the rest of his body, grabbing a handful of fabric out of the black bag on the counter after he had finished. The jeans that he began to pull on were a good deal lighter than the one’s he’d been wearing earlier and decidedly less green as well. The plaid button up was something that he’d purchased from hogsmeade the previous visit though, and something he was rather happy with. The smaller black bag that appeared with the clothes he was now wearing though he left out, pressing his discarded clothes into the backpack with a distasteful shove and drawing the drawstring decisively. It wasn’t that he was a particularly picky person about what it was that he went around wearing, he wasn’t all the conscious of how other’s viewed his appearance, but he did like to smell nice, which was why he cast a quick charm over the bag to seal the smell to the insides of the bag before slinging it back over his shoulder and securing the straps around himself. He didn’t think it would help his appetite to be smelling the sludge either…
He grabbed the other black container, carefully juggling it between his hands before depositing the wand into this new pair of jeans and sliding the last few miscellaneous items onto his person; his watch, shoes, and necklace. The trip to the library was mercifully short, although that could have had more to do with the absence of the crush of students in the hallway due to lunch rather than the distance between the two points itself. He fit through the doors easily, closing them carefully behind him and turning to the right, careful to keep his steps light around the few students who were in the front part of the library, his eyes scanning the faces quickly before moving past and further into the shelves and stacks of parchment and books. It wasn’t until he’d passed the first two table clearings that he spotted the familiar shock of red hair, his lips tilting in a smile as he turned into the area, sliding into the bench across from the form with ease and placing the black case on the table in front of him, backpack coming off of his shoulder and to a rest on the bench beside him before he addressed her verbally. “You know Vic, these study sessions probably wouldn’t be so important to you if you’d study throughout the entire year instead of trying to cram it all together at the end.” Or pull herself out of her own world; either would work- although none of it was thought with malice, as the slight teasing edge to his words told. She was just one of those people who seemed to exist on another plane entirely, something that could be as equally endearing as it was distracting. His hands busied themselves with pulling the assortment of food out of the case, placing the appropriate saran wrapped items in front of each of them respectively and pushing a pile of books out of his way.
