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@askwooster-blog
／人◕ ‿‿ ◕人＼ Would you like to make a contract?
... What sort of contract, may I ask?
...
Oh, I see. You'll grant me a wish in exchange for my service as a... "Magical Girl" in fighting hordes of evil "Witches."
... Excuse me if I doubt your claim.
AU • Hogwarts
Sign your character’s name and their fitting house.
Lacey: Slytherin
Billy: Slytherin
Malcolm(Primal): Slytherin
Nate: Gryffindor
Addison: Ravenclaw
Chase: Hufflepuff
Siarc: Hufflepuff
Cale: Slytherin
Strider: Ravenclaw.
Shale: Slytherin
Rory:Ravenclaw
Joanna: Gryffindor
George: Slytherin
Alex: Ravenclaw. Was there really any doubt?
Evil!Shadow : Slytherin / Normal!Shadow : Gryffindor
The Doctor (11th): Hufflepuff
Tarvek: Slytherin
Othar Tryggvassen, Gentleman Adventurer: GRYFFINDOR!
Ardsley Wooster: Hufflepuff.
... And then, I'd fuck you so hard into the mattress that we could be heard from anywhere in the Castle. While my wife watches. -- Theo
... The pure volume would be hard to achieve
unless
special bedsprings.
Your shirt and your shoes, obviously, then, perhaps a massage. Work out all the stress of the day from your muscles. Maybe apply a bit of oil. Really work it in there. Then move lower. Your legs tense up too. Of course, I'd have to remove your pants. And massage your behind. And your front.
Being quite forward there aren't you.
... And then?
RED FIRE, did Sleipnir give us away? Oh, and you left a stocking, last time. As for what I would do to you... *hypothetically*... Slowly remove your vest. - Theo
... And after that?
If I was tied up, gagged, and blindfolded on your bed when you walked in, what would you do to me?
How hilarious, Anon. I shall begin stripping immediately.
In all seriousness, though, things have been heating up around the castle as of late-- an artificial heatwave- causes yet unknown- means that currently the average temperature around here is around 27 degrees Celsius.
Labcoats and such are no longer practical, I'm afraid.
Although, I'm a bit suprised--
Usually these problems are fixed within hours.
Um, Miss...
Missus?
… Baroness?
[He holds the loincloth up]
I think I have something that belongs to you?
Zantabraxus will do just fine.
And thank you, darling, I was wondering where those went.
[Takes them from him and smiles slyly]
Where did you get these anyway?
[Why oh why is the truth so odd and unlikely?]
Um, well, a gray-skinned construct of sorts rushed up and threw your… garments at me, and, er, well,
I have no idea where they came from, originally.
[admiring the ceiling is not helping his case, look the woman in the eye]
Perhaps they were stolen? or…
[Just. Looming. Not at all impressed, either.
Wooster you have so much splainin’ to do.]
[Sweet weasels, how does he explain. He might be a super british spy but that is the Baron who could flatten him with a hand who's wife he is returning underwear to-]
[he clears his throat]
ThisisapurecoincidenceIswearIammerelybeingagoodpersonandreturningthearticleofclothingtoitscorrectowner.
[If worst comes to worst, he decides that the window is a viable escape option. Never mind the height.]
Um, Miss...
Missus?
… Baroness?
[He holds the loincloth up]
I think I have something that belongs to you?
Zantabraxus will do just fine.
And thank you, darling, I was wondering where those went.
[Takes them from him and smiles slyly]
Where did you get these anyway?
[Why oh why is the truth so odd and unlikely?]
Um, well, a gray-skinned construct of sorts rushed up and threw your… garments at me, and, er, well,
I have no idea where they came from, originally.
[admiring the ceiling is not helping his case, look the woman in the eye]
Perhaps they were stolen? or…
Um, Miss...
Missus?
... Baroness?
[He holds the loincloth up]
I think I have something that belongs to you?
What are you doing with my mother's underwear? And why are you blushing?
Well, it’s not underwear like Europeans wear underwear….see? It’s more like an intricately embroidered loincloth. You don’t wear anything over it. It’s meant to be shown off.
And how did you wind up with it?
Well, I—
Some gray-face ran up to me and threw it at me!
I don’t think it’s the one entangled in the chandelier… and…
um…
it’s still warm.
You could always go return it to her yourself….
[barely suppressing a leer in her voice]
Well- I suppose.
[All he had to do was walk up to the warrior queen and hand her back her underwear.]
[The warrior queen that was married to Baron Wulfenbach]
[This might call for carrying a small death ray and a lockpick]
... wish me luck?
What are you doing with my mother's underwear? And why are you blushing?
- Zeetha
I swear I have no clue how this happened.
I didn’t even think your mother wore underwear!
Well, it’s not underwear like Europeans wear underwear….see? It’s more like an intricately embroidered loincloth. You don’t wear anything over it. It’s meant to be shown off.
And how did you wind up with it?
Well, I—
Some gray-face ran up to me and threw it at me!
I don’t think it’s the one entangled in the chandelier… and…
um…
it’s still warm.
What are you doing with my mother's underwear? And why are you blushing?
- Zeetha
I swear I have no clue how this happened.
I did not even think for a moment that your mother wore underwear!
*Throws Zantabraxus' panties at you and runs off*
[He catches them out of instinct]
What?
I-- You---! How---?
NO.
In regards to the rumors about my mother,
askwooster:
[Fortunately, the falling arm of the chandelier misses Wooster, broke its fall on a chair, leaving the wrap undamaged, but still tangled.]
That’s certainly one way of getting it down.
[He’s sure the Baron will forgive them for that— after all, they did just save his wife’s best chestwrap from a life of entanglement]
I even made the cut clean so all they have to do is blowtorch it back in place. Easy!
[And now she’s trying to untangle the thing]
Hmmn….I might need some pliers for this.
[takes a closer look at it]
How on earth did it get so tangled? It would have had to actually been wrapped around the chandelier to get this… or…
[what’s this?]
How odd. I believe this tassel is actually inside the crystal… see?
They’re actually joined together.
What could do this?
There is a theory that some strong Sparks warp the physics of the area around them…or it could just be that my mother is very creative.
[Well, if Sparks warped physics like this when they were in that state of mind... Well, then doing things would be pretty dangerous...]
Well, I suppose we could just deliver this all together up to the Baron...
Let him sort it out...
[He shrugs.]
Although I would enjoy hearing more about Skifander.
In regards to the rumors about my mother,
Oof.
The ladder appears to be stable now. Should I try going up first…?
[Because Wooster is totally not worrying about Zeetha cutting up the chandelier. Not worrying at all]
No worries, I’ll get it! Just hold the ladder steady….
[She draws a sword, trying to get the fabric free with minimal damage to the fixture….but the embroidery is firmly caught on the fastenings of the crystals and one of the tassels is thoroughly entwined….there’s only so much finesse can accomplish with this Gordian Knot….right…Plan B time! *KA-SLICE!*]
I’ll disentangle the thing myself. I’m sure they can fix it when I’m done with it.
[Fortunately, the falling arm of the chandelier misses Wooster, broke its fall on a chair, leaving the wrap undamaged, but still tangled.]
That’s certainly one way of getting it down.
[He’s sure the Baron will forgive them for that— after all, they did just save his wife’s best chestwrap from a life of entanglement]
I even made the cut clean so all they have to do is blowtorch it back in place. Easy!
[And now she’s trying to untangle the thing]
Hmmn….I might need some pliers for this.
[takes a closer look at it]
How on earth did it get so tangled? It would have had to actually been wrapped around the chandelier to get this… or…
[what’s this?]
How odd. I believe this tassel is actually inside the crystal… see?
They’re actually joined together.
What could do this?
