Virus clinic!

[acridturpintine]

Michael Corner has managed to fill most of Ravenclaw Tower with a thick black smoke, which has contaminated the entire stock of the sandwich bar. Mark my words, Michael: I won't forget this

Comments

[prefectlyernie]

Thank you! It was beginning to tire of losing my work and constantly having to change my robes.

10 points to Ravenclaw each. You for the announcement, and Corner for managing to not destroy a third of the universe. I know that it's difficult for him.

[cornered_beef]

That is a novel idea!!!

[no_opinion]

But would you take over the world to bring peace and harmony and Sandwich Bars to others, or would you be a cruel dictator?

I fear a theocracy under our Bishop if this isn't done correctly.

[mouldytailcoat]

Smoke does the trick? Hell, I would have set the thing on fire a long time ago if I'd known that.

[cleverlyanthony]

Don't give him ideas, Lisa.

[no_opinion]

Anthony, I'm afraid my laptop didn't finish your jumper, and I'm not sure if I could knit the rest of it well enough. It might be obvious that two different pairs of hands did the work.

[cleverlyanthony]

It's quite all right, Padma, and I would be happy to accept whatever it had made. Although, the thought of me walking around in a jumper that just ends above my navel isn't the most appealing thing in the world, I admit. Might draw unwanted attention.

[no_opinion]

It could become a trend, you know. In fact, I could loan you a skirt to pair it with. It'd be a sort of Euro-Indian fashion combination sensation. Perfect for attracting people to a study group.

Or you could have someone finish it, if you want to be conventional.

[savethefurries]

I'll need someone to help me transport it there, sploosh. The tentacles prevent me from even getting near the thing.

[no_opinion]

I wouldn't mind at all, Lavy. It's hardly out of my way to bring it here.

[cleverlyanthony]

Your computer's sprout tentacles?! Mind they don't try to strangle you, Brown. Mine, before it was cured of this horrid virus, was in a position where it kept eating anything in its vicinity, including parts of its own being. Thank goodness for Michael.