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Week Name/Date/Time: Attack of the Wheezes / Wednesday March 29th, 2006 / 2:23 PM
Location: Corridors
Open To: Tracy
Currently Involving: Jemima
Noah Ogilvy was convinced that something was horribly horribly wrong this week, and not just the fact that his precious class time was cancelled because of sniffling professors and their lack of dedication. Honestly, would a cold hold back Noah from attending a class? NO. Then again, scrofungulus was more of a... erm.. disease and much more harsh upon one's immune system. Even if the free week, away from assignments, was justified, there was still something amiss.
McGonagall (oh bugger, MCGONAGALL YET TO BE SNOGGED) had asked them to watch over the students, and so he lazily patrolled the corridors, ever watchful for students breaking things or... hexing other students, or worst of all - getting friendly in linen closets.
And who knew about that sort of thing better than the HEAD BOY himself? Noah sighed as he spotted Troy heading toward him and placed his wand inside his robes. Yes, he was still wearing them, despite not having a reason to do so.
"Enjoying responsibility, Tracy?" he asked, smirking at his friend.
Location: Corridors
Open To: Tracy
Currently Involving: Jemima
Noah Ogilvy was convinced that something was horribly horribly wrong this week, and not just the fact that his precious class time was cancelled because of sniffling professors and their lack of dedication. Honestly, would a cold hold back Noah from attending a class? NO. Then again, scrofungulus was more of a... erm.. disease and much more harsh upon one's immune system. Even if the free week, away from assignments, was justified, there was still something amiss.
McGonagall (oh bugger, MCGONAGALL YET TO BE SNOGGED) had asked them to watch over the students, and so he lazily patrolled the corridors, ever watchful for students breaking things or... hexing other students, or worst of all - getting friendly in linen closets.
And who knew about that sort of thing better than the HEAD BOY himself? Noah sighed as he spotted Troy heading toward him and placed his wand inside his robes. Yes, he was still wearing them, despite not having a reason to do so.
"Enjoying responsibility, Tracy?" he asked, smirking at his friend.