Headless
@Rosalina CroweClark couldn't help but find his way to the Headmaster's office. It's not like he was truly in there to do bad things but like, he just wanted to be in there, that was all. He walked around the room, pressing his face against the wall, like those who run into windows. He thought it was moderately funny, even if it meant his dna was all over the room should it be a crime scene at some point.
He looked at the desk and the stairs and honestly it wasn't really that interesting up in his office, so why wouldn't he just liven it up? He walked over to a collection of books and opened it, reading the content on the left page and losing interest immediately. "This is worth destroying." He said quietly, tearing a page out of the book. He looked around, making sure he was not being stalked. Well, if he was, he was not a good observer.
He ripped another page out, and behind it was a picture of a wendilyn. Interesting. But no, books were the devil and deserved to be destroyed. He ripped that picture out and felt proud of himself. It was like he was doing the work he was supposed to be doing.
| You've gotta break some eggs to make an omlette, something something. |
Headless
Mentions: @Logan BairdHe looked up from the fluttering pages wickedly. Oh dearie, how fun it seemed to be the destroyer over the carer. Clark shot the incoming voice a grin bigger than one could imagine, his brows furrowed inwards. His eyes had a glint of evil, it was almost as if he wanted to appear as if the devil had possessed him.
"Oh yeah, I'm definitely destroying these books. We would be in such a better place without these nightmare fuels!" He stopped what he was doing, pulling his hand down towards his hips where his wand resided, as he asked a question with honest curiosity, "Now, who are you?" This girl had to be new. Had to be. No one would dare cross his path and interfere! Last professor that did that to him got an asp viper in their room.. granted, he did have to serve detention..
"Logan Baird. It's a pleasure to meet you. If anyone asks, I'm from Hufflepuff and I sleep in the badger bungalow with a bed that reeks of rotten tuna from my dratted cousin!" Identity theft came in hot, but he had to admit, he didn't want his name to be out there! At the very least, he had to slander his own cousin just so he could avoid trouble! It was only fair since she slammed him onto the ground!
Interacting: @Rosalina Crowe
| You've gotta break some eggs to make an omlette, something something. |