4 Jun 2024, 23:54
Makeover Time
There was this naked adonis-like creature with a resting scowl standing guard outside the History of Magic Classroom. It was a shameless display, with his baker's dozen abds and his *gasp* nipples uncovered. All he wore was a torn loincloth. He was likely half frozen even in mid summer in Scotland.
Erin was not much for the history of anything, she was pretty sure that she had a book about Hysterics, no Histology, well it started with an H and that was really as far as she had gotten. Erin had no interest in sneaking into the classroom, honestly the security of calling it a classroom was security enough. Erin was however armed with her chosen weapon: an XXXL wizarding robe and hat. They were not neatly folded because Erin was not a particularly organized young woman, her dorm reflected the chaos in her own head. A wad of wizarding robe and a badly crushed wizard hat was her offering.
Of course she had to approach him at night. There were too many students during the day... Slipping out of her dorm as a seventh year was not particularly difficult, she cast punch ™ and enacted her intimidating aura ™ to escape was essentially like an ogre screaming at the guards "you do not see me." So armed with the power of an anime protagonist, not that Erin Ryan had ever heard of or seen an anime, and the wisdom also of an anime protagonist, she would somehow find her way on the corridor that the hysteresis class or more famously the naked jacked man was on and with her greatest expression of stealth (wisdom 3 + 1d20 (6) = 9) which was basically her threatening one of the portraits to "be quiet or they get the pen again" and attempt to cover up Asdrúbal only to fail miserably.
Erin was not much for the history of anything, she was pretty sure that she had a book about Hysterics, no Histology, well it started with an H and that was really as far as she had gotten. Erin had no interest in sneaking into the classroom, honestly the security of calling it a classroom was security enough. Erin was however armed with her chosen weapon: an XXXL wizarding robe and hat. They were not neatly folded because Erin was not a particularly organized young woman, her dorm reflected the chaos in her own head. A wad of wizarding robe and a badly crushed wizard hat was her offering.
Of course she had to approach him at night. There were too many students during the day... Slipping out of her dorm as a seventh year was not particularly difficult, she cast punch ™ and enacted her intimidating aura ™ to escape was essentially like an ogre screaming at the guards "you do not see me." So armed with the power of an anime protagonist, not that Erin Ryan had ever heard of or seen an anime, and the wisdom also of an anime protagonist, she would somehow find her way on the corridor that the hysteresis class or more famously the naked jacked man was on and with her greatest expression of stealth (wisdom 3 + 1d20 (6) = 9) which was basically her threatening one of the portraits to "be quiet or they get the pen again" and attempt to cover up Asdrúbal only to fail miserably.
Last edited by Hjørdis Jensen on 5 Jun 2024, 00:01, edited 1 time in total.
Reason: Changing thread type to roleplay
Just a trick of the lighting they said...
5 Jun 2024, 00:09
Makeover Time
Erin was not particularly quiet, subtle or gentle about it as she rushed the gargoyle and attempted to shove the robe over the gargoyle Asdrúbal's head. As one might have expected, the guardian of the History of Magic classroom had noticed! Shuddering to life with fiery coals for eyes, and a row of very sharp teeth. The fearless teen would realize in that moment a familiar sentiment - she done screwed up. Erin yeeted with all of her strength the crooked wizard hat and attempted to flee.The existence of a living stone creature was never the easiest, he knew that since the day someone remembered to give him a breath of being. The Gargoyle had been carried away from that huge, fancy building - they called it the Ministry, whatever that was - and was now placed at the door of an ancient stone corridor, being cursed to endure the comings and goings of very nosy and very noisy little people. It was disturbing how such short beings could be so loud! It annoyed him deeply, but that was his destiny, that was the reason he existed in the first place.
So when someone, those who thought they were smarter than others, tried to get past him it would give Asdrúbal - what a horrible name that tasteless woman had given him! - the right excuse to loosen some strings and finally show them his beautiful teeth and bright red eyes.
Unfortunately for you, this was your fate: having to deal with a very bad-tempered Gargoyle. Asdrúbal looked menacingly into your eyes and growled viciously as he moved in front of the heavy wooden door. Its enormous bat wings trembled in disconcerting threat and its large clawed hands gripped your shoulder as the Gargoyle leaned in, bringing its face closer to yours. "Leave" It snarled in a raspy voice. Asdrúbal freed you but his gaze never left you until he saw you leave the hallway.
The only issue, Asdrúbal had a longer stride, could fly and despite Erin's greatest efforts, when sans a broom she was only able to fly a few feet at a time and she had stopped growing at a health 5 foot 7, and would not grow an inch more. Asdrúbal would catch her, grip her with a terrifying claw. The state of the XXXL robe unknown for the sake of not godmodding and with a single, gruff, rumbling phrase Asdrúbal would tell her to leave.
And leave Erin would. She would run back down the stairs with haste when his stony hand relinquished its grip and she would rush into her dorm. The safety of the dank and cold dungeon-like, yet well-furnished space would allow her to quickly forget the terrors she had just seen. This is why you never ever go to class.
Just a trick of the lighting they said...