Staff Room Meeting {Grimcarebear}

[miguel]

Cato went over to the tray of snacks in the Hogwarts' staff room. He looked over the meager food prepared for the teachers. "Why can't those house elves make us good food." He grumbled. Perhaps good food will disrupt our train of thoughts in class, He thought bitterly. He grabbed one of the bagels and the whipped cream that he wanted.

As he grabbed his wand and started spreading the whipped cream on his bagel, the door of the staff room squeaked more as it moved to a more open position. I forgot to close the door, he thought as he returned to spreading the wonderful goodness that should soon complete his bagel. He sat down, carrying his bagel with a spell from his wand, as soon as he finished preparing his food.

he was about ready to eat at the clean, white table when he saw the chandelier fall from the ceiling. He quickly pushed himself away from the table and was about to cast the 'immobilize' to stop it from falling, when the chandelier crashed into the table. Then Cato heard a laughter above, while yet being behind him. He swiveled with his wand at ready and saw the ghost, Peeves, crackling with laughter. "Young Orson almost had a chandelier on his head. One second later and you'd be dead." He crackled in a lyrical rhyme. "You better go away Peeves before I think of something." He glared at the ghost for a second and decided to not let him come up with any better come backs. He pointed his wand which shoved the ghost out of the room. "That should keep you out the room for a while," Cato said.

He looked back and chuckled thinking of all the puns that Peeves could have said with the chandelier. It's a good thing he isn't bright. He saw the wreckage. There's nothing too serious about this instance, looked worse while it was happening, He thought as he said 'reparo' twice. The chandelier moved back to place and the desk became fixed. He then pointed his wand to the mess that was his meal and said 'evanesco'. After his meal vanished, he sat back down and pouted. Excitement always make me forget about hunger. I've lost my appetite.

[grimcarebear]

"I hope they have doughnuts..."The thick Irish accent of Bradley Dickens said as he stuck his head into the room. The newly reapplied Potions Master moved across the meeting room floor, shifting around...and noticing the chandelier. "Saint's Preserve Us..what happen'd to th' chandelier? Looks worse than a pair of Pixies on a rampage......"He glanced around again...then blinked."Oooor it coulda been ol' Peeves. Forgot about that old ghost...don't know how I could, with me bein' one of his fav'te targets..."

His green eyes danced over to the table, where a fellow professor he didn't recognize sat."Oi, Lack a Day laddie! My apologies!"He moved over, sticking out his hand to the newcomer."Me names Bradley Dickens...I'm afraid we haven't met...I just reapplied...back from me homeland an' all..."He glanced to the table and wrinkled his nose."No doughnuts? What kind o' charade is this?"He laughed heartily and sat down."Ah...who needs food? It's usually more of a pain than anythin...always causes me to fall asleep in these meetin's...''He blinked, glancing at Cato."And here I go, rantin and a ravin like a banshee. So sorry....I am a wee bit of a talker, that I am."

[miguel]

Cato was sitting there at the table thinking about the old days. The days where he worked to stay alive. At least, he considered that his old job. He looped over the difficulties and how the job he has now feels bland by comparison. Never thought I'd ever miss those days, he thought. He glanced up slightly as he just realized there was another person in the room.

"Oi, Lack a Day laddie! My apologies!" Cato raised his eyes. He hadn't been used to hearing an Irish accent. He took the stranger's hand with a warm smile. "Me names Bradley Dickens... Cato continued to smile to show that he was paying attention, but was at the same time wondering if he was putting up a facade with his smile. Therefore, he dropped the smile. ...."and here I go, rantin and a ravin like a banshee. So sorry....I am a wee bit of a talker, that I am."

"Thats actually quite fine, rantin an' all. We both are new teachers at Hogwarts, anyway." He looked at Bradley and thought of how he wanted to form the conversation. "Well first things first, My name's Cato Orson. I'm the Ancient Magicks teacher." he took a breather and examined the ceiling to make sure Peeves wasn't there before continuing.

"So, tell me about yourself. Any interesting stories to tell?" He stopped to think, and decided to rephrase to question to be more specific. "More specifically, You have any fun stories concerning Peeves? I just had to deal with him, but at times he can be a funny guy." He smiled and was getting ready to listen to the response when he quickly added, "That is if they aren't too dangerous."

[grimcarebear]

Bradley nodded at Cato, listening as he replied to his statements. Well first things first, My name's Cato Orson. I'm the Ancient Magicks teacher.."Ach! Ancient Magicks. Was never too good at those histr'y classes...much better in th' potion lab...always was."He smiled again, sprawling his feet out as he looked up to the ceiling.

You have any interesting stories? More specifically, You have any fun stories concerning Peeves? I just had to deal with him, but at times he can be a funny guy. Bradley blinked and glanced over."Oh. Yeah. I was always easily picked on...and Peeves knew it."He laughed and shook his head." One time, I woke up in the dorm dangling from the ceiling by my right foot. Didn't even know he had moved me...most of the time though, it was my soup explodin in me face or minor nuisances like that. Nothing life threatenin..."

[miguel]

Cato smiled at Bradley. He just seems so much as a nice and humorous guy to him. Irish accent and talkative were bonuses to Cato's boring day. Cato chuckled as he kept thinking about what Bradley said concerning Ancient Magicks and Peeves. Was never too good at those histr'y classes, Cato recited in his head. He is right, Ancient Magicks should be more than it's history, but also how to use them practically.

"Mr. Dickins . . . you do bring up an interesting idea to mind when you said that you don't do well in History classes. Although I am new here, I would think it would improve my class to teach how to use the art of ancient magicks practically and safely don't you agree?"

Cato stood there entertained by his idea. He did once think it was a concept that would be beneficial, but he never thought very seriously about it. "Oh! I completely forgot to mention a tale of how wonderful Peeves has been during my time in Hogwarts. Peeves never was that much of a bother to me, there were the usual jokes that he tired to get me with, but none of them i can remember well enough to recall. There was this time that he drenched a fellow Ravenclaw in his bed. It was pretty funny, but not to many people got sleep after that." He smiled a bit after he started to recall the events one picture at a time.