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Post by Scotaidh Kirkland on Apr 21, 2010 22:47:01 GMT -5
The ginger man walked down the corridors and up and round the stairs of the Headmaster’s tower. He had a visit to his brother, or at least, that was what he was telling himself as he walked up the stairs. He eventually met up with the statue that guarded his younger brother’s office.
“Really? A unic’rn?” He rolled his eyes, not believing what he was seeing. “He cannae b’ as pred’ct’ble w’th ‘is password, now can he?” The Scotsman thought. The words rolled off of his tongue easily. “D’eu et mon dro’t.” The statue seemed to give him a questioning look. His green eyes flashed angrily, though he bit back his swears. What kind of role model would he be if he swore anyways? He wasn’t like his brother; the fact of whether he was an improvement or not was debatable.
His eye twitched as the creature stayed put in its resting place. SERIOUSLY!? DID IT NOT UNDERSTAND HIM?! “Ye cannae b’seri’s.” He growled. “Uhhh.” He hesitated, wondering if he could in fact soften his accent slightly. “DIeu et… Mon… Dro… DroIt.” He managed out, though it didn’t sound as accurate as it should have.
The stone statue gave a look that seemed to say that Scotaidh was pathetic before moving and revealing the staircase that was hidden. “Ye stupid sta’ue.” The professor frowned as he entered, soon finding himself in his brother’s office.
“Hn… I wonder if brither would mind…” The Scotsman wondered to himself as he took a seat behind Arthur’s desk. Scanning the room, the ginger frowned. “Aye… Th’ room seems tae b’tae g’d tae b’ true fer Arth’r.” He said to himself as he looked at the portraits on the wall. “Th’n ag’in… Th’ pict’res fit him perfectly.”
The man reclined lower in the chair, wondering where his brother had gone off to, and why the hell was the Brit so damn predictable when it came to his own office.
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Post by Gawain Kirkland on Apr 21, 2010 23:09:07 GMT -5
With footsteps echoing down the hall, Gawain really expected to be caught wandering in the corridor on his way to his brother's office. Really, it was surprising how he was not seen by anyone... At least, he believed he wasn't being watched. The Welshman gave a doubletake, suddenly paranoid of anyone perhaps following silently behind, causing silence to fill the hall as it had been before he started his way to Arthur's office.
Well, if there was anyone with him, they were pretty damn sneaky.
The blond shook his head, as if to rid himself of any worries. It wouldn't be difficult to lie to a teacher, and, being a prefect, no student would honestly question him on where he was heading off to.
Gawain couldn't help but smile at the unicorn statue that he had finally reached. "Very manly, brother," murmured the Hufflepuff before looking to each end of the hall before turning to the statue again.
Now. What was that password again? Du... something...
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Principality of Sealand
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Apr 21, 2010 23:16:03 GMT -5
Peter stealthily followed his Uncle Gawain to some unknown corridor. He hadn't been at Hogwarts long enough to understand where exactly everything was, but he figured that there really wasn't anything down here. Which meant that Gawain was going down a secluded corridor with no one else around. So, the logical conclusion that Peter made was that Gawain was here to make out with some girl.
BLACK MAIL MATERIAL FUCK YEAH.
However, Peter was sorely disappointed. But not for too long, a large statue that could only be his Uncle Artie's stood large and proud in front of Gawain. But it was a unicorn, so Peter laughed quite loudly.
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Post by Gawain Kirkland on Apr 21, 2010 23:39:08 GMT -5
If it was possible for a human to jump forty feet into the air, without some sort of magical help of course, Gawain would be achieving this feat right now. For the obnoxious laugh that had began to ricochet off the walls sent his already frayed nerves go off. He span on his heel to find his small nephew Peter, apparently having followed, or possibly just been wandering down the halls.
"Shhhshshh." Finger to to his lips in a silencing motion, he slapped his other hand over the younger boy's mouth to stop his laughs. It wasn't like the damage could be undone now that the noise was now dimming to a faint echo, but he still was shaky enough as it was, sneaking about into the Headmaster's office, whether there was a blood relation they shared or not.
"What the hell are you doing?" Gawain began to ask, but stopped as his mind began to think there were footsteps coming down the hall. Whether they were actually there or not, he grabbed Peter's arm, pulling him to the statue. "D-dieu et mon dro droit. Dieuetmondrodroitdieuetmondrodroit." He babbled, words falling out of his mouth faster than he could even control.
As soon as the statue moved possibly a foot, the older boy yanked the two into the stair case and running up the stairs, all the while keeping a grip on the smaller boy's arm.
"Okay, now, why were y--- ...... Why are you here?!" Gawain asked, breathless, eyes finding the Scot sitting in the chair behind Arthur's desk.
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Post by Scotaidh Kirkland on Apr 21, 2010 23:55:16 GMT -5
“I can ask ye th’ same thing.” The Scotsman looked at the two. Honestly, he didn’t expect his younger brother to come and find him in the office. Well, not this particular brother anyways. He had expected the annoying one—not that they all weren’t annoying that is.
Scotaidh shook his head. “A prefect draggin’ a first ye’r tae th’ he’dmast’r’s off’ce. Ye knae wh’t Arth’r thinks o’ stud’nts bein’ in ‘is off’ce.” The man’s face looked as if it were full of anger towards the two younger Kirklands. “Dae I nee’ tae tell ‘im?” The man stated, looking at the two.
Why WAS Scotaidh in the office anyways? He knew that it had something to do with Arthur… Right, alcohol; he was pretty sure that the Brit had kept a secret stash somewhere in the office, and he was going to look for it. That was awesome.
Getting up to get a better look down at the two, his eyes turned harder—if it were possible due to the partially angry expression on his face. “Wh’t dae ye think Arth’r’s going tae dae tae ye if he finds oot that ye’ve gaet th’ passw’rd tae his off’ce? He wonnae be tae nice tae ye, now will he? O’ co’rse, if ye help me w’th s’mething, I can help ye oot of th’ mess if ye get intae anythin’ w’th th’ git.”
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Principality of Sealand
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Apr 22, 2010 0:02:54 GMT -5
If there was one thing Peter didn't appreciate, it was being kidnapped by his uncle. As he was dragged up the kind of creepy staircase, he soon came confronted with his OTHER Uncle. Huh, it was like it was a Kirkland party or something.
As Uncle Gawain stood frozen and Uncle Kilt-Crossdresser tried to intimidate him, all Peter could say was, "Well, if he didn't want us in his office, he shouldn't have made the password so obvious."
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Post by Gawain Kirkland on Apr 22, 2010 0:12:27 GMT -5
Gawain just stood there, letting go of his grip on his nephew's arm and looking between Scotaidh and Peter, still trying to process what the older man had said. His accent had always been slightly difficult for him to understand, but he had grown up around it, so he probably could decipher it better than most.
Colors drained from his face as Arthur was mentioned, and even more so when the ginger haired man had requested for help with acquiring something. Gawain almost assumed on the spot that it would be... Alcohol.
Granted the Kirklands are usually... very different when intoxicated, Scotaidh was a rather scary drunk. At least, around his siblings. The very last thing he wanted to do was help him get a hold of some sort of alcoholic drink. But he had him cornered, really. There was no room to honestly deny giving him help.
"F-fine, what is it you want help with?" The blond questioned, crossing his arms over his chest.
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Post by Scotaidh Kirkland on Apr 22, 2010 21:35:34 GMT -5
Scotaidh binked slowly, eyes still harsh at Gawain; though they were moderately softer when they were laid on Peter. “Aye, ye’re right laddie.” The Scotsman laughed as he ruffled the boy’s hair. “Bu’ ye gaet tae fergive ‘im. He’s jus’ a wee bit sl’w." The man nodded. "Th'n ag'n..." He turned to Gawain, eyes growing cold once again. "Sl'w minds m'ght've run in th' fam'ly." He stated.
"Ye knae tha' I on'y lo'k fer one th'ng in th' blo'dy git's off'ce." He growled. "I nee' m' whiskey. An' ye knae tha' i donnae take any tae Hogw'rts." He growled, green eyes having gone from the soft and caring uncle to being himself. "N'w... Ye knae Arth'r bett'r th'n I dae. Wh're daes he hide th' goo' stuff?" There was no room for questioning in the tone of voice that he used.
"An' ye're going tae tell me, aye?" He eyed the other, ready to hurt him if needed.
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Post by Gawain Kirkland on Apr 22, 2010 23:44:22 GMT -5
It was probably true Peter would never know how lucky he was to be liked by Scotaidh. Which is probably a good thing, even though Gawain was probably slightly jealous of him on some level of his conscience.
The Welshman crossed his arm over his chest, trying to mimic the cold glare his brother was giving him, although it was most likely not able to hide some of the fear that he had of the thought that he might actually end up having to show the Scot where Arthur's whiskey was.
He actually tried to ignore that comment about the slow minded part. He.. did not want to acknowledge it, really. Although he was basically used to it by now, coming from his brothers in general.
"W-well, maybe I don't know where he keeps the whiskey? And 'M not sure I want you getting drunk, b-brother." The attempt at keeping a strong voice. Failed. Oh God, Scotaidh hadn't sounded like he wanted backtalk in the first place, why in the bloody hell had he said that. It was too late now, obviously, so Gawain just blinked, keeping an almost cold stare on his brother.
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Principality of Sealand
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Apr 22, 2010 23:54:03 GMT -5
Peter smiled as Uncle Scotty ruffled his hair. He liked all of his relatives, but Uncle Scotty was fun to be around. As Gawain tried to convince Scotty not to drink, Peter practically drowned out his voice as he piped in with a "I'll help you search!"
He moved around the office, trying to stake out places that Uncle Artie would hide his drinks. He started opening cabinets, and was disappointed to find nothing more than books, books, and more books. How boring.
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Post by Scotaidh Kirkland on Apr 23, 2010 0:19:03 GMT -5
Scotaidh growled again at Gawain. "Wh't'd ye say?" The Scot questioned menacingly. "Ye di'nae say wh't I tho'ght ye sai' aye?" He glared. "'Ca'se if ye di', th'n I th'nk ye shoul' th'nk aboot th' consiq'ences an' wh't c'n happ'n tae ye." His eyes narrowed. Arthur wasn't around, and he was much older than the Welsh. He could probably take the boy on if need be.
Though once Peter made off to look for the alcohol, a smile broke out on Scotaidh's face. "Th'nks lad." He smiled, though he couldn't help but to chuckle slightly as the boy made an attempt to search.
"I donnae th'nk tha' ye can find th' whiskey th're lad." He stated. "Tha's wh're he hid it las' time if I r'member'd." He stated slowly, thinking. "M'yby th' hat knaes?" The ginger shrugged, looking over to the Sorting Hat.
Shaking his head at the thought, the man quickly moved over so that he was behind the desk once again. "Now... If Arth'r gaets drunk... Wh're wou'd he ke'p his alc'hol?" He muttered to himself, still looking around.
"Any luck Pet'r?" He asked, looking up to the boy, beofore turning to glare at his younger brother again. "Why donnae ye try an' h'lp us oot, G'wain?"
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Principality of Sealand
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Apr 23, 2010 22:02:10 GMT -5
Peter frowned as he moved a few books to see if Uncle Artie had hidden the whiskey behind the books or something sneaky like that. He stopped and looked around to room, going into hardcore detective mode (actually he was still pretty much the same). He spotted a cupboard and opened it, finding nothing more than tea. Peter made a face but stopped. "Uncle Scotty, what if the whiskey's in a secret compartment or something and requires us to fight a dragon or know a password or something? We could be here hours!"
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Post by Scotaidh Kirkland on Apr 25, 2010 21:21:09 GMT -5
Poking around the lower cabinets and the nooks and crannys of the office, the Scotsman moved his head up to look at his nephew as soon as he heard the other's voice. Bad move. He banged his head on the bottom of one of the shelves, forcing him to let out a fairly loud curse. It was a good thing it wasn't a magical curse for two reasons. The first was that there was a first year in the room with him, and the second was that if he had let anything out, it would have been an illegal curse. Not the best thing to do to an impressionable child around, he was smart enough to know that.
"Well Pet'r... We can try tae bre'k op'n his c'mpartm'nt an' try tae gaet it... Or we can f'ght th' drag'n... It cannae be tha' bad if Arth'r ke'ps it... He has a unic'rn as th' ke'per tae his off'ce." Scotaidh shrugged. "Ye knae Arth'r, r'ght? He's we'k, sae ye donnae nee' tae w'rry abo't his cre'tures."
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Post by Gawain Kirkland on Apr 28, 2010 20:58:06 GMT -5
It was a rather useless feeling, just standing there as his brother and nephew searching for Arthur's alcohol.
Well. He could help, and end up being in trouble with Arthur. Or he could stand there and get in trouble with Scotaidh.
Oh, the choices.
Gawain shifted from one foot to the other, staring at the floor and attempting to avoid being actually noticed by the ginger headed man. Maybe the quest for whiskey would keep him from actually making him look as well.
Even though the Welshman could easily find it and get it over with, Arthur was rather predictable when it came to these kinds of things. Then again it might just seem like that to him. He sighed, slipping to lean against the wall and watch Peter and Scotaidh search and proceeded to fidget slightly with the edge of his shirt.
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Principality of Sealand
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Post by Peter Kirkland on Apr 29, 2010 21:13:31 GMT -5
Peter stopped looking for a moment. "Hey if there is a dragon, can I fight it? I bet I'll win!" He laughed confidently until his eyes fell on Uncle Gawain. He bounced up to the wizard and grabbed his hand, dragging him to a nearby bookshelf. "You can search here, Uncle Gawain!"
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Post by Scotaidh Kirkland on May 6, 2010 22:01:02 GMT -5
Scotaidh was going to hurt his little brother once they were alone, he made a mental note of that. Looking over to his nephew, he nodded. "O' co'rse ye can. Bu' if ye donnae win, donnae bri'g th' tro'ble on tae me. Gae cry tae Arth'r." He instructed.
When Peter dragged Gawain over, Scotaidh guessed that the kid was better than most of the students here. Not by much though. "Aye G'w'in... Ye nee' tae 'elp... Ye knae Arth'r bett'r th'n I dae... Sae wh't dae ye say? 'Elp us lo'k, an' 'ufflepuff can be ahe'd o' th' oth'r houses in p'ints..." Bribery was low, even for Scotaidh, but he was desperate. And when Scotaidh was desperate, he wasn't a very nice man.
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