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Who: Rhys, Alistair and anyone who might want to spectate.
What: FIGHT!
Where: Dresden Academy grounds near the guards cottage.
When: 8-9AM, Tuesday 20th of September
Rating: SFW - might be some language though.
Rhys had pulled night shift for the month of September. He didn't much like it. It was, predictably, quieter than the other shifts and the hours always seemed to drag. That wasn't the worst of it though, the truly unbearable part was the fact that night time cases always fell into the same few categories - young love, underage drinking, and the antics inspired by it. Just once he would like to bust someone for trying to brew a controlled potion under the cover of darkness or uncover a gathering of students practicing the dark arts. Not that he wished for the students to be involved in such things, but he was a trained Auror after all, and shooing horny/drunk/high teenagers back to their beds had quickly lost its appeal.
Tonight had been another in a string of entirely uneventful ones, and Rhys had spent it counting down the hours until he could return to the abode he shared with his fellow guards. When this time finally came it seemed to lack the usual feeling of relief. Rhys held onto the lethargy that came from boredom and the general feeling of discontent. After informing his replacement - George - of the fuck-all that had happened over night, Rhys headed for the guards' cottage. It was a crisp morning and he tried to pay little heed to anyone else who might be outside sharing it with him as he shuffled along. He just wanted to get home, and as he crossed the threshold of the cottage door he emitted a little sigh.
He'd had it in mind that a shower might refresh him - there were some things he still wanted to do before retiring for the day, but he'd need to find the energy to do them. Rhys began the process of shedding his clothing on the way to the bathroom - he draped his jacket over the back of the couch and held onto his removed shirt. He managed to make it to the bathroom without stripping further, but now that he was there, Rhys concentrated on removing his socks. That was, until, he noticed a shape in the shower. He jumped at first, before realising it was a cauldron. Due to issues with the fireplace, it had been 'decided' that they would use the bathroom to brew potions - it was contained and the ventilation could be improved with a simple spell or two. Rhys was yet to take advantage of this marvel of a place to brew potions, and was really rather unhappy about it at present. So much so that he pulled out his wand and began to levitate the cauldron. He made sure to slam open as many doors as he could on his way out of the cottage. He moved the cauldron outside near the window of his fellow guard and housemate, and had it spew out its contents before letting it crash to the ground. How well ventilated it was out here! Right. Now it was time for that shower.
What: FIGHT!
Where: Dresden Academy grounds near the guards cottage.
When: 8-9AM, Tuesday 20th of September
Rating: SFW - might be some language though.
Rhys had pulled night shift for the month of September. He didn't much like it. It was, predictably, quieter than the other shifts and the hours always seemed to drag. That wasn't the worst of it though, the truly unbearable part was the fact that night time cases always fell into the same few categories - young love, underage drinking, and the antics inspired by it. Just once he would like to bust someone for trying to brew a controlled potion under the cover of darkness or uncover a gathering of students practicing the dark arts. Not that he wished for the students to be involved in such things, but he was a trained Auror after all, and shooing horny/drunk/high teenagers back to their beds had quickly lost its appeal.
Tonight had been another in a string of entirely uneventful ones, and Rhys had spent it counting down the hours until he could return to the abode he shared with his fellow guards. When this time finally came it seemed to lack the usual feeling of relief. Rhys held onto the lethargy that came from boredom and the general feeling of discontent. After informing his replacement - George - of the fuck-all that had happened over night, Rhys headed for the guards' cottage. It was a crisp morning and he tried to pay little heed to anyone else who might be outside sharing it with him as he shuffled along. He just wanted to get home, and as he crossed the threshold of the cottage door he emitted a little sigh.
He'd had it in mind that a shower might refresh him - there were some things he still wanted to do before retiring for the day, but he'd need to find the energy to do them. Rhys began the process of shedding his clothing on the way to the bathroom - he draped his jacket over the back of the couch and held onto his removed shirt. He managed to make it to the bathroom without stripping further, but now that he was there, Rhys concentrated on removing his socks. That was, until, he noticed a shape in the shower. He jumped at first, before realising it was a cauldron. Due to issues with the fireplace, it had been 'decided' that they would use the bathroom to brew potions - it was contained and the ventilation could be improved with a simple spell or two. Rhys was yet to take advantage of this marvel of a place to brew potions, and was really rather unhappy about it at present. So much so that he pulled out his wand and began to levitate the cauldron. He made sure to slam open as many doors as he could on his way out of the cottage. He moved the cauldron outside near the window of his fellow guard and housemate, and had it spew out its contents before letting it crash to the ground. How well ventilated it was out here! Right. Now it was time for that shower.
They headed out of the dorms and into the grounds - it was clear that they weren't the only ones to have received the text, and others joined them as the hurried to see just what was going on at the guard house.
He'd found a rather choice spot on the lawn behind a very large hedge. He grinned as the other boys joined him. "They're worse than Abernathy and Adelaide," he joked.
"Getting a bro-ner?" Arnaud asked quietly.
"What? No. Fuck you." Thorn shoved at Arnaud lightly and shushed the crowd so they wouldn't get caught in their observation of the fight.
With his phone recording, Ryder's attention was completely on the guards. They were attempting to throw punches at one another amongst the scrapping now.
It was broken up too soon, in his opinion, and he even booed the strange woman as she separated the guards. She didn't seem too impressed. But neither was he. He turned to see the other students with their phones. Now was the time to review the footage.