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[quirinus]

I'd rather n-not.

Go there I mean.

Thanks.

You're not s-serious right?

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[his_nemesis]

Go where, Professor?

[quirinus]

[Stares blankly for a moment before steepling his fingers, tapping them together and then ultimately folding his arms.

Nope.gif.]

Oh you know.....anywhere.

[his_nemesis]

Anywhere? Is there somewhere specific that your mundane is making you go?

[quirinus]

[........So many questions...]

N-not at all. Merely warning her off before she starts.

[his_nemesis]

[Harry likes asking questions. Sorry, dude.]

My mundane has often done things that I do not agree on. Such as making me talk to Sirius's mother on the wall. The painting. She screams at me and they think it's funny.

[quirinus]

[Well he's trying to pretend things didn't go to Hell under Hogwarts.

Instead he's going to keep his gaze upwards. Look at that ceiling, isn't it a nice ceiling?]

You can always walk away from a p-painting..... And my mundane gets the message.

[his_nemesis]

True.

How are things at the school, Professor? [Ok, you're dead and everything but....Harry is going to ignore that for now. Also the whole part about Voldemort being on your head and the Philosopher's Stone.]

[quirinus]

[Raises an eyebrow. Well he's not going to bring it up just yet if Potter isn't. Quirrell is not going to dig himself into that hole.]

Oh you know. Same old same old. [Just gives a nervous titter.] How are your s-studies?

[his_nemesis]

Very well, thanks. I'm still enjoying Defence Against the Dark Arts and learning about new creatures all the time.

[acharmingsmile]

A good tailor? [ Gilderoy most certainly hopes so. Why, that poor fellow's robes are easily three times too big for him! ]

The ladies like a man in snug robes, you know. [ Tee-hee. ]

[quirinus]

[What even....? Why do you even exist Lockhart? Have a look of polite confusion.]

Afraid I don't q-quite follow you?

[acharmingsmile]

[ Why does that ugly turban exist? Have a smile! ]

You're not a bad looking chap, you'd look much better with a new set of robes and a nice, jaunty hat.

[quirinus]

[Why does your face exist? Tentative half-smile back.]

There's nothing wrong with my robes. At least I don't think there is.

[acharmingsmile]

[ Don't be jealous. My toupee >>> your Voldemort. ]

...they're rather drab, my dear boy.

[quirinus]

[Says the guy who can't even teach a proper Defence class]

Well they're a-appropriate for teaching classes in. [Looking somewhat affronted.]

[acharmingsmile]

[ Why teach when you can prance? Oh you~! ]

Oh, I teach as well. Terribly fun! In fact, I taught class earlier in these robes. [ They're very shiny. Some would say too shiny, actually. ]

[quirinus]

[Hard to prance with all those cornish pixies being pesks, amirite?]

.....They're very bright. [Just squints. Lockhart obviously teaches "how to scare muggles within ten yards via bad fashion".] Not very practical though...?

[acharmingsmile]

[ But those pixies pulled his hair! He spend two hours styling that, what was he to do~? ]

Awfully practical, although I can't sit down very well in these. [ That's not what practical means, Lockhart. ] But one must make sacrifices for fashion, don't you agree?

[quirinus]

[Sort them out before they pulled all of his hair out? One day Lockhart's going to just go POOF! Bald.]

Uh....

[Just looks around as if expecting someone to come and save him from this oddity. Yep. Any moment now.... any moment.....dammit.]

Well they don't look comfortable.

[acharmingsmile]

[ Don't say such horrible things... that'd make Lockhart cry~! ]

Oh, they rather are! And flattering to my tush, more importantly. [ ...you should change the subject! This isn't heading in a very pleasant direction for you, Quirrell. ]

[quirinus]

[Isn't that the point?]

I didn't really notice. [Time to sidestep hurricane Lockhart.] I think I'd better be going now.....

[acharmingsmile]

Hah, you may not... but the ladies most certainly do!

Nonsense. Why don't we do lunch? It isn't every day I meet a fellow Professor!

Say, where do you teach?

[i_am_lord_voldemort]

Why are you so nervous?

[quirinus]

[S q u i n t ]

I've seen the places the mundane looks at.

[i_am_lord_voldemort]

You can shape them to your liking.

[blue_hearted_jumi_knight]

...Hm? You have an odd manner of speech. Is there something wrong? *...But he has a weird feeling, somehow.*

[quirinus]

Oh no, not really. I don't think anyway, haha.... [Nervous grin.]

[blue_hearted_jumi_knight]

...I see.

*Human, why so nervous? Elazul glances around them, then back up at the guy.*

If you're certain, then. *More careful looking around, his flesh hand idly touching the pommel of his scimitar, as if to reassure himself that it's there.*

[oncebitten]

_{[ merlin. this man is so anxious it's putting lupin on read alert just standing next to him. he smiles kindly and ignores his instincts that something here is so very wrong. ]}

I don't think you'll have too much to worry about. These muns aren't all bad.