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Dinner
Aug 26, 2003 20:06:06 GMT -5
Post by Vivian Astley on Aug 26, 2003 20:06:06 GMT -5
*looks at him sympathetically* "You're not having a very good day today are you?"
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Dinner
Aug 26, 2003 20:08:39 GMT -5
Post by Jeffrey on Aug 26, 2003 20:08:39 GMT -5
"No, not really. Very observant of you."
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Dinner
Aug 26, 2003 20:11:20 GMT -5
Post by Vivian Astley on Aug 26, 2003 20:11:20 GMT -5
"Ok insulted."
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Dinner
Aug 26, 2003 20:13:36 GMT -5
Post by Jeffrey on Aug 26, 2003 20:13:36 GMT -5
"Y'know what? I'm heading down to my lair. If you need me, you know the password."
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Dinner
Aug 26, 2003 20:18:17 GMT -5
Post by Vivian Astley on Aug 26, 2003 20:18:17 GMT -5
*rolls eyes and watches him leave and mutters* "Men. He really doesn't get it does he." *slowly get up from table and follows* "Oh how i want to give him a peice of my mind." *walks briskly out the door(sorry no speech and this will rotate back to the breakfast hall so the next post should be in there that why it was left there.)
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Dinner
Dec 30, 2003 15:26:04 GMT -5
Post by Jeffrey on Dec 30, 2003 15:26:04 GMT -5
Yet another dinner time...
Zack, now on decent terms with his new head mate, swaggers in like Jack's taught him.
"'At's th'ticket, mate! Ye OWN this bloody place!" Jack laughed in Zack's head.
Zack/Jack grins as he's once again, the first to the great Hall. He looks down at the table and says clearly (if a bit southern-like).
"And can we please not be served biscuits tonight? I'd rather like avoid a scene iffin ya'll don't mind, o'course."
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Dinner
Jan 16, 2004 13:19:15 GMT -5
Post by Gwen Combe on Jan 16, 2004 13:19:15 GMT -5
"Aww come on Zack?jack ( whoever you are now) waz wrong wi the biscuts it wouldnt be a meal here without them"
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Dinner
Jan 16, 2004 14:37:01 GMT -5
Post by Vivian Astley on Jan 16, 2004 14:37:01 GMT -5
"the biscuits are getting old...fast I don't think the house elves make new ones everyday"
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Dinner
Jan 16, 2004 14:39:17 GMT -5
Post by Jeffrey on Jan 16, 2004 14:39:17 GMT -5
*thinking* Okay, can the teacher's table not be served biscuits? The other tables seem to like pelting them at each other. Course, when they get really stale, they explode on impact and that's pretty fun. But we haven't reached that stage yet.
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Dinner
Jan 16, 2004 15:06:13 GMT -5
Post by Vivian Astley on Jan 16, 2004 15:06:13 GMT -5
*sits down and stares ind disbelif at the day ol biscuits* "Ugh! Why must we suffer with this stuff day after day."
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Dinner
Jan 16, 2004 15:11:14 GMT -5
Post by Jeffrey on Jan 16, 2004 15:11:14 GMT -5
*scratches head* I thought I asked fer no biscuits. Oh well. Can't teach ol' house elves new tricks, can ye?
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Dinner
Jan 16, 2004 15:16:40 GMT -5
Post by Vivian Astley on Jan 16, 2004 15:16:40 GMT -5
"Nope you can't"
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Dinner
Jan 16, 2004 15:20:50 GMT -5
Post by Jeffrey on Jan 16, 2004 15:20:50 GMT -5
*shrugs and digs in*
Ye know, this is a lot better th'n th'stuff Gibbs used t'serve. Ye oughtta've seen th'stuff! It jes needs a bit o' rum...
No rum.
Why no rum!?
Because, this is kind of a school. And we be going making Viv mad now, can we?
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Dinner
Jan 21, 2004 12:48:12 GMT -5
Post by Gwen Combe on Jan 21, 2004 12:48:12 GMT -5
"Day old biscuits gross. thats ok there gross to eat but fun to throw but Ellie hasnt been here for forever. O well i'll throw them at teachers"
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Dinner
Jan 25, 2004 21:35:55 GMT -5
Post by Jeffrey on Jan 25, 2004 21:35:55 GMT -5
Not if I've got anything to say about it.
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