The Kitchen

Konrad finishes, putting new bandages on it and casting a spell to clean his shirt of the blood. "Alright, I think that should do it. I need and blood replenishing potion and I don't have one on me." He said.

"Do you need help apparating or are you okay?" He asked Konrad

(@Blaire: "filthy mudblood" has been in almost every line your character has said whenever she'd around or near VanXD)

( Lol, I've tried so hard to edit them out, alas, my photoshop skills aren't quite what they used to be =.= )

"...They're disco pants." He grinned, not at all affected by the insult. "Guess what's inside - my disco stick." He winked at the other, continuing to instigate. "Wanna see?"

He paused, hearing Konrad and looking up - "ah, wait, I want to talk to you about something, first!"

( @Alex: I know right? x3 And Vanity even said that the word didn't phase him )

"I should be able to manage, If I splinch my self what's one more cut?" he asked half joking. He paused and turned to Van, raising and inquisative eyebrow. "Yes?" he asked.

"Hm, I didnt know disco sticks came in extra small" He said in a mock thinking voice


(lol, Im bad at photoshop :P)

(XD HAHAHAHA disco stick? seriously?)

"Ew no! no one wants to see a dry sriveled up rasin." Blaire said disgusted.


(i know lol)

(Aimee in ravenclaw is pretty good with photoshop:] ask her to help if ya want)

Christof scratched the back of his head tiredly. The maturity level was too low for him at the moment.

"Hey, hey...I'll show you two after school." He flashed them a wide grin, before turning back to the professor, grin gone as soon as it came, lips drawn into a frown. "...I'd rather we be....Er, alone, when I tell you..."

( I have been dying to use the phrase "disco stick" for three days now. Don't. Judge. Me. )

(Wth...I can not put this conversation into words)

"Yeah, I'm definitely gonna show you later." He murmured, assuring this with a tiny nod. This was way too fun.

(lady gaga used it. Why can't we?)

"Geuss thats not gunna happen then is it" He said

"You two go on a head. i'll catch up shortly. Blair choose a room, First attic room is claimed though. And obviously not my room." he added.

"Alright, lets go Blaire" He said, gripping her arm tightly

He stretched out his arms and sighed, staring down at his ankle. The purple was slowly fading to peach and the swelling had gone down considerably.
He waited for the two to leave, before he spoke.

Christof sat in a chair crossing his legs and resting an arm on the table.

"I want to show you something..." He murmured quietly, pulling a battered-up old book from his pocket, ink smudges and torn pages throughout it. He glanced over to the two Slytherine, waiting for them to leave, before he continued.

He turned and dissaparated, taking Blaire with him