Lifestyle Seminar, here today.

[isnotimportant.livejournal.com]

Slartibartfast comes into his classroom/kitchen and sits down a the table.

There is a collection of bottles and glasses in front of him.

Okay, alcohol and its relation to lifestyle... any thoughts?

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[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige sticks her head in the room, "excuse me sir? I'm not registered for this class but I heard about topic of discussion, can I join?"

[isnotimportant.livejournal.com]

Ah, come in miss ... Matthews, isn't it? Friend of young Draco? We have some space on this course if you want to sign up, but if not I'm quite happy to have you join in. Do you have some particular insight into the role of alcohol? Or some expertise, perhaps? I've got some here ... for illustrative purposes, you understand.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige smiles, "Yes that's me. I think I would like to sign up if that's ok."

She bites her lip, "if I say I experience with alcohol and stuff I'm not gonna get reported am I?"

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

((stick the word "have" before experience please!))

[isnotimportant.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm not in the business of reporting people for ... research. Oh, and you'll appreciate that I'm not in the business of providing alcohol for students, but if any of them happen to find research material lying around on a table somewhere then that's hardly a matter for me.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige smiles, "I'll bear that in mind, thank you sir!"

[http://users.livejournal.com/___lily_evans_/]

Lily looks up from her desk as Paige walks in. She smiles at the newcomer.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige smiles, "hey Lily."

[http://users.livejournal.com/___lily_evans_/]

"Hi Paige. It's good to see you here." Lily gestures to the empty seat next to her.

[the4thsister.livejournal.com]

Paige sits down next to Lily, "Yeah I was gonna join when the semester started but it got filled up really quickly and well this topic sounded like something I could talk about."

"Did you enjoy hoemcoming?"

[pure-blooddraco.livejournal.com]

Draco walks in and after winking at Lily, sits down in the seat in front of her.

[http://users.livejournal.com/___lily_evans_/]

Lily smiles at Draco and feels very relieved. She hadn't heard from him since the dance and was starting to worry that she had done something wrong.

[pure-blooddraco.livejournal.com]

Draco turns around in his seat and says something about alcohol loudly before leaning in to whisper to Lily.
"Sorry I've been kind of quiet lately. Elections y'know. At this point it doesn't matter if I get elected or not, I just want this thing to be over with!" he says with a smile

[neptune-wallace.livejournal.com]

Wallace comes in and sits at the back of the room, which doesn't do much good with so few students in the class anyway.

[isnotimportant.livejournal.com]

Ah, good evening my boy. Interesting take you have on alcohol there. Do you not touch the stuff?

[neptune-wallace.livejournal.com]

"No sir. I don't see the point, really."

[isnotimportant.livejournal.com]

He picks up his glass and looks at it.

Very wise, by moy. My boy. It compromises your intellectuactual faculties.

[deirdreofamber.livejournal.com]

((sorry so late, work, gah))

*alcohol and it's usefulness, er, not*

[isnotimportant.livejournal.com]

There are several empty bottles on the table. The professor has at some previous point sucked the air out of one of the bottles, which has now trapped his tongue. He looks up, and attempts to smile.

Ah. Aurgh eaurhia eualia.

He looks confused. he pulls at the bottle, without success.

[deirdreofamber.livejournal.com]

*carefully breaks bottle so as to untrap the professor's tongue without cutting him anywhere*

So this is your idea of experimentation? Perhaps I should see you home safely, dear professor?

((ooc:checking my email before bed and had to reply, that is so sadly funny! *snerk*))

You should also avoid licking any frozen flagpoles, just so you know.

((ooc:that sounds like a really hideous drink, doesn't it? "Happy Hour! Two for One! Frozen Flagpoles!!" How obvious is it that I need sleep? Ha.))

*Offers to make some coffee*

((ooc: feel free to mod Deirdre and have a cup of coffee with her. Goodnight!))

[isnotimportant.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

He licks his lips. he licks the inside of his mouth. He tries to lick his tongue, and can't quite work out why he's unable to do so.

Coffee, yes.

He stands up, walks a few of steps towards one of the counters. He stands still, swaying slightly, for a few moments. And then he very carefully, very deliberately, sits down cross-legged on the floor.

I'll just sit here for a bit. Coffee would be very good. There's some Klaatchian dark roast over there.

She makes coffee.

One of those bottles trapped my tongue, you know. It's dangerous stuff, this alcohol. I have a couple of friends who like alcohol. Alcohol. Colcohale. Hilcahaa. Alcalcalcalc... oh, coffee, thank you.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Hamlet comes in to class very late, and still wearing the same outfit that he was in at the school dance. He sees the bottles of alcohol on the table and glares at them.*

We're not expected to drink those today, are we?

[isnotimportant.livejournal.com]

The professor looks up past the bottle attached to his tongue. He waves expansively at the tableful of alcohol, and shrugs.

[ihatedenmark.livejournal.com]

*Hamlet rolls his eyes and watches as Deirdre breaks the bottle on Slartibartfast's tongue.*

This is exactly the sort of thing I was talking about...</small?

[isnotimportant.livejournal.com]

Deirdre has made the professor some coffee and joined him sat on the floor.

So you're not intending to subject yourself to the affluence of incohol?