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Creature Languages (Thursday, March 23 - Period 3)
After the students had filed in, they were introduced to a rather different tall, gaunt, pale man than the one they were used to.
“Good morning,” he said in slow English with a silky smooth sneer. “You may call me,” he paused, “Lord Voldemort. I have been requested to be here to educate you all in the fine art of slipping one’s tongue around the intricacies of Parseltongue - the language of snakes.”
He looked disgusted as he indicated a pile of papers on Dream’s desk. “Take a vocabulary sheet, if you please. Then ask me whatever questions you may have in Parseltongue. If all else fails, I’ll resort to English, but I warn you - it’s nearly an unconscious language. I won’t be happy about having to change.” He glanced at Dream. "But...I will oblige you, as you're," another sneer, "students, yet."
His red slits of eyes were scoping out various entrances and exits to the classroom, and his hands continued to reach for a clearly absent wand. It's also possible that he may have looked almost as though he was being forced to be there by some means.
But only if you were really paying attention. Which you shouldn't be. Because you're supposed to be working on Parseltongue.
[ooc: OCD threadscoming are up. Also, I have some stuff to take care of this afternoon, so I'll be gone for about an hour. Should be back pretty steadily after that, though. Huzzah, am back!]
“Good morning,” he said in slow English with a silky smooth sneer. “You may call me,” he paused, “Lord Voldemort. I have been requested to be here to educate you all in the fine art of slipping one’s tongue around the intricacies of Parseltongue - the language of snakes.”
He looked disgusted as he indicated a pile of papers on Dream’s desk. “Take a vocabulary sheet, if you please. Then ask me whatever questions you may have in Parseltongue. If all else fails, I’ll resort to English, but I warn you - it’s nearly an unconscious language. I won’t be happy about having to change.” He glanced at Dream. "But...I will oblige you, as you're," another sneer, "students, yet."
His red slits of eyes were scoping out various entrances and exits to the classroom, and his hands continued to reach for a clearly absent wand. It's also possible that he may have looked almost as though he was being forced to be there by some means.
But only if you were really paying attention. Which you shouldn't be. Because you're supposed to be working on Parseltongue.
[ooc: OCD threads
Re: Talk to Voldemort
//
It's a very nice mallet...I'll try to keep that in mind, Mr. Flighty Death.// I pronounced that wrong, didn't I? Squall."