ext_150768 ([identity profile] principalconnor.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2005-09-19 10:27 am

Study Hall - Monday, September 19th

Welcome to the study hall for Monday.

I spent yesterday in my tower room with a bottle of Captain Morgan and a carton of cigarettes and I haven't held a gun in twenty-four hours. Needless to say, I am not in the best of fuckin' moods, and the first student to try anything is getting detention. Hell, the first teacher to try anything with me may get detention.

*glares at students across the study hall teacher's desk, props her booted feet on the corner of the desk, and flashes a dirty look to everybody who walks past*

Your announcements for today:

-- As some of you who didn't already know may have found out this weekend, we do have werewolves on campus. The curfew is there for a reason, people. And on the nights of the full moon, you WILL be in your dorm rooms by the time the moon rises. No exceptions.

-- For anyone who may have missed it, homecoming's coming up soon. Also, [livejournal.com profile] fandomhitunes has arrived.

-- The door of locker 327 is stuck open and won't fucking shut. There's your warning.

-- The cafeteria will be serving any meal you ask for today on request, but please keep in mind that the cafeteria workers think someone poured a potion or something into one of the vats, and since they were pretty sure it wasn't hazardous, they went and started serving anyway. I really have to fire those fucking bastards sooner or later.

Jesus, I need a gun. *squirms*

Maybe if I just hold a water pistol, it'll take the edge off ...

(Anonymous) 2005-09-19 11:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Broots stared intently on the screen watching the computer run through the data. "Hm? No, I don't think so. I'll talk to Potter and Harris this evening. Or at least try to. If you need me, e-mail. I hate having to lock AIM. It's close to impossible and it leaves logs."

[identity profile] mparkerceo.livejournal.com 2005-09-19 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)
With a sneer, Parker put her sunglasses back on, and turned off the white noise generator. "And don't you forget it!" she suddenly shouted in Broots' ear, smirking when he jumped, then muttered, "Later," as she stalked off.