MUNCHIES ( open )

[ZWEI]

Dva Pavel was hungry. It wasn't a usual state for him, really, as he didn't seem to eat much of all, but today he was feeling particularly peckish as he beelined his way down to the kitchens. He was between classes at the moment, and full intending to make the most of it. He wasn't exactly a common visitor to the kitchens - for some reason the house elves seemed eager to avoid him. Not that he particularly cared as he stopped in front of the entrance to the kitchens, tickling the pear in the painting as the portrait swung open, stepping inside.

Once more, as he stepped into the room, the house elves froze, then sped up - skittering around the kitchen as they barelled towards him, demanding his order, eager to get him out of there. They were acting on instinct, not logic, and it amused Dva a great deal. Now, of course, he had to wait - which meant he was bored, and he was left glancing around, hoping someone was going to show up to entertain him. Anyone would do, really, because Dva was not a particularly picky person. No, he'd take whatever he got, and then mold it into something interesting to him - regardless of the cost to his enemy.

(Short topic starter, open to anyone. Eager to get some RP started on here. C:)

[ANGELO POTTER]

angelo potter!

oh, the orders must be taken

Angelo would starving. Skipping breakfast was the worst idea he had thought of in a long time. He had arisen from his bed late and as he looked to his clock he had but ten minutes to get up, dressed and get to class. Food was his last priority that morning. It wasn't even on his mind as he left his dormitory to travel to his class. He arrived on time; just as the students had walked in and took their seats.

Now it was between classes - a free class where he had no other classes. He didn't have to fill in for anyone. He didn't have assignments to grade. He didn't have assignments to make and he definitely didn't have anything to eat yet. He was famished, his stomach was rumbling and he decided he would venture to the kitchen. His excuse? Erm, staff check.

He tickled the bear and the door unlocked and he was greeted with open arms by the house eleves that catered for the schools food needs. "Hello Headmaster Potter," they all chimed in sync. Upon his arrival to Hogwarts he had made sure that the elves be treated right. Of course they worked but they were they were treated better. He was still their master, but he gave clothes to other people to give to them every so often. Better than rags.

As he walked into the kitchen he spotted another staff member of Hogwarts. One of his employee's. Dva Patel was the demonology professor, a subject that was recently new when you compare it to how long charms and defence against the dark arts have been thought to students. The house elves ran around cooking him different food.

"Oh, hello Professor Patel, funny meeting your here."

[ZWEI]

Zwei glanced up as someone entered, the faintest of smiles lingering on his face. Of course it would be the headmaster, the one person he probably would never be able to really play with. Too many secrets to keep from this one, but he could have his fun all the same. That fun just had to be properly in character. Zwei nodded his head to the headmaster, smiling faintly. "Hello, Headmaster Potter." He remarked, voice quiet but tinged with a heavy Russian accent. The house-elves, at least, seemed to like the headmaster, and flocked to him as much as they avoided Zwei. He doubted they were even aware of why they avoided him, but they avoided him just the same.

"Pavel." He corrected softly, faintly amused at the mistake. His name was foreign, however, so it wasn't that surprising. "Not so odd. I get hungry rather frequently, and the house elves are rather accommodating to my needs. We did not have such loyal servants at home in Russia." He kept his tone even, controlled - perfectly in character. Dva Pavel was soft spoken, after all, rarely responding to things emotionally. That was good, after all, as Demonology required a proverbial steady hand. It would do no good to have students getting out of control, and Zwei had little doubt he could keep any unruly students in line. "How has your day been, Headmaster?" He asked, eyes roaming across the houseelves as they scurried back and forth, cooking the required dishes. His was obscure, and likely difficult, but they seemed to be doing it just fine. Varenyky, similar to perogies, were a particular delight, and the ones they were making seemed to have some variety of potato, sauerkraut, and what appeared to be beef.

[ANGELO POTTER]

angelo potter!

oh, look who it is!

"Pavel," the Demonology teacher corrected in a soft tone of voice. Loud enough so that you could hear it over the clinging and clanging of pots, but not too loud so that he shouted.
"My apologies Professor Pavel. I do not what became of me to say Patel."
The headmaster found himself drawn to a jar of cookies that was on a shelf at the side of the room. He walked over, slipped the jar from the shelf and dug his hand into the pristine white jar. Chocolate chip - loaded with chocolate. A true sugary treat. Any sweet tooth would die to taste this cookie.
"Would you like a cookie Dva?"
He gestured the cookie jar in the direction of the Professor and he chewed on the piece that was in his mouth. Oh so chocolately. It was divine, delicious. Oh so soft and chewy. He preferred them soft. He hated chocolate chip cookies crunchy and like other biscuits. These were to flex and rip off and be scrumptious. He didn't want to hear a feint snap sound when he bit into the cookie.
"My day has been fine. Flustered a bit. A few first years could not handle the spells I was teaching them." He laughed a bit. "One blew a table to smithereens. I should get his wand checked out. I don't think he received the right one."

note;; lol at my mistake and how you fixed it so gracefully! xD

[ZWEI]

Zwei wanted a cookie very much - but Dva was strict and formal, and cookies were far too childish for him, so he was forced to let it pass, shaking his head quietly. Zwei was actually rather eager to blab on and on, but, once more, Dva was not - so he was forced to bite his proverbial tongue. Even Dva, however, would not simply ignore the headmasters conversation, and Zwei was more then happy to oblige.

"I do wonder sometimes about the qualifications of certain preparatory schools. Some students seem significantly behind the average, despite their supposed exceptional grades." He continued, giving the faintest of nods, accent thick enough to be cut with a knife for a moment. It seemed to fade in and out, accentuating other words, then fading into the background for no proper reason. "Wands choose the wizard, and even a proper wand can be temperamental. Possibly, his family is not well off enough to afford one of their own, and thus he is forced to used a hand-me-down." The idea was not so strange in large families, after all. Dva's own wand was neatly tucked into his robes, and was downright absurd - something he'd neatly explained as being a quirk of a certain Russian wand-maker, rather then his own personal absurdity. His wand was bone, and only the handle was actually wood, a deep black in contrast to the whiteness of the core.

[ANGELO POTTER]

angelo potter!

i guess no cookie for you then.

No cookies for Professor Pavel then. He shrugged and closed the lid of the jar and popped it back onto the shelf. He finished his cookie and went scavenging for something else that would be nice. Maybe a scone would be nice. Freshly baked. They never stop baking bread and scones down here. They must have them somewhere.
"Sometimes I blame the change from the prep school to Hogwarts. I mean, the school is rather vast and can block you concentration. They will soon warm into the school and be able to learn spells simple enough. Then it's the fact that the wand as you said could be a hand me down which doesn't help - but you can still use a hand me down wand."
He found the scones! He smiled like a kid in a candy shop as picked up one from the wooden basket that they were in. They were still warm. They flaked and crumbled nicely as he ripped the scone in half and shoved it into his mouth. He grabbed another before sitting on the counter and eating them slowly. Savouring the flavour of them was a must.
"I was lucky enough to get a wand that wasn't a hand me down, my classmates when I arrived at Hogwarts sometimes had one. Wands are expensive when you have to pay for your child's school fee's."

[ZWEI]

It was apparent that Headmaster Potter had quite an appetite, because he'd hardly returned the cookie jar to it's shelf before he was off again, searching for who-knew-what. Zwei felt fairly comfortable taking a guess that it was for more food, and he gave the smallest of smiles when he was broken right, and Angelo retrieved a scone.
"Any change can be traumatizing to young minds. The shift from living at home and going to a prep school to living in dorms at Hogwarts is a big one - but the previous change was worse. Imagine having to leave home at eleven, coming to school in a far away place." He paused, leaning against an empty counter, fingers drumming against the side. "Even worse for the muggle-borns. Imagine knowing nothing about magic, and then having to come to terms with it so quickly, unable to see your parents or your friends." Oh yes, Zwei had seen that transition many times over, had watched people grow under it - and had seen others break. Not all students could deal with it, after all. "Older is better. Beyond that, there are less... children to deal with." The faintest flicker of displeasure, and it would be obvious that Professor Dva Pavel was not keen on younger children. It was a trait that both Zwei and his false persona carried, because children were eternally bothersome when one was more then five hundred years old.

"Wands are important. Individual skill takes a piece, of course, but a terrible wizard with a good wand will often do better than a good wizard with a bad wand. A mismatched wand due to hand-me-downs is rather tragic, after all." Zwei had never had to deal with money, really. There were always ways to get more money when you had absolutely no morals, and around the time banks showed up, well, that had just made it easier. Six generations of Marlowe's had all visited the same bank in Munich, all looking surprisingly similar, and had invested or withdrawn money. The staff changed often enough that it had never been an issue, and Zwei varied his appearance enough to avoid too much suspicion.

[ANGELO POTTER]

angelo potter!

SUBJECT

Angelo chomped happily on the scones as he listened to the Demonolgy teacher speak on the topic of young wizards, both muggle born and magical born, about them moving from prep school to Hogwarts.
"It's a dramatic change. The place looks like a castle. A haunted castle. It sometimes gives me the shivers." Angelo clapped his hands together to rid of the crumbs and flour that may have been left on them after eating.
"Wands are complicated magical items. A good wizard can use a crap wand in the correct situation. A bad wizard can only use a good wand to a certain extent. Wands are really complicated." He decided he had enough to eat and he wanted something to drink. Water? Tea? Coffee? He thought about it in his head before deciding on water. He grabbed a glass from a press and ran the water for a few seconds before filling the clear glass with the liquid.
"So, Professor Pavel, how are you finding Hogwarts?"

[ZWEI]

"Now, the place does not just look like a castle - it is a castle." He corrected, the faintest hints of amusement on his face. Oh yes, Hogwarts was one hell of a castle. "There was a castle near my hometown - it was not quite as large as Hogwarts, but much more well fortified. Made for war, by muggles." The smile continued - because, of course, he was not thinking of a castle in Russia, but one in Germany. He had always wanted to visit that castle, and it had taken more then two hundred years for him to return and make his way around.

"Oh, that they are. I would argue, however, that there are no such thing as bad wizards - only wizards with untapped potential. A wizard might fail their way through everything, only to find a subject they happen to be particularly good at, after all." Oh yes, he was enjoying the line of conversation. "Hogwarts is... interesting." Zwei continued. Interesting was one way of putting it. "It has it's quirks."

[ANGELO POTTER]

angelo potter!

a valid point indeed!

"A very valid point," Angelo said before gulping down half the glass of water and placing it back on the couter where he sat. He flicked his hair and continued on with the conversation.

"Quirks, eh?" He looked at the demonology professor with a sort of questioning look. As if to say 'what kind of quirks'. He didn't see the quirks in Hogwarts. He loved the building, the people - even the Slytherin. He chuckled to himself for a bit - not too loud - he didn't want the new professor to think his headmaster was mad or something.

"Hogwarts really is delightful. The whole building and the surrounding areas." He smiled as he pictured the building, the lake nearby and the dark green leaves of the trees in the background. The school on what appeared to be a bit of a mountain. The bridges and entraces. The scenery was divine at Hogwarts. A muggle artist would pay his legs to come and paint it.

[ZWEI]

It was becoming more and more obvious that Angelo Potter was one of those people who just could not sit still. He was, simply put, somewhat fidgety. He played with his hair, messed with whatever was at hands, and so on, and so forth. It was an interesting little tidbit, and Zwei quietly filed it away, just in case it would ever come in handy.

"Quirks. The castle has several ghosts, to begin, but more importantly, the architecture and magic that suffuses the place is extremely potent and bizarre. I had to tickle a pear to get into the kitchens, for example. In Russia we just have doors." Zwei's own eyebrow raised, because Hogwarts was, after all, rather weird.

"That's not to say it isn't a nice place, but it is extremely weird for someone who did not grow up in Wizarding Britain." That was a good thought, actually. Did Zwei actually count what he did as growing up? Hardly.

[ANGELO POTTER]

angelo potter!

shouldn't you be attending a class Mr Pavel

"Very true." Headmaster Potter smiled as he thought of the little rooms and corridors that he had found as a child. Where the students would somewhat hide away in between classes that they didn't want to attend. Where couples would make out and occasionally do things they shouldn't be doing. Oh the quirks of the building. Things were oh so magical in Hogwarts. The demonology's professor had a point. They were marvellous quirks.

"Each country is different. Their views on magic and how it should be used is different." He thought back to the days in France where he thought the students of beauxbatons charm's for a week as a training course. They had such odd ways of getting around. They used their eyes to get into their dorms. The used the accessories they wore to get into rooms.

"France for example, they have such odd ways of using magic."

Angelo continued to explain the ways of how the magic worked to the Demonology teacher. It was an amusing topic. One he found quite, quite interesting.

[ZWEI]

Zwei listened carefully - although it was all stuff he knew. Really, he was tempted to start carrying on in french, save the fact that Dva probably wouldn't know french. Well, damn it all. "I hear that France is a very nice place." He confirmed at the end of the explanation. "Russia is significantly less... aesthetically inclined. Function over form." Oh, that was putting it lightly. Certainly, there were some places where Russia was downright beautiful - but, in many cases, it had to focus far more on survival then anything else. "In Russia we simply used words, or magic keys, or one of many others. We did not bother with such complexities." He shrugged slightly.

"Other countries have many different ways of dealing with it. I have always wondered what non-European countries do for such things. One day I hope to visit the orient, and see how they handle such things." Oh yes, he had just called it 'the orient', why do you ask?

[ANGELO POTTER]

angelo potter!

well I'm going to get to class.

ooc. sorry for not replying. i forgot all about it.

Angelo jumped off the aluminium counter top and smiled as he strolled about the kitchen once again - looking into ovens and chefs who were still running around cooking, chopping and baking all different foods. There was a strong smell of fresh bread which made his senses pop and the pupils of his eyes expand. Oh fresh bread, it was something he loved so much. The sound the outer layer of the bread made when you squeezed lightly or broke it in half - the distinct crunch - it made him melt.

"Magic is spectacular. I'm unaware of how muggles can work without it. I seem to use for everything. Cleaning, cooking, correcting homework occasionally. It's such a handy thing that I would just feel lost without."

Angelo ripped a piece of bread from a fresh loaf and took a deep, long waft of the smell that raised from the bread. He popped the product into his mouth and chewed. Delicious. Gorgeous. Oh so warm, so moist, so light and airy. It was just superb bread. If he was to ever go on a diet and saw these loaves. He would be fucked. His diet would be out the tallest tower's window.

"Class should be starting soon," Angelo said as he looked at the D&G silver watch that was on his right wrist that was drawing close to the end of the third period. He did have a class to attend for forth period.

[ZWEI]

Oh yes, the headmaster was certainly an impatient one. He was always moving, always fidgeting, always seeking out the next. Zwei would take a solid guess that he was a Gryffindor - he certainly seemed the type, regardless. The demonology professor watched the headmaster start to devour the bread, an eyebrow raising once more as he began to say the stupidest things.

Zwei was a being that was, technically speaking, half magic. His demonic parent was born of magic itself, after all. Even with that, he still made a point of living with muggles regularly to keep up, and to see that sort of stunning ignorance in the headmaster amused him. No wonder Britain was in danger if people like that were running the country. Technically, it was breaking character to say any of what he was thinking, but he didn't particularly care at the moment. What Angelo Potter had said was profoundly silly. "If you wished to murder the entire civilian population of London, how would you do it? You would have to amass an army and march against it, at considerable loss to yourself. Even with several high powered wizards summoning demons to avoid putting themselves at risk, you would still need several people and a great deal of magic. Muggles have found ways to destroy millions of lives with the press of a button. Muggles have found ways to share all the worlds knowledge in the click of a button. Magic is a powerful tool, but it's also a powerful tool that makes people lazy." His hand raised, jerking up and then out, fingers cocked into a gun shape. "Bang. Unless you were waiting for it, I could have shot you right there, and only the most skilled wizards would have been able to pull up a shield charm in time to save themselves. That's assuming the muggle is standing a few feet away, rather then sniping you from a kilometer away from a discrete balcony in muggle London." Zwei's accent was, simply put, done. For a moment, he was no longer Dva Pavel, but himself once more.

It was stupid of him, but he smiled regardless, accent returning as he spoke. "Magic certainly has it's uses, but I wouldn't count the muggles as being unable to survive without it."