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 An attitude of altitude and probity by which to abide
Uriah Dorian
 Posted: Jun 17 2017, 03:49 AM
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"There are no problems at Hogwarts, only adventures"

AGE:
24
YEAR:
Librarian
HOUSE:
Gryffindor
CLASH:
\o/
HEIGHT:
6ft....I think
STATUS:
halfblood
POSTS:
64
Rep: 2 pts [ + | - ]

Uriah Dorian
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Awards: 6



Uriah had never seen himself as a rulebreaker, not the textbook definition of the term at least. Rulebreakers broke rules because stirring up some trouble was an adrenaline rush, the angry disappointed faces of those in charge a mark of success. They didn't discriminate between rules. It was always just a white line to cross, the other side a better place. Uriah was none of those things, not really. Not once in his entire Hogwarts career had he pondered 'let's go break some rules today!'. Instead it happened involuntarily. A sudden spur that left his younger self suddenly sitting upright in his bed with a mind too erratic to sleep. Not even a day would pass before the Gryffindor had to drag his friends along to achieve his newest brainchild. His mind had always been a restless one, jumping from start to finish and never bothering with the inbetweens. Uriah never realized the moment he was breaking rules, too busy to focus.

Maybe it was why he'd been banned from certain areas of his university campus during his studies, or why Marco Connor often gave him looks resembling the first moment of contact between taste buds and lemons. It didn't matter; great minds were often met with confusion and rejection. Didn't geniuses like Tesla only recognize the true appreciation they deserved today? The Librarian was sure he would change history someday - well everyone changed history in their own way, didn't they? - enough to make it into one textbook or another. His name would be somewhere, with some luck hopefully a bit more noticeable than all the initials rolling past your eyes in the end credits scene you were only watching because it was a Marvel movie. He would get there, no matter how long it would take.

He didn't think changing world history meant balancing himself on shelves, climbing to reach the pot of bat brains but that also didn't stop him from giving his all. Life wasn't always easy when not even an Accio spell seemed to work for you, but he would persevere! Just a liiiiitle more. His hand reached, fingers brushing against the cold glass of the pot. They just slipped over the surface, pushing the thing even more out of reach. There was a curse, followed by three more as his body had seemed to give in to its fight with gravity, sending his straight to the dusty floor. A cloud of dust flew up all around, like a dramatic special effect to highlight the pain he would be feeling in his behind for days.

Breen didn't like it when he went to the hospital wing for trivial matters such as butt pain.

A cough later, Uriah was on his feet again, not even bothering to dust off the dirt accumulating on his jeans. He'd gotten good at cleaning up messes anyway - unless they involved corrosive and caustic chemicals - which made dust on his old hoodie no big deal at all. Had the potions cupboard always been this dusty? The smell of animal parts and pickled jars made it smell less like an old granny tearoom, although he wasn't sure if that was an actual improvement or not. With a deep breath, Uriah started over. One foot on this shelf, one hand there. If he could just reach that godda-.

The door opened, light shining all around the figure like a glorious halo. Uriah was pretty sure he hadn't died yet; this wasn't a sign of heaven existing. No, no, no. Uriah got caught in the middle of the act, halfway up up the shelves and fruitlessly reaching for the highest one. Worst of all: his fingers still hadn't reached their goal yet. Did that count as rulebreaking?

"Oh, heh, hii, Spitznogle! Been a while, hasn't it!"

His smile was too wide to be sincere.

Wasn't she supposed to be retired by now? Or, well, dead?


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@Eudora Spitznogle

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Eudora Spitznogle
 Posted: Jun 18 2017, 05:22 AM
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"Guess who's back in the house heels click-clackin' about"

AGE:
80
YEAR:
Potions Master
HOUSE:
Slytherin HoH
CLASH:
Headmistress
HEIGHT:
5'8"
STATUS:
Muggle-Born
POSTS:
164
Rep: 9 pts [ + | - ]

Eudora Spitznogle
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Awards: 26



    Over the course of the last few months, Eudora had noticed that someone had been raiding her private storeroom. As Potions Master, she maintained the entire stock of potions ingredients available to the school. This included the public storerooms used by the infirmary and the more advanced students. It was not uncommon to find students and staff mulling around in those rooms, rifling through ingredients like truffle pigs on holiday. There was, however, one room that was strictly off limits and that was due to the highly valuable or dangerous quality of the ingredients kept there.

    That was why she had recently decided to place an alarm on the room, a simple charm that would alert her to trespassers so she could catch them in the act. As it happened, that afternoon as she was returning to her office the alarm had been triggered and small golden device on her desk was whizzing around in circles and emitting puffs of red smoke. She pursed her lips in thought for a moment before she set off down the dungeon corridor, waving aside a group of Slytherin students on their way up from their common room.

    As she approached the door to her private stores she noticed the door was ajar and smirked at the thought of outsmarting someone. Slowly, she pushed open the heavy wooden door, the torchlight behind her casting a menacing shadow into the room. Her unforgiving glare fell on the Gryffindor scaling her shelves like a primate and she couldn't help but feel a tinge of amusement at the sight.

    "Mister Dorian..." she drew her arms together across her chest like a cobra raising its hood, ready to strike, "I should have known."

    At her advanced age and seniority at the school, Eudora had taught potions to most of the witches and wizards in the United Kingdom. This meant she had also taught most of her colleagues at Hogwarts and Uriah Dorian was no exception.

    "You Gryffindors really are the worst kind of cliches, you know?" Her mismatched eyes scanned the room, following his limbs to the particular jar her former student was reaching for.

    "Oh, heh, hii, Spitznogle! Been a while, hasn't it!" She bristled at the familiar tone, but couldn't help smirking. The elderly witch could not conceal her affection for misfits, a term she used with so much endearment, and of all the Gryffindors she had milking cobra venom in detention, Uriah Dorian was by far the most entertaining.

    Has it? Seems like only yesterday you were hemorrhaging house points in these lonely halls," she whipped her wand out of her cuff of her robes and summoned the jar of bat brains to her hand, "and what are we making today?"

@Uriah Dorian

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Uriah Dorian
 Posted: Jun 26 2017, 06:48 AM
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"There are no problems at Hogwarts, only adventures"

AGE:
24
YEAR:
Librarian
HOUSE:
Gryffindor
CLASH:
\o/
HEIGHT:
6ft....I think
STATUS:
halfblood
POSTS:
64
Rep: 2 pts [ + | - ]

Uriah Dorian
© Sammeh // she/her
Awards: 6



Spitznogle had always been bolder than the Impact font.

That didn't mean he was intimidated.

Uriah may have been comfortable hoodies, thrifted jackets and washed out graphic t-shirts, but boldness wasn't in the outer shell only. There was boldness in the scratch of chalk against a blackboard as the minutes ticked by and the available space diminished, a full formula forming out of the confines of his mind. Back in his Hogwarts years there was boldness in his voice when his brother's plants weren't there to protect him against stuck-up purebloods, in his drive to go to transfiguration class each morning no matter how fruitless it always turned out to be. Eudora may have accustomed to the role of deadly bright Nepenthes albomarginata, but he was the plants growing in between concrete. Bold was just a textbook definition, it was seeing it in practise which counted. Uriah wasn't going to back down.

Instead his hand stretched further just an inch, hoping his dumb face was enough of a distraction to take what he needed. With the dopey smile shrunk to something of a more genuine size as he spoke: "Good to know my reputation still surpasses me after half a decade.", although it didn't sound as enthusiastic as it should've. Dead Giveaway. His eyes stayed on the Potions professor in front of him, or rather the escape route behind her. Uriah was a decent runner, could bolt a few hundred metres before his non-existent stamina caught up with him. In a world of muggles and electronics it might've passed as a decent plan. Here, not so much, but that didn't mean he wasn't willing to try. The Sorting Hat had placed him in Gryffindor despite being a hatstall after all. His second house being something she seemed to have forgotten about.

Uriah had always been good at always fitting in, but only halfway.

His eyes widened at the first sign of a wand, body stretching but definitely not of a rubber consistency, in order to get to the jar before it would be snatched away. A chorus of no's and curses muffled under his breath escaped as his hand fruitlessly followed the floating jar with desperate clawing. With his centre of gravity tipping, Uriah flailed a good few seconds like a deer attempting to stand up for the first time, before both of his palms held onto the shelves for their dear life like a cat refusing to take a bath. "Well, you see..." He replied, a bit breathless and very much the image of the young clumsy student back in the days.

A gulp, a small exhale. "I reasoned I could switch out frog brains with bat brains in a cleaning solution...." Because my last potion kinda of blew up after adding too many drops of armadillo bile. "...As I found out I don't need the acidity, but more a foaming component. Should pull of the dirt, I assume at least." Since the last mixture didn't clean up anything, at all. The classroom still didn't look exactly presentable, and the former Gryffindor wasn't sure when the next class would be held there. He jumped off of the shelves, unaware of how solid ground under his sneaker could feel so reassuring.

After dusting his hands off, they were left to idle. "I thought of pond slime, but it's...gonna leave green stains, I reckon. Also, stuff smells horrid." A small frown appeared in between his dark brows as he finally directed his eyes back to his old professor. Several plans on how to get the pot back from her were flashing through his mind, one more ridiculous than the other and none of them involving his wand. Uriah hadn't forgotten the ridiculous number of hours in detention, tests of patience he didn't know would turn out to be great learning experiences upon sitting in front of test tubes and weighing chemicals to the milligram. In the end, simply being stubborn and self-assured would save the day.

"I put thought into this, honestly."

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@Eudora Spitznogle

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Eudora Spitznogle
 Posted: Jun 27 2017, 10:27 AM
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"Guess who's back in the house heels click-clackin' about"

AGE:
80
YEAR:
Potions Master
HOUSE:
Slytherin HoH
CLASH:
Headmistress
HEIGHT:
5'8"
STATUS:
Muggle-Born
POSTS:
164
Rep: 9 pts [ + | - ]

Eudora Spitznogle
© Bubble // He/Him
Awards: 26



    Eudora's brow furrowed as she watched her former student flail helplessly before his hands gripped tightly to her shelves. She closed her eyes in annoyance for a moment, praying that nothing would fall and when she didn't hear shattering glass she safely opened them once more. She strummed her fingers on the glass jar absently as she listened to the beginning of what was sure to be a carefully worded explanation for raiding her private stores. Meanwhile, she was running through in her head all the things bat brains might be useful for. 'Poisons mostly,' she thought.

    "Wait a moment, are you using my personal stores to experiment with a cleaning solution?" Eudora's face reflected her conflicting emotions, outrage and bemusement. After standing for a moment, scandalized, she regained composure with a shake of her head. In a sweep of her robes she bustled past the Gryffindor and deeper into her storeroom where she started thumbing over the labels on her many jars and beakers of potions ingredients.

    "Bat brains are rarely used in concoctions for the general consumption of the masses, Mr. Dorian," she began as she started pulling open various small herb drawers and stuffing vials full of their contents, "given their properties, they are much better suited in poisons than solutions. Although I daresay, whatever you were brewing may have become corrosive enough to eat through dirt and anything else underneath."

    Eudora began levitating the vials of herbs and ingredients so they followed her as she moved back and forth between the shelves, squinting at labels. While she would certainly have preferred no one would be rifling around through her things, she would much rather them be doing it safely. "I would suggest we stick with the mundane ingredients here, lest we bring about unintended consequences and reactions."

    She returned to Uriah and began pushing vials of ingredients toward him. "Let's see, we have coriander, eucalyptus, rose geranium, hyssop, and lemon grass... all have very powerful disinfectant qualities that are sure to suit your purposes. I am also permitting you to take some bat brains for your experimentation," she stopped short of handing him a much smaller jar with three bat brains in, "SOME"

    "I'll not have you blowing up a wing of this castle on my watch, so be certain you take care with these things," she shoved the rest of the ingredients forward. She moved to stand in the open doorway of her storeroom, arm open, directing him to depart.

@Uriah Dorian

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