IC Prospective: Donna Noble, Doctor Who

[silenceinthelibrary]

Character: Donna Noble
Mun: James
Plot specific: No!
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Aw hell yea! In your face, Hades. I knew Ravenclaw would win that match. You owe me five Galleons, mate. Pay up, or as the official temp librarian, I'm cofiscatin' your books. I don't even care if you own 'em, all books belong to me. Just think of it as me lending them to you.

Anyway, well done Ravenclaw! You sure showed them Slytherins alright. It really makes me miss being a 'Claw myself. Of course, I never played Quidditch for real, but man I bet I'd have made a right good beater.

Oi and if I hear anything about this pureblood business in my library, I'm banning you. That's right, I'd like to see you pass your exams then, yea?

Comments

[stagefrightened]

Um, Madam Noble, is it appropriate for you to talk about gambling with another Professor where students can see it?

[silenceinthelibrary]

Oi, you questionin' my authority?

[stagefrightened]

Oh! No, Madam!

[silenceinthelibrary]

Oh, good. Because I won't be havin' none of that. I don't even see what the big deal is, it's just a bit of friendly betting between colleagues.

Even though that prat still hasn't paid up.

[stagefrightened]

I... Guess you could put it that way.

I hope he does. I mean, Ravenclaw did win.

[silenceinthelibrary]

'Course you could, because I just did.

Exactly. Knowin' him, he's too cheap to pay up.

[stagefrightened]

Right.

Oh. Well... That's too bad.

[silenceinthelibrary]

Eh, no loss on my part I suppose. It just means I'm surrounded by crappy colleagues who can't follow through with bets.

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Don't mind me, just tryin' to get his attention.

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[stagefrightened]

Oh. I see.

Um.

Okay.

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[silenceinthelibrary]

Oi, quit sounding so nervous, I don't bite.

Well.

Students.

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[stagefrightened]

Sorry.

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[silenceinthelibrary]

Stop it!

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[stagefrightened]

Yes, Ma'am!

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[silenceinthelibrary]

I don't believe that you've actually stopped. I think you're still sittin' over there scared.

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[stagefrightened]

But if I apologize again you're going to yell at me again!

Or.

Well.

Write strongly at me again?

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[silenceinthelibrary]

I'm not askin' for apologies, I'm askin' you to stop actin' like I'm gonna bite your head off.

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[stagefrightened]

I'll work on it.

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[silenceinthelibrary]

That's what I like to hear.

[thornsofoglogoth]

Your trust in us is never misplaced, Madame Noble.

I'd love to see you on a broom.

[silenceinthelibrary]

Yea, that's right. You better not be lettin' me down, or I might just have to take a few points.

[She's teasing, she'd never take points from her old house. Without good reason anyway.]

Right, right, very funny. You'd get a kick out of that, I bet.

[thornsofoglogoth]

I'm aghast! You'd do such a thing to scuttle our chances at the house cup even further? Not that they're particularly substantial in the circumstances, but I thought we were friends!

I certainly would enjoy the spectacle. We could perhaps arrange it with Captain Reed.

[silenceinthelibrary]

And as your friend, I expect you not to let me down, yeah? Else as staff I'd have to, as much as it would pain me to condemn Ravenclaw to a right shitty loss.

I bet you'd stop finding it so amusin' the minute I hate a bludger your way, then you'd regret gettin' me on that broom in the first place.

[thornsofoglogoth]

For a friend, Madame Noble, you seem to threaten me all too often with both personal and physical ruin.

[silenceinthelibrary]

As your friend, I have to wonder why you're worried so much about an empty threat. Are you planning on doing something that would cause me to have to punish my house? Otherwise it's an empty threat, mate.

As your Quidditch opponent, you know good and well that you can't go easy on your friends. I might even go as far as to say especially your friends.

S'Pointless though, I'd probably get fired if I gave ya so much as a bruise.

[thornsofoglogoth]

Who ever said I was worried? I was simply questioning the frequency of your warnings and ultimatums - one would think you didn't trust me. Do you not trust me, Madame Noble? I promise not to sneak into the restricted section ever again.

I never go easy on anyone, and I have no intention of doing so. I'll make sure I keep my word at the next match.