[David Thewlis]

David yawned loudly as he turned the page of a very large old book he had checked out from the Library. David was looking for ideas for his next lesson, because his first didn't really go over too well with teh students. David should of thought about their feelings on the subject before teaching them it. Most students didn't even want to hear the names of the unforgivable curses let alone coversate for an hour on them. David sighed, maybe he was loosing his touch. He peruse the book a little more before sighing and shutting it. The book emmited a small cloud of dust. David coughed as it entered his airway. He picked up the book and placed it on his shelf. He would probably get that back to the Library tomorrow.

David yawned once again and scanned his extremely untidy office. He cringed. David was never this messy and unorganized. He looked at the clock. Darn it was late, but David didn't want to leave his office in such disarray, so he dicided that a quick clean up wouldn't hurt. He brought out his wand and waved it once. His back closet opened up and out floated a broom. David charmed it to start sweeping up the dust on the floor. His nose was sensitive and he couldn't be breathing in the stuff all the time. With another wave of David's wand the papers that were laying all over his shelves and desk started to sort themselves out. David smiled to himself. Yes cleaning was a good thing.

Now all his room needed was fresh air. David opened the window and walked over to his door. He opened it a crack and strode back to his desk. He watched intently as everything sorted itself. Just in case something went out of place.

[Mike Dirnt]

Mike rubbed his hands over his eyes as he slammed the book that was in front of him shut. He had been in the library for the past three hours, and he had gotten no where on this report that was due for potions. Then again, he had fallen asleep for about thirty minutes two hours ago... But why did the professor have to be be so anal?! If Mike couldn't get any good information, he was just going to say screw it, and not do it.

Mike left the book on the table, seeing as the librarian had retired to her room hours ago, and didn't know he was in here, and stood up, stretching. His black Dead Kennedys shirt went up a little above his stomach when he did so, exposing a three studded belt that held up his torn jeans. He ran a hand through his already messy, once spiked, dark brown hair and began to walk towards the Ravenclaw common room.

As he was walking, he tripped over his own feet, something he often did, with a THUD, right outside a cracked office. Professor Thewlis. Mike was really close to the man, and respected him, unlike most of the teachers. Thewlis was the only teacher that Mike would listen to and take advice from.

Sitting up, Mike let out a loud groan and tried to move his feet. It hurt, but it was fine...