counsellorhellfire

[counsellorhellfire]

Trials and tribulations

Froll stood in the centre of the arena that was used by the equestrian club. A nice open space to test these two children with. If Spells were to go awry it would at least not damage any infrastructure of the university. 

 Stood with cane in hand and a pocket watch in hand to count how long it was taking the other two to meet him he grumbled in distaste. 

 Crowley....why did he include his name in this...His magic was nothing to scoff at...he had won many a duel in his youth and even in age he had a good record. Was he meant to teach them? He remembered looking at their records as he changed to a more fitting outfit for combat over their grades and notes from teachers.....

 This will definitely be trying. 

 As he saw the students approach he cleared his throat. “Good you were somewhat prompt to this training session.” He said calmly. 

 “It appears you have been tasked to improve your skills and I have been tasked to assist you in this manner.” drumming fingers on his cane top. “Now shall we start with an assessment. The two of you may pair together and the goal is to disarm me within a time limit.” He tapped his cane and on the side of an area a clock appeared to count down for seven minutes. 

 “I think that should be enough time gentlemen don’t you think?” He questioned. “The timer will start when you make your first move. I will allow you some time to prepare yourself and position myself.” 

 Taking steps he started walking. The arena they stood in was the top grade competition. 60 metres long and 20 metres wide. Letters pegged into the side walls with sand at their feet. Down by the A marker and the entry gate stood Ruggie and Jinx. While Froll took his position at C often called the Jury seat. 

 Judge, Jury and Executioner some would say. ____ @hyaina and @crossedtheline

[counsellorhellfire]

An annoying song bird who sings of vile news

When Crowley had said that there would be an announcement to the student body, Froll had made sure to turn up on time to get himself a seat and order a student to make him a tea.

As Crowley turned up and started talking Froll semi tuned the man out not caring much for the waffling words of a songbird. Especially one that likes to praise himself. Instead he focused on the tea that one cowering student had brought him slightly dissatisfied by the cheap flavour the over sugaring and burnt tea leaves. He would be sure to teach this student on how to brew correctly in the future.  

“-a handful of faculty will also be aiding you in your endeavours!”

The silence would be filled with the sound of Froll choking on his tea as his glare was turned to Crolwey. Tea dripped from his moustache in a very frazzled display that was an extremely rare sight for the student to witness.

“Crowley!” He started but the man had left the scene in a flurry of feathers before the counsellor could start berating his boss. Snatching his pamphlet and a handkerchief he sat there dabbing his face to clean the residue of his disgusting excuse for tea while looking at the names written down. The aura around him was clear to say do not disturb him or fear the building burning down. A cold steely gaze ran over the two names of his team before he turned it to scan the students in the crowd. Anluan and Bucchi… he groaned internally as he stood snapping his fingers. “Mr Anluan and Mr Bucchi, I expect you to meet me at the stables to start your training.” He ordered before turning to leave.

[counsellorhellfire]

New year, New you?

Come the morning of the new year in the centre courtyard. Students and teachers alike would be greeted with the new addition of a bloomed Yoshino cherry tree. The white blossoms like clouds of snow against the pale wood. Entwined with the blossoms and branches raindrop shaped fairy lights that flicked and sparkled to give the tree a dreamy look like star lit rain frozen along the flurry.

A simple table sat at the base of the tree. Black slips of paper and gold sharpie pens sat with a small black wood sign.

‘Dear students and staff.

Come the new year many people set themselves a goal of self improvement or achievement that they wish to happen over the year. It is said tying said goal to the branches of a tree is meant to grant luck and good fortune for your endeavour.

On this table I have set some slips and pens for people to do that. You may add your name or leave yourself anonymous if you wish. Please tie your goals on the tree and maybe come the end of the year you will find your slip and feel proud of your achievements.

As always if you require any help in personal growth and options my office is always open Counsellor Froll.’

[counsellorhellfire]

“While yes for exercise Vargas would be the best to go too...the man has an issue with quantity and gets extremely obsessive.” He groaned, rubbing his temples at the thought of working with the muscle headed boorish man. 

 He took a calming sip of his tea. Elegance in his movements, control and presence. It was very hard to phase this man who made sure to present himself as in control of the room. It worked to create a terrifying presence around the school. 

 “I suppose we could teach them actual cooking in control environments. I presume you do that in your classes? Otherwise it would be a poor way of releasing these children into adulthood if they do not know how to use an oven.” He Commented. “Though I suppose we could also introduce these children to the concept of a salad as well... It is rather disturbing how many of them seem to digest only instant noodles on a daily basis...” 

 “I can produce some pamphlets around good nutrition as well that maybe you could give some simple easy recipes to include?”

starters: 'apparently we’re going to be working on this together now.  ❜

Froll had sipped his tea, sat at the long staff meeting table as his eyes turned to Godel. "Mr Godel...It appears we will be working on this together." He said placing the folder onto the table sliding it between the pair slightly.

Healthy meal plans

"Apparently there are concerns about some students not understanding how to provide sufficient food to themselves." He mused slightly having wandered the halls he had seen many vending machines filled with junk food...all too accessible these days compared to his childhood.

"Seeing as you are our resident home economics teacher, I thought maybe you have some idea of teaching our students some easy healthy meals instead of these instant microwavable abominations I see in Sam's shop..."

Oh, how spoiled the students are these days!

Everyday he sees the same sight: trash cans overflowing with wrappers and food half-eaten. Of all the boorish actions to be done, wasting food is definitely up there in the Crimes Against Humanity scale. Of course, he had planned for cooking to be provided within his curriculum, but considering that this file came up, he supposes this will need to take initiative first.

Taking a sip of his coffee, he takes a gentle hum. "Well, you are certainly asking me a lot with this, Doctor, considering that even functioning adults are struggling with this very same situation." He opens up the folder to see the forms they were working on. Hmm, it appears it's mostly calorie intake, potential lesson ideas, and some other important documents such as nutritional labels, charts, and other factors. Now this feels less like something you'd see in a home economics class and more in a health class. Honestly, this should be in Vargas territory, but considering the man's infatuation with his own musculature, the poor students might as well be educated by a muscle wall.

And though he would like to just have full reign of the lessons, Daniel was here, so by obligation he needs to try and be inclusive.

"Now then, considering there are varying levels of cooking in our student body," he starts. "It might be best that they start with making a cold-cut sandwich, as those are hard to mess up and they do not need much maintenance as long as they remain in a fridge." He then shifts the documents out so the two can see. "For proper meals, however, there would always be an element of risk once heat is involved and honestly, I would not be surprised if one almost burns down the classroom by accident," he says nonchalantly, as if he was just talking lesson plans. "What say you, Doctor?"

[counsellorhellfire]

&. 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬.

(  some  wintery  dialogue  prompts  to  help  you  stay  warm  these  holidays!  feel  free  to  change  how  you  seem  fit.  )

❛ your lips look cold, want me to warm them up for you? ❜

❛ check it out, i’m a dragon! ❜

❛ you have snowflakes in your hair. ❜

❛ i know it’s winter, but you don’t have to act so cold! ❜

❛ want to go for a walk and check out all the lights? ❜

❛ how are you wearing shorts in this weather?! ❜

❛ it’s so cold, but you’re so warm. ❜

❛ i don’t need mistletoe to kiss you. ❜

❛ here, you can have my scarf. ❜

❛ want some hot chocolate? ❜

❛ you know, i’ve never seen snow before. ❜

❛ please open the door before i freeze to death. ❜

❛ but seriously, do you want to build a snowman? ❜

❛ there’s space for you by the fire, come sit. ❜

❛ wait, is that mistletoe? ❜

❛ winter is coming / winter is here. ❜

❛ a snowball fight? oh, it is so on! ❜

❛ looks like we’re snowed in for the night. ❜

❛ are you warm enough? ❜

❛ did you know that icicles make the perfect murder weapon? ❜

❛ i’m catching snowflakes with my tongue, what’s it look like i’m doing? ❜

❛ nightmare before christmas is a christmas movie. it’s literally in the title! ❜

❛ you look pretty covered in snow, guess that’s why they’re called snow angels. ❜

❛ you were outside for one minute, how can you be dying of hypothermia? ❜

❛ i think i burned my tongue on my hot chocolate. ❜

❛ i like it out here. it’s peaceful. ❜

❛ you’re like my own personal space heater. ❜

❛ if you don’t have gloves, you can just hold my hand. ❜

❛ if i slip on the ice, it’s totally your fault. ❜

❛ behold! the perfect snowball. ❜

❛ let’s just stay in and watch the snow. ❜

❛ i’m cold, can we cuddle? ❜

❛ i’ll be home for christmas, i promise. ❜

❛ holy shit, your hands are freezing! ❜

❛ there. now your snow angel has a friend. ❜

❛ what should we name our snowman? ❜

❛ i guess it’s just my overused hoodie and i against the world. ❜

❛ i’ll be your date for that christmas party if you don’t have one yet. ❜

❛ being stuck inside with you all day is my worst nightmare. ❜

❛ sorry! i didn’t mean to throw that snowball so hard. ❜

❛ i made a dick out of snow. it’s happy to see you. ❜

❛ there’s never a bad time for ice cream. ❜

❛ come here, let me warm you up. ❜

❛ you’ve never seen snow before? ❜

❛ the holidays aren’t so bad with you around. ❜

❛ either you cuddle me, or stop hogging all the blankets. ❜

❛ fine, i’ll be nice. but just until the holidays are over. ❜

❛ winter is for hibernating. i’m going back to sleep. ❜

[counsellorhellfire]

Snowball crunched on the apple reacing a side eye from his owner to be sure he kept his normal furosity under control. Normally Froll didn’t mind the creature being spirited and taking shots at others but when Rose was around the creature better behave perfectly.  “I see you wish to look into fostering or adoption a very noble endevour.” He chuckled slightly. “I myself considered it as married life is not for me but I found myself far to busy for such things...instead my horses are my children instead so to speak.” He patted Snowballs neck as the horse huffed at Rose lightly looking for the other half of the apple.  “I guess you will be prepared for alot of work on your hands in the future Miss Rose. I’m sure your father will guide you well.” He gave Arthur a look before a soft nodd. He was doing alright at least by Froll’s high standards. 

[Costume] A Child's Intuition

Continued from here, for @counsellorhellfire

At first, the professor was just going to quickly make the two scarce, but he is relieved that Rose managed to remember her etiquette in apologizing and not assuming. Maybe not all hope was lost and it was simply a case of the child being a bit too spoiled. However, he did not expect for Rose to have a question for the doctor, let alone Froll willing to entertain her and even give her a treat. Rose seems to shimmer with the appearance of the caramel apple, then turns to her father. A hopeful smile shines beyond whatever conflicting emotions the child's soul may be harboring now. And well, it looks like even she knows she probably doesn't deserve this treat, but this is also Halloween. The last thing he needs is for Rose to leave sad when it's supposed to be a happy experience.

So, he nods. "I think that's a fine idea, as long as your horse is well-behaved as well," he says back. An innocent enough retort to tease the man with. Rose's eyes seem to brighten like the sun in that point.

"Thank you, Papa!!" she says as she takes the caramel apple. "And thank you for the apple, mister!" She starts walking to the stables with Godel by his side. He is now a nice prune man, and hopefully he stays that way!

Rose gingerly holds the apple. "Um," she starts.

"Now, now, don't stutter," Godel says. "It's not becoming for a little lady." She already stuttered a few times before coming here and Godel didn't want other people to start going after her for bad speech.

Rose nods as she stands straighter while walking. "Are you a doctor who heals booboos or a head doctor who heals head booboos?" she asks to Froll. From her eyes, he looks like a doctor, but he dresses more nicer than a health doctor or her stretching doctor.

Godel quickly moves his head towards Rose. He doesn't want to say anything because the question should be fine, but now he's worried if Rose is going to say something else.

Before that could happen, however, Rose could see the large black stallion giving some sort of aggressive eyes and then starts freezing in place, slightly scared. She holds out the caramel apple, plastic still on, and points it at the horse.

"Don't eat me?" is all she says.

Poor Godel is trying hard to not laugh. Sweet, sweet Rose...

[counsellorhellfire]

“He will not bite.” He warned the horse giving him a side eye. The normally volatile animal settled and lowered his head to let the girl pet him. Most likely looking majestic to the small girl.

“I guess I am a head doctor. I help the students here to make sure they grow into fine adults. I also guide them to possible future options in hopes that they will become outstanding adults with good careers, like your father. So they can look after themselves and any future family they may have.”  He answered the girl's curious but intelligent question with an intelligent answer.

He reaches into a nearby bag to pass the girl an apple, taking time to break it in half with a quick spell and showing her how to feed the apple half to the horse.

“Now keep your palm flat and your thumb down otherwise he may accidentally nip it.” Luckily with Snowball in his stable there was no worry about large hooves and tiny feet.

“Do you know what you want to be when you're older yet Miss Rose?”

[Costume] A Child's Intuition

Continued from here, for @counsellorhellfire

At first, the professor was just going to quickly make the two scarce, but he is relieved that Rose managed to remember her etiquette in apologizing and not assuming. Maybe not all hope was lost and it was simply a case of the child being a bit too spoiled. However, he did not expect for Rose to have a question for the doctor, let alone Froll willing to entertain her and even give her a treat. Rose seems to shimmer with the appearance of the caramel apple, then turns to her father. A hopeful smile shines beyond whatever conflicting emotions the child's soul may be harboring now. And well, it looks like even she knows she probably doesn't deserve this treat, but this is also Halloween. The last thing he needs is for Rose to leave sad when it's supposed to be a happy experience.

So, he nods. "I think that's a fine idea, as long as your horse is well-behaved as well," he says back. An innocent enough retort to tease the man with. Rose's eyes seem to brighten like the sun in that point.

"Thank you, Papa!!" she says as she takes the caramel apple. "And thank you for the apple, mister!" She starts walking to the stables with Godel by his side. He is now a nice prune man, and hopefully he stays that way!

Rose gingerly holds the apple. "Um," she starts.

"Now, now, don't stutter," Godel says. "It's not becoming for a little lady." She already stuttered a few times before coming here and Godel didn't want other people to start going after her for bad speech.

Rose nods as she stands straighter while walking. "Are you a doctor who heals booboos or a head doctor who heals head booboos?" she asks to Froll. From her eyes, he looks like a doctor, but he dresses more nicer than a health doctor or her stretching doctor.

Godel quickly moves his head towards Rose. He doesn't want to say anything because the question should be fine, but now he's worried if Rose is going to say something else.

Before that could happen, however, Rose could see the large black stallion giving some sort of aggressive eyes and then starts freezing in place, slightly scared. She holds out the caramel apple, plastic still on, and points it at the horse.

"Don't eat me?" is all she says.

Poor Godel is trying hard to not laugh. Sweet, sweet Rose...

[counsellorhellfire]

Moving Pains

A poster is set on the wall in a ramshackle house. 

____

To the student body

With the sudden evacuation and relocation from your usual abodes am I aware some of you may be feeling mentally vulnerable from stress and a more integrated student body. With new roommates you may find different difficulties with cohabitation that you did not have before. 

Different personalities sometimes make communication harder to what you are used to which can cause miscommunications and conflicts. 

My office is now open to both individual sessions and duo sessions with your new roommates to help work out conflicts in a mature manner. 

Please book all sessions ahead to avoid disappointment. Emergency contact is for emergencies only. 

Counsellor Daniel Froll

___

Open thread options for solo or multiple muses It’s Couples Roomie counselling!

[counsellorhellfire]

Daniel stood there tapping his fingers on his arm for a moment. Watching Arthur father his child giving a slight nod in approval as he did it the right way. The girl would likely grow into a fine adult if he continued to parent in this fashion. “Your apology is accepted, miss.” Though as the girl turned to question him he knelt down again. Reaching into his bag he pulled out a caramel apple he had picked up earlier for Snowball as a reward still wrapped in pretty plastic to keep it clean till consumption with shiny ribbons to make it glitter and glow for young eyes to attract their attention. Offering it to the girl he smiled though mostly hidden by his moustache his voice soft. “You are more than welcome to ask me a question. If you would like, we could take a walk to the stables while you ask that question if your father is alright with that?” He glanced at his coworker as an extension of the invite as well as a seeking of permission. Small girls tended to love horses so maybe a way to make Rose’s introduction to her fathers co worker and work space more positive was to let her meet the horses….though he may have to give Snowball a few stern words before…

[COSTUME] The cheers and chatter of the party is in the air, though there's always going to be some interesting occurrences. And this time, it's coming closer to Froll then he thinks. One of a particularly strong wind.

By the time the winds calm down, a kid's hat flutters over to Froll's distance, and for a moment, it appears to be a missing costume's piece. The hat itself seems to be a red beret with a white flower pin. At first, it seems that the beret seems to be the unfortunate result of the wind, but then the sudden running breaks that silence.

"Don't run, hat!" a kid's voice sings in the air. Approaching comes a strawberry blonde-haired girl with a costume that resembles the legend of the forest siblings. She gets closer and she sees her hat, but she stops and slowly looks up to meet eyes with Froll.

...She stares at him for a moment, not knowing what to do.

"Not so fast, Rose!" a familiar voice calls out in the distance. Catching up, the person in question is Godel, who seems to be dressed up as the brother of the forest siblings.

"Oh, Doctor, how nice to see you here!" he says. He holds Rose's hand as he points to Froll. "He is a doctor for the university," he says.

Rose inches closer to Godel. "The doctor is very tall, Papa," she says. "And looks like a prune."

"Rose," he gently chides. "Not in front of the doctor."

Froll had been just wandering the grounds making sure everything was running smoothly and nothing was going awry when he heard the giggling of a child coming towards him. Followed by the sound of one of his colleges.

The hat rolled and hit against his legs pathetically as he reached down to pluck it from the ground dusting it off as he saw Arthur coming up after the small blonde child.

“It does appear you have misplaced your hat, young lady.” He said, offering the hat to her, kneeling down a little to her height.

He had been about to compliment Arthur on his well behaved child when she called him a prune. Moustache curling slightly in disdain.

Well...good thing he didn’t need to take back the compliment.

Standing tall he looked to Arthur. “Ah it seems that some manners are lacking.” He put on a stern face. “I’m sure your father will teach you well won’t you Arthur.”

He smiled a fake smile back handed compliments about to come out.

“After all such a renowned homemaker like your father should be teaching you how to be an outstanding citizen in honour of the great seven. I would hate to think your setting such a borish example for her Arthur, That would be truly disappointing.”

[counsellorhellfire]

[COSTUME] The cheers and chatter of the party is in the air, though there's always going to be some interesting occurrences. And this time, it's coming closer to Froll then he thinks. One of a particularly strong wind.

By the time the winds calm down, a kid's hat flutters over to Froll's distance, and for a moment, it appears to be a missing costume's piece. The hat itself seems to be a red beret with a white flower pin. At first, it seems that the beret seems to be the unfortunate result of the wind, but then the sudden running breaks that silence.

"Don't run, hat!" a kid's voice sings in the air. Approaching comes a strawberry blonde-haired girl with a costume that resembles the legend of the forest siblings. She gets closer and she sees her hat, but she stops and slowly looks up to meet eyes with Froll.

...She stares at him for a moment, not knowing what to do.

"Not so fast, Rose!" a familiar voice calls out in the distance. Catching up, the person in question is Godel, who seems to be dressed up as the brother of the forest siblings.

"Oh, Doctor, how nice to see you here!" he says. He holds Rose's hand as he points to Froll. "He is a doctor for the university," he says.

Rose inches closer to Godel. "The doctor is very tall, Papa," she says. "And looks like a prune."

"Rose," he gently chides. "Not in front of the doctor."

Froll had been just wandering the grounds making sure everything was running smoothly and nothing was going awry when he heard the giggling of a child coming towards him. Followed by the sound of one of his colleges.

The hat rolled and hit against his legs pathetically as he reached down to pluck it from the ground dusting it off as he saw Arthur coming up after the small blonde child.

“It does appear you have misplaced your hat, young lady.” He said, offering the hat to her, kneeling down a little to her height.

He had been about to compliment Arthur on his well behaved child when she called him a prune. Moustache curling slightly in disdain.

Well...good thing he didn’t need to take back the compliment.

Standing tall he looked to Arthur. “Ah it seems that some manners are lacking.” He put on a stern face. “I’m sure your father will teach you well won’t you Arthur.”

He smiled a fake smile back handed compliments about to come out.

“After all such a renowned homemaker like your father should be teaching you how to be an outstanding citizen in honour of the great seven. I would hate to think your setting such a borish example for her Arthur, That would be truly disappointing.”

[counsellorhellfire]

MEMES/PROMPTS

[ PUMPKIN ] There’s a whole wagon of pumpkins outside of the greenhouse, donated by a local of Sage’s Island. The two of you pick the best looking ones of the bunch and get to carving a Halloween masterpiece.

[ DANCE ] Grab a partner for the dance floor, willing or not!

[ COSTUME ] What’s Halloween without the costumes? Help each other get dressed or put on makeup, then get ready to strut your stuff at the party.

[ MEND ] Looks like some things can’t escape a party unscathed. Fix a poor sap’s costume for them.

[ STAMP ] Visit another house’s stamp rally venue for a stamp (or sabotage). Must be sent to a muse from another house.

[ CANDY ] NRU makes an effort to teach all of its students that Halloween is a community experience, and has opened its campus to the locals of Sage’s Island to spend the week touring the houses’ hard work. There are more children running around than most of you have ever seen in one place, but that’s what all your candy is for: you and your partner better give them a Halloween to remember (or steal all the candy for yourself because you’re a grouch who hates kids)

[ CANDLES ] There have been rumors abound of candles and other strange lights floating and flickering in rooms when no one else is around. It’s probably just the ghosts, but maybe there’s something more to it… you and your partner go investigate.

[ DARK ] You’re running your shift at your house’s rally booth when suddenly all the lights go out. Faulty wire? Foul play? Something haunted? Only one way to find out…

[ GHOSTS ] Some of the more malicious ghosts have challenged you to a scare-off. You and your partner must summon your inner demons and scare them off.

[ SUGAR ] A local vendor has set up a stall to sell novelty sugar sculptures. 

[counsellorhellfire]

The black stallion continued to attempt to bite Luciano. Front leg pawing at the ground as the creature actually snarled and growled as it attempted to take its rage out on Luciano. If he gets the chance he is taking the bite. Teeth grinding on themselves as he went to make grabs at Luciano’s arm that was blocking him.

As Luciano gripped the neck strap he would see the golden plate likely while being chewed on. Engraved into the metal in fine cursive would read: 

‘Snowball The Third and Daniel Froll.’ 

If Luciano read his name aloud it would be as if summoning the Devil himself a clearing of a throat behind the pair could be heard. The sharp click of heeled boots on the cobbles and the tapping of a riding crop in hand. 

“May I ask why you two are harassing my horse?” A cold voice that chilled the air of the stable yard could be heard. Daniel stood there in his riding clothes smart and pristine, not even a hair out of place.

what a coincidence running into you here !

THAT DAMN OLD MAN was pretty good at hiding away when he didn't want to be found. Thankfully, he had the help of his friends to do all the heavy lifting on his search while he made the big bucks at his shop. Even on a dear friend's birthday, the grind work mentality never stops! Sam smooths out his vest, dusting off any remaining bits of dirt and debris left over from an encounter with an unruly customer. Kids these days. No respect! Some of them were such sweet suckers - ah, I mean scamps, but a good lot of them were spoiled good-for-nothings!

Surely the kids of his generation weren't that self absorbed. Looking over the horses in the sables, he picks out a lovely stallion with a dark coat. He was sure to look good riding on this bad boy! He's have to ask Daniel to take him a picture once he found him.

Now, where to go from here? Maybe someone would be able to help him out... aha!

" Hey, you! " He calls out, gesturing towards Luciano. " The young man with the brown hair. You seen an old guy walkin' 'round here? About yea high? Has a face that looks like he's permanently scowling? "

your service to me is greatly appreciated, @counsellorhellfire , @thecoachman !

[counsellorhellfire]

While Ruggie helped himself Froll looked over each leaflet preparing his pitch in his head. Each leaflet was about prestigious jobs and apprenticeships. Some of the most wanted but hardest to get into without good recommendations or the highest grades. 

When the other sat down Froll looked up only to be taken aback at how much the other had helped himself. He gawked slightly before collecting himself. "As you can see Mr Buuchi I can help provide you with some great opportunities for your future. Some very closed opportunities for most for a little assistance in keeping an eye out for those troubled few." He drummed fingers on the desk. 

"You see this school is filled with many who stray from the righteous path and start to loose out on their potential." He slipped forward a leaflet for magic agents towards Ruggie. "All I need is someone amongst the student body to point out those who require a bit more help." 

He felt smug inside normally this is where someone took the hook. Though he had the disciplinary folder set ready if required..technically Ruggie had an assault of faculty from last month that could be applied to his record….but surely he wouldn't need to play hard ball.

An open chair

counsellorhellfire​:

Froll looked up from the folder that he had slowly closing it while standing to greet Ruggie. His nose crinkled in disgust as the boy draped himself across the chair with no dignity or attempt to take this seriously at all. 

With a sigh He straightened his own jacket before motioning to the drinks station nearby. A Fancy coffee machine with several coffee and hot chocolate pods were neatly displayed with smart white coffee cups and saucers on one side with Tea options on the other. Below sat a drawer with one side filled with creamer sugars and sweeteners and the other side packets of two caramel biscuits for one to have with their drink. It was a level of display and organisation that would likely make Riddle envious. 

“Please help yourself.” Froll said as he headed over to his display of leaflets not realising he would likely soon regret the words he just spoke. 

“So you must be wondering why I called you to my office Mr Buuchi.” Turning to his desk he shuffled through the leaflets he had selected. “I am offering you a rather illustrious deal for you to do a favour or few for me.” He said, taking his seat. Placing the leaflets on the table before lacing his fingers together to rest his chin on the bridged fingers waiting for the other to be paying attention.

This old geezer is just like Professor Trein! ‘Cept he doesn’t have a cheeky companion like Lucius with him, which makes dealing with this guy waaaaaay worse! Still, Ruggie only flashes his teeth playfully in response to Counselor’s Froll tight-lipped greeting towards him; he ponders how long it’ll take until he gets on this geezer’s nerves. 

Pale blue gaze follows Counselor Froll’s gesture, void of interest. Ruggie assumes that the old guy’s gonna show him some boring stash of blends and ramble on about how he could only take one or two tiny snacks for consumption. It’s what Professor Trein would do, paired with a long-winded lecture about how he needed to “conduct himself better as a student of Night Raven University” and some other bullshit. Alas, to the hyena’s surprise, Counselor Froll apparently isn’t as much of a tight-ass that he suspected him to be. No– In fact, the counselor tells Ruggie to help himself at the drinks station. 

Ruggie practically springs up to his feet.  

“If ya say so, Mr. Froll!” He exclaims with newfound vigor before he zips towards the station. There’s no take-backsies for this! The hyena giggles as he takes out three cups and fiddles with the coffee machine. His ears flatten against his skull for a second— He thinks this button’s how you turn on the machine? He plops one pod of hot chocolate in and lets the device work its magic. Next, he fiddles with the hot water machine and places tea bags in the other two saucers. A hum leaves his lips as he then digs his hand into the basket of biscuits. He shoves a handful of packets into the pockets of his blazer— Carefully, as he takes a tentative glance back towards Counselor Froll– and then stuffs another handful. Compared to when he first arrived, the basket’s now a quarter full. Then, taking one packet for himself to eat, Ruggie drifts back towards the counselor. 

“Hwa’kin of f’vor?”  He asks with his mouth full, getting crumbs all over the desk. Ruggie chews, ignoring the bits of biscuit that falls from his lips as he takes one leaflet. He swallows down the cookies. “Y’know, counselor, ‘m not the guy who likes sittin’ in a stuffy office ‘less you pay me rig— HELLO?!”  

Ruggie drops the leaflet in surprise. 

“What is this shady stuff?!” Contrary to his initial shock, a grin surfaces on the hyena’s face. “Counselor Froll, this is su~uper nasty.” He snickers, then brings another packet of biscuits up to his lips, “Why’re you sooo concerned about student affairs? Are ya havin’ trouble gettin’ students to come for yer therapy or somethin’?” Ruggie starts crunching on the biscuits once more, causing more crumbs to cascade.  

[counsellorhellfire]

Froll looked up from the folder that he had slowly closing it while standing to greet Ruggie. His nose crinkled in disgust as the boy draped himself across the chair with no dignity or attempt to take this seriously at all. 

With a sigh He straightened his own jacket before motioning to the drinks station nearby. A Fancy coffee machine with several coffee and hot chocolate pods were neatly displayed with smart white coffee cups and saucers on one side with Tea options on the other. Below sat a drawer with one side filled with creamer sugars and sweeteners and the other side packets of two caramel biscuits for one to have with their drink. It was a level of display and organisation that would likely make Riddle envious. 

“Please help yourself.” Froll said as he headed over to his display of leaflets not realising he would likely soon regret the words he just spoke. 

“So you must be wondering why I called you to my office Mr Buuchi.” Turning to his desk he shuffled through the leaflets he had selected. “I am offering you a rather illustrious deal for you to do a favour or few for me.” He said, taking his seat. Placing the leaflets on the table before lacing his fingers together to rest his chin on the bridged fingers waiting for the other to be paying attention.

An open chair

Open thread for anyone to join An office can tell you a lot about the owner. Froll’s office was no exception. The amount of organisation and control in its presentation should be an indicator to all who enter how he was. A coffee and tea station on the side wall where the teas were neatly organised by brands and flavours meticulously displayed. A door that leads to file cabinets locked neatly away from prying eyes. Books displayed on a shelf organised alphabetically and numerically. 

Even his personal touches to the office were perfectly aligned on the wall. Photos of his days as a student, diplomas, his horses and winning rosettes sat in straight lines on the wall. It was a little obsessively in order. 

As for the man himself he sat at his desk currently writing away disciplinary letters to send out to parents of those who had a few to many write ups or concerns. Beside his work load sat a tea cup. Steaming into the air leaving a slightly floral scent in its wake. As Daniel Froll wrote more letters his door remained open for any student to drop in either to report suspicions or to air some woes.

[counsellorhellfire]

An open chair

Open thread for anyone to join An office can tell you a lot about the owner. Froll's office was no exception. The amount of organisation and control in its presentation should be an indicator to all who enter how he was. A coffee and tea station on the side wall where the teas were neatly organised by brands and flavours meticulously displayed. A door that leads to file cabinets locked neatly away from prying eyes. Books displayed on a shelf organised alphabetically and numerically. 

Even his personal touches to the office were perfectly aligned on the wall. Photos of his days as a student, diplomas, his horses and winning rosettes sat in straight lines on the wall. It was a little obsessively in order. 

As for the man himself he sat at his desk currently writing away disciplinary letters to send out to parents of those who had a few to many write ups or concerns. Beside his work load sat a tea cup. Steaming into the air leaving a slightly floral scent in its wake. As Daniel Froll wrote more letters his door remained open for any student to drop in either to report suspicions or to air some woes.

[counsellorhellfire]

There was only one pitch black stallion in these stables. One that many stayed away from like their lives depended on it. This blak stallion was none other than Snowball the 4th. The fiery stallion belongs to one Daniel Froll. 

Froll on the other hand was in the tack room cleaning the horses saddle and bridle unaware that Sam had just made the mistake of trying to kidnap his horse. 

Sam now would be barraged with bites, headbutts and stamps the stallion doing bunny hop like mini rears to box its front legs out at the man kidnapping him.

what a coincidence running into you here !

THAT DAMN OLD MAN was pretty good at hiding away when he didn't want to be found. Thankfully, he had the help of his friends to do all the heavy lifting on his search while he made the big bucks at his shop. Even on a dear friend's birthday, the grind work mentality never stops! Sam smooths out his vest, dusting off any remaining bits of dirt and debris left over from an encounter with an unruly customer. Kids these days. No respect! Some of them were such sweet suckers - ah, I mean scamps, but a good lot of them were spoiled good-for-nothings!

Surely the kids of his generation weren't that self absorbed. Looking over the horses in the sables, he picks out a lovely stallion with a dark coat. He was sure to look good riding on this bad boy! He's have to ask Daniel to take him a picture once he found him.

Now, where to go from here? Maybe someone would be able to help him out... aha!

" Hey, you! " He calls out, gesturing towards Luciano. " The young man with the brown hair. You seen an old guy walkin' 'round here? About yea high? Has a face that looks like he's permanently scowling? "

your service to me is greatly appreciated, @counsellorhellfire , @thecoachman !

[counsellorhellfire]

‘Well, y’see Headmage, It’s a time-honored tradition. Y’know, the good ol’ Night Raven hospitality?’ Ruggie runs his planned testimony in his head once more, a pan of inedible custard pie in his grasp. The hyena sees Counselor Froll approaching the shrubs he’s hidden behind in the courtyard, and a small snicker leaves his lips. He waits until the counselor comes close to his hiding spot, then—!

“Happy birthday, Old Man!”  Ruggie shrieks as he jumps out from behind the bushes and he doesn’t offer the poor man the slightest chance to escape as he ambushes him with the pie. A burst of laughter explodes from the Savanaclaw student. Alas, before Froll can strike him down with a disciplinary notice (do they even offer those funny things in university?), Ruggie dashes off. 

He was patting the pocket with the finely sealed envelope from Azul as he turned the corner into the courtyard. Wondering what he should expect on the special menu. It had been a pleasant day so far.

He should have known just thinking that would jinx him.

As he walked through the courtyard time slowed as he heard the whooping shout from the Hyena before something wet and slimy hit his face. His moustache curled in disgust as some of it fell on his lip and he gagged slightly at the taste. Swiping the cream from his eyes pulling his glasses off to squint he could recognise that distinctive sniggering as the other ran away.

"MR BUCCHI I WILL HAVE YOU IN MY OFFICE TOMORROW MORNING!" He shouted as he tried to swipe more of the disgusting mixture off his face, hair and suit.

Grumbling in distaste he turned heading towards Pomefoire. Maybe he could catch Vil to help him clean up and rescue his suit...maybe a facial as he could feel the slimey somehow greasy custard burn on his skin.

Disgusting....