<div class="floatleft">(http://i857.photobucket.com/albums/ab136/mrbunnyhesayno/_GM_Wolfrick_1_zps8b9369d4.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name ::</strong>Professor Wolfrick<br/><strong>Location ::</strong>Where I am<br/><strong>Subject ::</strong>Enchantments<br/><strong>Date/Time ::</strong>Now<br/><strong>What ::</strong>being<br/><strong>Tag ::</strong>No not today<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The women were all looking down at the garden, chatter amongst themselves as women do. He smirked to himself mostly as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a cigarette, lighting, then taking a long deep drag. He needed more than that to deal with them but it would have to do. Waving his hand he stepped into the cleaning.<br/><br/>Smoke rolled in on the green grass, fire works went off, wizzers, screamers, flashes of brightly colored lights. Confetti and streamers fell from nothing as did several hundred blue and silver balloons. From somewhere a roaring applause could be haired however there where only the four in the cleaning. With his cigarette between his fingers he rolled his hand as some do when saying 'no no you are to much' when they really mean 'do go on!'<br/><br/>The three females had turned to see what the noise had been, staring with blank looks at the Good Professor as he swaggered his way over, robes bellowing behind him as he moved, the fog dancing around his feet. He paused before them and placed the cigarette in his mouth holding his arms out wide as if awaiting a hug.<br/><br/>"You may fawn" he said as if it was an inconvenience however he was allowing them because he was gracious like that.<br/><br/>There was a pause of a heart beat as they stared at him, the fire works still bursting behind him, the last of the confetti falling to the grass. All three turned from him looking back at the garden picking up the conversation where it had ended.<br/><br/>His arms fell then, balloons loosing their air, some fire works not bruiting as brightly, and he sighed raking a hand through his hair. "No respect around here, once a warlock like me was a gracious gift to behold." he muttered to himself taking another long deep drag from his cigarette blowing the smoke at the back of the females heads. "Now...." he trailed off seeing what the females where up to. Dragon Weed, this should be entertaining.