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The Perk, Thursday afternoon

Priestly was looking slightly more rumpled than usual, today, sitting outside the Perk with his tea and his papers and cookbooks. His slacks were wrinkled, his tie loosened around his neck. His five o'clock shadow was a good three hours early, and judging by the bags under his eyes, he hadn't slept well, last night.

Mind you, he never slept well. He just usually managed to hide it better.

He was meant to be starting work on his lesson plan for next week's class -- it was a fairly standard, innocuous sort of behavior to be caught at, demonstrating his supposed devotion to Umbridge and her administration. Today, he was mostly just flipping idly through cookbooks and wishing his tea was spiked.

It was hard to focus on a lesson plan when there was a possibility that this would all be over by Saturday night.

[ooc: One expected, but most certainly also open.]

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And who should be passing by at the moment but a patrol group of Madri, making their daily rounds around the island. Spying Priestly, one of the peeled off from the group to plop himself down at Priestly's table without being invited.

"And a good afternoon to you, sir," Jamie said cheerfully as he eased himself into a chair. "Isn't it a great day?"

Oh look, it was a Jamie. Just exactly what he didn't need right now. Priestly pasted a rather sad excuse for a smile on his face. "Oh yeah, totally great. The greatest!"

He was probably overselling that.

"Isn't it?" the Madri said as he put his feet up on the table and leaned back in his chair. "I have to tell you the last couple of days have just been plain old fun. You should have seen this kid in Study Hall yesterday. Maggotbone was making her write lines and I swear if I had said 'boo' to her she would have burst out into tears."

The Madri frowned. "I really should have said boo to her."

Priestly barely managed to get one of his cookbooks out from under the Madri's foot before it hit the table. His irritation at that was quickly eclipsed by the talk of writing lines, though. He had to force down the urge to throttle Jamie.

At best, it would only result in more Jamies.

"Yeah? Which kid was it?"

"Eh. Some mousy thing," he replied as he crossed his legs. "Must have had some kind of backbone to get lines though. Another hundred lines or so and I'm sure she'll get toe the line."

He then laughed.

"Or get thrown into detention. Either way she won't be much of a problem. How about you? Did you get to mess with any of your students today?"

"Gave one of them an alternate assignment yesterday," Priestly said. He didn't note that it was because she was having trouble with the regular one because she was injured. Possibly because she had been tortured with writing lines, actually. "She looked like she was about to crap herself."

He didn't manage nearly the same kind of cheer that the Madri had about the prospect. Probably because he was still having day dreams about throwing Jamie to the ground and stomping his face in.

"See? That's what I love about having Umbridge in charge," the Madri replied cheerfully. "First? Virtually no discipline issues. You don't have to even think about it. The rules are there so all you have to do is follow them. You don't have to worry about which choice is right because Umbridge has that nailed down to begin with. And if it's not right..."

His grin went up a notch.

"Well, have you ever met those idiots down in detention? Never met more stubborn people. They should just get off their moral high horse and join the party."

Priestly's hand clenched tight enough around his tea to crumple the paper cup. He barely even noticed when hot tea started to spill over the top and dribble down across his knuckles.

"Yeah," he said, teeth faintly clenched. "Those poor fools."

And now, the fantasy included Dinah using her TK to throw Jamie around the room a little before Priestly stomped on his face.

"Ah, well," the Madri sighed. "What are you going to do? I'm amazed Umbridge just hasn't waved her magic wand and Imperio'd those cry babies already. Based on her last couple of announcements maybe she'll do it anyway."

"Well," Priestly said, unable to contain himself. "That's if the Resistance doesn't get there, first."

He took a sip from his crumpled tea cup.

"Those bastards," he added.

"Pfft. The resistance? Oh, they might get lucky," the Madri said with a shrug. "But they're delusional if they think they can get to Umbridge. Or Bo. Or get past all of me."

He then nodded at the tea cup.

"Looks like you need a new one, bro. You feeling okay?"

Priestly looked down, honestly surprised to see the state of the cup. "Guess so." He spent a moment desperately searching his mind for a cover, then shook his head. "The Resistance always gets me a little angry." He let go of the cup and shook out his hand. "Just wish there was more I could do."

Run Jamie over a cheese grater and then drown him in a vat of wasabi and lemon infused vinegar, perhaps. God, how he wanted to just wipe that smug look off of Jamie's face. Just stand up here and now and announce to the whole island how fucked in the head the whole Umbridge regime was. Tie his tie around his head and run screaming through the streets waving his burning suit over his head like a flag.

. . . He so wasn't going to make it to Saturday, was he.

Probably not.

"Well how about the next time you get a little troublemaker in class? Shut him down. Make an example of that person," the Madri suggested. "Then send that little snot over to Study Hall."

He gave Priestly an evil grin.

"And I'll really show that person what happens if you're part of the resistance."

Priestly managed to suppress a shudder, but not by much.

"You realize that not everyone who doesn't follow the letter of Umbridge's law is an active member of the Resistance, right?"

If they were, maybe they'd have overthrown Her Horrorness by now.

The Madri just smiled. "Amazingly enough, bro? I wouldn't care which side that person was on," he said with a chuckle.

He could throw the Madri in an industrial sized freezer and turn the temperature all the way down.

Then fill the place with bleach, because freezing to death was too kind a way to die.

"Well, that's why they've got you in charge of study hall," Priestly observed.

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The Perk, Thursday afternoon

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