Miss ward sat in a chair with a cup bnof coffee held in a fairly large hand and a calculator on the desk where her hands were rapidly tapping. She slurpped the coffee and waited for someone to come in.

Hole entered the staff room and grabbed a box of pasties, bringing them to the desk, grabing one and swallowing it whole. then he looked at the other teacher

"oh, hello sir!" he said cheerfully

"Hellooo" She said smirking at the joke in sir. "I wouldnt eat them cakes but thats just me" she turned and added a sloshing of gin into her coffee. "ah, now Ive had me coffee Im much better" she said, if not talking to herself.

"And why shouldn't I eat these cakes?" Hole demanded of her with a mad look in his eye. no-one denies him of food.

A white board appeared from no where where she began to scribble down random things with a concentrated look on her face and whispering things. "ok, Im not explaining this very well am I" she rubbed something off and replaced it with even more gibberish whilst talking to hole in what seemed like mathmatical jargon.

"So the probability of poisoning is 1/89038." She looked at her work "So id solve it like that, but thats just me." she p9icked up her coffee and slurped it down. "The main thing is to think table."

OOC: Calculator in Hogwarts?



~Mel

OOC: 90% of calculators in england are solar powered. So yes mel. Calculator in hogwarts.

OOC: ok.



~Mel

OOC: lol, this is typical Ward

BIC: Hole sighed and said "what the hell did you just say sir?"

"Time is of the essence, if you need help I can make myself available any night after school." she said formally then smirked, "Apart from friday, fridays my poker night."

"you'll make yourself available eh sir? i was expelled for that very reason from Beauxbatons" Holes sick mind concluded from her sentance.

"you mustnt have been thinking table!" She said waiting for the laughs. "rape? Not a high probability but its possible, and when the powers that be say you have to go you have to go."

OOC; The powers that be, its such a ward phrase.

"Sir..." Hole started, then seconds later

"shut up"

"Ok, this is what maths does to you." she said waiting for more laughter, adding the remainder of the gin to the coffee.

"A mathematical game, poker, do you play sir?"

"Ah, fresh meat" Harshing smiled murderously as he looked at the odd woman, his eyes glinting.

"Drink is in the right-hand cupboard and drugs, second shelf to the left" he said monotonously as he went to stew some magic mushrooms in tea. "You'll be needing them."

He drank it all and moments later he was in psychedelic land. Everything has become interesting and differently coloured. Harshing was one of few who had little hallucination with the drug.

"And you mister Hole?" He held out a second mug of drugged tea.